Friday, March 14, 2003
Jeannie Dreama has guessed the correct Broadway show from yesterday’s entry. It was Brigadoon! I know that I can always count on my Dreama to know her Broadway trivia. Good job sweets! You should be expecting a little prize very very soon!
HAPPY MOTHA FUCKING FRIDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Finally. I can’t say that this week dragged, but it definitely wasn’t smooth sailing. Usually I have like no plans for the weekend and I get excited to lay around and sleep the whole time. But this weekend it is completely the opposite. I have something to do at every moment of the weekend with the exception of tomorrow afternoon. That will be the time when I catch up on my MTV marathons and any left over jerk off sessions that I haven’t yet completed. But by the end of tonight, I will surely be relieving some THAT pressure. HEH! HEH BY MYSELF RELIEVING IT! heh. oh.
Last night I had a wonderful talk with my parents. I told them how the ghetto lady at the haircut place made me bald and ugly. They laughed over and over as I regaled them with tails of my big fat head. They were very cute on the phone and I had an excellent time chatting it up. They are doing very well and I miss them a great deal. Kelly’s family is coming down on Sunday and we are all going to brunch. In a way it’s like having my family come too. I mean, we have been friends for so long, it feels like that. So at least I will get some dosage of family before I have to return to work on Monday.
After I talked to my parents, I called Rita.
Since the move, Rita and I have been struggling to find some sort of middle ground with our friendship. The last two weeks before she left were very difficult on both of us. In a lot of ways, it was like a husband and wife getting a divorce much before it was time to do so. Neither one of us wanted to confront what was happening and after we had moved, the separation anxiety became incredibly hard to bear. bear? bare? bear. (growl!) Up until last night, I had only spoken to her once in the last two weeks. We exchanged some pretty vicious emails this week and yesterday morning I was convinced that she and I were headed for some big troubles.
When she answered her phone last night, it took all I had not to burst into tears of joy. Just hearing her voice made me immediately melt. She wasn’t angry with me at all and I wasn’t accusing her of leaving me behind anymore. The conversation began easy and over the next hour and a half we sat focused only on eachother. I told her everything that came into my mind, but of course got off the phone thinking of at least 5 more things I should have mentioned. We discussed the details of the move and then talked about how each of us felt about towards the other person. It was a beautiful conversation filled with honesty, confidentiality, and love. I knew we had to get off the phone after the hour and a half mark, but I could have stayed on talking to her for the rest of the night. I miss her deeply. But for the first time since I said good-bye to her, I felt somewhat excited about the new friendship we were going to start developing.
Love you Reets.
AND SHE’S ENGAGED!! WOOO HOOOO!! YEAH! (GIRLY SCREAMS) (CRYS OF JOY) (REACTIONS BETTER THAN SHE HAS PREVIOUSLY RECEIVED)
To me, it’s the biggest wedding I will ever be a part of. So weird that last November I went to my FIRST wedding and it was Rita’s sister, Jeannie’s. Now next spring (tentatively scheduled) I will be going to my biggest wedding and it will be Rita’s. Do you see how that’s weird? Do you? Let it go then and stop blaming me for your ignorance.
AND, to top it off…it will be a wedding that Paul will accompany me too. Or if not him, some hot gay stud of my choosing. OH damn its going to be fun. And filled with so many tears. And time to change the subject!!
I watched ER last night and was reminded how much I missed this show. But it made me quite upset. There was one scene that involved an “eyeball” and it made me actually have to turn away from the TV in horror. I think I almost vomited right on my turkey sandwich. Cuz that’s what I had for dinner. A sad ass turkey sandwich. And the turkey was slimy. And Kelly…I have decided that I hate real mayonnaise. You can have it. (When I went to the store to get our apartment some condiments, Kelly put in a request for Real Mayo as opposed to “Miracle Whip”. I bought the Hellman’s brand and when I took my first bite the other night, I about spewed chunks all over the kitchen. That shit is so fucking nasty, I don’t even know how anyone could put it in there mouth. And remember, I am used to having jizz go in my mouth.) In any case, Kelly, finish the Hell’s Man’s cuz I gotta get me some of the fake shit.
