I just did a whole butt load of practicing. And now I have some pretty, pretty calluses on my left hand. However, I just popped in a Better Than Ezra DVD and played right along to In The Blood. It took me about five takes to get through the whole song. When I had it down I stood up, extended the strap as far as it would go, and played the song ( Read more... )

So Cedar Point was quite a blast ( Read more... )

"From the battlements of the Hearst Broadcast Castle:" 98 Rock's Lopez. May he rest in peace.

I will miss you, man.

This winter I had a bit of a dry spell. For the most part, Slappy has been a dull boy (so dull that he refers to himself in the third person. Must. Stop. The. Parentheticals.) Now all of a sudden, I am juggling men like college drama student minstrel at a Renaissance fair. And I haven't even had sex with all of them. Worse yet, there are ( Read more... )

Went with Justin to BWI Airport to pick up the minivan that we will use to ferry a bunch of fairies to Cedar Point. Clearly I didn't think this through. Here's the clusterfuck: I have to be back in DC for my bowling banquet. Yes, that's right...bowling banquet. The reason for the redneck urgency is that I am getting a bit of prize money and it ( Read more... )

If you judge a man by the company he keeps then I am the hottest, warmest, coolest, wittiest, cuddliest, funniest, sexiest, all around bestest guy you ever saw...and I even look great in a Donna Karan spaghetti-strap camisole (or is it LaCriox, sweetie...LaCroix ( Read more... )

There's a reason this guy appears at the top of this piece of blather. If he comes to your town, you must see him. I just saw him at the Black Cat. He fucking rocked.

That is all.

There is a certain agency who has been a complete pain in my ass, and continues to be. To them, I say, "May you wake up with a sore ass between Tom Delay and Ann Coulter with a dildo in her hand."

Those who know me know I have a bad habit of letting my laundry slide. When this happens, I have two mitigation plans:

• Buy a new set of clothes right off the rack to get me through the function for which I am invariably late
• Collect every piece of clothing I own and drop it off at Charo's Fluff N' Fold to be fluffed, folded, and picked up later

At 5: ( Read more... )

And I am finally back from the dead. The move went well. I still have to thank all the generous souls who helped me schlep my shit over the river and through the hood. Like, soooo much has happened in the past month. I will try to catch up on the blather backlog in the next few entries. Work has been my life lately. Not good.

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