I'm sitting in a smoking livin' room.
Smoky becaurz I just cooked some motherfuckin' sausage up in this bitch!
?
I'm also sitting in the livan'roomz watching Whatever Martha in which a fantastic show where Martha Stewarts daughter Alexis and a friendie that she has named Jennifer (some girl with red hair) watch Martha Stewart Living, do the projects and are just snarky and awesome.
heh
That's all I got. I got nothin' more boom bow no more boom bow bow
ugh:(
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
and the sun was all
After a less than exhausting day at werk
< exhaust
I'm back at chez moi; shirtless, pants undone, mustache in full bloom; yes I'm from Oh HI Oh and it shows the most at these moments. TWIIIIST: I'm watching RuPaul Rupaul Race: Start Your RuPauls™.
They are making books n things for this episode.
Which gets me wondering what would my book be called. I only think that because I'm a RAGIN' narcissist. I'm a narwhal narcissist. That could the title:
Narwhal Narcissist: Memoirs of a Something Something Such n' Such
[insert: this is what the cover would look like]
Yes, that is a decapitated narwhal and yes, that is me and yes those are big sunglasses and yes, that picture was taken with my Macbook camera and yes, I wrote a lot of yeses (yesi) to bring awareness to my horrible writing skillz.
This is what the first two sentences of my MEMEiors:
I remember, or at least remember being told that I should remember, that I was with mon pere (french? mon dieu); near some park...near some park, near some handball courts...near some park, near some handball courts, in California just takin a lil' walk. I walked up to a dog (squee) then was bitten on the foot, hard, I was four.
Does that make you want to read it? No? That's what I thought.
and that my friends(?).
is
that
< exhaust
I'm back at chez moi; shirtless, pants undone, mustache in full bloom; yes I'm from Oh HI Oh and it shows the most at these moments. TWIIIIST: I'm watching RuPaul Rupaul Race: Start Your RuPauls™.
They are making books n things for this episode.
Which gets me wondering what would my book be called. I only think that because I'm a RAGIN' narcissist. I'm a narwhal narcissist. That could the title:
Narwhal Narcissist: Memoirs of a Something Something Such n' Such
[insert: this is what the cover would look like]
Yes, that is a decapitated narwhal and yes, that is me and yes those are big sunglasses and yes, that picture was taken with my Macbook camera and yes, I wrote a lot of yeses (yesi) to bring awareness to my horrible writing skillz.
This is what the first two sentences of my MEMEiors:
I remember, or at least remember being told that I should remember, that I was with mon pere (french? mon dieu); near some park...near some park, near some handball courts...near some park, near some handball courts, in California just takin a lil' walk. I walked up to a dog (squee) then was bitten on the foot, hard, I was four.
Does that make you want to read it? No? That's what I thought.
and that my friends(?).
is
that
Sunday, March 21, 2010
bustin' out all over
It's been a crazy beautiful weekend beeotch.
It's been one of those weekends where it's a shame to be inside. So I've been not lazy enough to actually be outside and enjoy the weather! Instead of doing what I'm...doing...right/write now and chilling in the livin' roomz relaxin' on my blog.
So I'm chilling and relaxin' at the same time. I think I'll dub it chillaxin' and that friends is how werds are invented.
[insert: yup]
oh some other asshole invented that? Well that's NEWS TO ME. Nothin' new unda teh sunz. Accept for all the lithe hipsters venturing out in the sun.
Friday night I was all set for staying in and having a good night sleep.
PSYCH
A friend (I guess technically it's more of an acquaintance, since we only met 2 weeks before I moved from Chicago and hung out 1.5 times before I left, and not much talking happened IFFFF youknowwhatImean), was in town and he called (txt'd, whatever) me and asked to hangsies. So we did.
Major queer checklist were hit: Metropolitan and Sugarland. Yes, There are only two major standard checks in this part of town. Welcome. We ran into a mutual friend at metro. This friend of our has the remarkable gift to literally make friends with anyone. Anyone that has ever been born. No matter the disposition, he will be able to make friends with them. It's kind of amazing to watching it happen.