So member how I mentioned that I was reading the book The Manhattan Hunt Club? And how there are scenes in it where one of the guys kills his best friend and girl friend and puts the girls tits on the guys chest and fucks him? And how I love it?!?! (hahaha) WELL! I am almost done with the book because I simply cannot put it down. But I have had a couple powerful realizations throughout the journey of this book. FIRST and most shockingly to me, this morning I was reading a chapter about the guy that does the titty cutting. The guy (Jagger) is 6 ft 5 and 280# of muscle. So, besides the fact that he is a psycho murderer, I think he sounds like the hottest man on the planet. The book is not about his sexual fetishes, but it is a wonderful sub-plot. Well, this big monster of a man, er, I mean…stud, is stuck in the subway with the lead character of the book, Joe (my name!). Joe is a straight man, but Jagger is falling madly in love with him. Now, the reader knows that Jagger is a scary sexually perverse killer, but in my interpretation of the book, when Joe wakes up and finds that Jagger has his big arms around him, I sport a boner. I get very excited when Jagger starts really coming on to Joe. Protecting him and staring provocatively at him. Well, I realized THIS MORNING (and 50 pages until the end) that Jagger wanting to sex Joe up is supposed to be terrifying and suspenseful. But because I am a gay man reading this book, I have totally missed out on the fear of this relationship, and have even imagined that I am Joe and Jagger has his big body nestled up to my little body. When I realized what I was doing, I sat on the subway shifting my eyes back and forth all guilty like. IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT I LIKE BIG MEN! WHETHER OR NOT THEY WANT TO CHOP OFF MY PENIS AND STICK TITTIES ON ME! So the book isn’t as scary because I want to make love to Jagger.
Great.
The other thing I realized is that the book totally blows. I am getting too old or something, and I’m not enjoying readying books about titties being cut off and meals made of rats and slime. So what am I asking is that if you know of a good book that I should read, please hit me up with some suggestions. I am looking specifically for two different genres of books.
1) I would LOVE to read a GOOD gay book. A love story that involves two gay men. One of which is a bodybuilder. Simple enough, eh?
2) Would love to read a book that is dynamic, emotional, and powerful. Doesn’t matter the type of book it is, just that it’s not too difficult of a read. Not that I am ignorant or uneducated, I just don’t want to read a book that is going to force me to exert any unnecessary energy. I think you get what I am saying.
SO please send me your suggestions! I am thinking that my next book will be The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. Rita has been trying to get me to read it for awhile and Kelly has a copy of it. So that will most likely be my next read. But as we know, the book is not about a bodybuilder, so….
I guess that’s it. I drank four mini-boxes of Yoo-Hoo this morning and now my stomach feels as though it might explode with Vitamin D vomit. What was I thinking as I continued to shove the straw down into each box? Blech. Done with that beverage for at least a couple days.
Have great weekends everyone. I forgot to buy the phone cords I needed to hook up my internet last night. Will NOT forget to do so today. If it all works out, I will definitely pop over the next couple of days.
Latas skatas.
HAPPY MOTHA FUCKING FRIDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!
Finally. I can’t say that this week dragged, but it definitely wasn’t smooth sailing. Usually I have like no plans for the weekend and I get excited to lay around and sleep the whole time. But this weekend it is completely the opposite. I have something to do at every moment of the weekend with the exception of tomorrow afternoon. That will be the time when I catch up on my MTV marathons and any left over jerk off sessions that I haven’t yet completed. But by the end of tonight, I will surely be relieving some THAT pressure. HEH! HEH BY MYSELF RELIEVING IT! heh. oh.
Last night I had a wonderful talk with my parents. I told them how the ghetto lady at the haircut place made me bald and ugly. They laughed over and over as I regaled them with tails of my big fat head. They were very cute on the phone and I had an excellent time chatting it up. They are doing very well and I miss them a great deal. Kelly’s family is coming down on Sunday and we are all going to brunch. In a way it’s like having my family come too. I mean, we have been friends for so long, it feels like that. So at least I will get some dosage of family before I have to return to work on Monday.
After I talked to my parents, I called Rita.
Since the move, Rita and I have been struggling to find some sort of middle ground with our friendship. The last two weeks before she left were very difficult on both of us. In a lot of ways, it was like a husband and wife getting a divorce much before it was time to do so. Neither one of us wanted to confront what was happening and after we had moved, the separation anxiety became incredibly hard to bear. bear? bare? bear. (growl!) Up until last night, I had only spoken to her once in the last two weeks. We exchanged some pretty vicious emails this week and yesterday morning I was convinced that she and I were headed for some big troubles.
When she answered her phone last night, it took all I had not to burst into tears of joy. Just hearing her voice made me immediately melt. She wasn’t angry with me at all and I wasn’t accusing her of leaving me behind anymore. The conversation began easy and over the next hour and a half we sat focused only on eachother. I told her everything that came into my mind, but of course got off the phone thinking of at least 5 more things I should have mentioned. We discussed the details of the move and then talked about how each of us felt about towards the other person. It was a beautiful conversation filled with honesty, confidentiality, and love. I knew we had to get off the phone after the hour and a half mark, but I could have stayed on talking to her for the rest of the night. I miss her deeply. But for the first time since I said good-bye to her, I felt somewhat excited about the new friendship we were going to start developing.
