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Its true! How did it know?!

Thats about all the lovin' I'm gettin' though. No gym membership, no romantic prospects. Thank god I have good friends, otherwise I'd be lonely. Miraculously, I'm not. Not even a little.

Word.

I've got a pair of panties in my pocket for a friend. Irregular cycles are a bitch, apparently. They're cute, though, godbless great neighbors.

I'm all Sparked up. God bless premium malt beverages with taurine, ginseng, and caffine.

I've gotta go down to the Big Hunt to deliver these panties... hopefully by the time I stumble home, my new replay TV will be activated. I'm looking forward to it.

The combination of caffine and dexterity has led to a desire to go into the Warrior II pose from my new yoga class... I feel like an ancient warrior, and that is not a bad way to go into a friday night!

Word.

A [redacted] named Smalls and I had to gab at the corner of 18th and P while Lauren got fingerbanged by a hot cop from Dallas named Cameron.

Okay, so Halo isn't at 14th and Mass, its at 14th and P.

Basically, the hip new spot that just opened Friday is seeable from my window. In fact, its only three doors down from me. Weird, right? I was really expecting it to be a straight bar, but apparently its far from it: totally 'mo. Its also really, really pretty with a wall-to-ceiling curve that makes it tunnelesque. The red and blue lights they use to illuminate the wall sets really nice fuckin' tone, and the frosted glass illuminated yellow for the bar area is gorgeous. It helps that the red and yellow used are my favorite colors.

Anywho, Sacha before coming over filled me up a sippy cup of Everclear and mixed it with a melted daquri that had been sitting in her fridge for about three days. I wasn't gonna be shy, so I drank the bitch.

Yummy Yummy. Drunk Drunk.

So, ya, after not being able to find the place when we went down to 14th and Mass we met up with Sacha's friend Sam at Playbill, got a cocktail, and the bar tender told us where to go. Had a nice time, caught up with Shaina, Sacha's friend. She was with her Michael... Sacha adn Shaina each have a Michael, though they both agree I'm the better one (giggle!). Okay, so Sacha thinks I'm the better, maybe Shania doesn't for sure, but Sacha DOES frequently yell at Other Michael the following: "Oh Yeah?! I've gotta Michael, too!"

She does this unprompted and loudly, as only she can get away with.

So, I was gonna go over to Sacha's friend Greggles, but ended up runnin' in to Lauren first. We ended up smokin' cigarettes and gabbin' and then just passin' the hell out.

So, this morning I was woken up oddly.

Lauren hears the door down stairs open, and then slam. She hears these loud *thud thud thuds* coming up the stairs, very assertively. Then she hears *pound pound pound* on the door. Of course she thinks I'm about to be arrested or evicted or some such, so she quickly throws on shorts and a shirt (we're naked a lot), and answers the door.

It's my Mom, who lives two hours from here. Weird.

Well, either way she asks if I'm here, and Lauren tells her yep, and then says that I'm in bed asleep, half naked, she's sure. Mom jokingly responds "Is he alone?" and heads for the door.

Pause.
Turns around.
"He is alone, right?"

So, ya, mom just dropped the hell on by, Dad in tow. They came to carnap my Blazer. After the homeless person took up residence in it, went through all of my things that I hadn't taken out, and stole my band aids, we knew it was time to go. Or it may have been after the gas was syphoned. Whichever. Either way, they came and took my car.
I was most certainly still a little drunk when my mom got me up, but either way, it was fantastic to see 'em just drop by. She even gave me money for clothes hangers.

Brunch today saw Lauren, Jenny Lee, Pam, Carter and I at Saint-Ex. Carter is the boy who works at Urban and has somehow just worked his way into my friendship circle by simply being wherever I am. Weird, I realize, but yeah, fun guy. The bartender even randomly poured us a couple of redheaded slus on the way out. That was after the car drove by and threw an egg out the window at us (we sat on Saint-Ex's patio). Who the fuck gets EGGED?! Us, apparently.

We did a little window shopping together and really had a fab fucking time. I really, really liked the group dynamic of us five. A LOT. I want more of that.

Anywho, had to clean up quickly for work while everyone else just gabbed in my living room, and then bounced off to my first day of actual server training at Perry's. I rode my bike this time, which made the commute a heckuvalot easier. 9 hours later, I'm about to bop into Dupont to go grab a beer with Pam and Lauren.

So, gotta go, but wanted to hammer this out before I ran outta time.

I'm actually about to run out the door to Halo, which is at 14th and Mass, just down the street. I just got in from my first day at Perry's in Adam's Morgan. It has a webside somewhere, I'll find it and post a link.

I've been a busy boy all around, lots of adventures with Miss Pam (like an adventure to the Lesbian Club Phase-- where every dyke sans 10% looked like John Goodman) and just frankly lots of runnin' around.

Theres the door bell!

I went to bed at like midnight last night and didn't get up until 10:50. Thats so much more sleep than I needed... I prefer it when my body is just happy with 8 hours. More sleep is better than no sleep today, 'cause I'm goin in to set up my schedule at Perry's today with Devon, the night time manager. I had hoped that when I finally rose from bed this mornin' there would be a message from 'em tellin' me what time to come in, but alas, there was not. So now I'm just gonna call-- saves me some effort, and gets me to the gym a little sooner (no waitin' around).

I didn't go to the gym yesterday, I instead went walkin'. Pam and I went from Dupont to Chinatown and went out to eat at this really yummy spot. I'd share the name, but I haven't a clue what it is. Thank goodness for chinese friends. They order for you.

Pam: Do you eat weird stuff? Like, would you eat an ear?
Mike: I'm from the country, would you eat scapple?
Pam: Word.

So, we fooded it up and then went to Wok n' Roll (hehehe!) to get Bubble Tea, which is a yummy-yummy bevarage served on ice that has large tapioca balls at the bottom (like the size of marbles).

Pam: It's good, and besides, you love it when balls shoot in your mouth.

She didn't fib, it was good. I had a lil problem with the ear, and only the ear, 'cause when you bit it, it made the sound as when I got my cartlidge pierced. As funny as it is, if I coulda gotten past the *crunch*crunch* I woulda been fine, 'cause it tasted good. I think I just need another go at it.

We walked from china town back down to my house, which really sets up a positive theme for Pam and I: walkin'. We were both elated to discover that the other was a walker-- I love just high steppin' through town, and so does she. Last night she and I walked from Dupont to Adam's Morgan and then came back down to L'orial Plaza for margaritas and pantains. The plaintains were horrrrrrrid (what we get for stoppin' by late at night), but the margaritas were tasty treats.

Hopefully with the start of this new employment stage, I'm gonna actually have the oppertunity to do a 'lil shoppin' when I'm in Chinatown, or order an actual entree instead of an appetizer at the Plaza. I should call them now.

For a boy who doesn't have a job, I sure have been a busy guy. Jackie came into town yesterday, so Sacha, Jackie, Pam, Sam, and I went out to Air. Air's at 13th and Penn, near a bunch of federal buildings, and its a big ol' outside party. They even have these cool trippy lights they use to illuminate the federal buildings, so its a really neat time. Pam's brother's girl(friend?) Bambi works as a bartender there, so we got employee guest listed. A nice time, I gotta say, and even better that we didn't have to pay the 20 dollar cover or have to wait in the huuuuge line. Lots of dancing, lots of funs. Lots of drinking, and even some yay. I don't quite remember getting home, but Lauren ended up in my bed at some point, Jackie on the couch, and me on the day bed. How does that work?

Friday night saw more name dropping, as Pam, Kelly and I went to the bar Ozio, where we know the door guy. Ozio's totally posh, a fru-fru martini bar type vibe, but sometimes a little pretension can be fun. After Ozio we went by the Big Hunt, the antithesis of pretension, with Lauren, Lindsey (some new lesbian who's way cute), and Jenny Lee. Another adventure with a door guy we know (Lauren is underage!), and more cheap drinks. Yum! We got back to myself and smoked. A lot. Like a lot-a-lot. Burnt. Burnt. Burnt was I.