We (I) also saw ED DROSTE from Grizzly Bear™. It was kinda squee worthy. He's also a lot taller then I expected; handsomer too. So that was my Alt Celebrity Sighting™ of the week, ugh fine, of the year.
[insert: deep sea diver]
I got us lost on the way to Sugarland. How? I dunno when it's literally a 10 minute walk from Metro. I'm just an idiot i guess. There was a party going on so lots of queers (not just gay boiz) and dykes. It was awesome.
One of the go-go dancer lit her tassels on fire. ON FUCKING FIRE. Then she twirled them, oh how she twirled them. They were like comets orbiting the planet the were her breasts.
[insert: wheels on fire]
Oh, we ran into some friends of DS7. They tried to take us home with them (because they got kicked out of Sugz) and when we declined they called me fat and my friend a leprechaun.
[insert: Welcome to Brooklyn™.]
AN-E-WHEY
After we danced we ummmm left...sure we'll go with that.
Yesterdaze I went to Prospect Park. It takes about 40 minutes to get there via bus. It's a nice autobus ride. You pass through a Hasidic neighborhood. then a largely AfroCaribbean hoodz. While I was ridin the bus I was noticing how extremely cinematic this stupid city is. Everything; the buildings, the people, the layout everything. No matter there are so many moo-veez about new york.
I went to the park for a Queer Picnic. There was hummus, bread, cheese, fruit and wine for all. It was pretty queer. Many be-tattoed, tank top wearing, cut-off shorts having, big sun glasses rocking queers enjoying the sun.
Heaven.
[insert: prrrrrrrk]
Gave my friend a haircut after that.
Then went home and sleeeeept for like 12 hours. nice. Because I didn't get much sleep friday night. WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK
see what i did there?
I'm currently watching John Tuck Must Die on FX™? while simultaneously watching the BBC special on mammels. David Attenborough(spelling?) can talk me to sleep any time. Put I don't want to see you. Get of my screen now plz thanks.
Penn Badgley is in J T must D, with a horrible haircut; disgusting and long.
I did laundry today. It's awesome and it's sitting on my bed, were it will remain for the foreseeable future. Unless I drunkenly put it away, which is a very real possibility.
happy sunday
It's been one of those weekends where it's a shame to be inside. So I've been not lazy enough to actually be outside and enjoy the weather! Instead of doing what I'm...doing...right/write now and chilling in the livin' roomz relaxin' on my blog.
So I'm chilling and relaxin' at the same time. I think I'll dub it chillaxin' and that friends is how werds are invented.
[insert: yup]
oh some other asshole invented that? Well that's NEWS TO ME. Nothin' new unda teh sunz. Accept for all the lithe hipsters venturing out in the sun.
Friday night I was all set for staying in and having a good night sleep.
PSYCH
A friend (I guess technically it's more of an acquaintance, since we only met 2 weeks before I moved from Chicago and hung out 1.5 times before I left, and not much talking happened IFFFF youknowwhatImean), was in town and he called (txt'd, whatever) me and asked to hangsies. So we did.
Major queer checklist were hit: Metropolitan and Sugarland. Yes, There are only two major standard checks in this part of town. Welcome. We ran into a mutual friend at metro. This friend of our has the remarkable gift to literally make friends with anyone. Anyone that has ever been born. No matter the disposition, he will be able to make friends with them. It's kind of amazing to watching it happen.
We (I) also saw ED DROSTE from Grizzly Bear™. It was kinda squee worthy. He's also a lot taller then I expected; handsomer too. So that was my Alt Celebrity Sighting™ of the week, ugh fine, of the year.
[insert: deep sea diver]
I got us lost on the way to Sugarland. How? I dunno when it's literally a 10 minute walk from Metro. I'm just an idiot i guess. There was a party going on so lots of queers (not just gay boiz) and dykes. It was awesome.
