Changing the world

Well, two of the roomies are in Buffalo for the weekend and the other one is moving.

I'm closing every night until Monday.

*screams very loudly, doing his best Medea imitation*

I have a really bad story idea. Pray I don't write it.

And have I mentioned that I hate Coast to Coast? Everyone here listens to it, but as near as I can tell, it utilizes the worst aspects of the Trekkies and Miss Cleo types of the world to annoy me.

Ok, kiddies, I'm off to the Western Wilds for a commitment ceremony tomorrow, which means a whole weekend without the wacky thoughts of the psycho behind the keyboard.

So anyway, I got a copy of the always fabulous To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar out of the library. This led to some even more fabulous commentary between me and the always interesting gothic_oreo. My personal favorite was his comment that John Leguizamo has a great set of legs. And he wonders why we all question our gaydar around him. We also made fun of the "touching" love scene between Bobby-Ray and Bobby-Lee. Bobby-Ray made a comment along the lines of "You sure got a purdy dress". This led to me commenting "You sure got a purdy mouth". For those of you too young to remember that quote, go check out Deliverence. Scary less for the subject matter than what used to be considered sexy.

Now of course, my VCR is screaming for a showing of Pricilla, Queen of the Desert. Even if we do have to endure the now legendary ABBA turd conversation.

I still have to write a witty and intelligent toast to the bride and groom. I am gay, so this means I have standards to maintain. "Gee, I love you guys and you two are so great together, so let's all get plowed" is not in my ideal speech. Although, I am hoping to be toasty when I read it, since I have a fear of speaking in public. I also need to get a card, since I still plan of giving cash as the gift. I don't think a bar tab is going to cover a gift.

Herb is talking to me again. I actually got three sentances out of him on MSN tonight. In the meantime, Aunt Judy was using Jason's MSN to talk dirty to me. I got a laugh when I told her I could please her without even touching her, since she always smiles when we talk. I will not repeat her comment back to that.

I get my Tux tomorrow when I get there. With any luck, I'll figure out how to scan a pic and post it here so you can all see me in something other than grunge-chic.

No more random encounters with the homeless today. I did, however, have a lot of fun making fun of customers at work tonight. As I have harped on repeatedly, "May I have your phone number?" is not a trick question. Also, our hold tape explains in graphic detail the specials. Listen closely so you don't have to fucking ask me.

New recipe, better than goddamndunce's lettuce and crisco...Beef tips and noodles on pizza dough is excellent. Particularly Nancy's Cafe beef tips and noodles.

Why is Jason audio-taping cemetaries? What a dork.

Anyway, if anyone has good speech advice, please let me know.

Peace out until next time.

James

Tonight has been interesting.

Let's see, Aunt Bonnie finally wrote me back about conversion (she's a Reform Rabbi).So she gave me abunch of new info for the process.

Work was boring, and half my family called during the course of it. Mom and I are taking Rachel to the State Fair in the afternoon, hooking up with Richard at Schmidtt's, then Rich and I are going to Sweaty Teddy after that. I guess I have been appointed to riding all the rides with Rachel, since Mom won't. All I can say is Rachel will probably not be getting on the Ferris Wheel, since none of us will ride the damn thing.

Found out most of the French I know is dirty. Karim at work asked how much French I knew, so I rattled off the phrases I knew of the top of my head. He then asked if I kissed my mother with that mouth.

It also seems that gothic_oreo and lotussilverfire finally got around to telling Xenos boy to move his ass out of this house. Thank G-d, I was going to commit homicide.

We also had feline adventure on my rising this morning. It seems a cat of ill repute followed Lotus home. I woke up, went to do morning bathroom, and this black ball of fur was sitting in front of the toilet. I politely told Pookie to move his black ass so I could pee. (This is an inside joke from my days of living with Scary Mary. We lived in Dayton's version of the ghetto, and we had a black cat named Spook, Pookie for outdoor use, Claw when he took over a lap. This was also the same time period when the guard dogs we had were using her dildo as a fetch toy on the front lawn.) Well, Mr. Lazy feline refused to move. I went and asked what the heck a panther wannabe was doing in the house. Oreo explained, and moved the cat for me. Later, before work, It decided to watch me as I went to the bathroom. then it walked out with me.
I am not a cat person. They make me sneeze. And they're bitchier than I am. Thank you, wickedmizeri, for taking him off our hands.
We currently have Oreo's mom and brother sleeping in our living room. And Xenos boy evedently thinks he's got me nearing conversion to his narrow-minded, vapid version of Xtianity. What a dork.
Anyway, Places to go and people to do, so hugs and kisses on all yer pink parts...