A Cautionary Tale of a Life Lived with the Minimum of Rational Discretion

Thursday, August 23, 2001

Don't worry beautiful I would never result to THAT, crap I may need to sell my body and obviously my asking price will be cut in half without the full package. I mean I don't have Choire doing things like THIS for me.

Tuesday, August 21, 2001

I find it a little creepy that someone out there came across my site using the keyword combination:

"Gay+Father+Son+Pics"

Try there keywords next time:

"Freak+Seeking+Therapist"

Monday, August 20, 2001

Ok, face it - here's proof that I am an angel

Great Moment: Running into old friends of my boyfriend's when visiting him at his bartenders gig on Friday night after seeing Hedwig and the Angry Inch.

Bad Moment: Running into old friends of my boyfriend's when visiting him at his bartenders gig on Friday night and realizing that all six of us have been laid off from our jobs in the past month to 6 months (and the 6 monthers are STILL unemployed and we all seem to be applying for the same jobs)

Great Moment: Sitting in row 12, seat 13 - behind home plate at the DBacks vs Cubs game on Saturday night for one of the most exciting games I've ever attending.

Bad Moment: The skill it took for that daredevil pigeon to find and target the guy sitting in row 12, seat 13 - behind home plate at the DBacks vs. Cubs game....during the bottom of the 8th.

Great Moment: Running into my best friend from high school at Charlies on Saturday Night.

Bad Moment: Realizing that you are running into your best friend from high school (who you haven't see in 14 years) and your sooooo drunk from 4 bomber-sized Samuel Adams at the DBacks ball game, 3 "way-to-easy-to-ingest" Mandarin&Tonics at Roscoes and you have just made the inebriated decision to walk around the bar with your shirt off because you and the AB Roller have been very intimate these days.

Great Moment: My boyfriend "being in the mood" all weekend.

Bad Moment: Being oblivious to the fact that my boyfriend was "in the mood" because I passed out as soon as my drunk, shirtless, bird-pooped-on-ass, crawled into bed Saturday night.