High On Life

Despite having been fired for the first time in my life, from a job that I actually enjoyed, I am really fucking happy.


I have an understanding and supportive mother.

I have friends that truly care for me, and that are there for me whenever I need them.

I have a bed to sleep in, food in my cabinets, clothes on my back, and a car to drive.

I have a budding romance with very sweet and caring guy.


Tomorrow I plan on applying for jobs at several places, including Express and Starbucks. Maybe, if I am lucky, I will have a job by next week. I am tired of relying so heavily on my mom, and I feel like a loser having had her support me for so long.

Let's hope this unemployment stint is much shorther than the previous one.

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Tributes

Tonight I realized that I don't often have sentimental moments with friends. I have never really told them exactly what they mean to me. I figure that there is no better time than the present.

The following "testimonials" are in NO PARTICULAR ORDER.


A.Y. -- You are beautiful and amazing. You seriously have your shit together. You are responsible, smart, educated, motivated, kind, selfless, and funny. I could continue to try to describe you with adjectives and character traits, but that would take a very, very long time. In short, I don't know what I would do without you. You inspire me. I love you with all of my heart.

J.F. -- Where do I begin with this girl? Almost three years you approached me at school and asked me if I was gay; we have been friends ever since. We were nearly inseparable for quite a while, and it never got old. Well, except for those two weeks in VA last summer. You always keep things interesting, and you can always make me laugh. You put me in my place when I need it, yet keep from being resentful. I love you very much, and I am so glad to have you back.

M.M. -- Out of the people honored in this blog, I have known you the longest, yet we have been BFFs for the shortest amount of time. We have been through so many different things together, and I have told you things that I have never told anyone else in the world. I trust you. I love you. You are my friend, you are my brother, you are my son. Thank you for keeping it real, keeping me on my toes, and keeping me out of trouble laughing. You and I have many heart-to-heart's, so you should know how I feel about you. I love you.

N.G. -- To be continued...

J.M. -- You are the glue. You are the mother. You keep our group together. You keep our house together. You take care of the details. You will always lend an ear to listen if needed. You are firm in you values/morals/ethics, yet you are never judgemental. You drive me to the light rail when I need you to. I know that no matter what the situation, no matter what time of day, no matter how inconvenient, you will be there for me if/when I need you. Last, but certainly not least, you are morally superior, and everyone needs someone like that in their life. How else would I know that I am an irresponsible, fucked up slut, and that it is ok?


If you were not honored in this here blog of mine, it does not mean that you are not special to me. Just ask me, and I will tell you how I feel about you. Just make sure you catch me in the right mood.

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Silver Linings (cont.)

After I was terminated from my position at Whole Foods, I raced up to Longmont to pick up Mr. Ink to go to Echo's dance recital in Boulder. He was out and waiting for me as I pulled up, and he looked good. Boy lnows how to dress.

After the recital, we got some coffee and walked down Pearl Street Mall for a little while. Then, we decided to go to Flatiron Crossing. I wanted to go to Nordstrom. He wanted to go to Hot Topic.

We had originally had plans to go to a poetry slam in Denver, but decided that a movie might be a better idea, considering he had to be up at 5 AM the next morning for work. Nothing was playing for at least another hour, so we went back to Longmont to catch a movie there.

He let me pick the movie.
And he let me wear his sweater.
And he paid for the movie.

I'll spare any further details for the moment, but I will tell you this. By the end of the night Mr. Ink kissed me. And it was nice. Really nice.

I don't know where we are at right now, and I am a big fan of knowing where I am at. It's ok though. I am doing what I can to just let go. Let go and let things happen as they will. I am excited, yet cautious.

More on this later, maybe. I may have to make an appointment with my therapist first.

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"You're Fired!" (cont.)

I went in to Whole Foods this evening to get my final paycheck.

Luckily, I had Matty with me. This was not completely coincidental. Let's just say that Matty is very talented when it comes to conveying emotion. Or giving people dirty looks. Or telling them off, VERY well.