One of the go-go dancer lit her tassels on fire. ON FUCKING FIRE. Then she twirled them, oh how she twirled them. They were like comets orbiting the planet the were her breasts.
[insert: wheels on fire]
Oh, we ran into some friends of DS7. They tried to take us home with them (because they got kicked out of Sugz) and when we declined they called me fat and my friend a leprechaun.
[insert: Welcome to Brooklyn™.]
AN-E-WHEY
After we danced we ummmm left...sure we'll go with that.
Yesterdaze I went to Prospect Park. It takes about 40 minutes to get there via bus. It's a nice autobus ride. You pass through a Hasidic neighborhood. then a largely AfroCaribbean hoodz. While I was ridin the bus I was noticing how extremely cinematic this stupid city is. Everything; the buildings, the people, the layout everything. No matter there are so many moo-veez about new york.
I went to the park for a Queer Picnic. There was hummus, bread, cheese, fruit and wine for all. It was pretty queer. Many be-tattoed, tank top wearing, cut-off shorts having, big sun glasses rocking queers enjoying the sun.
Heaven.
[insert: prrrrrrrk]
Gave my friend a haircut after that.
Then went home and sleeeeept for like 12 hours. nice. Because I didn't get much sleep friday night. WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINK
see what i did there?
I'm currently watching John Tuck Must Die on FX™? while simultaneously watching the BBC special on mammels. David Attenborough(spelling?) can talk me to sleep any time. Put I don't want to see you. Get of my screen now plz thanks.
Penn Badgley is in J T must D, with a horrible haircut; disgusting and long.
I did laundry today. It's awesome and it's sitting on my bed, were it will remain for the foreseeable future. Unless I drunkenly put it away, which is a very real possibility.
happy sunday
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
e la metodolagia
Y otra ves vi al mucho del tren. This time on the street.
I'm a street bitch baby
[insert: no not at all]
I saw him when I was WALKING HOME FROM THE TRAIN STATION yes that happened. Well, at least I think it was him? I did a double take but I'm pretty sure it was him?
Well i dunno if it was him or not but the melancholy romantic in me wants it to be him. Since it would mean that he lives near where I live and the chances of me seeing him have grown. I can also indulge in my super melancholy place, because he was with another boiz, that could be his boi'frien, but might not be, it might just be a boi that is a frien'.
So playing with the scenarios can be fun and horrible but maybe I'll run into him again and talk to him?
maybe.
so it was him and that's that.
I'm a street bitch baby
[insert: no not at all]
I saw him when I was WALKING HOME FROM THE TRAIN STATION yes that happened. Well, at least I think it was him? I did a double take but I'm pretty sure it was him?
Well i dunno if it was him or not but the melancholy romantic in me wants it to be him. Since it would mean that he lives near where I live and the chances of me seeing him have grown. I can also indulge in my super melancholy place, because he was with another boiz, that could be his boi'frien, but might not be, it might just be a boi that is a frien'.
So playing with the scenarios can be fun and horrible but maybe I'll run into him again and talk to him?
maybe.
so it was him and that's that.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
still worth while
Today on my way to work (at noon I might add, awwww yea sucka' it was awesome), I saw this v/kayute d00d on the traaaaain.
And what I mean to say: On my way to work I saw this really cute guy on the train. Thanks to the packedattudidness of the train, thanks a lot L, I wasn't able to creepily admire him as much as I would've allowed myself to. But eye contact was definitely made and once the guy alighted (<-----I studied in London! for a little! which explains the word usage), there was more eye contact and smiles. Smiles! Its true!
I'll probz never see him again and as such will never know his name but it was a nice way to start the morning.
Like i wasn't going to but this
who do you think you are?
And what I mean to say: On my way to work I saw this really cute guy on the train. Thanks to the packedattudidness of the train, thanks a lot L, I wasn't able to creepily admire him as much as I would've allowed myself to. But eye contact was definitely made and once the guy alighted (<-----I studied in London! for a little! which explains the word usage), there was more eye contact and smiles. Smiles! Its true!
