I'm getting a litte sick of frogurt and I couldn't hardly swallow down my large gree tea with coconut shavings and rasberries. Pinkberries is great for after the gym but I want something new to satisfy my sweet tooth. I hear that mini muffins are going to be the next thing. I guess I can see that.
ZZZZZZZZZ, I'm off to bed and just want you all know that I am just fine and that I've moved on from last night already.
xx,
Z
Friday, August 28, 2009
Norms, Table for one
Still awake and searching all over for the lunesta I dropped 2 months ago.
Can't beleive that I SHOUTED OUT about my issues like that and now something has gone wonky with APP that let's me delete blog posts. I am now sober and want it deleted very badly.
I feel like a fool and an unsuccessful blogger and My priorities are due for another evaluation, that's for sure.
Tarra texted me with her good hand and she says that the hospital doesn't have Wifi and to please check her comments and tell her what they say.
I checked and there wasn't any and I don't have the heart to tell her.
I hate caring so much about people sometimes ;(
I'm just going to forget about sleep cuz I can't afford to at least not look for work and cuz I'm in too much emotional pain to shut down. I only wish it was like the last time when I knew I was depressed because of chemicals and some pinpointable issues. Now, there is literally about 27 reasons and even my therapist is at a loss.
have a great day and wish me luck.
Can't beleive that I SHOUTED OUT about my issues like that and now something has gone wonky with APP that let's me delete blog posts. I am now sober and want it deleted very badly.
I feel like a fool and an unsuccessful blogger and My priorities are due for another evaluation, that's for sure.
Tarra texted me with her good hand and she says that the hospital doesn't have Wifi and to please check her comments and tell her what they say.
I checked and there wasn't any and I don't have the heart to tell her.
I hate caring so much about people sometimes ;(
I'm just going to forget about sleep cuz I can't afford to at least not look for work and cuz I'm in too much emotional pain to shut down. I only wish it was like the last time when I knew I was depressed because of chemicals and some pinpointable issues. Now, there is literally about 27 reasons and even my therapist is at a loss.
have a great day and wish me luck.
I know its wrong but I wish I had a doctor who prescribed profonol right about now
ARggggg. They say that misery needs company but I just watched a Tivoed Wheel of Fortune episode and the woman in the middle -- an African American from Tennesse just had the worst luck and in .... Public.
Pat Sajak is endlessly pleasant and Vanna still looks stunning. That show keeps me sane but..... that poor lady from Tennesee~
Pat Sajak is endlessly pleasant and Vanna still looks stunning. That show keeps me sane but..... that poor lady from Tennesee~
Isn't it weird that we'd talk about that song... considering
Thank god others will soon be awake. I can't bare all this dissapointment alone. I'm flashing back to last evening and how me and the guy who I thought was the one(see previous post) and me were totally agreeing with eachother than Jermaine Jackson did a beautiful rendition of "Smile though your heart is breaking" and then both discussing how much we cared about our elderly parents.
How long can it take to heal in these circumstances, I wonder?
How long can it take to heal in these circumstances, I wonder?
Like Michael Jackson I also aaaaadore the song "Smile though your heart is breaking"
Omigod, you guys. It is way too early to contact my circle of friends but I just need to vent soo bad or I will fall to pieces. I'm now writing this from my car where I am shaking so bad...
At first it was fine and he said, " hi honey" and I was spooning him and I was smiling and imagined him to be smiling and he took my hand and starting touching it in a very intense almost furious way and I was anticipating more hot but safe sex, and then he started screaming and crying and as it turns out he thought I was his wife and he is straight and ...
I hate L.A. And, I hate that I have to keep searching for love or even intimate companionship. I was hoping to cancel a happy hour meeting with a Facebook hookup tommorow but now I'll just end up going. This guy looks ok in his pics and his tastes in the arts is not ATROCIOUS but there is something insinsere about the way he signs every e-mail " Regards." and I know it's wrong but I was so hoping I had a reason to blow him off.
Well, at least the .... married man of my dreams wasn't a serial killer. LOL.
