Saturday, July 23, 2005

Definitely not a blonde


It's a given, you're bound to see something you're disgusted with whenever you use a toilet other than your own. Case in point; today at work after lunch, I had the sudden urge to use the facilities. It was #2 (Damn those tacos!) Thankfully, I have with me the latest Out magazine (damn that Graham Ackerman is a hottie) to help me pass the ummm time. So off I go. As I posted before, we have two sets of bathrooms (for both sexes); one set is found in the office proper where more than one person can be doing their business, and another set located in the warehouse where there is space for one occupant. I tend to use the one in the warehouse for obvious reasons.

Immediately upon entering, I had the sudden realization that someone at work has a nasty sense of humour. On the toilet seat sat a clump of pubic hair ball. I'm not kidding, it was a BALL. At first, I thought maybe it was an orgy of daddy long legs fucking on the toilet seat but upon close inspection, it was confirmed by my own eyes that it was in fact made up of extremely curly pubic hair.

What to do? The genius in me thought, what if I open the bathroom door vigorously creating pockets of air waves then maybe I can fluff the floss-down-under into the bowl. Some temps were walking by and started giving me these looks probably wondering what kind of place did their agency put them to work at. Gave them a smile and a wave. Told them that I wasn't playing tag with the toilet. They just smiled back nervously. So I lied, told them there was a bee. Which relaxed them some what and kept on walking. I ended up fanning my mag over the darn thing, yet still the clump sat vigilantly never loosing its grip on the throne. My stomach then reminded me why I was there in the first place. Grabbed a large amount of toilet paper and proceeded to wipe the seat (making sure to catch the hair clump) and flushed the toilet. I then sprayed the seat with Lysol, wiped it dry, laid down a toilet seat cover, and proceeded to do my thang.

Back at work, I kept eye contact whenever I spoke with a male co-worker in hopes of catching the guilty party. Maybe I can give out a vibe saying that I know what they left on the toilet, then maybe he would pour out his confessions and beg for my forgiveness. Nope, it didn't work.

Thursday, July 21, 2005

New Look!


I was getting bored with the old template and happen to stumble upon this one. Thank goodness it's free! LOL I know, I'm so cheap! I really like this one. What do y'all think? I know I have to fix some things here and there, heck I need to figure out how to manipulate some html! Zzzz

Anyway, tell me what you like or dislike. Even suggestions (so long as you tell me how to do it!)

Update: I am actually 'talking' to someone over the phone. Quite giddy. Feel like I'm in high school again. And no, it's not the same guy. I know, I'm such a tramp! He sounds great. Can't wait for that first date, then we'll see if there's a real spark. Crossing my fingers...

PS Justin, sorry to use your pic. Thought it was most appropriate! LOL

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

My Parents


Happy 30th Wedding Anniversary


For Our Survival

Wow, I almost forgot how 10 k felt. Sunday was a reminder that one should wear comfortable shoes when one is about to walk oh ummm...10 kilometers. Not to mention that it was in SanFran. It was also a reminder not to drink/party excessively the night prior to a strenuous event. To wear sunscreen. I'm not trying to complain. In fact, I am proud and elated that I completed the 10k AidsWalk. I had fun and saw plenty of eye candy. It also felt like I accomplished something.

I'm just thankful that my friend came along or I would have done the walk by myself. My team leader and his friends (practically the whole darn team, minus me) were still on the muni as my friend and I were passing the first checkpoint. They were late. Oh well, they didn't get to see Rita Moreno's oration (wow), Hal Spark's wit (looking faux gay as ever), Jai Rodriguez' charm (he's actually cuter in person), Thora Birch's clumsy but cute turn at the podium (she's petite...), Deborah Gibson singing "You'll Never Walk Alone" (she's blond and you can definitely hear that 'Broadway' tone of singing from her) and Mayor Gavin Newsom's uberpersonality (I was very impressed!)

Definitely doing it again next year. Maybe form my own team. Be more prepared. Well rested. Healthier.

I would like to give thanks to those who sponsored me, which all in all totaled to more than $700!

Saturday, July 09, 2005

Trapped with blue balls

Last week, I did the unthinkable. I gave someone my phone number and email. The craziest thing is that he's normally not what I'm attracted to. He hasn't called and it's driving me nuts. Gawd, what if he thought I was too forward? Maybe, he thinks that I'm one of those barflies that give their info to everyone. Ugh, of all places, it was at a gay bar! He does think I'm a slut! Dog gone it! Or maybe, I wasn't slutty enough for him! He was probably waiting for me to give him a kiss when we said our goodbyes. Since I am a prude, therefore not giving him the tongue. What if he wanted a bj right then and there? Yeah, right! Fuck him, I lost interest anyway. : )

Good lord, I do need to get laid!

Cow Tipper

That's Kevin. He's cornfed. From Iowa. Met him when I was still working at Barnes and Noble a few years back. Really cool guy, although very eccentric. First time I ever saw him drunk, he all of a sudden would announce to everyone and noone in particular that he would now commence to 'commune' with the ground. Then there was last year, where he wanted to take a picture of himself burried with lots and lots of taco wrappers from Jack in the Box. Did I mention that he was untouched when he moved to Cali? Not anymore of course, he became quite the player. Or so he says.

Anyway, this summer, he took a job that allowed him to visit. Packed his suitcase and his precious Geo Metro, and drove to the west promoting Apple technologies. He only had a few days but they were fun. If only he took his friend along. Same time next year, mon ami?

Wednesday, July 06, 2005

Pride 2005...Photologue (is that even a word?) The blah story...

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I often wonder what's the official gay anthem.

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Dove'x picked me up. While on our way we discussed that since it was Pride, we should somehow show our Pride.

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Oh Yes We Did!!!

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Stopped by the next WalMart and bought white shoe polish. Yes, it said: "Pride or Bust"

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Atleast it was a rental.

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Don't ask. Pussy will do anything for a photo-op!

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Ah. Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.

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Then this shit happens!

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Being that it was Friday, I had a bloody mary.

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Unfortunately, had too much and started thinking I was a model.

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Mario, Dove'x, Jodi, and Tony
Saturday, we walked from Broadway (in Van Ness) to Castro.

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An Old man and 2Gay boys. The old guy was dancing alone showing his ass to everyone. Of course, the gay boys started dancing with him freaky. The old man didn't like it at all.

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Cute!

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Returned to the hotel/inn to freshen up and change for the Pink Party. Tony Passed out, the day wasn't even over yet! Jodi practicing her moves in the hotel balcony.

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Deciding that walking again was not an option, We took the bus.

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Yeah, We're pervs!

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Aww, Toners!
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Steph was hot!
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Don't mind Jodi.

The Pink Party

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Got invaded by lesbians at night.

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