Not dead, but utterly distracted.

I've got new hair but no idea as to where to host a pic of it.

"Finding Mrs. Miller" - The Bay Area Premiere
Point Reyes Dance Palace Saturday November 13th @ 8pm

Join my mother and at least five other people at this exciting theatre event!

There is nothing better than bringing my mom to the gay bar I work at and having a GREAT TIME with her there.

Love my mom.
Love my work.

Please help me eat the cheesecake she made.

I refuse to get a cell phone because part of me still believes that this is a fad that will soon die out ( Read more... )

Survive the Gay Bar as a Patron:
Get Drunk.

Survive the Gay Bar as an Employee:
Laugh it off.
--i.e., when a sauced elderly patron calls you a cocksucker for trying to clear his not-so-empty glass, try to find humor in the fact that his insult is astute, though uncalled for.
Avoid the slippery slope of TMF (Too Much Faggotry)--i.e., maintain your ( Read more... )

San Francisco has made me feel comfortable, much faster than I thought I could ( Read more... )

4 days until I disembark for the City.

You know, I was never scared to go. The thought of living in a city excites me, and I LOVE OUR PLACE. So I was never really scared, but recently I got sad. Not because I'm going, but because I am leaving...Santa Barbara, that is. What an amazing place. But today an unexpected person made a good point ( Read more... )

I cried a little tonight when I saw the pictures of the apartment we got in San Francisco. Just a little.

It was a good cry. Some would say a great cry.

It's a fucking miracle. Like, so good it has to be haunted. And if so, it's going to take some seriously fucked-up The Exorcist kind of shit to get me out of this place because a little blood out ( Read more... )

I almost had to put a curse on some junior high girls today. Apparently there is some godawful scamp camp taking place somewhere near my cart because they swarm me like locusts during their 15 minutes of exercise.

Chola #1: (pointing to Coffee of the Day poster) What's that Caramel Nut Fudge thing ( Read more... )

So last night a drunk fifteen year old girl jocked me harder than I have EVER been jocked before ( Read more... )

Had a lengthy and futile chat-off with a music snob on SoulSeek today who wouldn't let me snag his files because I don't have my "files organized." I was painfully nice to him because, "He'll realize what an unreasonable prick he's being any second now and just let me have the goddamn David Bowie."

Twenty minutes of my life I'll never get back. ( Read more... )