At first it was fine and he said, " hi honey" and I was spooning him and I was smiling and imagined him to be smiling and he took my hand and starting touching it in a very intense almost furious way and I was anticipating more hot but safe sex, and then he started screaming and crying and as it turns out he thought I was his wife and he is straight and ...
I hate L.A. And, I hate that I have to keep searching for love or even intimate companionship. I was hoping to cancel a happy hour meeting with a Facebook hookup tommorow but now I'll just end up going. This guy looks ok in his pics and his tastes in the arts is not ATROCIOUS but there is something insinsere about the way he signs every e-mail " Regards." and I know it's wrong but I was so hoping I had a reason to blow him off.
Well, at least the .... married man of my dreams wasn't a serial killer. LOL.
It just takes that moment
Ok. Warning. I am nooooooot sober. Gonna be too hungover to search job listing sites tomorrow but it's soooooooo worth it.
Lets just say cuz I don't want to jinx it- I am now making a mix tape and seraching my brain and assorted search engines to find songs with "magic moment" themes. So far I can only think of that song from the Dirty Dancing Sounding "I've had the time of my life" and Kelly Clarkson's megahit " A moment like this."
I just had an aaaaaamazing time andd I shouldn't be all tipsy and jixsing it and that is why I think the songs I seek are all about a moment and not a more concrete amount of time. I have so much baggage-- but I feel really happy and hopeful for the first time since the downward spiral etc. I'm still worried about Tarra Slovan and feel awful about her accident and her mangled forefinger but she'll be ok eventually and I left a voice message and a text. I also contacted Fern McFern last night and we gabbed a bit via a skidoo add on and she seemed sort of IMMERSED in this legal horror that some yucky lesbian ( I find most lesbians yucky to be honest but this individual who goes by the name "Tig" Notaro is super yucky)got her into. Soo it took me a good 20 minutes or so but I finally got her to go to the Abbey with me and my friends Suzzanne and Rick, who I beleive i have mentioned. She was ok until she started laughing at her own jokes but I'm new in town -- and can't afford to be too picky with my circle like I was when I lived in the Hillcrest section of San Diego. That was 9 years ago come September and I have never have been able to find a circle like that. This was Pre Cunanan and what that man did to that community.
All this goodwill towards women who literally can't offer me anything but this bloggings space and thier keyword know how paid off cause I am typing this from a very hot guy's Iphone.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is taking me much longer than I'm used to with my trusty old desktop but whatever. I finally think I met someone who sees the real me and I plan to meet his needs as well as mine. UUuuuuuum, some of those needs need re-meeting because just talking about him makes me erect. I don't want an adult rating on this blog but I think if that happens I'll gay some gay group to help me out as erect is not a dirty word whether it happens because of a guy or a woman.
Off my soapbox, I tried to get on Datalounge to share but it was Primetime and I'm starting to suspect that their is something funky going on with that website because I can't think of any Time Zone save for the Aleutian islands where it would be Primetime.
My guy(is it tooooo early?) is sound asleep and as far as I can tell the sound of this Iphone keyboard is pretty quiet. I'm a little bummed that he's so sound asleep cuz I feel like we were having a rare and magic moment and I'm a little stressed that unlike me he isn't alert and anxious for to savor every moment. Maybe, love doesn't affect him the same or maybe he's dreaming of me or maybe he's totally not and is blackoutdrunk and will not remember absolutely anything about Us. He seemed ok to me if not a little wobbly as we made love in the shower.
No regrets. He's super hot and cut(which I require due to my sinuses) and he seems like he's not violent or anything. I better join him in sleepland cuz I'm probly making a fool of my self and Fern McFern has this Sister who Fern told me read Moi religiously. She's much cooler than Fern and she is super talented and I want her to know that I appreciate her support.
I hope Gavin(Is that name yummy or not and he isn't even British!) doesn't mind if I spoon him while he sleeps.
More later.
Lets just say cuz I don't want to jinx it- I am now making a mix tape and seraching my brain and assorted search engines to find songs with "magic moment" themes. So far I can only think of that song from the Dirty Dancing Sounding "I've had the time of my life" and Kelly Clarkson's megahit " A moment like this."