One of the "Store Leaders" finally managed to fetch my check from wherever they had it. She is not someone I really wanted to deal with, so I kind of avoided her when I saw her popping up all around the store looking for me. I am not quite sure whether she was looking for me, or keeping her eye on me.

When she finally hunted me down, Matty gave her a very satisfactory glare. I could actually see her physical reaction. She compensated by being extra bitchy when handing my check over.

It sounds, and is, very childish in the long run, but it was something I needed. For the past 36 hours or so I have been telling my story, and everyone that I tell agrees. Everyone that I have told has validated everything that I have been thinking, most recently my mother.

So, tonight I will sleep soundly. I will sleep soundly knowing that I am a great employee, and an even greater person. I will sleep soundly knowing the people I hold at highest regard in my life are on my side. I will sleep soundly knowing that tomorrow is a new day, full of positive experiences and opportunities. Most of all, I will sleep soundly knowing I will survive. "Separating" from Whole Foods is not the end of the fucking world.

With this blog out of the way, I'm going to have to come up with an extended version of my date-thing on Sunday.

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Silver Linings

You might remember a previous post of mine regarding a certain guy at a certain meeting.

Well, what seemed like the end was just the beginning, and I am excited to see what happens.

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"You're Fired!"

Yesterday I was "terminated" from Whole Foods. It wasn't quite like a Trump firing though; more surreal and somber. I think I went into shock.

I don't care to get into the details, but here's the Reader's Digest version:

Apparently, my till was $199.98 short on Saturday night. The [not-so-]funny thing is, I was only $.02 over when my supervisor and I counted my till at the end of my shift. The discrepancy was only discovered yesterday afternoon.

I don't buy it.

Fuck Whole Paycheck, I'm going to Wild Oats.

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One is the Loneliest Number

How does someone like this get a boyfriend like this?!

I must admit, I am jealous.

The "cold months" are just around the corner, and I want a boyfriend. A hot, hunky, tattooed boyfriend. Is that too fucking much to ask for? I have been single for almost two years, and I am tired of it.

Maybe I need to be a little less picky. Maybe I need to "put myself out there" a little more. Maybe I need to change something. But what?

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Pretentious [Insert Expletive Here]

A few friends of mine have really surprised disappointed me today.

One in particular needs to stop condemning people for the same thing she does on a daily basis. If I said something so terrible about your girlfriend, why can you not remember it?

Other than that, I am at a loss for words.

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Third Time's a Charm

According to a VERY VERY VERY good friend of mine, I need to blog MORE MORE MORE.

To be perfectly honest, I am not sure why my blogging frequency has gotten so low. After all, I do have a ton of free time on my hands. For the past two months I have not had to work, and I am not in school. So, what's the problem?

I am in a rut. I have been in a rut for about two months now. Every now and again I manage to pull myself out, but not usually for a substantial amount of time.

And that, ladies, is my excuse for the time being. Bare with me. I will be back.

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Rejected

I have just been informed that I did not get the Furniture Sales position at Crate & Barrel.

"I'm calling to inform you that we have made a decision regarding the position you interviewd for here at Crate & Barrel. The competition was fierce, with eight very well-qualified applicants. I'm sorry, but we can not offer you a position at this time."

Blah. Blah. Blah.

Everything happens for a reason, I suppose.

Luckily, I already have a job at Whole Foods, where I start on Tuesday. Hopefully I don't do anything to fuck that up.

Until then, it's party time.

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My Name is Eric, and I'm a Homosexual

After sleeping in til about 2:30 this afternoon, I managed to get my shit together and head to Longmont. I have been going there every week for a while now, due to the fact that I have been unemployed and broke; Mom's been giving me money to live, and that requires a visit.

I finally pulled into Longmont on the bus at about 5:45, spent my last $7 on coffee and cigarettes, and waited for my mom to pick me up.

You see, several times a week, my mom and her boyfriend go to NA meetings. They are recovered addicts, obviously. Every so often I decide to tag along, for various reasons. All of which include scamming on attractive "bad boys."