I'll probz never see him again and as such will never know his name but it was a nice way to start the morning.
Like i wasn't going to but this
who do you think you are?
Monday, March 15, 2010
might as well
Buy a ticket to California, which is what I did.
Sure, I have other bills to pay, but you know, buy it while the buyin' is good?
Yeah, we'll go with that.
[insert: califoooooornia here we coooooooooooooooooome]
But this is far in the future; in JULY! So while I'll feel the pinch now, once July rolls around Future Me™ will think Past Me™ was pretty smart. Pretty...pretty clever.
So soon, but not too soon, one of my besties on the enetz and I will be hangin' out on the West Coast.
West Coast: Best Coast?
East Coast: Yeast Coast?
So that's the what the future looks like or maybe it'll look like this.
[insert: scarepocalypse now!]
I was pretty tired for most of the day today. I came home and laid in bed with my mind on my money and my money on my mind. I also watched Arrested Development.
So good.
cornballing piece of sh*t
Sure, I have other bills to pay, but you know, buy it while the buyin' is good?
Yeah, we'll go with that.
[insert: califoooooornia here we coooooooooooooooooome]
But this is far in the future; in JULY! So while I'll feel the pinch now, once July rolls around Future Me™ will think Past Me™ was pretty smart. Pretty...pretty clever.
So soon, but not too soon, one of my besties on the enetz and I will be hangin' out on the West Coast.
West Coast: Best Coast?
East Coast: Yeast Coast?
So that's the what the future looks like or maybe it'll look like this.
[insert: scarepocalypse now!]
I was pretty tired for most of the day today. I came home and laid in bed with my mind on my money and my money on my mind. I also watched Arrested Development.
So good.
cornballing piece of sh*t
Friday, March 12, 2010
bottle of white bottle a' red
So it's:
T-minus 3 and a half hours till tattie time.
My excitement needs some kind of outlet, so it might as well be writing in this.
PRODUCTIVE!
And also...I could get in troubz, since I am at........work
but whatevz, i say, EVZ!
So it's c-werkerz b-day celebration today but since I have my tattoo appt at 7 i'm going to meet up with the peeps afterward. After Words.
I've got to the point where I cant concentrate. Not even on this. I'm basically just tip tappin' away for no reason, and with no direction. Which is what I normally do n e way, but this time it's even more pointless/directionless/meaningless.
When i'm in this state I feel like my punctuation gets so much worse. But so what who cares, I know you don't or you would have stopped reading this long ago and I know I don't or else I woulda stopped writing this....long ago. So a lot of things might have happened that haven't and alot if things will happen that you or I have no control over, like me writing in this blizzog. Sounds like: Bliss Log or Bliss Bog.
something with bliss in it and something that makes no sense.
Nothing makes sense.
you don't make sense.
this blog espesh doesn't make sense or cents.
i should stop
we won't stop; we can't stop
but i can
T-minus 3 and a half hours till tattie time.
My excitement needs some kind of outlet, so it might as well be writing in this.
PRODUCTIVE!
And also...I could get in troubz, since I am at........work
but whatevz, i say, EVZ!
So it's c-werkerz b-day celebration today but since I have my tattoo appt at 7 i'm going to meet up with the peeps afterward. After Words.
I've got to the point where I cant concentrate. Not even on this. I'm basically just tip tappin' away for no reason, and with no direction. Which is what I normally do n e way, but this time it's even more pointless/directionless/meaningless.
When i'm in this state I feel like my punctuation gets so much worse. But so what who cares, I know you don't or you would have stopped reading this long ago and I know I don't or else I woulda stopped writing this....long ago. So a lot of things might have happened that haven't and alot if things will happen that you or I have no control over, like me writing in this blizzog. Sounds like: Bliss Log or Bliss Bog.
something with bliss in it and something that makes no sense.
Nothing makes sense.
you don't make sense.
this blog espesh doesn't make sense or cents.
i should stop
we won't stop; we can't stop
but i can
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