Your Gayness

I am now officially er... almost officially the co-chair of the LGBTQQADBHSHDFGUEORHE or whatever it's called caucus. And as a co-chair I will insist upon being called Your Gayness at everymeeting. Also it is hot in my room. HOT. And also the wine is not helping, or rather it is in that I'm too drunk to really care, but yet I am hot. What else, well Miss Kassie and I went to the beach and it was lovely. I wish I had more time so I could really be a good friend. I feel I am failing a little in that respect. Also my sister called last night but did not leave a message I wonder what that's all about. Ok it's 8:18 and I really want to watch supernatural at 9 so maybe I'll bs a little work. kisses to the two people who will read this. a

Per your request

So. Bleh. I have 3 papers on friday. Fuck this shit I am over it. Went to mail my tax shit and UPS and FEDEX had made their last pick up at fucking 5?!?! Who does that? how annoying and useless. Pfft. And I think I lost my ring from tiffany's that I bought myself before I left NYC and the necklace I bought after the 11th. Fuck that as well. That really bums me out a lot. Trying not to think about cause otherwise I'll get really fatalistic. Pooptastic is the word of the day.

icon happiness

So when my wee sis came to visit we went to a cool store in Venice that had happy buttons and I bought two. One said "I kiss girls" -- which is somewhat true in THEORY I would but I pretty much kiss no one at this point. sigh. The other said "I heart carbs" which is VERY true, but I can't eat them. And yes I AM a masochist so I put both buttons on my purse.So my lovely friend Kassie made me this happy little I heart carbs icon to help me make my El-Jay purdy. So now I have a lovely icon to commemorate the only two people who will read this little blog. xoxo to both of you

If every one jumped off a bridge

Sigh so now that I got addicted to Myspace everyone is leaving. And as a true follower that means I better get my ass used to LiveJournal again if I want to have any type of connection with my peops. I currently only have two peops but they are most fabulous peops indeed so I will do whatever it takes. Also research is boring and I don't want to hold that heavy textbook any more. Ok well even though i say that I am a paranoid nerd and must get back to the reading so I can truly enjoy the finale of the L Word. xoxo to the only two ladies who might actually read this.

This n' that

Ok so I haven't done this in forever, but I don't feel like doing a stupid PowerPoint prensentation. So I had a very disturbing dream prompted no doubt by a commecial about some hallmark hall of famey movie that's going to be on HBO on sat starring Halle Berry. So we were making out. The end. Scary I don't even like her, couldn't the gods of dreams have sent me Scarlet again. Oh well I guess beggars can't be choosers.Tonight I am going to 'stalk' the waitress. Or at least I'll eat as the restaurant so I can get to the bottom of the 'disappointing' comment from oh so long ago. Thanks for nothing BJ. Pfft. I broke down and talked to the evil girl yesterday and felt somewhat better until another teammate had to tell her a story of how her friend thought she was hot. Her ego so does NOT need any help. Grrrr.peace out

blahty blah

how is it that I live for years with out having an computer or internet access at home without falling apart, but now that I have both I have to tape the vein every time I'm at home. Man... I need the fix! And how is it that all the married guys I know can flirt with me to no end, but I can't seem to meet anyone one who want's to actually date me? well at least I get to be bridesmaid and buy a really expensive dress. And at least I enganged in retail therapy today. And FYI I'm breaking down and going to barney's to buy overpriced jeans that make my ass look good.

Hmmm project for you

I need a neighborhoodie and I need one NOW. But I can't think of what to put on it. Right now I'm thinking "I <3 INSULIN" but I'm also thinking of doing something naught in french.Hmmmmm

Public Service Announcement

Don't go see Monster alone unless you like walking down the street crying silently to yourself and having snot icicles form on your face. Also don't call a gay man and ask him to join you for dinner so you won't have to eat alone and cry some more -- he will probably have to work out and tell you that if he misses working out his boyfriend won't get sex that night and kindly ask if you want to be responsible for that. Sigh. On a positive note, said same gay man did call back and offer to meet me, but sadly I had already finished my sad alone meal, but at least I warmed up enough to let the snot thaw.