I haven't been to a meeting in quite some time, so I figured I was due for one. Especially considering my recent extra-curricular activities, not to mention the fact that I have had zero guys in my life recently. So, I went.

And I was rewarded the moment I stepped in the room. Sitting right by the door was this total cutie. He was just my type:

-Short, dark hair.
-Clear skin.
-Tan complexion.
-Tattoos, all over both arms, and a few peeking out the collar of his shirt.

All that was missing was a few inches, of height. Keep you mind out of the gutter, ladies.

The whole hour-long meeting I was wondering if he was gay or not. There were several things to make me think yes, yet several things that made me doubt it. My mom and I made comments to each other periodically, and both of us were leaning toward 'mo.

At the end of the meeting, I kept my eyes on him. When he headed outside for a cigarette, I quickly ditched my mom and followed him outside. I was on the hunt. I asked the group of smokers for a light, and he whipped his matches out quicker than lightning. We made some small talk, and then he left. That's it.

I was intent on coming back next week, with the hopes of seeing him again. Then I remembered that I have training at Whole Foods, and will most likely not be able to come up.

Oh well, it was nice while it lasted.

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Desperate Housewife, No More

Ladies and Gentlemen, brace yourselves!

I, after having been unemployed for the past 8 weeks, have gotten a job.

Where, you ask? Whole Foods. Not the most glamorous job in the world, but it's a job nonetheless.

Also, I have an interview at Crate & Barrel on Tuesday. I don't want to jinx myself, but I am pretty sure I have that job in the bag.

Hopefully I can work all of this out to the best of my advantage. I need money.

Wish me luck, kids.

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High Blood Pressure

Do you like the salt, dear?

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War Cries

Fun with fire!

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Honest Hour Gone Wild

WARNING: The following blog was written while heavily under the influence of Arbor Mist.

Arbor Mist and Honest Hour are not a good mix.

Arbor Mist makes me emotional; it makes us "misty," if you will.

All in all, I only have one or two things to say.

Mom, I thank you for being a recovered addict. I thank you for traveling the road of addiction for me. I thank you for showing me what comes from being an addict. I thank you for choosing drugs over me. I thank you for letting me go to live my father. I thank you for letting me come back to live with you. I thank you for giving me the freedom and unsupervised time I needed. I thank you for trying to be a "parent." I thank you for going to rehab. I thank you for making me cry. I thank you for hurting me. I thank you for all the hurt. I thank you for making it better. I thank you for being there for me. I thank you for teaching me. I thank you for being the parent you were, not the parent you thought you should be. I thank you for loving me. I thank you for not judging me. I thank you for truly being the best parent in the whole entire world. I LOVE YOU! I don't know what I would do, or where I would be, without you. You are the very best.

Also, to my BFFs, I love you too. I feel your hurt. I feel your pain. I feel your trauma. If I could, I would take all your pain and hurt and trauma away.

My mother and my BFFs are my life.

I would not be where I am if it had not been for all of you.

Never forget, I LOVE YOU!

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Fate or Coincidence? Pt. 3

It was coincidence.

Mr. Contact moved back to Virginia.

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Brace Yourself

I have learned a lot about Mr. Bumble over the past few days. A bit of male bonding if you will.

I have never met anyone that has been in so many "interesting" situations before.

There was the time he got fired from Wal-Mart for having sex with his boss.

There was the time he crashed into a pole, after hitting a patch of ice, while passing a cop and speeding through a school zone.

There was the time he got fired from another job, because of the aforementioned accident. He never showed up to work. Oh yeah, and he was fucking his boss' husband; his boss over at Wal-Mart.

There was the time he moved out of his apartment in the middle of the day, without any notice, because he really hated his roommate.

There was the time he lost his virginity. In the back of a Jeep. His partner's Price Albert piercing got caught in his braces.

There was the time he got fired from yet another job. He was a host at a local restaurant, and was asked to wait tables for a not. Unable to deal with the "stress," he went to the bar, got drunk, and threw up in a booth.