I just had an aaaaaamazing time andd I shouldn't be all tipsy and jixsing it and that is why I think the songs I seek are all about a moment and not a more concrete amount of time. I have so much baggage-- but I feel really happy and hopeful for the first time since the downward spiral etc. I'm still worried about Tarra Slovan and feel awful about her accident and her mangled forefinger but she'll be ok eventually and I left a voice message and a text. I also contacted Fern McFern last night and we gabbed a bit via a skidoo add on and she seemed sort of IMMERSED in this legal horror that some yucky lesbian ( I find most lesbians yucky to be honest but this individual who goes by the name "Tig" Notaro is super yucky)got her into. Soo it took me a good 20 minutes or so but I finally got her to go to the Abbey with me and my friends Suzzanne and Rick, who I beleive i have mentioned. She was ok until she started laughing at her own jokes but I'm new in town -- and can't afford to be too picky with my circle like I was when I lived in the Hillcrest section of San Diego. That was 9 years ago come September and I have never have been able to find a circle like that. This was Pre Cunanan and what that man did to that community.
All this goodwill towards women who literally can't offer me anything but this bloggings space and thier keyword know how paid off cause I am typing this from a very hot guy's Iphone.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is taking me much longer than I'm used to with my trusty old desktop but whatever. I finally think I met someone who sees the real me and I plan to meet his needs as well as mine. UUuuuuuum, some of those needs need re-meeting because just talking about him makes me erect. I don't want an adult rating on this blog but I think if that happens I'll gay some gay group to help me out as erect is not a dirty word whether it happens because of a guy or a woman.
Off my soapbox, I tried to get on Datalounge to share but it was Primetime and I'm starting to suspect that their is something funky going on with that website because I can't think of any Time Zone save for the Aleutian islands where it would be Primetime.
My guy(is it tooooo early?) is sound asleep and as far as I can tell the sound of this Iphone keyboard is pretty quiet. I'm a little bummed that he's so sound asleep cuz I feel like we were having a rare and magic moment and I'm a little stressed that unlike me he isn't alert and anxious for to savor every moment. Maybe, love doesn't affect him the same or maybe he's dreaming of me or maybe he's totally not and is blackoutdrunk and will not remember absolutely anything about Us. He seemed ok to me if not a little wobbly as we made love in the shower.
No regrets. He's super hot and cut(which I require due to my sinuses) and he seems like he's not violent or anything. I better join him in sleepland cuz I'm probly making a fool of my self and Fern McFern has this Sister who Fern told me read Moi religiously. She's much cooler than Fern and she is super talented and I want her to know that I appreciate her support.
I hope Gavin(Is that name yummy or not and he isn't even British!) doesn't mind if I spoon him while he sleeps.
More later.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
I should check on Fern McFern no later than this weekend
I don't know who to reach out to at a time like this. It has been a really Ruff week for me. First, the loss of Dominick Dunne had left me shaky and now I just heard that Tarra Slovan, a vital member of this blog collective, was found almost dead in her Napa cottage. The really sad thing is that if it weren't for the recyling company seeking to get her bottles and cans, she'd be dead. No one from the various organizations which she vocally supports even noticed as no checks were due till the end of the month and she fell on August 14th. One more day or if she was thinner, and she would have starved to death. I spoke to her this afternoon now that they've restored her liquids and whatnot and she seemed kind of bitter than not even her cats seemed to make an effort to alert ... anyone. This is really upsetting and makes me wonder about loads of things. But, it is Abbey night and Suzzanne and Rick are taking me out to cheer me up because this just about broke my spirit.
So, I'm going to be a good boy and try to cheer up but I just want to send my deepest regrets and warmest wishes to Tarra and to let her know that though I really haven't had a chance to connect with her off-blog I've come to the point that if she did indeed die I would take off work(if I wasn't unemployed)
Gee, life is precious, isn't it?
So, I'm going to be a good boy and try to cheer up but I just want to send my deepest regrets and warmest wishes to Tarra and to let her know that though I really haven't had a chance to connect with her off-blog I've come to the point that if she did indeed die I would take off work(if I wasn't unemployed)
Gee, life is precious, isn't it?