Early on Thursday I went and got myself a job over at Perry's, the resturant in Adam's Mogan. Kelly's friend Felica's roomate is the assistant GM there, so I had no problem gettin' the job. Thank goodness for Kelly. I don't have a definative schedule yet, but I should start this week.Thursday night I ended up going dancing alone at Apex. I drank before I left, so I wasn't toooo worried about meeting someone. I wasn't sure if I wanted to go to Apex or Cobalt, because i knew Dan was prolly goin' to be at Gaypex. Of course he was, as was Jess, but I just said fuck it and had a good time. I even ran into Kate, who was with her friend Sean, and we decided to hang out after the club. Bad news reached us that friends of ours were in jail-- not good. I was able to be around drugs and not do them which I'm awfully proud of, and I even stayed out 'till like 6.

Right now I'm thinkin' about goin' and gettin' myself some good food and givin' Ms. Jackie a call. I feel like I should see her again 🙂

It's a quiet 11:30, I shouldn't be home. I should be at work, at Cosi, still waiting tables, and still bitching about shit that doesn't really matter to the real world. Except, unfortunatly, I'm not. I don't work there anymore.

I'm not so upset about it that I want to be forlorne. I'm not driven mad with a burning desire to return. I simply want a job that pays well again, one where I enjoy the perks and most of the co-workers. Today found me at Dupont Italian Kitchen (DIK), Trio, and FoodBar applying. I don't know what will become of those efforts, but they all seem to be options that are valid.

I even called the DC Improv to see if they were hiring waiters. They weren't. I want to go turn in an application anyway, because I figure what can it hurt? It seems like such a nifty job. Tara just got herself working for a comedy club in New York-- she's a promoter, one of those girls that offer you deals on tickets and food for one great price. If you've ever spent any time in NYC you know exactly what I'm referencing.

I'm still lying to the folks about working so that they don't worry needlessly. They know I'm "job hunting", but they don't know that I actually am unemployeed. I fibbed and said I took the day off yesterday so that Chris (my brother), Cathy (his wife), Christopher and Christina (their kids) could come tour DC. We went to the Natural History Mueseum, Air and Space Museum, the White House, the Botanical Gardens, the Capital, and the Zoo. They were thrilled to see it all-- as was I.

I enjoy that Cathy smokes pot-- I really do. We got to smoke together before heading off to the Zoo, and it made the experience even more fun. I'm tickled. I'm actually gonna go back down to my folks' tomorrow for Lunch, seein' as how Cathy promised me a real italian meal. I'm stoked.

In regards to food, Jenny Lee cooked me a yummy, yummy dinner this evening. It was just Veggie Burger sandwhiches, but with our trip to Whole Foods, we had lovely fixens, and I was thrilled. We even ran into Alex (funny, since they live together :P), and we all chatted. I like him so much. I wish that I had a way to actually ask him out on a date sometime. I'm not sure how to seguey it, since he and I are allotted little alone time. I don't even know that he's in to me. I like to think he is, but really, who knows? Either way, he's a wonderful, wonderful guy. His roomate is no less stellar.

She's kind of a godess, ya know? She's so ridiculously genuine that you almost want to tell her every minute of every moment how precious she is. She rocks my world. She cooks me dinner. She teaches me about belgian beer. What more can you ask for in a friend? Speakin' of Belgian Beer, I'm just now getting in from Saint-Ex, a bar on 14th Street. They had a reall chill, relaxed crowd, kind of mixed between the straights and the homos, and the DJ was spinning some decent midtempo grooves. A lovely time.

At anyrate, tomorrow morning I've got my interview at Perry's and then a drive to my folks ahead of me. Not neccesarily busy, but time cramped. I'm goin' to bed.

Great program on TV.

"Good Girls Don't..." is on Oxygen, and it's. Awful. Awful Good. Awfully good. Watch it. It's real life. It's so funny, and so bad.

More fourth of July fun, little worth repeating. I miss Krista and Crystal. Bitches.

Sun-drained and deeply tanned is how I'm spending this third of july. Krista and Crystal came down the day before yesterday to visit, and we went over to Playbill for drinks and for karokee. When we arrived, there was this amazing singer doing her rendition of "The Greatest Love" by Whitney. She rocked the fucking house. The next few singers were no less stunning.

Who knew that they were from two musicals over at the Kennedy Center? "Beehive" and "Sheer Madness" have been playing for a little while each over there, and I guess the principals made their way to my little dive bar for fun and laughs.

Poor Crystal, the one member of the family who can really sing didn't even get a chance to show her chops, since the Karokee machine broke half way into the evening. The other half of the evening was filled with acapella-ness.

We left, somewhat appropriatly, on "Empty Chairs" from Les Mis.

We had finished off my big ass bottle of Vodka before going across the street, so when we got back and danced in my apartment for an hour, it allowed us some sobering-up time. It also allowed for some hardcore emotional bonding... over the words and music of Dar Williams. We hugged, cried, and remembered why we were so glad to have each other.

LOVE them.

After the hour or two back at the apartment, we hopped our way over to Apex and did some dancing. A cute boy in a hat danced with Crystal, and Krista and I just rocked our shit. It was one of those nights where I wasn't feeling dance shy at all, so I grabbed the girls by the hand and led them to the up-stage area, and the crowd cleared for us. Its a satisfying feeling to watch people watch you, and know that they are making desirous looks. It feels good, its fucking empowering, and it makes me want to shake my dance shyness altogether. If Krista and Crystal are the antidotes for it, maybe they should just be around more often... just a thought. 😉

Anyway, we came down to the country the next morning, ending up at my folks bright and early; we left at 8:45, and made it here by like 11ish, including the stop at McDonald's.

We drank lovely frozen drinks and swam in the pool all day long. I'm a red-tastic light-burned thats going to fade into a gorgeous tanned, which is more than I can say for Ms. Crystal, who missed spots all over herself with the suntan lotion, and thusly looks like a bizarre picasso. No big thing. Its just funny shit.

We had been up for so long, drunken no less, that as soon as 10:30 rolled around, we were crawling into the tent to pass out.

Oh, ya, with so many heads in the house, we just pitched a tent in the back yard and pretending to be pioneers. It somewhat matches another portion of the day's activities... we decided to put go trapsing through the swamps around here like we did when we were little.

Muddy and yucky. Totally my childhood.

Right, so yeah, at 10:30 we were crawling into the tent, and being the person I am, I went ahead and checked my phone for messages. I had a text message from Bville Boy. Bville is an old coworker of mine, and someone I once considered a really good friend. When I cleaned up my addictions, I ended up losing my friendship with him.

He and his then-boyfriend were Lauren's roommates in the Holmead House, and they really sorta scewed over the member's of that home. Lauren, of course, is living with me now, but the reason she moved into the apartment with Jess in the first place had a lot to do with having to move out of the Holmead House-- when half of your roomates, Bville and BVEx, aren't paying, you sorta have to get the hell out.

So, Bville Boy revealed to me that he was at court for his eviction proceedings, and during the trial or whatever, he had a heart attack. A real, honest to god heart attack. He's fine, from what I can tell, but having his heart stops eems to be what he needed to kick start his quitting. BVEx has decided not to kick the habit, nor has his BVille's best friend... and to my shock, the ex and the best friend (who is a lesbian) are living with someone new... Justin...

I've mentioned Justin here previously. I hold massive distrust for anything/anyone associated with that boy, and damn it, I'm honestly thrown through a loop. How do you trust someone who is tied to the person you most intimatly tie in your head to your abuse?

Bville Boy was crying on the phone with me, and he told me he missed me. I'm the only person he knows who's actually cleaned themselves up, and he wasn't sure if he should contact me or not. Kate told him to. She said I'd be a good person to talk to about this... Kate. More old ties.

He informed me he's living with his parents, and I told him to stay there. I told him that's the best place to be (his parents are apparently helping him a ton, being supportive, etc). I promised we could get coffee, and that we could talk about anything he wanted to. He was grateful. He asked me how I did it, how I quit-- he said it was so hard. How did I quit? Because I had to! Because my life was called into question, and I chose togo on living... and to him I swore, swore on my life, that it was worth it.

I want to call Kate and fact check. We'd spoken fairly recently, had a real chat, and I think she's on the path to "un-broken." Even when we were both broken toys, we still had an underlying bond. I feel like I can talk to her about whats going on without there being any pretense of sketch.

Justin also makes me so paranoid, so fucking sketchy, that when Bville told me that his ex and his old favorite lesbianwere living with Justin, I immediatly thought that this was a trick, or that Justin was trying to somehow "get" me.

A well placed call to Tara calmed my fears and squelched the paranoia, thank goodness. She provided me a superb Crazy Check, bringing me back to reality. She pointed out what I needed to have repeated, and reiterated the arms-length embrace philosophy that I was already thinking about.

