Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Everything old is just sleeping waiting to be new again, everything new is just one second from becoming old

Give me a sec here - I'm in a real foul fuckin' mood.

My neighbors are taking me to court over my dogs barking.


Mind you I'm not one of those guys who has a rusty old bloodhound tied to a tree who he beats once a weeek - I have two beautiful yellow labs and a gorgeous golden retreiver - my dogs sleep in MY bed, they are not allowed people food, they sit when asked - they wear frigging Burberry collars - and now the old withered up bitch next door whose doing nothing to help the neighborhood appreciate has gotten herself and a couple of cronies to take me to court over my dogs barking.

My dogs bark when they play sure - their playing.

My dogs bark when your in the alley behind my house - their protecting the house.

I frigging park my Audi convertible in my driveway so the dogs can stay in the air-cooled garage when it's too hot (proper use of 'too' - right Tyler - grin)

Just pisses me off. And my operations manager (and friend) seems to be AWOL today which may get his ass fired - but unfortunately since I'm his friend has me more of a nervous wreck right now.

Old things, new things, used things, bruised things...much of it my heart. Found out Friday night - in a drunken stupor - that a friend who I had just been hanging out with the previous weekend, had committed suicide. I liked this kid cute, fun, troublemaker - but never became anything more than bar friends with him primarily and more eriely because the way I met him was HERO's funeral. How strange is life that on the eve of the weekend that I met HERO who ended up taking his life that his friend does the same. I know little of the circumstances 'cept rumors of terminal cancer - which I respect a persons desire to not put themselves through the rigors of cancer treatment. Which then ties in to how nervous I am about getting my own biopsy results tomorrow - with the way things are going lately. Oh, and I have a date with LUCKY tonight - and if anyone has been reading me from the beggining you must be: WOAH.

Every crazy thing seems to spiral and be connected into every crazy thing in my life right now.

WHEW! Did I vent or WHAT!

Friday, June 10, 2005

Really - REALLY - Hung Over.

And for some reason I have all this salt in my hair.

What's worse than being dragged on stage by a drag queen during bingo?

Um, being dragged backstage.

Friday, June 03, 2005

Ok - kinda sucks, I'm all hyper to write lately and talk about the so many things happening in my world and my Cox cable connection at home is for shit. Has to be the drivers or cable modem - pissing the shit out of me though. So anyway, when I said I was back to writing I meant it...maybe I'll write the files and then just upload the files when I get to work.

I'm in a good space. Given myself til San Diego Pride to be hot as shit - yeah it's a vapid goal compared to cleansing the world of crime (those people who take 14 items in to the 10 item line, or women who flaunt belly-piercings intended to distract from their rolls) or saving an endangered species (you know - like one of the Olsen twins) - but come on I let myself go this past year and I'm finally kicking my ass back into shape. Behave and there will be pictures.

Hate to write when I'm at work, so have a terrific weekend, and if you haven't seen it - please, please, please go see CRASH - it's friggin awesome.

Friday, May 27, 2005

Dear GOD and/or Anonynmous poster - glad you're so fascinated by my life - don't worry one day you to may have a life - doubtful, but dream big - now that American Idol is done it's run you MUST have TONS of time on your hands.

Friday, May 20, 2005

Ok, good news - bad news. I finally added links bad in but down have time to tweak with the font size and picked them up from a really, REALLY old template. God knows how many of the links even work.

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Oh and BTW - I meant to say an extremely sincere thank you to those adorable bloggers who never take you off their link-love-list, even when your admittedly dreadful about consistently writing. It's like the old adage about leaving a candle burning, it makes you feel cared for. And YES, I'm a dork - I need to add LINKS back on to my page and the favor will be returned.
I'm hungover and bored.

Just not in the mood to work today. The office is empty and I find myself ignoring the dosseir (sp?) I need to put together for the lawsuit, accounts receivable reporting I need to update to finish my Q1 reporting for the CPA, death threats I need to make to people who owe my company way too much money and an IN basket that would strike fear in the hearts of many a paper-weight.

...and I'm fucking horny.

I need sex. Good, dirty, sweaty, cum in my face sex.

I've been seeing someone for 3 months now, but it's all but over. And there hasn't been any sex there for weeks. Once I stop feeling for someone - I stop. All gone, gone fishing, void/do not redeposit, return to sender. We haven't spoken in three days so the only thing left is to say the words. He's a great guy, but aimless. 26 and just going nowhere. I've always been so driven - so agressive about finding success in whatever I do - that I'm just dumbfounded when I meet bright, attractive guys who seem to care only about the next bump and where the after-hours party is at.

I need more, much more. I want to be challenged, intellectually stimulated - I want to be excited when I hear him talk about his accomplishments, I want to share in his hopes, I want to want to tear his clothes off everytime I see him - instead I'm paying his cell phone bill because he hasn't paid it two months - but still always manages to have coke on him.

I think the whole thing has me in a rut. That sense of disappointment in the bigger picture when something I try fails. It's been a long 2 and 1/2 years since Lucky and I split up and 1 and 1/2 since Hero's suicide. I've tried to date twice now, same results - it's great, fantastic even for the first month or so, by the second month I'm having buyers remorse and by the third I'm chewing my arm off to get away. But in my heart I know I want someone in my life - just not sure how to get there.

Monday, May 16, 2005

Things seem very helter-skelter of late. My best friend V. is coming intown this week for a funeral. One of those random connections - not her, but the poor guy who passed away, that bring your frineds back even though it's starting to hit 100 degrees here.

The first few weeks when the heat comes on in Arizona makes everyone excessively cranky - I would probably compare it to the mind set they spoke of in my 1 year-hiatis in Milwaukee - S.A.D. (Seasonal Attitude Depression). Kinda that - oh shit-I live in fucking AZ and the temperature is gonna be 100 and over for the next 6 months - oh what ever happened to march and tooling around town with the top down.

Spoke to Big H. tonite and agreed to go on some gay caribbean cruise next January to celebrate his big 4-0. It'll be something to look forward to and plenty of time to lose a couple of pounds.

Not sure what became of my Saturday post - but oh such is life on the blogspot.