Friday, April 11, 2003
Today is the ugliest day on the planet.
Since I am one of the idiot boys that loses my umbrella every time it rains, I have given up buying a new one. I brave every storm and run my ass to my destination. But today…today I punched myself in the face for not having one. My short walk to the subway left me drenched to the bone. And this wasn’t even the worst of it.
My shower at home is so trigger sensitive that it takes at least 5 minutes for the water to be safe for skin. It either boils and scalds or it freezes and tortures. Today it was a combination of all four as I played with it for 10 minutes before Paul and I could get into it. We both were running late and trying to maneuver our bodies in my shower was totally fruitless. Eventually we completed the annoying task of cleaning our bodies and were able to get ready for work.
When I realized that there was a torrential downpour, I definitely debated whether or not to even attempt commuting to work on the subway. If I didn’t have just $13 left in my checking account, I would have cabbed it. But since that is where my funds are at until my next paycheck (this upcoming Tuesday), I just said “fuck it” and looked the storm in the face. Fortunately, the gel in my hair was still drying when I walked to the subway, so I was VERY excited to see what all of this wetness was going to do to my hairstyle. When I got to work, I stopped off in the bathroom to see the damage. Just like I had hoped, the entire back of my head is sticking straight up to the ceiling and the front half is plastered to my forehead. If you stop for a second and imagine this image, you will realize that I am one of the doofiest looking people that was ever born. Rain, rain, go away, find someone else to fuck today.
Despite this morning from HELL, I am in a slamming good mood. Had a brief, but GREAT talk with my Rita and was VERY excited to find out that she just nabbed herself a wonderful new job. AND they are paying for her to go to GRAD. SCHOOL! YAY! Sounds like things are REALLY on the up and up for her. I mean, damn. You do not know the happiness I feel in my heart when things go right for Rita Lovely. To top off all of this good news, she informed me that she is going to try to come to visit next week! When she mentioned the idea, I immediately shot my load into my pants and had to get off the phone. I ran to the bathroom to find that there was no toilet paper in any of the stalls, so I had to wipe the jizz right on the bathroom wall. I ran away in shame.
So yay! Rita is coming, Rita is coming! And if she doesn’t, I am going to visit her. End of story. Not another week without seeing her. It’s like my birthday and Christmas all wrapped up into one! (sound familiar Reets?)
This weekend I plan to spend the entire time wasted. You see, I haven’t gotten drunk in like the longest time. Back before I moved to Times Square, I was drinking like 4 or 5 nights a week. But since the move, I have avoided it all together. But this weekend…this weekend I am doing it up! Leaving work today to meet up with Paul for happy hour. It will be an early night as he as to work a double tomorrow. Saturday evening I am going out with some lesbians and that’s only fun, cuz I have nothing better to do. Kelly may join us later and that will pick up my mood, I’m sure. Other than that, it will be a weekend of rest, food, and reading my book. FUN!
On Monday I am starting Atkins. I know, I know, everyone has an opinion about it. And frankly…shhhhhh. I don’t want to hear it. My goal is to give my body a jump-start. I don’t do any diet for too long, but if this Atkins is going to get me losing a couple pounds around my gut, then great! Once I see my body start to change a bit, I will get motivated to really get my ass into some serious shape. I don’t have that much work to do. It’s not like I am starting out at 300#. At this point, I am 5”9 and 175#. Not bad. Actually, to look at me, you wouldn’t ever think of fat or overweight as an adjective to describe me. It’s just that I want to have one of those bodies that stop people in their tracks. If I ever decide to get off my ass and be an actor, I want to be able to pull my shirt off and have the world begging to sleep with me. You understand. We all understand. So Monday, I start Atkins. (Hush Jeannie, I can feel you struggling to hold back the advice!)
Paul and I had another great night last night. Made dinner, laughed and laughed, all around super evening. We went to bed EARLY. I was passed out by 11:30pm and same for him. We slept for 9 hours last night! We even woke up a bit earlier than usual today and talked in bed. We NEVER do that. I always have to leave before he does and this morning we got to laugh and play for at least 15 minutes before I had to get out of bed. Sick…we are becoming so lovey dovey and I know that for anyone reading this, that is irritating as fuck. But, truth be told, still haven’t had his dick in my mouth for over 3 months. Although we are having the time of our lives together, we still don’t do anything remotely erotic. Snores. I don’t care. Or at least, I don’t want to care about it right now.
In too good of a mood…
Thank God this week is over. My job has driven me up a fucking wall this week. Probably because I knew going into Monday that this would be the last full week of work I would have until May. With Passover coming, we get off 2 and half days each week until April 28th. Pretty fucking great to work for the Jewish, but not be one yourself. Lots of time off. :-D
My one goal this weekend is to see House of 1000 Corpses. If Paul doesn’t go with me, I am totally dragging Kelly to it. We usually go to movies on Sundays in honor of our newly created “Super Scary Sinema Sunday”. We missed last week due to us both having other plans.
Okay, I so have to go right now. I will try to come by here this weekend. I always say that and then end up with my dick in my hands all the weekend. But this entry was so rushed and ridiculous that I think I owe it to myself to write something more readable and interesting.
aRdios!