I want to know so much more about whats going on in this situation. I'm curious how Bville, BVEx and Justin could have crossed paths to the point that they'd be living together. I want to know how much Kate is involved with Justin. Argh. Nothing I can do from here. I know I need to not think about it... just calm the fuck down and just tan more. A good tan solves so much. And besides, if I'm gonna see Bville I wanna have a tan, just 'cause I'm vain.

Speaking of vain, I did have steak and crabs today for dinner... I'm going to get soooo fat visiting my parents. Just thinking about these associations from my past make me feel obese. Isn't that awful? I wish Krista and Crystal didn't have to work on the Fourth and could just be here tomorrow, too. They left tonight to go back up to their respective states, and somehow I don't mind bein' a True Fatty when they're here...

There are few things I'm sure about, but one of them is certainly that nothing makes a boy feel better about leavin' his job than getting his dick sucked. Oh, hell, thats a blatant lie. I'm pretty sure I'm far to confident about far to many things, but yeah, the dick sucking == better moods equation is definatly one of them.

Either way, I finally gave my apartment a decent begining christening yesterday afternoon. I hope that ending up on the rug was Bike Messanger Boy's subtle sense of humor-- I have shag. Not a bad trick, he's no Alex, but he is exceptionally good looking. I guess Jenny Lee put me in the mood for a mohawk, what with her recent facination with them.

If Lauren hadn't come home while I was putting on my shirt and BMB was walking down the stairs with his bike (what a shifty mid-shifter!) I'd prolly feel even better about it. As it stands, its the sexual equivalent to Yum's at 4am-- it does the trick, but you don't feel great about it in the morning.

Whatever... a mid-city mid-shift dick suck is barely shady; afterall, I was on his route!

No more Cosi for me. There were many straws on this camel's back, but a shitty tipper with a good personality did me in. I called her out on it, told my boss about it. The district manager informed me that while individuality was once celebrated at Cosi, we're now a publicly traded corporation, and it's now frowned upon.

Yellow belts and shitty tippers. No more Cosi for me.

I've put my feelers back out into the Universe to bring me happiness. There are jobs out there waiting, and lots of options to persue. I've started the process. I have a part time job already lined up at Varsity Books... I'd be working with Sacha, and it's totally a make-your-own-hours type deal, which is cooler than cool.

Ice cold.

So, with that in mind, it leaves me open to find a resturant where my personality can be celebrated. It looks like Perry's in Adam's Morgan is a very viable option. Kelly's good friend Felicia (who asked me to model last valentine's day in her fashion show at Junction, if you'll recall) has a roommate who is the assitant GM. Looks like that establishment is a lock for employment. The average entree option is like $15-20, so I should make out okay there. And the hours are clearly much better. There's something to be said for gettin' outta work at 11 instead of 1.

I'm not really too upset about it. I'll miss my place of employment, but I had to do what I had to do. The GM has promised me a sparkling reference, so its not like he's holding a grudge against me. Most of my friends have left Cosi, sans Lauren and Jenny Lee (who's part time), so I figure its on to greener pastures. I've been talking about leaving for a while... just unhappy with mismanagment and the overall corporate sentiment-- Kelly said it best: "You put the energy out there, now's the time for you to go."

She's right. You can't be a coffee-sandwhich relationship broker for ever. Going at least a little higher end can't hurt. And, getting into the Adam's Morgan bartender scene is a good local scene to get into. I've made segueys into it with the help of Kelly and her friends, nows my own shot. I didn't have any street cred with them working corporate, and now I will. Its funny, but its true.

So, here comes the next big adventure. Financially, I'm still okay, emotionally I'm still okay. Stability is a mindset, and it's not something I'm gonna let get fucked up 🙂

I totally scratched my eye. 3 tears. Apparently its gonna scab over and be fine in about a week-- crazy, right?

So, I've been wearing my glasses, and been shoppin' around for a new pair. I wanted to get some today, but i was just too friggin' busy. I took Lauren and Gidja to puppy-class today, and we learned how to walk properly on the leash together.

Hrm. That sounded a little more kinky than I intended... but I did try on collars at Petsmart, so I can't say that it wasn't a little deserved.

Anyway, a puppy-class graduate stayed over last night... Ms. Anabelle Lee and her momma, Ms. Caroline. Loooooved having them over. She drove up and we just went out a drankin' and had a fabulous time. Shot some pool, had some drinks, met her friend Nathan and his friend Claudine. Fantastic folks.

Can't say enough good things.

Nathan's a cutie, but he's no Alex. Ahh, Alex. I don't think my crush is ever gonna call me back. Not much I can do about it. Such a shame... I really still like him.

I woke up this morning with red eyes. They're so irritated and pained that I think I scratcehd them last night. Well, not think, know. I know for sure I musta scratched 'em.

Last night I met up with Pam over at Cosi, and we hung out, chatted, had a drink and some food, then headed back to my place. We drank a bit here, danced for a while together, and then went across the street to the Playbill Cafe.

More drinks there, got food over at Yums, went back to Playbill, then went back to my place and smoked.

Then we decided to head down to some club in dupont. I, for the life of me, don't really know where we went. We danced out asses off, and I split my great pants right up the ass. Stupid bubble butt.

So, my eyes were killin' me last night, but i was tooooo drunk to really care, so Pam and I danced with Anthony and just enjoyed ourselves for a few more hours. At this point, I caught a cab home. I was too afraid of gettin' naughty things done to me with a pair of tight pants split convienently up the ass. So, cabbed it home and woke up this morning with ferocious eye pain. Totally an ocular infection due to a scratch I must have given myself with my contacts.

Now I gotta wait 'till tomorrow to go to the free doc at mason. Damn it damn it. Oh, and this is ostly bein' typed with my eyes closed, cause it hurts too bad to keep 'em open.

I'm getting some random kid from online to come help me put the air conditioner I just got off craigslist in my window. It was free, so even if it won't fit, I can't complain, all it cost me was a little gas.

It weighs like a bajillion pounds, so as I was moving it from my car to here, I had one of the guys who hang out around my apartment help me lift and carry it up. Its so funny, to know the majority of the street people by name (or title). When I went back down to teh car to turn off the hazzards, I ran into my upstairs next-door neighbor. Her name is Caitlin, she's 21, and just moved outta foggy bottom. Good for her! The more people out of GWULand, the better. Unless its Mara for law school. But, then, I expect she can get into Georgetown.

So, that said, now some random boy is coming over to help me lift this damn air conditioner into a window, so that the house is nice and cool before Puuuuuja gets here. She may bring Donovoan, too, which is exciting. I love that boy! (Donovan is Cherese's boyfriend, Cherese is Puja's old roommate who became ashley's roomate)

I used to have to use Kate to keep track of all of my acquantances, because I totally couldn't do it. I simply knew too many people. I don't think of how many people I know in my casual day-to-day life until I'm reminded. Jenny Lee was asking me how I ended up at some party or something, and I told her facetiously "I know a lot of people."

Her response? "Yah, thats what I keep hearing."

Apparently thats one of the ways people describe me. Nifty. A shame I'm not more popular 😉

I'm not in New York or Tampa. Sacha totally backed out on me, and I didn't wanna go alone. Instead, Puja's gonna come over tonight and we're gonna have a fun little evening.

Alex hasn't called. I guess that I need to find a new crush. It's not even been 24 hours, though... should I expect him to be playin' a waitin' game? I guess I shouldn't be expectin' anything.

Harumph.

Big wheels keep on turnin'...

Sacha and I have decided to head to New York, since Mr. Drive My Car has decided to drive his own car. I reckon he's now Mr. Drives His Car.

Anyway, we're gonna hop the chinatown bus at around 3am so that we can be in New York at about 7. That means cocktails until then. I'm still gross and yucky from the gym, so I really need to go clean up so that I can pack.

I got stuck in the rain today riding back from H&M, so my shorts are a little wet still. I need to pack them, but I need them to stop bein' drippy first. I was able to fit nicely into a pair of 32s that they had, so before we leave, I'm gonna try on my favorite jeans from last summer to see if I can squeeze into them. I sure hope so.

I spoke with Jenny Lee today before heading out to run my errands. She asked if I had spoken with Alex yet, and I told her no, I didn't have his number. My own fault. She called him up and left a message with my number and told him to give me a call. I'm such a 14 year old girl when I think about him calling. Thank god for cell phones, because at least I can take my obsession with me.