That's all I've got for now. I figured I better get it out there on the Blogosphere.

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No Ifs, Ands, or Butts

"He raped my face. I am never seeing him again."


I found Nic's car key tonight, err, this morning.

Let's just say he has been less than appreciative. He offered me a penny for finding it.

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The Case of the Shoe Snatcher

Well, ladies, the house has officially been christened.

Nic and I have had a little bet going on as to who will be the first to have sex in the new house.

Obviously, I won that bet.

Interesting story, really...

I was being the usual horny bastard that I am yesterday when I hopped online to see if there was anyone that might be able to help me. I found several candidates, but one in particular was exceptionally cute and eager. We'll call him Mr. Gherkin. That should be pretty self-explanatory.

I invited him over, and he accepted my invitation. Not before letting me in on a little piece of information, though. Information about a sort of fetish he has.

He likes to wear other people's shoes. A bit weird, I know.

I assessed the situation and determined that it was fairly harmless. I extended my offer once again for him to come over, and he accepted once again. 30-45 minutes later he showed up at my front door.

I showed him up to my room, and he immediately ripped my pants off and dropped to his knees. A boy that knows how to please! Several minutes into it, I heard the garage door opening; Mr. Anaconda was home. I shrugged my shoulders and gave him my 'Why are you stopping?' look.

Moments before cumming, Mr. Anaconda was on his way out again.

After I was all done, I collapsed on my bed for a few moments. That's when he did opened his mouth. I really hate when they do that. As Mr. Bumble says, "Shhh!"

After throwing a load of laundry in the washer and drinking a bottle of water, I was ready for business. Long story short, I fucked him.

I couldn't help but wonder though, was he staring at my black Steve Madden's the whole time?

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The Day of the Lord with Tara and Mary

Last night was another adventure. So much so that I only remember bits and pieces.

First of all, Nic got trashed. At like 4 PM.

Then, Mr. Bumble and I got baked. And got really hungry.

So... We all went to Benny's and ate. Well, Nic ate some, then threw up, then ate a little more, followed by a little more throwing up, and then ate some flan. And then he probably threw up. I don't remember.

On the way home, I think we stopped for some Dairy Queen, and then Mr. Anaconda dropped Mr. Bumble and I off at Wal-Mart. We got some gummy bears, gum, matches, and cigarettes. Then we walked home.

Apparently, Mr. Bumble gets scared when he smokes. Paranoid and jumpy and sometimes hallucinogenic. The whole way home from Wal-Mart, he was freaking out about getting murdered, raped, pillaged, or arrested.

After getting home and watching Carrie, we drove to the light rail and went back to his beautiful downtown apartment. We smoked a little more, watched an episode of Fat Actress, and fell asleep.

And that was my Sunday.

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Whine and Cheese

So I think I may have a psuedo stalker. And it's all Nic's fault.

Not too long ago, our good friends Mr. EuroTrash and Mr. Flonaise threw a house-warming party. All the BFFs were there: Ms. Cunt - which means Goddess - and her man Mr. 40, Mr. BeefCake, Mr. Molester, and several others. I had invited Mr. JWU; partly because I wanted to have someone to smoke with, and partly to see how Pocahontas and Juan Smith would react. More on them later.

Shortly after I arrived, so did Nic. With his date, Mr. ASL.

I was not feeling that great, and was eager to smoke, so Mr. JWU and I left. I took him to his car, stopped for some smokes, and headed to my house with Mr. JWU following. We arrived shortly thereafter and smoked it up.

When I smoke, I get horny. And usually, I act on that feeling. This was no exception. Mr. JWU and I laid together on the couch and watched Sex and the City. We continued with some making out and all that the stuff.

The night ended after he gave me head and I passed out. I hope he wasn't expecting to get off too, because I can be a selfish bitch when I am high.

I woke up to find him downstairs on the couch. It was a bit of a shock to see him here; I had kinda expected him to be gone when I woke up. Oh well... Can't win 'em all.

