Notes to myself #32

-->I just found out that my roomie and I have our birthdays right after the other. His is on February 7th, mine is on the 8th. It explains a lot.

-->I really hate doing sit-ups.

-->I don't know why I have to explain to my roommate what that smell was. I mean, the beans are on the stove.

-->I'm running out of underwear. Need to do laundry tomorrow.

-->Some jackass named Gomi is probably reading this blog right this minute.

Knock it off! I told you it's lame!

-->Remember to print the e-ticket for the trip.

-->Make sure not to meet gaze @ John when saying hello/good morning/how are you?/and anyother chitchat.

-->Good lord. I hope he doesn't think I look at his crotch. I swear it's always an accident!

-->Get some beano.

Halloween 2009

So, another Halloween has passed. The Castro was freaking packed. Got trashed. By the end of the night, I found myself digging for someone's tonsils. Who I later find out is British and with his Husband on vacation.

I'm such a hot mess.

What the heck? Why am I a magnet for unavailable men? It's like once they see me, they know I can be taken advantage of. And the sad thing is, I am.

Well, guess who's back?

Duh! Me!

Harvey Milk Speech

Now this is GAY!

Are you freaking kidding me? You have to watch!

You're An Ass!

Hec Yeah, you know who you are!

Why do I always fall for the wrong guy?

Answer: I have issues.

Enough said.