Lauren suggested Jenny Lee give him my number instead of Jenny just giving me his, but now she's claiming no responsibility if he doesn't call. I told her I will blame her entirely if he doesn't. I'm not kidding (okay, maybe a little). I'd like to believe he'll call, but you never know. I could have just been a half-trick.

If I had to be a trick, I'd rather be a hat-trick, though 😉

I love the country. The Stranger's Queer issue is out right now, and I can't help but feel it targeted me specifically

Check out the "Virginia is for Haters" article and the Reverse Migrartion" one as well.

And while I'm thinkin' about it, if anyone knows a rookie or recent arrival for my time, send them over to this little advice section.

I woke up this morning unhappily. I don't know for sure why I was such a grounchy head this morning, but I was.

I stumbled to my phone and saw that I had no missed calls, and also saw that my battery was nearly dead. I tried to call sacha to find out what our plans for the trip today are, but alas, she did not answer, so I'm still not sure whether I'm goin' to Tampa or Rehomo or what.

I then stumbled in to the living room to discover that Lauren's dog gidga has eaten my cell phone charger. He ate my ethernet cable. He ate my seein' glasses.

He's a terror. Gidga bin Laden.

I was too groggy to do laundry, so I still pretty much have to do that befoer I go on my trip, so I think thats what step two now is. Laundry.

Adios.

Oh, and I still like Alex. I've been singing "Like A Prayer" for two days, thinking about the way he looked dancing to it at Cobalt the first night we went out.

/Life is a mystery everyone must stand alone./

Enough of this insipid farce,
Its times like these that we should parse
the information we've been given.
Dealers, liars, filthy whores
entranced by those who've sold their Moores.
I stand alone, accountable, striken.

Its with death I've daily fought,
ambiguous, like a muscle taut.
Sexy in the dim flame's light,
room aglow with fire all its own,
illumiated appendages all thats shown
by the few seconds of a candles fight.

Nothing went according to plan yesterday. Instead of Sacha and I getting together for happy hour, we decided to go be healthy seperatly-- she playing tennis, me going to the gym. Ultimatly, the plan was to meet up afterwards. After getting out of the gym, I decided to swing by Cosi to go see everyone. In the midst of a stolen diet snapple and a cigarette, Jenny and her roomate arrive with bags in tow from Urban in Georgetown.

The roomate she went shopping with was, as fate would have it, the roomate I have a crush on.

Suuuuch a crush. Especially after what happened next.

Sacha still hadn't called me back from her tennis match, so I decided to walk Jenny and Alex home. As we approach Dupont Circle, Jenny notices a drumcircle, so we decide to go take a closer look.

The people in the circle are reciting poetry, singing, and banging drums... facinated, we discover that this here circle is the DC Guerrilla Poetry Insurgency-- poetry to protect the peace. Jenny, Alex, and I stop to have a listen, and at some point this disgusting personification of all that is backwater decides to get on the open mike. "Stop crying and grow some balls" may have been the statement that unlocked Alex's inner guerrilla, because after the oaf got off the mic, Alex went up and started flowing.

A stunningly fierce black girl took the second mic and started singing behind Alex's words.

And then a helicopter flew over, and between the sounds of the blades chopping, alex's perfectly synchopated verbage, the harmoninzing, and the drums keeping beat through it all, I swooned.

I walked them the rest of the way home, smoked, and stayed for dinner. Jenny cooked us pasta, Alex was excited to ride my bike, and I just enjoyed the company.

Eventually Jenny went to bed. Alex was sprawled out on his couch, and I was sprawled out on mine. Eventually we were holding hands. What followed leaves me to play the 'context' game in my head for a while...

This morning I told him I still thought he was great. He returned to sentiment.

But there was no kiss. How does this work?

I have the urge to fuck shit up.

To be a catalyst.

I want there to be tension to cut.

I want to be a knife.

Vicious, sharp, and cold.




I wanna wreck someone's home.

Lauren and I spent the day apartment hunting. She's considerably less happy about the hunt than I was, but I'll be darned if we didn't find a few sweet fucking spots. Now its only a matter of leasing.

Mom watched TLC this weekend and discovered a great idea for my bar room. I took my single bed and transformed it into a daybed/couch with the stolen Ben n' Jerry's disco tables turned into cocktail tables on the edge. The bar room now only needs a bar, and I suspect its finished.

Throw some paint on the walls and it'll be time for a grand opening.

The boy who thinks I'm jewish called me after having my number for nearly a month. He lost it, refound it, and was glad I remember him. He asked me to call him so that we could go out sometime. Yikes!

And, a boy who looks a bit like Seth from the O.C. bought me a flower at work last night... perhaps it's time for me to a have a proper summer of debauchery...

So, uh, like last summer-- sans the crackedoutness.

Sacha's in Cleveland right now, playin' with her folks, but when she gets back, we're gonna have to discuss when we're leaving for Tampa. There was an ad in the newspaper to "drive my car" to tampa, and so Sacha and I of course answered it. Now this has led to me taking the days neccesary off from work, and us packin' up and headin' down to the sunny state.

Sacha and I both need the tan time, so it'll be time well spent.
Go Florida!

So, this boy that I had met at work a few weeks ago called me today. Long story short, he mistook me for a jew, but got my number anyway. Anywho, he called me last night, outta the blue. I figure I'll call him this afternoon, maybe set up a date for Monday. 🙂 Yay!

I've also managed to get a crush on my co-worker's roomate. He works at Result's (the gym), and he sings, dances, acts, and is in general funny. He makes me swoon, but thats almost intimidating. Though I think he finds me cute, I don't know how to ask him out on a date. I didn't get his number the last time the three of us went out. I'm gonna make a point of gettin' it before tampa, I guess.

Its not bad to set goals.

So, so busy.

Lets see, what happened in the past month?

I got the apartment I wanted so badly. I live at 14th and P... I'm officially Mid-City Mike. So much has happened in the past month, its fairly daunting to decide what it is I should share.


We'll list them.

School gets hectic, so does work, so does moving. My gym-goin' slacks off.

School ends. It will be my last semester at George Mason, as I plan to transfer to the University of the District of Columbia. UDC.

The conversion van I used to move my stuff from Colonial Beach to here had a bad transmission requiring (and resulting in) some slow moving.

Pauline returns to California.

Robyn got married.

Tara moves to New York.

Dan and I put things to an end. We are too different.

I got a bike, which leads to funny drunken bike rides.

Got a boot on the ol' blazer, to the tune of $700.

Mark got a purple-flavor.

My bag (containing my wallet, keys, work clothes, Lauren's ipod, and probably someone's soul) got stolen.

Jarret and I scaled my fire escape, and in the midst of a fairly hot moment later on in that evening, the police decided to scale my fire escape, too. There's something creepy about the police looking into your room.

The neighbors, one a city planner, both under twenty nine, bought me a bottle of wine in apology for callin' the police on me.

Sacha's friend recognizes me at work. Calls her on the phone. We talk, and return to one another's life.

Phoenix and I actively speak more, returning in a friendly capacity to one another's life. He has a fantastic boy in, of all places, harrisburg.

Krista came down, went home when I didn't answer my phone (the night my bag was stolen), realized her err and came back down.

Paid to have new keys cut by a locksmith for my car. $200.

Krista and I have a fan-fucking-tastic couple of days runnin' the city for all its worth. We never make it to Haine's Point.

Jackie, Sacha and I reunite for two-day party. As it should be.

My wallet arrive in my parent's mail. The $120 that was in it is not there any longer, but my ID is. I no longer have to relive my pre-21 adventures. Also attached are my keys, negating the $200 spent on keys.

Lauren and Jess come to an end. Lauren comes to stay with me.

My CD player is stolen out of my car.

The people who sent me my wallet (the Washington Metro Area Lost and Found) do not have lauren's ipod, my bag, or anything that would have been with my wallet.

My savings have been thorougly drained.

Sacha finds in the newspaper an ad to drive some man's car to Tampa on the 25th of June. Will pay return air fare home. Blocks begin to be put into place for a spur of the moment to trip to Tampa.

My apartment is still fabulous.

I developed a fake crush on Jenny Lee's roomate, Alex (he's cute!).

Jenny Lee, Alex, and I go dancing. I develop a not-so-fake crush on Alex. He can discuss Oprah's effects on middle america. Applicable pop culture? Swoon.