Love you Reets.
AND SHE’S ENGAGED!! WOOO HOOOO!! YEAH! (GIRLY SCREAMS) (CRYS OF JOY) (REACTIONS BETTER THAN SHE HAS PREVIOUSLY RECEIVED)
To me, it’s the biggest wedding I will ever be a part of. So weird that last November I went to my FIRST wedding and it was Rita’s sister, Jeannie’s. Now next spring (tentatively scheduled) I will be going to my biggest wedding and it will be Rita’s. Do you see how that’s weird? Do you? Let it go then and stop blaming me for your ignorance.
AND, to top it off…it will be a wedding that Paul will accompany me too. Or if not him, some hot gay stud of my choosing. OH damn its going to be fun. And filled with so many tears. And time to change the subject!!
I watched ER last night and was reminded how much I missed this show. But it made me quite upset. There was one scene that involved an “eyeball” and it made me actually have to turn away from the TV in horror. I think I almost vomited right on my turkey sandwich. Cuz that’s what I had for dinner. A sad ass turkey sandwich. And the turkey was slimy. And Kelly…I have decided that I hate real mayonnaise. You can have it. (When I went to the store to get our apartment some condiments, Kelly put in a request for Real Mayo as opposed to “Miracle Whip”. I bought the Hellman’s brand and when I took my first bite the other night, I about spewed chunks all over the kitchen. That shit is so fucking nasty, I don’t even know how anyone could put it in there mouth. And remember, I am used to having jizz go in my mouth.) In any case, Kelly, finish the Hell’s Man’s cuz I gotta get me some of the fake shit.
So member how I mentioned that I was reading the book The Manhattan Hunt Club? And how there are scenes in it where one of the guys kills his best friend and girl friend and puts the girls tits on the guys chest and fucks him? And how I love it?!?! (hahaha) WELL! I am almost done with the book because I simply cannot put it down. But I have had a couple powerful realizations throughout the journey of this book. FIRST and most shockingly to me, this morning I was reading a chapter about the guy that does the titty cutting. The guy (Jagger) is 6 ft 5 and 280# of muscle. So, besides the fact that he is a psycho murderer, I think he sounds like the hottest man on the planet. The book is not about his sexual fetishes, but it is a wonderful sub-plot. Well, this big monster of a man, er, I mean…stud, is stuck in the subway with the lead character of the book, Joe (my name!). Joe is a straight man, but Jagger is falling madly in love with him. Now, the reader knows that Jagger is a scary sexually perverse killer, but in my interpretation of the book, when Joe wakes up and finds that Jagger has his big arms around him, I sport a boner. I get very excited when Jagger starts really coming on to Joe. Protecting him and staring provocatively at him. Well, I realized THIS MORNING (and 50 pages until the end) that Jagger wanting to sex Joe up is supposed to be terrifying and suspenseful. But because I am a gay man reading this book, I have totally missed out on the fear of this relationship, and have even imagined that I am Joe and Jagger has his big body nestled up to my little body. When I realized what I was doing, I sat on the subway shifting my eyes back and forth all guilty like. IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT I LIKE BIG MEN! WHETHER OR NOT THEY WANT TO CHOP OFF MY PENIS AND STICK TITTIES ON ME! So the book isn’t as scary because I want to make love to Jagger.
Great.
The other thing I realized is that the book totally blows. I am getting too old or something, and I’m not enjoying readying books about titties being cut off and meals made of rats and slime. So what am I asking is that if you know of a good book that I should read, please hit me up with some suggestions. I am looking specifically for two different genres of books.
1) I would LOVE to read a GOOD gay book. A love story that involves two gay men. One of which is a bodybuilder. Simple enough, eh?
2) Would love to read a book that is dynamic, emotional, and powerful. Doesn’t matter the type of book it is, just that it’s not too difficult of a read. Not that I am ignorant or uneducated, I just don’t want to read a book that is going to force me to exert any unnecessary energy. I think you get what I am saying.
SO please send me your suggestions! I am thinking that my next book will be The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath. Rita has been trying to get me to read it for awhile and Kelly has a copy of it. So that will most likely be my next read. But as we know, the book is not about a bodybuilder, so….
I guess that’s it. I drank four mini-boxes of Yoo-Hoo this morning and now my stomach feels as though it might explode with Vitamin D vomit. What was I thinking as I continued to shove the straw down into each box? Blech. Done with that beverage for at least a couple days.
Have great weekends everyone. I forgot to buy the phone cords I needed to hook up my internet last night. Will NOT forget to do so today. If it all works out, I will definitely pop over the next couple of days.
Latas skatas.
