Tuesday, April 15, 2003
Well the Atkins Diet thing worked really well! You should see how much weight I have lost in the last 24 hours. I’m like a brand new man. Considering this, I am done with it. I thought I could keep it going strong until at least Thursday, but nah. I’m bored by it already. I am still going to change my eating habits so that I am consuming a lot LESS carbs and I am still going grocery shopping tonight to get some healthy shit up in my pad. But Dr. Atkins is a bitch and I am not really in the mood for him anymore. So we’ll see…
I have decided that I absolutely adore the TV show Scrubs. At first I thought it was silly. (Like I ever use the word “silly”. As a gay man, I’m just not allowed.) But over the last two weeks, I have started to believe in it as a brilliant and smart comedy. It makes me howl with laughter. Last week, they did the most unbelievable thing. There was a scene where all of the doctor’s were sitting around at a lecture and the lead doctor guy interrupts the person speaking by saying “SNORE”. Paul happened to be watching the show with me that night and we both burst out laughing and freaked! He used MY LINE on a TV show. Isn’t it strange when you come up with a saying and then hear people use it on TV? Cuz no WAY did the Scrubs writers actually create that phrase. Clearly, I passed it on to Rita and Kelly, who in turn passed it on to people they know and so on and so forth. Man! I am so glad that my comedic genius is finally getting the attention it deserves.
In all reality, hearing my pride and joy phrase “SNORE”, on a major network, just led me to believe that I am even more generic than I originally thought.
Now I hate Scrubs. No one watch it.
So, RITA is coming to NYC! It will be a very short visit, but at least I am going to be able to spend some real time with her. I was afraid that we weren’t going to be able to work out the visit this week and that would have sucked big time. Sometimes you just need a quick fix. Like, for example, when you sniff glue. Sniffing glue is, well, I guess, no, actually it has nothing to do with sniffing glue. Never mind.
Yay Rita’s coming!
Just a quickie…can someone please explain to me why last week in NYC we had a foot of snow and exactly one week later, it is a blazing inferno? Is it because everyone missed the “connect the dot” zits that appear on my forehead when the subways become an oven? Because soon enough, they will be in full bloom! I love this weather, but hate the fact that I become this sweaty, slimy, scary beast that trudges through the subway as though I am looking for a meal made of flesh.
I don’t know about you, but if you don’t watch the “Real World/Road World Battle of the Seasons”, you are missing out! The shit is gooood. So much better than that lame ass “Las Vegas” garbage they had going. I happened to catch that new show Punk’d last night and saw that one of the people that they were playing the pranks on was Trishelle from the most recent Real World. I started SCREAMING at the television when I saw this nonsense. Don’t tell me that this lame bitch thinks that she is some sort of a STAR now. Every single one of those “Vegas” Real Worlders better fade into the background and fast. I curse their very existence.
CURSE!
Haven’t seen Paul since Saturday night and don’t plan on seeing him again until our “Date Night” tomorrow. Since I just got paid today, it is my turn to take us out to dinner. He pays for the meal every single week and now I have to fork over a few bones to kind of make up for my “I eat everything I want and for free” attitude. I am pretty sure that we are going to go out near my apartment in Midtown, but finding an affordable place to eat there is difficult. And hells if I have any chance at finding a GAY restaurant, which he considers a necessity. Honestly though Paul, grow up and learn to accept the fact that straight people are all around us. Sometimes they even have good food too. So we will, against his whining and complaining, be eating straight cuisine. I’m thinking a diner of some sort. This bitch don’t got enough money for us to eat in a restaurant that sells wine. Only soda and milkshakes.
Time for lunch! Oh God, what do I have to eat?
I heard pizza is good this time of year. Maybe I’ll go check it out and see what all the fuss is about. I mean, pizza. What a strange concept. I’ve never had it before.
Sounds yum, no?
I have decided that I absolutely adore the TV show Scrubs. At first I thought it was silly. (Like I ever use the word “silly”. As a gay man, I’m just not allowed.) But over the last two weeks, I have started to believe in it as a brilliant and smart comedy. It makes me howl with laughter. Last week, they did the most unbelievable thing. There was a scene where all of the doctor’s were sitting around at a lecture and the lead doctor guy interrupts the person speaking by saying “SNORE”. Paul happened to be watching the show with me that night and we both burst out laughing and freaked! He used MY LINE on a TV show. Isn’t it strange when you come up with a saying and then hear people use it on TV? Cuz no WAY did the Scrubs writers actually create that phrase. Clearly, I passed it on to Rita and Kelly, who in turn passed it on to people they know and so on and so forth. Man! I am so glad that my comedic genius is finally getting the attention it deserves.
In all reality, hearing my pride and joy phrase “SNORE”, on a major network, just led me to believe that I am even more generic than I originally thought.
Now I hate Scrubs. No one watch it.
So, RITA is coming to NYC! It will be a very short visit, but at least I am going to be able to spend some real time with her. I was afraid that we weren’t going to be able to work out the visit this week and that would have sucked big time. Sometimes you just need a quick fix. Like, for example, when you sniff glue. Sniffing glue is, well, I guess, no, actually it has nothing to do with sniffing glue. Never mind.
Yay Rita’s coming!
Just a quickie…can someone please explain to me why last week in NYC we had a foot of snow and exactly one week later, it is a blazing inferno? Is it because everyone missed the “connect the dot” zits that appear on my forehead when the subways become an oven? Because soon enough, they will be in full bloom! I love this weather, but hate the fact that I become this sweaty, slimy, scary beast that trudges through the subway as though I am looking for a meal made of flesh.
I don’t know about you, but if you don’t watch the “Real World/Road World Battle of the Seasons”, you are missing out! The shit is gooood. So much better than that lame ass “Las Vegas” garbage they had going. I happened to catch that new show Punk’d last night and saw that one of the people that they were playing the pranks on was Trishelle from the most recent Real World. I started SCREAMING at the television when I saw this nonsense. Don’t tell me that this lame bitch thinks that she is some sort of a STAR now. Every single one of those “Vegas” Real Worlders better fade into the background and fast. I curse their very existence.
CURSE!
Haven’t seen Paul since Saturday night and don’t plan on seeing him again until our “Date Night” tomorrow. Since I just got paid today, it is my turn to take us out to dinner. He pays for the meal every single week and now I have to fork over a few bones to kind of make up for my “I eat everything I want and for free” attitude. I am pretty sure that we are going to go out near my apartment in Midtown, but finding an affordable place to eat there is difficult. And hells if I have any chance at finding a GAY restaurant, which he considers a necessity. Honestly though Paul, grow up and learn to accept the fact that straight people are all around us. Sometimes they even have good food too. So we will, against his whining and complaining, be eating straight cuisine. I’m thinking a diner of some sort. This bitch don’t got enough money for us to eat in a restaurant that sells wine. Only soda and milkshakes.
Time for lunch! Oh God, what do I have to eat?
I heard pizza is good this time of year. Maybe I’ll go check it out and see what all the fuss is about. I mean, pizza. What a strange concept. I’ve never had it before.
Sounds yum, no?