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
still writing up 2 restaurant reviews
I feel as being an unemployed out of shape gay man and poor in WEHO is enough of stress factor, and now I've gone and started a blog that no one reads! I'm a spiritual person and attend gay churches but I'm starting to feel as if god despises me. I feel as if like those ignorant and hateful children in grade school who called me Fatty Patty. Which was so stupid because my name has always been Zachary. But, at the time the "What's that Pat" joke with Julia Sweeney was all the rage. Looking at pictures from those years I did look like a fat little girl. And... this is haaaaaaard to say because they are still living and might read this blog by chance... but, I blame mom and dad for those haircuts and how they affected my whole life. I don't blame them for making me gay,that's for sure, as it has made me the awesome man I've become and plan to be, but I blame them for the fact that they allowed me to go to school with that woman's hairstyle, because they were too cheap or uninterested to prevent me from getting hairstylist who was a vicious homophobe. Sure, hindsight is 20/20 and they couldn't have suspected that a hairstylist of all things was a homophobe but He was straight and he kept giving me the identical girl haircut time after time and we did find out that he supported Rev Phelps and his God Hates fags campaigns(Looong story)at a later date.
I plan to put up pics of my hair DON'T's from grades 5-9 that cast me as a freak, basically.
I'm a guyish gay guy. I'm burly and hairy and sweaty and horny(LOL) and all that good stuff. Not that I judge fem gay guys or would't date them. I mean... I do judge sometimes and I wouldn't date effeminate gay men, but that doesn't mean I don't support them as vital members of our rainbow community. I just like what I like.
Last year at Vancouver Pride(The best Pride imho) I admit that I felt judgemental about a friend of a friend's friend who was calling me bitch and letting his wrist go all over the place like it did but I know that those feeling of wanting to kick him were wrong.
Whatever. I need to go back to Monster.Com and hope that someone out there can gleen from my newest resume that I am a fast and reliable worker who thinks outside the box and inspects his superiors.
I plan to put up pics of my hair DON'T's from grades 5-9 that cast me as a freak, basically.
I'm a guyish gay guy. I'm burly and hairy and sweaty and horny(LOL) and all that good stuff. Not that I judge fem gay guys or would't date them. I mean... I do judge sometimes and I wouldn't date effeminate gay men, but that doesn't mean I don't support them as vital members of our rainbow community. I just like what I like.
Last year at Vancouver Pride(The best Pride imho) I admit that I felt judgemental about a friend of a friend's friend who was calling me bitch and letting his wrist go all over the place like it did but I know that those feeling of wanting to kick him were wrong.
Whatever. I need to go back to Monster.Com and hope that someone out there can gleen from my newest resume that I am a fast and reliable worker who thinks outside the box and inspects his superiors.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Bossa Nova review forthcoming,sorry
I don't know what I did wrong but I just have no way of knowing if I get a comment and so I feel all ignored and then see some nice comment that is one month old and it's just NOT GOOD.
Still living in WEHO and trying to get work as a Chiropracters assistant or an assistant to a celebrity. I've been boning up on the newest Linux programs and I'm hoping to add adminstrative assistant to my career possibilitiies. I'm quite good at Powerpoint and have religiously kept my knowledge of Microsoft word updated. It seems unfair that I have to be unemployed like this when I clearly have skills.
I used to have a lifestyle and now I just kind of feel like I have no life or style and am just surviving.
That is sooooo negative and I apologize. I've been hanging around with this individual named Fern McFern and she gets me down. She goes on and on about the judicial system in the midst of like totally unrelated things and It's weird. But, she let me join this blog collective so I try to be grateful rather than hateful. Ha.
Still out of shape and avoiding Santa Monica Boulevard until I'm toned all over.
As my readers know I had an accident(got bumped by a volvo on a crosswalk) ankle issues, and suspected carpal tunnel syndrome(too poor to get properly diagnosed. ARGH). I've been kind of radicalized about Los Angeles Crosswalks. I am grateful that a Volvo bumped me rather than a Hummer and that I only broke one bone and was black and blue all over. But, I just can imagine there is tons and tons of crosswalk fatalities that we don't hear about.