Since I am one of the idiot boys that loses my umbrella every time it rains, I have given up buying a new one. I brave every storm and run my ass to my destination. But today…today I punched myself in the face for not having one. My short walk to the subway left me drenched to the bone. And this wasn’t even the worst of it.
My shower at home is so trigger sensitive that it takes at least 5 minutes for the water to be safe for skin. It either boils and scalds or it freezes and tortures. Today it was a combination of all four as I played with it for 10 minutes before Paul and I could get into it. We both were running late and trying to maneuver our bodies in my shower was totally fruitless. Eventually we completed the annoying task of cleaning our bodies and were able to get ready for work.
When I realized that there was a torrential downpour, I definitely debated whether or not to even attempt commuting to work on the subway. If I didn’t have just $13 left in my checking account, I would have cabbed it. But since that is where my funds are at until my next paycheck (this upcoming Tuesday), I just said “fuck it” and looked the storm in the face. Fortunately, the gel in my hair was still drying when I walked to the subway, so I was VERY excited to see what all of this wetness was going to do to my hairstyle. When I got to work, I stopped off in the bathroom to see the damage. Just like I had hoped, the entire back of my head is sticking straight up to the ceiling and the front half is plastered to my forehead. If you stop for a second and imagine this image, you will realize that I am one of the doofiest looking people that was ever born. Rain, rain, go away, find someone else to fuck today.
Despite this morning from HELL, I am in a slamming good mood. Had a brief, but GREAT talk with my Rita and was VERY excited to find out that she just nabbed herself a wonderful new job. AND they are paying for her to go to GRAD. SCHOOL! YAY! Sounds like things are REALLY on the up and up for her. I mean, damn. You do not know the happiness I feel in my heart when things go right for Rita Lovely. To top off all of this good news, she informed me that she is going to try to come to visit next week! When she mentioned the idea, I immediately shot my load into my pants and had to get off the phone. I ran to the bathroom to find that there was no toilet paper in any of the stalls, so I had to wipe the jizz right on the bathroom wall. I ran away in shame.
So yay! Rita is coming, Rita is coming! And if she doesn’t, I am going to visit her. End of story. Not another week without seeing her. It’s like my birthday and Christmas all wrapped up into one! (sound familiar Reets?)
This weekend I plan to spend the entire time wasted. You see, I haven’t gotten drunk in like the longest time. Back before I moved to Times Square, I was drinking like 4 or 5 nights a week. But since the move, I have avoided it all together. But this weekend…this weekend I am doing it up! Leaving work today to meet up with Paul for happy hour. It will be an early night as he as to work a double tomorrow. Saturday evening I am going out with some lesbians and that’s only fun, cuz I have nothing better to do. Kelly may join us later and that will pick up my mood, I’m sure. Other than that, it will be a weekend of rest, food, and reading my book. FUN!
On Monday I am starting Atkins. I know, I know, everyone has an opinion about it. And frankly…shhhhhh. I don’t want to hear it. My goal is to give my body a jump-start. I don’t do any diet for too long, but if this Atkins is going to get me losing a couple pounds around my gut, then great! Once I see my body start to change a bit, I will get motivated to really get my ass into some serious shape. I don’t have that much work to do. It’s not like I am starting out at 300#. At this point, I am 5”9 and 175#. Not bad. Actually, to look at me, you wouldn’t ever think of fat or overweight as an adjective to describe me. It’s just that I want to have one of those bodies that stop people in their tracks. If I ever decide to get off my ass and be an actor, I want to be able to pull my shirt off and have the world begging to sleep with me. You understand. We all understand. So Monday, I start Atkins. (Hush Jeannie, I can feel you struggling to hold back the advice!)
Paul and I had another great night last night. Made dinner, laughed and laughed, all around super evening. We went to bed EARLY. I was passed out by 11:30pm and same for him. We slept for 9 hours last night! We even woke up a bit earlier than usual today and talked in bed. We NEVER do that. I always have to leave before he does and this morning we got to laugh and play for at least 15 minutes before I had to get out of bed. Sick…we are becoming so lovey dovey and I know that for anyone reading this, that is irritating as fuck. But, truth be told, still haven’t had his dick in my mouth for over 3 months. Although we are having the time of our lives together, we still don’t do anything remotely erotic. Snores. I don’t care. Or at least, I don’t want to care about it right now.
In too good of a mood…
Thank God this week is over. My job has driven me up a fucking wall this week. Probably because I knew going into Monday that this would be the last full week of work I would have until May. With Passover coming, we get off 2 and half days each week until April 28th. Pretty fucking great to work for the Jewish, but not be one yourself. Lots of time off. :-D
My one goal this weekend is to see House of 1000 Corpses. If Paul doesn’t go with me, I am totally dragging Kelly to it. We usually go to movies on Sundays in honor of our newly created “Super Scary Sinema Sunday”. We missed last week due to us both having other plans.
Okay, I so have to go right now. I will try to come by here this weekend. I always say that and then end up with my dick in my hands all the weekend. But this entry was so rushed and ridiculous that I think I owe it to myself to write something more readable and interesting.
aRdios!