I went outside to have my ritual morning cigarette, and was joined by Nic only moments later. I finished my cigarette as he lit his "Marlby 27" and gave me the scoop on the previous nights events that I had missed. Apparently, Mr. Homosexuality had made his way around the room, if you know what I mean. Also, he and Mr. ASL didn't end there night til about 4 AM.

Oh yea, Mr. ASL was sleeping in Nic's room as we spoke.

Hours later, or so it seemed, Mr. JWU had left and Mr. ASL had finally gotten his ass out of Nic's bed. With some time and encouragement, we managed to get him out of the house too.

Now, over a week later, I am getting IMs from Mr. ASL nearly every time I hop on the Gaytabase. Sometimes I talk to him, sometimes I don't. More frequently, the latter.

Normally I wouldn't have a problem with this, but all he does is hit on me and complain about his life. It's really annoying, to say the least.

Pretty soon Mr. Nice Guy is going to have to be a little less nice and block his whining ass.

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Law & Order

Thursday morning the boys and I left the house at 7:15 AM. Why such an ungodly hour, you ask?

Mr. Anaconda had to go to court for disturbing the peace, and Nic and I were his witnesses. Witnesses to the fact that he did no such disturbing of the peace. We sat there for quite some time before it was our turn.

In the meantime, we observed out surroundings. We gave the bitchy prosecutor a new name, Vanessa. We made fun of her shoes, and all the bitchy things she did or said. We made fun of all the people in the courtroom, for that matter, and listened to all their sad stories of breaking the law.

Then, Trevor walked in. And everything was brighter. We didn't talk at all, but I know there was an unspoken connection between us. I wrote him a little diddy on Craigslist, but have yet to recieve a response.

Finally, they go to our case, and all us witnesses were kicked out of the courtroom for the time being. In the meantime, we talked shit about Vanessa.

Minutes later, Mr. Anaconda emerged from the courtroom. The case was dismissed.

Obviously, the city didn't have a very good case, and Vanessa is a slutty bitch that needs to die in a fire.

And that is how I spent my Thursday morning.

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'I'm Losing My Buzz'

Bitch in the middle is crazy.

Here I am at Diedrich's, minding my own business, when this fucked up chick asks me if I have a cell phone she could use.

She had a cell phone sticking half-way out of her pocket, but my phone was sitting right in front of me on the table.

I couldn't do anything except let her use it. What was I supposed to do, tell her it was a Gameboy?

Several minutes later, the stumbling crack whore was still on the fucking phone.

Apparently she needed cab 166 to meet her at the corner of 9th and Downing. She left something in the cab. Her name is Angie, or is it Angelinan and she was paying with cash.

"I don't have a ton of minutes for you to waste," I say.

She finally hangs up, kinda drops my phone into my hand, thanks me, and stumbles off.

Where is a can of Lysol when you need it?

Where Will You Be In 10 Years?

NIC: What is your love life like?

ME: Well, I am going on three years with the man of my dreams. He is 6'2"-6"3" with a medium, muscular build, but not quite chiseled. He has short black hair, and very dark, mysterious eyes. Also, he has a very chiseled face with a perfect, vibrant white-but-not-too-white smile. He's very rough; he has a 'sleeve' on his right arm, and has many other tattoos all over his body. He has 8 piercings in all; both nipples, nose, eyebrow, tongue, tragus, and one in each earlobe. He is 25 years old, but his birthday is February 19th, the same as my mother's and just around the corner, so he will be 26. He's an actor, and is also the manager of a cute little cafe down the street. He has a good relationship with his family, including his father. His mother fucking loves me! Lastly, we have two dogs. He has a male Black Lab named Tasha, and I have a male black and tan Long-Haired Chihuahua named Beau. They are both gay. Duh!


By the way, he is 8.5" uncut, and about 80% bottom.

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Next

As many of you know, I have many great loves in my life.

