Saturday, April 13, 2002
Well, I just woke up and had phone sex. That is always a good start to any Saturday.
It's funny, cuz I do the phone sex thing once in awhile...NEVER paying for it...just talking to guys I meet in the appropriate chat rooms....and sometimes it turns out great and sometimes I want to die laughing.
Today for example...I met this huge beast of a man. We have some hot cyber chat and then I ask him if he "does phone". He says "Sure". I call him up and the most flaming gay man answers. Not THAT flaming, but too flaming for him to be some world reknowned bodybuilder. In any case, I choke back the laughter and still finish with him. LOLOL. After I was done, I go: "Thanks Mike. See you round". And click off. He was like: "Uh?"
Now on with my day...
I'm leaving in a couple of hours to go see my mom on Long Island. I have to shower and eat something. I am looking forward to seeing the mother. It should be fun. We will get a chance to talk and tomorrow, she is supposed to take me to the mall to get something to wear for the big dinner coming up at work. I have nothing in my closet tha is even close to acceptable. Well, I could wear a wife beater. I surely have enough of those.
The cat has been licking his vagina for like an hour now.
ewe.
Short entries for the last two days, but I really have nothing to say. I like to check iñ (do you see how that "n" has a little thing on it? Sometimes when I type on Rita's computer, my fingers must hit some shift button, cuz all these crazy letters come up. Sort of like wingdings, but maybe even hieroglyphics of some sort).
It's a beautiful day. This morning I happened to catch a bit of the weather channel and it said that on Wednesday, it is going to be 82 degrees in NYC. 80 fucking 2 degrees in April? Um? That shit is fucked up.
Phone's ringing...
The African's upstairs are once again destroying their own apartment. What the fuck do they DO up there?
I swear, one of these days, one of their little black bodies is going to come crashing through the roof and end up on our kitchen table.
Alright...peayce.
It's funny, cuz I do the phone sex thing once in awhile...NEVER paying for it...just talking to guys I meet in the appropriate chat rooms....and sometimes it turns out great and sometimes I want to die laughing.
Today for example...I met this huge beast of a man. We have some hot cyber chat and then I ask him if he "does phone". He says "Sure". I call him up and the most flaming gay man answers. Not THAT flaming, but too flaming for him to be some world reknowned bodybuilder. In any case, I choke back the laughter and still finish with him. LOLOL. After I was done, I go: "Thanks Mike. See you round". And click off. He was like: "Uh?"
Now on with my day...
I'm leaving in a couple of hours to go see my mom on Long Island. I have to shower and eat something. I am looking forward to seeing the mother. It should be fun. We will get a chance to talk and tomorrow, she is supposed to take me to the mall to get something to wear for the big dinner coming up at work. I have nothing in my closet tha is even close to acceptable. Well, I could wear a wife beater. I surely have enough of those.
The cat has been licking his vagina for like an hour now.
ewe.
Short entries for the last two days, but I really have nothing to say. I like to check iñ (do you see how that "n" has a little thing on it? Sometimes when I type on Rita's computer, my fingers must hit some shift button, cuz all these crazy letters come up. Sort of like wingdings, but maybe even hieroglyphics of some sort).
It's a beautiful day. This morning I happened to catch a bit of the weather channel and it said that on Wednesday, it is going to be 82 degrees in NYC. 80 fucking 2 degrees in April? Um? That shit is fucked up.
Phone's ringing...
The African's upstairs are once again destroying their own apartment. What the fuck do they DO up there?
I swear, one of these days, one of their little black bodies is going to come crashing through the roof and end up on our kitchen table.
Alright...peayce.