These Los Angeles Crosswalks are just sooooo WRONG. Drivers naturally just don't look down and often keep going despite the anxious pedestrian. When I'm a pedestrian in these instances I have to assert my rights each time, it feels. It's like... I am crossing, don't hit me, I am entitled to cross and I feel cars coming out me but I know they can't hit me and get away with it but still I'll be crushed or dead and I don't have a will yet and who will get the money from the lawsuit. If I'm just really injured than without insurance I am double screwed and my legal rights to cross that crosswalk won't mean shit.
Almost each and ever time I reach the end of the crosswalk I feel stressed. something must be done. Pedestrians need to speak up!
I know. I know I need some cheese with my whine. Fern McFern has gotten me all activist like with her rantings. Still, these crosswalks are EVIL.
Gotta go and feed my terrific dog(his name is Sherman ,and I just bought him at the pound. More on him later, for sure.
I planned to review the Bossa Nova near the Abbey but my wrist is throbbing and I
have no choice but to leave.
Still living in WEHO and trying to get work as a Chiropracters assistant or an assistant to a celebrity. I've been boning up on the newest Linux programs and I'm hoping to add adminstrative assistant to my career possibilitiies. I'm quite good at Powerpoint and have religiously kept my knowledge of Microsoft word updated. It seems unfair that I have to be unemployed like this when I clearly have skills.
I used to have a lifestyle and now I just kind of feel like I have no life or style and am just surviving.
That is sooooo negative and I apologize. I've been hanging around with this individual named Fern McFern and she gets me down. She goes on and on about the judicial system in the midst of like totally unrelated things and It's weird. But, she let me join this blog collective so I try to be grateful rather than hateful. Ha.
Still out of shape and avoiding Santa Monica Boulevard until I'm toned all over.
As my readers know I had an accident(got bumped by a volvo on a crosswalk) ankle issues, and suspected carpal tunnel syndrome(too poor to get properly diagnosed. ARGH). I've been kind of radicalized about Los Angeles Crosswalks. I am grateful that a Volvo bumped me rather than a Hummer and that I only broke one bone and was black and blue all over. But, I just can imagine there is tons and tons of crosswalk fatalities that we don't hear about.
These Los Angeles Crosswalks are just sooooo WRONG. Drivers naturally just don't look down and often keep going despite the anxious pedestrian. When I'm a pedestrian in these instances I have to assert my rights each time, it feels. It's like... I am crossing, don't hit me, I am entitled to cross and I feel cars coming out me but I know they can't hit me and get away with it but still I'll be crushed or dead and I don't have a will yet and who will get the money from the lawsuit. If I'm just really injured than without insurance I am double screwed and my legal rights to cross that crosswalk won't mean shit.
Almost each and ever time I reach the end of the crosswalk I feel stressed. something must be done. Pedestrians need to speak up!
I know. I know I need some cheese with my whine. Fern McFern has gotten me all activist like with her rantings. Still, these crosswalks are EVIL.
Gotta go and feed my terrific dog(his name is Sherman ,and I just bought him at the pound. More on him later, for sure.
I planned to review the Bossa Nova near the Abbey but my wrist is throbbing and I
have no choice but to leave.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
recently let go but Jason Preistley would give me a recomendation
Gosh, tough crowd. I thought that a young hip gay guy's take on Weho would be more in demand. Especially in that I have a snarky side and give reviews of weho's faces and places. I've been hanging out with dear friends and just just praying that my resume hits the right chords this time around.
If Anyone needs a personal assistant who loves to laugh an is super organized please drop me a line. I really want to stay in WEHO and establish myself here as I did in the Castro.
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If Anyone needs a personal assistant who loves to laugh an is super organized please drop me a line. I really want to stay in WEHO and establish myself here as I did in the Castro.
Please support gay bloggers by logging in and leaving a comment!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
mimosas are yum
Woke up earlier than usual in anticipation for Brunch. I love Brunch so much more than Breakfast or Lunch and salute the person who came up with this very awesome... mixture. I was going to say Hybrid but some would think that is pretentious and I really don't want negative judgements so soon into my blogging career.