Formally, it has ben Geoff Kaiser, a.k.a. Kaiserro11. He has not posted a good video in quite some time, aside from his tumbling video. We have just lost our spark; that "je ne sais quoi."

But, in Mr. Nice Guy fashion, I have moved on.

His name is Aidan Shaw, a.k.a. Carrie's ex-boyfriend in Sex and the City.



I know, I know... It is probably not the best idea to have a love affair with a fictional character, but he is so dreamy.

So, if any of my readers bare a striking resemblence to Mr. Aidan Shaw, let me know.

By the way, I don't want John Corbett, I want Aidan Shaw. I don't know anything about John Corbett, and I know just about everything Aidan Shaw.

We have history.

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Third Law of [E]Motion

For the most part, I have spent the last 36 hours sleeping or just laying around the house.

The rain has been a really good excuse. That, and "excessive drug use."

Seriously though, I hate being depressed. And I hate that "depressed" is the only word that I can think of to describe how I am feeling.

Life, recently, has been a series of highs and lows, and I am not a fan of extremes.

"For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction."

Sometimes I think I would rather have a life of mediocrity, than a life of extreme highs and extreme lows. Then again, I seem to think otherwise when I caught up in one of those extreme highs.

It's all relative. When it comes down to it, everything is relative.

That's just my little ol' theory though.

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[Blow] Your Mind

Matty's birthday went off without a hitch. Well, not exactly.

I picked him up from work on Tuesday night, and spent the night at his place with Ms. Business. He got new Egyptian cotton sheets, and they are uber comfy.

When we finally made it down to Denver yesterday, we went to Rave's, Diedrich's, and then to my place. I bought him some school supplies, and we searched for a tiara, to no avail.

Then the hunt began. And it didn't end til about six hours later. It was worth it though. Hanging out with Kate is fun!

Matty said that this has been his best birthday yet, and that makes me happy. I am glad that I could contribute to that. I only wish I could have done more though.

Now I am just laying on the couch listening to music. I have been for about two hours now.

I should start getting ready to hang out with Mary and go to Tracks.

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Fate or Coincidence? Pt. 2

Shortly after arriving home, back in Colorado, I found Mr. Contact on Myspace. And his ex, too.

Mr. Contact and I have exchanged several messages through Myspace and spoke a few times on the phone since I have been back. All was good and well.

Then, I got a message from the ex. It was nothing too exciting, but definitely very confusing.

HIM:
Hey man whats up ???? Im Eric, Eugenes boyfriend. He told me that he met you at Ambush. Anyways just thought I would say hi. Eugenes said that you could give him a ride from the airport. If you can that would be great cause i cant drive. Anyways just let me know maybe we can get together and go if you want i can pay for the gas. Let me know man later . eric


ME:
Yea, I am able to pick him up from the airport. Not a problem.

I thought that Eugene is your ex, and that you have a boyfriend here... no?


HIM:
Um no !!! lol Eugene didnt tell you that he was coming here for us to be together???? Anyways well why dont you keep in touch and i can meet you at the airport that nite to get him ???? My ex is going to drop me off there at three so then if you dont mind we can ride back with you !!!! Let me know man -Eric

WTF!? I promptly called Mr. Contact.

Apparently everyone is not on the same page. I was under the impression that Mr. Contact was moving out here for a change, and was just going to be staying with his ex, as friends. The ex seems to think that Mr. Contact is "coming here for [them] to be together."

Sounds like a situation straight from The Young and the Restless.

Mr. Contact has assured me that he is not moving out here to rekindle the relationship with his ex. Who the hell knows, though?

Long story short: I am going to approach this as strictly a friendship, and just see what happens. That's really all I can do.

I would really like to retire from the Just Friends League.

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Fate or Coincidence? Pt.1

As you know, I just returned from a two week vacation to the east coast. I was in New Jersey for three days, then Virginia for two days, North Carolina for five, and back to Virginia for four days.

The trip went much better than I had expected, which was a huge relief.