Saw "De-Lovely" with Sacha. I'm imagining a vauge obsession with Cole Porter rising from this viewing for both Sacha and I.

I'm going back to the gym today.

It gets darker in Colonial Beach than it does in Washington. I get taken aback by its quiet intrusion on my car. My dashboard panel is brighter, the potential deer not clearly illuminated by a lamp post every 30 feet. Its easier to feel alone in the dark. Its easier to be afraid to cry out someone's name, because you know they can't hear you.

Maybe that makes it harder.

I wish Emily weren't dead.


(and I still have like 20 pounds to lose... why do I want such a small body?)

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So, now that that's out of the way, lets talk for a moment about exams... they're over. 'Nuff said.

What, did you say something about apartments! I need one. I think I found one. 14th and P. Above the Mid City Market. 15 foot ceilings. The windows are taller than I am.

Oh, and I got mentioned in the GOP USA newsletter and the Huntington News. Go read and then look here. The pink shirt was actually one for Planned Parenthood, and the sign I attached to the boy's staff said "77% of those legislating your reproductive rights are men. 100% of them can't get pregnant. Then I put a sign in the mom and the dad's hand. I only held the boy scout's hand for like a minute. Lovely yellow journalism.

Booyakasha.

And a God Descended
Dar Williams

Step through this trampled wall
The unhinged door betrays it all
That far within our faith we were all waiting
The broken glass reflects the haze
It shines like endless holy days
Struggling to remember what they're celebrating

Well, a God descended
And the reason ended
His life was lifted just above the law
And now we have to live with what we did
With what we saw

Well, you mend your clothes and patch your roof
And slivers of God's shattered truth
Grow tender as the grass in clean-swept yards
But a savior came and told us how
The truth was all around us now
Abandon house and field and gather up the shards

Well, a God descended
And the reason ended
His life was lifted just above the law
And now we have to live with what we did
With what we saw

Well, you build your faith with strength and duty
Build your love but there's a beauty
Well you know the scriptures tell
There are a few shards left in hell
And if we want a god we had to follow, follow him down

Pictures torn out of their frames
And orgies where we lost our names
All were gone with time's real desire
Well, you ask how God can curse you thus
That's not a question asked by us
We burned our beds and books
We fear we've lost the fire

The God descended
And the reason ended
His life was lifted just above the law
And now we have to live with what we did
With what we saw...

Today has been a day of reflection unlike any I've had in recent memory. We celebrated Easter with the typical trappings of baskets and fake green grass that has been the tradition for every year I've been alive.

A lot of time has passed since 1996. Krista, Aric, Aunt Karin, Uncle Mark, Mom, Dad and I were reminded of it as we watched old movies of bygone holidays. We've grown up so much, we're so different, we're a million other cliches, but we're also very human; and thus, we're susceptible to a million more.

I taped over a part of Easter '97, which took place in Ohio, at some point. I'm an asshole. How was one episode of a stupid soap opera more important than my family's history? I guess I wanted to replace those years so badly that I not only removed the entries from my mind, I was cavalier about erasing them on tape, too. I didn't even think about who's feelings and memories it could hurt.

Such an asshole.

No grudges were held for my indiscretion with a tape. So little fear of retribution from my kin, in fact, that Krista was trusted with putting a hole in my body. A second cartilage piercing to match hers. Krista did it with a needle and an orange... my first new piercing since Trev, Matt, and I went and got my nipple pierced in July or August of 2001.

The hole in my nipple is still open, but no ring resides in it. I lost the metallic memory marker in a boy named Sebastian's apartment this summer. I met him in a dimly lit hotel party where a drag queen named Simone held court, and the party goers reveled, tweaked, and made complete asses of themselves, myself included. I swirled, passed out, and was taken care of by Sebastian at that gathering, one of the few times I needed Mike-sitting at a party. He kept the drag queen away from me, I reckon claiming me as his own in some sort of sick drug addict ritualistic way. I hadn't slept in 5 days.

We had hit it off earlier, I was taken by the glint his eyes displayed, though they were nearly covered by an angora kangol hat. He was the type of boy you weren't sure whether to hire to paint your fence or invite inside to paint the town, the kind who might use his knife for your defense or for worse. It didn't hardly much matter which you desired more, there was no short end to his stick. There's little question to those that know me why I was drawn in; He was a cup game, quick figure eights and tempestuous transition, daring your eyes to blink.

No, I should have known. I liked that he wrapped my mind up in wit, tied it up, and held it dear. I liked how the shadows ended before his lips began, leaving me with the anticipation of each well formed word. I wanted to listen, I wanted to taste.

He wanted me, too. My time in Sebastian's company in any capacity was around two months, and he led me to the social pools in which I nearly drowned. He himself proved to a horrible floatation device, one who preferred to sit at the bottom rather than rise to the top. He was a drug addict, with a far more ferocious addiction than my own.

He was also missing pieces of his soul that I could never repair; parents, best friends, a traitorous nature, and tina.

He left my life easily enough, an amputation necessary and grotesque for all the ways a mind can quiver and become weak for a drug that was flesh and blood.

I saw him online today. His bio said "4 Rnt."

There were rumors that got back to me almost as soon as I started speaking about him to others. All signs pointed to the fact that Sebastian had escorted previously. I checked my facts. They all pointed to prostitution, but I wanted to believe him when he told me they were untrue.

I can't make light of my own allowed delusions... I did, actually, believe him. I let myself be lied to. I let him meet my mother. I let him sleep in my bed, and told him he had a place to go if he needed to clean up. I wanted to believe I could help wash away the filth of addiction as easily as one wipes oil from the bridge of their nose. I wanted to believe that I wasn't feeling deep emotions for a liar and a whore.

I couldn't care less if he sold his body for money. I wish he hadn't sold his integrity. I wish he hadn't sold me out. I wish he hadn't lied to me.

I wish that holes in my body weren't reminders of holes in my soul. Holes in my own integrity. Holes in my own honesty.

I might have a thousand wishes, but I'll be damned if I'll rub a thousand lamps. Let him do that.

I can't tape over last year any more than I can erase myself. Let the sty in my third eye see skewed versions of myself, they can't be any worse than lies I believed or the lies I told myself and then repeated to others. Fuck Sebastian. I hope everytime he blows someone, he remembers blowing out the candles in my room before climbing to bed, remembers what my face looked like as I went down on Justin, and I hope he feels in his sleep, when he does sleep, what my lips felt like on his.

I hope he waits in anticipation for the taste of me. Let my only vengeance be my very lack of it.

Hit play.

(photo lost to time) A Picture of Dan and Me

Interesting week. Had my meeting with the dean. That didn't go as well as I would have liked-- apparently Sara Strom had something different to say than the rest of us. And there was an error on the police report saying that Dan and I admitted to drinking and smoking marijuana.

We admitted to neither. I'm nervous, but there is no way to prove that I did anything wrong. So, if something bad happens, I appeal.

I don't know what to do. Sugar in Sara's gas tank seems like a valid response. Keying and vinegar? I don't know. Either way, something should happen, but I care more for my Karma than for retribution. The police report feels like the toughest one to find a response to. Do I get a lawyer involved? Do I have to ask Papa Snead for assistance? At what point do I discuss this with the folks? Lawdy.

My cousins are here, and we're looking for something fun to do. Colonial Beach never seems to lend itself to fun, so I think we might just go get ice cream and a movie. In the mean time how about a survey?

Grab the book nearest you, turn to page 23, find line 5. Write down what it says, along with this sentence, and post it in your journal.

"They charge more, and you lose more," I say aloud without thinking, and there's a laugh around the room. God, how embarassing. And now Like brandon's lifting his head, too. Quckly I look down and pretend to be writing notes.

1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 98, find line 6. Write down what it says.
"Yeah, great!" she says, and takes a huge bite of nan.

2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
A curtain.

3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Mad TV

4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what the time is:
8ish

5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?
7:58pm

6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
The TV, and my cousins Krista and Aric laughing.

7: When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Mom, Krista, Aric, Aunt Karin and I were playing scrabble on the deck a couple of hours ago.

8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?
The TV.

9: What are you wearing?
Jeans, shoes, a hoodie.

10: Did you dream last night?
Not as far as I know.

11: Is your boss a power-hungry nut case or...?
One's a sketchy morrocan. One's a white-break dick. The others are great.

12: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
Robyn Renee Hall

13: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
Joel Kelly Hall

14: Would you ever consider living abroad?
I dunno. I'd miss my fam.