I am smacking my lips in anticipation of the mushroom ommellete with samosas, and the mimosas I plan to order at Ricks bistro on La Cienega!
It feels great to be gay today!
I am smacking my lips in anticipation of the mushroom ommellete with samosas, and the mimosas I plan to order at Ricks bistro on La Cienega!
It feels great to be gay today!
Friday, August 7, 2009
booth b.o
I could be on Monster.com begging for work but I'd rather be in the A/C blogging. The waffles were funky and we swore we'd not give Norms another chance. I am not a breakfast person as I've tired of breakfast fare in my mid 20's but I was still left so dissapointed. The orange juice had a fermented taste and this heat is causing B.O all over town. It took our table some sniffing and time to realize that it were the diners before us or before them and that was a relief as I would hate to think my friends would smell bad. I know that that is shallow and I'll get flamed but deodarant is widely available and I just don't get it.
deep breathing and blogging are keeping me sane
Omigod, I just re-read one of my posts and it said I was hot and soooo am not concieted and meant it in an actual weathercast way. Like many weathermen, I am gay, and I have a desire to report the temps etc, but I wasn't snooty rich boy enough to go to weather school or whatnot so I give it away free as I struggle financially in HELL AY a Chiropractor's aide.
That too could get misinterpreted. I just need to have the heart to post it and deal with whatever consequences arise. That sounds dirty too but you guys know what I mean and I guess my brain is in the gutter cause of my failed attempts at getting enough sex to satiate my loins, last night. I think that was a poetic sentence that last one. One that Ms. Maya Angelou herself would enjoy but I doubt she'll ever bring her FABULOUSNESS to my blog. Le Sigh. Maya, tell Oprah to call me!
Totally kidding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
More later on Breakfast at Norms with Ben and Serena when I get back.
That too could get misinterpreted. I just need to have the heart to post it and deal with whatever consequences arise. That sounds dirty too but you guys know what I mean and I guess my brain is in the gutter cause of my failed attempts at getting enough sex to satiate my loins, last night. I think that was a poetic sentence that last one. One that Ms. Maya Angelou herself would enjoy but I doubt she'll ever bring her FABULOUSNESS to my blog. Le Sigh. Maya, tell Oprah to call me!
Totally kidding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
More later on Breakfast at Norms with Ben and Serena when I get back.
Ab man here, snerk!
Only four sets of killer abs at the Abbey last night and all of them.... in a relationship. What a waste of 38 dollars(2 mojitos, one bloody mary, 2 caramels in the bathroom, tip to bartender and attendant. Ugh)
I just haven't been lucky since I lost confidence in my physique. I'm told I look the same as before the accident(haven't been to the gym in AGES) but I'm in L.A and sincerity isn't something I CAN count on. I feel flabby and that' s what is at the core(NO PUN INTENDED- PILATES JOKE)of my inability to commit to resuming a funner lifestyle.
Spend one kinda unhappy hour at Fiesta Cantina's happy hour(6.PM to 7 - 12 dollars for 4 coronas! Yay!)waiting for my girl, Jenny, to show up. She's obese and the bitch boys of Weho all assume she's my hag but she's about so much more than that and doesn't even generally like gay men.
She was really down about her weight and I kept saying, " you look great, girl" and she just ordered 3 appetizers and hardly spoke. I felt soooo bad for her but kinda resented her ruining the hour that was supposed to be happy. Her friend, Janielynn, kept texting her and begging her to accompany her to the Palms as Janiellynn is a lesbian. I try to be supportive to lesbians but I just don't see the point so I headed solo to the Abbey with my new Joe's jeans and not much hope. Whatever. I wasn't being pessimistic. I didn't find a lover or even any conversation.
The bright side :
I'm not hungover this morning and I'm ready to really get toned and in good cardiovascular shape again. I ran across a crosswalk (Asshole Hummer almost hit me)on Huntley and was heaving . This morning I have charlie horse in my legs. I need to get it together, you guys.