The highlight of my trip had to have been the last few days I was in Virginia. I decided to check out the local nightlife, and wound up at Klub Ambush. Yes, that is how they actually spell it.

I wasn't sure I had arrived at the correct address when I pulled up to a slightly disheveled shopping center. Then I saw it. Wedged between a laundry mat and a thrift store was Klub Ambush. I immediately had to call someone back home to tell all about it. After a couple of minutes on the phone with Matty, I headed in.

Once inside, I started to realize something. Ambush looks just like Static. I am sure that anyone that has seen both would agree. There was one big difference though. NO ONE was dancing. Apparently the fags in VA don't dance.

To be completely honest, I wasn't having much fun, aside from being able to smoke inside. I didn't know a soul. I felt alone. It was like a flashback to my first days at Dream before I knew anyone. I had a Red Bull, chain-smoked, and people-watched.

Then, a boy came up to me and asked me for a light. And told me I was really cute. And suddenly I felt better. I didn't feel so alone.

Mr. Don't Ask, Don't Tell and I chatted for a bit. I told him that I was just visiting from the great state of Colorado. That's when he told me about Mr. Contact. You see, Mr. Contact was moving out to Denver a mere six days after I went home. Mr. DADT tried to arrange an introduction with Mr. Contact, but it never materialized by the end of the night. I wasn't too concerned.

The next day, bored at my parents' house, I was surfing around online with what little internet connection I had. I was browsing the local boys when I came across this little hottie. Upon further inspection, I realized that this hottie was Mr. Contact.

We chatted for a bit and decided to meet up at Ambush the next night and hang out. And that is exactly what we did. When the club was starting to kick everyone out, we decided to hang out together for a while longer, so we went for a drive. After stopping by to see a friend of his we went back to his place. When it came time for me to go, he walked me out to my car. He wanted to see me again before I left, and the feeling was definitely mutual, so we made tentative plans to hang out the next night.

18 hours later I pulled up to his house again.

After some debating, we decided to go to a haunted house down by the oceanfront. I was a little hesitant, considering I am a bit of a pussy when it comes to that kind of stuff. Mr. Contact managed to convince me though. Maybe because he is so fucking cute.

We went to Ambush for about an hour after that, and then back to his place where we watched What's Love Got To Do With It. It made me cringe on many occasions. Then we started to watch Jeepers Creepers.

As time went by, we moved closer and closer to each other. We cuddled. We kissed. We made-out. I didn't want to leave. It was really very.

Four hours later I was flying back to Colorado.

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Back in Black

I'm back!

Sorry for the lapse in blogs, but I just returned home on Tuesday from a two week vacation. Didn't have many opportunities to do it, considering I almost never had substantial internet.

The past three days have been filled with moving stuff to the new house, hanging out with friends, and settling in. Almost finished!

Originally I had intended on blogging a whole bunch, all about my trip to the east coast. Instead, I am going to keep it fairly minimal.

I am so glad to be back. Expect more frequent blogs now that I have a reliable internet source and the time to do it.

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Soulmates

I am sitting here watching Kathy Griffin: My Life on the D-List.

Kathy is sitting at the table with her parents eating dinner.

They are drinking Ecco Domani Pinot Grigio.










The exact same wine I was drinking a mere two or three days ago.

Cheers to Kathy, and our $10 bottle of wine.

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Signal Strength: Excellent

I have internet access!

For the first time in about three days, I have been able to browse YouTube, comment on blogs, and various other things I take for granted.

As you may be able to guess, I am in Virginia. After a 10 hour train ride, I am finally here. My time in New Jersey was fun, and I kinda wish I would have planned for a little more time there. The highlight of my trip had to be drinking Coronas and watching straight porn with some Mexicans.

I have only been at my parent's house for like an hour or so, and I am ready to go. The house is over-crowded, cluttered, and uncomfortable. And this room I am staying in is something else. I don't think there is a single surface that is not covered with some sort of Mickey Mouse memorabilia.