I've been blessed today by one of the "little things."

You know, when for no good reason fortune smiles upon you.

Today, my professor was sick. I had a paper to turn into her today, and it wasn't exactly where I wanted it to be. I could have taken the time to get it there today, but you see, I also had a quiz today in my other class. Now I get to focus 100% on this quiz, and I can redetail my paper tomorrow before work.

Speaking of work, I start fo-rizzle at Cosi tomorrow. I'm vurry 'cited. Markie and I are gonna go runnin' tomorrow before I have to be in, like at around 1:00ish or so. We're gonna run down to the tidal basin and then back. We've got like 2 hours to do it in, so we'll be fine. I think this is gonna be a regular thing for he and I... like every tues-thurs-friday type dealies.... It'll get us in shape for our next Rohobeth adventure.

Not a bad trip to New York, I gotta say.

Dan and I finished up our classes last Monday and hopped onto the bus and made our way up north to DC to meet up with Lauren and Jess. The original plan was to just crash there for the night and get up way early to catch the $30 round-trip chinatown bus, but as it turned out, there was a bus that left at like 3:30 in the morning. What'd we do? We caught that one.

Why not, you know? As the bus approached the other chinatown, the sounds of mandolins and gongs could be heard playing through the busses sound system. We were the only white folk on the bus, so lest I make some sort of offhandedly offensive comment, let me just say my asian brethen on the bus didn't seem like the blithely happy beats, nor did it seem to make them any happier than they made me.

We got off the bus and meandered through china town, making our way down to Chelsea. Do you have any fuckin' clue how hard it is to find a coffeehouse in china town? Once we all had caffeine coursing through our veins, we treked through the lands of lore: The Village.

At 9:30 in the morning we were in a 24/hour pleasure store purchasing a Fuckuko that the old lady on oxygen recommended. Well, clearly Dan and I didn't purchase it, Lauren and Jess did. They also had Pussy Whip in the flavors of Blackberry Brandy and Strawberry Wine. Both were in fact flammable. Seein' as how I don't have a pussy, I didn't bother purchasing any. I don't think I want to put anything that has the potential to catch on fire near my junx, thanks.

After we rode the subway for a bit, we ran into Jess's only family member in the city: her cousin. She's like 45 or so, and really cool. How random is it that we just ran into her on the metro? I was pretty impressed. Also on that ride there was this black couple, who were singing really, really well. Lauren swapped them a dollar for a photo, and they invited us to a free show at the Cafe Vivaldi.

So, after the stint on the sub, we arrived in Times Square, where Jackie's folks were staying. They were staying in the Iroquois, in a 3 room suite that was habitated by James Dean from 1950-1953. How deliriously swank. And cool. James Dean was probably fucking his tricks in the room I slept in... that’s so fuckin' bitchin'. Mmmm...

We actually ended up going to the show at the Cafe and hearing Chocolate Thai and Jubilee sing. They cafe had plenty of seating, as it was an 'unannounced' show, but there were still a number of heads present. Throughout the show, CT and Jubilee kept referring to us as their "DC Friends." It was really sweet. After the show, we walked around the borough we were in smoking a joint and gabbing. As it turns out, they are going to be on Sesame Street! I need to make sure I'm paying attention so that I can tape it. I would love to see someone I smoked with chillin' with Grover.

I kinda absent mindedly just left out Dan's friend at NYU, Adrian. I'm annoyed with her, and was annoyed with him about her. Long stories short: She was supposed to be out of her class and call at 2:00. We put ourselves in Union Square to meet her. She never called. Dan called, and she didn't answer. Dan apparently didn't make super solid plans, but never made that clear. Then Jackie wanted us to pick her up a handle of Jim Bean. No big deal-- we asked Adrian when the store stopped sellin' liquor, and she told us midnight. The show finished at 10:30, and we asked where we should go to get some, and then she said that they were already closed. I don't know if she's just super-self-absorbed or what, but I'd rather not believe she purposefully lied to my friends and I. She also didn't really say a helluva lot to my friends which pissed me off. I realized Dan hadn't seen her in ages, but I'd never treat his friends the way she treated mine, or at least not without apologizing to Dan for it later. No such apology came. It wasn't even the apology from him that I wanted, it was an awareness that maybe he is some how accountable for his friends actions.

Accountability is a big issue for Dan. Whenever something happens, its the worlds fault, or someone elses. He also is aimless and has no direct ambition. He's totally inactive in any decision making process regarding his own life. It grates on me so badly because I know what it feels like to be there, in that space. I was in that space not so very long ago, and being around it now feels almost like a step backwards. I've talked about it with him, and I'm optimistic, but darn it, shape up.

I talked to Mara about it, and she gave good advice-- stick it out. Be a responsible, mature person, and watch it wear off. I guess she's right. My annoyance with it and my readiness to drop him immediately for it is nothing more than my own self defense mechanism showing up... but it is a valid issue, and one worth paying attention to.

Anyway, back to New York, since I've gotten that tangent out of my system. Adrian neglected to tell us that getting into NYUs buildings required a Driver's License and a Driver's License only; Lauren only had her passport, and thusly couldn't be admitted into the dorms. Jess and Lauren were rightly pissed at this point. Afterall, Jackie, one of the sweetest (don't tell her I said that) girls in the world had let us stay at her folks suite in NYC, and all she requested was some liquor. She requested it of Jess, and because of Dan's friend's flightiness, we couldn't get it.

Jackie was on her way down from midtown on the subway when we discovered our inability to enter the dorms, so we waited outside for her. I told Dan to stay behind and play with his friend. When Jackie found us in Union Square, we bought beer and hopped back on the metro.

At the hotel, Lauren and Jess quickly fell asleep. Jackie and I drank a beer or two and then diddybopped into Time Square. We walked around in the neoday that only Vegas and Time Square can seem to replicate. We wandered, talked, bonded, and fell into the almost sensuous serenity of being nearly native. The city envelopes, controls, and somehow still stays in the background... We felt like we belonged. We shared months worth of emotion and unlocked the emotional toolchest and got to work on one another, listening, wandering, talking, and bonding some more. I love Jackie. We finished off a few more back at the hotel, never getting drunk, and just talked until the sun was nearly ready to come up. The next morning we got a hold in Jackie's Chin, bought a bowl, had cream of asparagus soup, tried on sunglasses, and caught a china town bus home.

When we got back in the car, I was expecting Dan to mention his friend's behavior. It never came. I grew annoyed with my own thoughts, and wanted to sort them out, so I had planned on going home. Dan could see that something was pissing me off, so he asked what it was. I expressed to him my concern with his lack of awareness and lack of accountability. The discussion was short-lived, however, because bad news came. The bust for Pot that had occurred had managed to get Dan kicked off campus, though he had no official wrong-doing. His lack of grounding annoyed me even more after I worked really hard to get his police report released. I pretended to be Joel Kelly, of Billingsly and Snead, while talking on the phone with one Margaret Jones, from the Police records office. I convinced her that I was a paralegal, and was helping Mr. Snead work on a case where time was of the essence. It took convincing, but she agreed to release the records so that Dan could have them for his appeal... which had to be turned in literally two days after he got the notice of eviction.

Anyway, all I had to do was fax Ms. Jones the info she requested, which Dan had. Dan should have been just about ready to go to his next class when I called him to get him to fax the information over... but guess what? Instead of following through with any of the shit he needed to get done, he went to the mall, while his friend Meg and I helped prepare his stuff. We were both annoyed. My annoyance lasted a solid couple of days, and I told him to just go back to Delaware if he's not bettering himself here. He's just so friggin young in so many ways. Kelly calls 'em Boy years. She says he's not even a child in boy years, that hes still a baby, and in many ways I think she's right. Ahh, dual influence... Mara has validity and so does Kelly. I think they're both right in the words they've spoken. I need to watch out that I'm not dippin' out on this kid because of my defenses, and also not taking more than I should, as per Kelly.

Speaking of Kelly, she invited me to a fund-raiser/house party on Saturday night that was bein' held by a bunch of greenpeace-ers. It was up in NW, so I drove up from Colonial Beach and picked up Dan along the way. We grabbed Jess from her Cosi and checked into what will (hopefully soon) be my Cosi so that I could say Hola to e'rybahdy. We got to the house party without too much effort, and wouldn't you know it, the party was fuckin' hoppin'. Two kegs were going, the dancefloor was bein' held up beat-to-beat by one of the dudes from Thievery Corporation, and the ghanga was waftin' all through the top floor. We had a smoke session and Jess, who no longer smokes, caught herself a lovely-lovely contact high. So lovely, in fact, that as we were walkin' out the window to the rooftop area, Jess almost took a second face-plant of the month... this time over the roof. Luckily balance was caught, but whoooo booy, was it funny/scary/ridiculous.