Thanks for reading an I'll keep writing from WEHO.
I just haven't been lucky since I lost confidence in my physique. I'm told I look the same as before the accident(haven't been to the gym in AGES) but I'm in L.A and sincerity isn't something I CAN count on. I feel flabby and that' s what is at the core(NO PUN INTENDED- PILATES JOKE)of my inability to commit to resuming a funner lifestyle.
Spend one kinda unhappy hour at Fiesta Cantina's happy hour(6.PM to 7 - 12 dollars for 4 coronas! Yay!)waiting for my girl, Jenny, to show up. She's obese and the bitch boys of Weho all assume she's my hag but she's about so much more than that and doesn't even generally like gay men.
She was really down about her weight and I kept saying, " you look great, girl" and she just ordered 3 appetizers and hardly spoke. I felt soooo bad for her but kinda resented her ruining the hour that was supposed to be happy. Her friend, Janielynn, kept texting her and begging her to accompany her to the Palms as Janiellynn is a lesbian. I try to be supportive to lesbians but I just don't see the point so I headed solo to the Abbey with my new Joe's jeans and not much hope. Whatever. I wasn't being pessimistic. I didn't find a lover or even any conversation.
The bright side :
I'm not hungover this morning and I'm ready to really get toned and in good cardiovascular shape again. I ran across a crosswalk (Asshole Hummer almost hit me)on Huntley and was heaving . This morning I have charlie horse in my legs. I need to get it together, you guys.
Thanks for reading an I'll keep writing from WEHO.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
russians and straights are getting too numerous at the Abbey no offense
Blogger is so lame. I am not Tarra Slovan. She is only a member of the blogging collective I belong to. But, people can't know that and so they are not going to understand why a hot blooded gay male is named Tarra and maybe even think I'm a drag queen. I am not. Some of my good facebook friends are and I am not one to judge lifestyles but I am a guyish gay guy.
Anyway, went out to day in a mesh tank and cargos and I still was hot. I predict another scorcher. Normally, I'm okay with that as I tend to stay buff but a recent ankle sprain and some carpal tunnel syndrome has thrown a wrench in my workouts and my muscles are just not as large as they should be. I've been too self conscious to wear anything but my oversized sky blue tank. A homeless woman said I looked "hot" but whatever. Let's just say that I haven't needed to buy new lube since Obama was elected. LOL.
So much to gab about and I'm excited to do so at my earliest convenience. Went to the abbey last night and too many girls with high heels and clutch purses for my taste. I enjoy the company of ladies but these ladies were too..... plentiful. Har. I hope I don't get flamed I just want these ladies to know that some of us don't appreciate them taking up so much space.
Had a hayden Panatierre milkshake at that rad 1,000 milkshake shop on S M blvd, and felt so guilty that I purged for the first time in 2 years. The milkshake was as awesome as it's namesake but when I learned it was 876 calories I just stuck my finger down my throat. Never again, I promise.
Thank god for frogurt as I adore cold treats!
Thanks for reading and see ya around!
Anyway, went out to day in a mesh tank and cargos and I still was hot. I predict another scorcher. Normally, I'm okay with that as I tend to stay buff but a recent ankle sprain and some carpal tunnel syndrome has thrown a wrench in my workouts and my muscles are just not as large as they should be. I've been too self conscious to wear anything but my oversized sky blue tank. A homeless woman said I looked "hot" but whatever. Let's just say that I haven't needed to buy new lube since Obama was elected. LOL.
So much to gab about and I'm excited to do so at my earliest convenience. Went to the abbey last night and too many girls with high heels and clutch purses for my taste. I enjoy the company of ladies but these ladies were too..... plentiful. Har. I hope I don't get flamed I just want these ladies to know that some of us don't appreciate them taking up so much space.
Had a hayden Panatierre milkshake at that rad 1,000 milkshake shop on S M blvd, and felt so guilty that I purged for the first time in 2 years. The milkshake was as awesome as it's namesake but when I learned it was 876 calories I just stuck my finger down my throat. Never again, I promise.
Thank god for frogurt as I adore cold treats!
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