For the Greenpeace party, I decided to make a pair of jeans. Well, not make, so much as modify, but anyway, I had these jeans from Gap that I slit up the side nearly to my midthigh on each side and on the inner side, up to my knee. For Madonnarama last year they were safety-pinned together and made into a neuvo-prince kinda look. Loved 'em. For this event, I attacked an old garter set, and made different sized strips tapering from shorter strips to longer, and stitched them into the slits. Then I took my mom's curtain decorating rope and fashioned a belt that does this in the front: //\ And comes around into the back and cups my ass really tightly. The jeans turned out to be a smashing hit, they got talked about in a positive light on a couple of occasions. This, of course, stroked my vanity like no other, and made me grin from ear to ear.

I mentioned earlier that I pretended to be Joel Kelly, of Billingsly and Snead. Well, I got to tell Caroline that I was pretending to be her father’s paralegal (Snead, get it) the other day. She and I took Anabell for a walk that was only supposed to be around the block, but ended up taking about two hours. I guess we had a lot to talk about. Caroline’s lookin’ well, and feelin’ better, too, from what I understand. They just readjusted her thyroid medication, so we’ll see what that brings. I told her that I was trying the Atkins Diet (which I am, btw) for a while, and she was totally supportive. Until she showed me this three layer dessert she made. It was so rich that even the enviable appetite of the Snead Family couldn’t finish the dish in one sitting. She told me to chew it up and spit it out, it was that good. I did. It was.

Also from the vaults of Caroline… she had found this stray a few months ago that she named Jake. He was a good puppy, but Papa Snead wouldn’t let ‘er keep it. Anabell was enough fur in his house as-was, so she hunted around to find a new owner. One of her bookclub buddies stepped up to the plate, and the puppy shipped off to Caroline County. Well, the dog got loose from the new owner. Its fine, no worries, but one of the neighbors called the police on the cute little beagle for dog vagrancy. She had to go to court for it and everything.

So, there this girl is, in court, when they announce the Honorable Charles Snead presiding. Andrea, the new dog’s owner, thinks to herself for a minute: Caroline’s last name is Snead. Caroline’s Dad is a judge. She sees the judge, and he’s a large man. Caroline’s Father is a large man.

Can you believe it? The man who turned away the vagrant dog to begin with is now presiding over the case. Poor Andrea is so honest that she didn’t mention it at the time to him, but Papa Snead got rid of the charges anyway. So, when Caroline told her daddy what happened, he about lost it with laughter. “Why didn’t she say somethin’?” he bellowed with laughter. “I liiive for letting people go for no good reason. All she had to do was say ‘Your honor, Caroline Snead gave me this dog, and I’ve just recently been learnin’ how to take the proper care this vagrant dog needs.’ And I would have said, ‘Of course! This dog has a history of vagrancy, one that I am very familiar with! There are extenuating circumstances! Dismissed!” I don’t know if Papa Snead would use that many exclamations, but I imagine that he would, so we’re gonna let ‘em stay.

Tomorrow's going to be a busy day... I'll discover whether or not I get my job at Cosi back fo' rizzle, I get a massage by Kelly, and then I get to take her out to lunch. Following that, fingers crossed, I get to go to work.

By the way, Alanis cut her hair. Love it.
(photo lost to time)

I love my absent-mindedness. Really I do. Suzi's birthday is not this weekend, its next.

The Sigma Ball is this weekend. I'm taking Mai as my date, which is tres exciting. Its only $25 bucks a couple, so Mai and I are thinkin' about renting vintage late 60's outfits and doing it with real style. I want a really, really sharp suit, and mai wants a short dress. Think James Bond and Pussy Galore.

In Person.

Thats what we're going for. I'll slick my hair back, courtesy of Murphy's Hair Wax, and we'll drink funny colored drinks out of martini glasses we brought with us. Instead of bringing a flask, we'll bring 3... and just make Kamikazi's all evening in my shaker.

I think that sounds like an award-winning evening. So, I will actually get a little sleep this weekend, its next weekend I have to focus on.

Okay, be-ou be-ou.

I totally enjoyed my weekend.

Friday night, Dan, Nicki, Creech, Sara, and I went to the Jew Frat's party-- I ran into a friend of mine from freshman year, Ricky, who is actually now the roomate of Nicki's bastard ex boyfriend. The ex is named Tim. He's a douche. That's all I have to say about him.

I beat the party record for keg-standing, at 19 seconds. Not a personal best, but enough to leave with a smile. I also drank jungle juice for the very first time; I thought well of it. Yum!

Afterwards we went to Ike's Diner for foooood. Ike's is the new on campus late-night-till-4-am dive that takes meal plans. The line was insane, so we dipped after waiting nearly half an hour. On the walk, I casually threw-up, and kept walking. The group was a little surprised at how non-chalantly someone can just vomit and walk... Ahh well, the joys of stomach muscles.

Saturday I went into the city to play with Lauren and Jess at Apex (it was lesbian night!). Dan and Creech metro-d in, and we met up with Jackie, too. Sooo much fun. I smuggled a bottle of Jim Beam into the club... in my crotch. For the record, it was a handle of Jim, too. We hid the bottle in the bathroom at one point, and then just decided to leave it in jackie's purse. We took swigs of it every now and then in between dancing with trannies.

Okay, so maybe it was just Jackie and I dancing with the trannie, but she was like 50, and resembled a female snoopy. And she kept making eyes at me, so I decided to be awful. Booty-grinding She-Male Snoopy with your curly-haired partner in crime, while chugging a bottle of Crotch Beam, is a moment that can only happen at Apex.

Creech, Dan, and I went back to Jackies and partied more. Jackie and I were troops, finished off the handle, and taunted each other over a couple a' rounds of pool. A good time.

Jackie's trip to NY was post-poned until today, so as it turns out, I'm still gonna diddy-bop up. Jess, Lauren and I are catching the mornin' bus up to NY and meeting up with Jackie then. We're gonna come back Wednesday night, and I'm gonna head on home.

I haven't been home in forever, I'm lookin' forward to it. I'm hoping I can work on Friday before going down to Blacksburg on Saturday. What on earth is in Blacksburg, a mountain town nearly 5 hours from here? Suzanne Dove, who I'm going to tickle, hug, and inebriate for her 21st.

I'll need to leave for Blacksburg at like 7am to be there by noon, and then I'm gonna have to leave Sunday morning at like 10 to be back in the city in time for work on Sunday night. I'm lookin' at only getting a couple of hours of sleep this weekend 😛

Thats okay, busy's good.

As it turns out, Nikki, Dan's good friend, turns 21 on May 20. We're talking about having a combined party... Lord knows where we'll have it. I should talk to maybe Michelle, Suzanne, and JC. See if they'd throw me a 21st birthday party. Hmmm...

Who knows, who knows. Anywho, I gotta go write a paper before I get ready for New York. Yay!

The Recorded History of the Diet.

Facinating shit.

Mark has plans for an event for the two of us called Tequila Grande. Its a night of tequila-soaked escapades involving 7-layer dip, tequila-lime chicken, and margaritas. It seems to me there will be more time for that, since more time will be spent in DC as of today.

"Why, oh why," you may ask, "is Mike returning to the city?"

Because thats where I have become gainfully employeed (it seems).

On Monday night, after studying hard for and then ace-ing two midterms, it seemed I had a night of revel-ry ahead when I was informed of a certain friend's 21st birthday event. She turned twenty-one at midnight, and we were going to make our way to the Friday's in Fair Oaks for birthday love.

When we arrived, I informed the server that I worked at friday's, so that he would perhaps discount some of the appetizers. Total standard procedure. Well, when birthday shots were being ordered, he carded me. I didn't think much of it, figured I wasn't getting the drink, and that was that. He called me out for bein' a minor, and no spectacle was made.

When the shots arrived, there was an extra. I proceeded to take the shot with the group, and all was happy in friend-ville.

I got up in the mornin', rolled to work, and when I arrived, I was taken to the side and sat down. Last night at 1:30, whomever it was that called me out on bein' under 21 called around to all the Friday's in the Northern Virginia area describing me. I'm pretty easy to describe, it can be done in like three adjectives and maybe a noun.

They claimed me, and then were informed that I had drank as a minor and that they had informed corporate. Insta-termination, non-rehirable for 6 months.

I didn't let it dampen my spritis too thoroughly, knowing I had yet another midterm to ace on wednesday. I spent most of Tuesday with Michelle just bein' a fatty and relaxing.

Wednesday I aced the next exam (for Comm 380) and goofed off further.

I went with Ashley today to DC to speak with the GM of Cosi to ask for an application and an interview. All things went well, now I just have to get a schedule and I should be golden. There don't seem to be too many terrible hitches in the plan, so I'm optimistic.

I don't know yet exactly how the commute is going to work, but Mom supported me goin' somewhere else to make more money. Cosi has negative connotations in her mind, slightly, due to the atmosphere that used to be employeed there, but good heavens, that is no longer the case.

That crowd has came and gone, and the new crowd is wonderful. Dedicated, sober, fun folk who are students and working actively towards success. A far different crowd than the aforementioned "atmosphere."

I look forward to working with Lauren again. I look forward to making good money at a place that has the capactiy to treat me well. It changes my routine a bit, but I also put down day-shift hours to work as a barista, which I think would be neat, as well as allow me to continue rising early for a reason.

I think I'd miss the AM now.

I'm really enjoying my life the way it is now, busy yet also laid back. I'm doing the best I've done in school in a loooong time, and I see people who love me unconditionally every day.

As quick as Fridays came into my life, it goes out. I can't help but look towards kismet as perhaps the reason I got called in to work at Cosi on Friday. It set up a decent doorway for re-entry.

I didn't mention it on Monday, since I was preoccupied with preoccupations (*grin*), but other stress-me-out-ers arrived on Saturday when a dorm I was playin' Uno in was busted for marijuana. I was with Dan visiting Chrissy on Saturday night after I finished studying and napping, and the dorm room got clambaked. There we a few of us in there, but Dan and I didn't have anything on us. He got a violation for being involved with a room that contained paraphnalia, but he wasn't in the actual room it was found in. We were hanging out in the suite's living room.

Oh those crazy-ruckousy Uno players.

Anyway, he had his meeting with the housing folk, since he does live on campus, too. He should be fine, so we'll see. Still, I'm worried for him. Not too worried, though. He's never had an offense before.

Work being interrupted looks like it will only inconvience two days worth of actual work time, and even still, I make about three times a night at cosi to what I was makin' on average at Friday's. There's good reasonin' out there for me to not be fretting.

Speaking of fretting, I think its almost time for Dan to meet one or two of the cousins. I like the boy muchly, and he's endeared himself fantastically with my local support network, and I suppose now its time to expose him to another huge aspect of me: my family.

I'm sorry I missed getting down to Florida with Krista to visit Mara and Dana. I've not heard from Krista since she got back, so I'm curious to hear the stories of yonder. It now seems that I'm doin' a good job at missin' out on my trips because of work. This weekend will be spent at Cosi or at home saving money, as was last weekend. This weekend's lock-down will keep me from seeing Jackie in New York, but I've gotta do what I gotta do.

Recent concertation internally comes from my thoughts on Dan's naiivity. He prioritizes partying more than I do now a days, and that worries me. He's no where near how party-oriented I was a couple of years ago (heck a couple of months ago), but I think about. I decided to actually talk to him about it, and he was really receptive, and knew exactly what I was talking about. We talked about a lot of things relating to it, and I'm not really concerned about it anymore. He recognizes that he's doing it, and just that very recognition means that it won't go too far, or last for too much longer.

I feel like I know, cause I've been there.

His friend Emily, the girl that set us up, and I spoke about a couple of those concerns, and i was glad to know I wasn't the only one who noticed it. Calling someone out less than two months into dating them isn't kosher, but I was glad to have someone to discuss it openly with. She could say exactly what I was thinking. It made talking about it with Dan a lot easier. I'm tickled. It seemed like a good time to discuss such things, what with the bust and what not.

That, and him seeing my own need to find a job based off of consequated actions. He saw how hard I worked and how dedicated (an non-flakey) I was, and saw how one stupid action could effect something that was goin' really well. Its weird for people to view me in a really responsible light again. I'm still king sketch of team sketch, but I'm also up every morning going to work, and studying like anyone else at exam time.

I feel like I did when I was seventeen... and thats really got me smiling. I've said for along time that I've never been happier or known myself better than I did when I was seventeen.

A classmate who's intelligence and input to the class I've really, really appreciated and enjoyed all semester asked me how old I was today. I told him 20, and his response was one of a a slight shock-- "Wow. You're reeeeeeally smart."

It made my day.

Things feel tangible again. Word.

It was lovely spending time with Lauren this weekend... I hadn't seen the girl in over a month. We dropped a friend of Dan's off at the airport and then proceeded to make our way over to the mall on one of the days we were together. We spent like four hours shopping with the majority of the time bein' spent at H&M.

God I love H&M.

Anywho, on the way there Lauren told me about the new girl at Cosi, Anusha, who didn't know what a Mop was.

Anusha: What is this?
Lauren: A Mop.
Anusha: What do you do with it?
Lauren: You Mop.
*later, anusha sweeping*
Lauren: Are you almost ready?
Anusha: Yes. I just have to broom some more.


"When the Left is right and the Right is wrong" -- Washington Post Media Notes

The comparisons between Rosa Parks and Gavin Newsom, the San Fransisco mayor who is allowing gay marraige, is a little stretched, I'll admit. However, criticizing Chief Justice Roy Moore, the Alabama judge who wouldn't take down the ten commandments, couldn't be more validated. The San Fran Mayor is a hero, he deserves to be praise as such.

Saying that he gets lauded and hero-cized because he has the 'politically correct' mindset is ridonkulous. He's getting praised because he has the correct, nonbiggoted view.

The reason that Mr. Bama Judge is getting mocked should be abundantly clear: we have a seperation of church and state. He's not being "politically incorrect," he's defying one of the tenets this country was built upon, not a neo-1950s imagined one we like to believe. John Locke never said a damn thing about two kids and a dog, and neither should our constitution.

k thx.

In the four hours I was on the phone with my cell phone company getting all the kinks straightened out, I actually made friends with the girl on the other end. Her name was Lauren, and the call center was based out of Nova Scotia. We gabbed, chatted, and she fixed all my problems. One of the subjects we eventually came to was gay marraige. We joked about how as soon as school was done, we'd have to go out and get ourselves hitched, and I told her I'd have to go up her way to get that taken care of.

She told me about her aunts who have been together for twenty years and just got hitched. They're also expecting their first-- its very, very late in life for one of them to be sproutin' beans, granted, but they couldn't be happier. It made me all wistful for a better country.

Oh, Canadia.

The early mornings have yet to cease their onslaught against my fatty pride. I still rise and shine earlier than I've managed on a regular basis since high school.

Don't get confused, I'm certainly not fussin'. My mornings come early, yes, but, works also going well. I'm managing to get their on time, even when Dan has to kick me out of bed in the morning.

I guess its been just over a month now with Dan, and things are good. I don't hate him yet. In fact, I kinda dig 'em a lot. My only hesitation with him is his youth. He's twenty, which to me feels so young. He's not world weary or battered yet, and he still thinks in terms of what is the most party-effective as opposed to having worked the college lifestyle out of his system already.

I can't say much, but I picked up a full-fledged rock-star habit, as opposed to just random drunken shinanigatings. I have to remind myself that the energy and "immaturity" I see are really things that I could probably use a few dallops of here and there, because frankly, I could use some innocense.

Ah well. I need to get in the shower, 'cause its gettin' late. Work at 10!

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Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
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#ff3344;text-decoration: underline" rel="nofollow">Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	#ff1133;background-color: #333333;padding: 4px">High
#ff3344;text-decoration: underline" rel="nofollow">Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	#aa33aa;background-color: #333333;padding: 4px">Moderate
#ff3344;text-decoration: underline" rel="nofollow">Level 7 (Violent)	#ee2244;background-color: #333333;padding: 4px">Extreme
#ff3344;text-decoration: underline" rel="nofollow">Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	#ee2244;background-color: #333333;padding: 4px">Extreme
#ff3344;text-decoration: underline" rel="nofollow">Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	#c40033;background-color: #333333;padding: 4px">Very High

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