Luckily, we are heading down to North Carolina tomorrow for a week. There I will be able to get away from my parents, or everyone, if I need to.

Now I just need to find some pot. Maybe my aunt will sell me some.

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Comeback

Kaisero11 has returned! How excited am I?



Quite limber, I must say. Makes me think dirty thoughts.

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dysFUNctional

I am starting to worry that this trip is going to be more stressful than I had anticipated.

My dad left me a message today, and when I returned the call, I was greeted by my stepmother. She didn't sound very pleasant, to say the least. Luckily, I was promptly handed off to my father.

Apparently he had called to "get things straight" for the coming week.

"When do you get in?" he asked.

I answered back sarcastically, considering he had been the one to buy the ticket. Sometimes I think he asks questions that he already knows the answers to just so he has something to say or talk about.

He went on to tell me about how life is at the moment. He and my stepmother "aren't doing well" financially it seems. I don't think that would be such a big problem if my stepmother would stop spending money. For the past three years, if I ever ask for money or assistance in any way, I am met with the same excuse.

After the pleasure of hearing about all of their financial woes, I was blessed with a "family update". My stepmother's family, that is.

To make a long story short:

1) One cousin, 16 or 17 years old, got kicked out for getting a tattoo on his neck, and punching his girlfriend.

2) Another cousin, about 15 or 16 years old probably, got arrested for molesting someone.

3) One aunt got a restraining order against an uncle, her brother-in-law.

4) A week-long "family reunion" has seemed to have gone from the usual 50-75 people to about 20 people; most not even staying the full week.

These are just the updates. Maybe when I have a few hours to spare I can give a little more background. Did I mention they all live in Virginia?

Then there was the lecture about not calling or keeping in touch with them. Apparently, it is my responsibility to do that. It's not like they have a phone or anything. My father's main point was that my stepmother is clinically depressed. I guess this means she is incapable of making a phone call. Unless it is to the Home Shopping Network, that is.

He went on to cover other minor details of my trip, and what's going on in my life right now. All the while, adding in mini lectures, and questioning everything I am doing. I think he has enough to worry about in his life; could be beneficial for him to focus on that.

All in all, I have a fairly fucked up family. Then again, who doesn't?

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Pink Skunk

I had my hair colored today, and I must say, it is pretty fucking fabulous.

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The Rule of 72

I was invited to an "open house" tonight to find out a little more about a company, Primerica.

I am not all that sure what to think about it.

It seems to be completely commission-based, and I am not sure that that will work for me in the short-term. It does sound like a good opportunity, overall, though.

Either way, I have a one-on-one interview set up for tomorrow.

In the meantime, I need to keep looking for a solid job for as soon as I get back from vacation and move into the new house.

Until then, I need to do everything I can to move things along. I am sure that everything will fall into place when the time comes, but I can't help but worry.

I really hope this "vacation" goes well. I most definitely need it.

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Paul "Darien" Miera

According to my source, a friend of Darien's "boyfriend", Darien was far from Mexico. According to my source, he was in jail.

I wonder if he's still a top.

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Bottom Blaster

I was casually browsing through the "gaytabase" when I came across something fairly startling.

A friend of mine has created a profile for his arm and Bob, his vibrator.

I expect strange things from this friend, but I think he has gone too far.

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The B-Word

I'm sitting on the bus right now.

I haven't been on a bus in almost three years. It's kind of humbling.

Here's how I see it::

1. I am doing my part to lower pollution.

2. I am saving money. Money that I can use for all my upcoming bills and expenses.

3. I am preparing myself for living in Denver. It would be beneficial to take advantage of public transportation.

This is just a baby step though. I am still very far from taking a bus down Colfax.

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Mr. Nice Guy Strikes Again

Tonight I changed a flat tire,a nd played Cupid.

According to a friend of mine, I am a superhero, a god.

It's about time someone recognize that.

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Sold!

I managed to sell my old laptop today. Mr. StraightQueer bought for $400.

Honestly, I think it is worth more than that, but I highly doubt that I would have been able to sell it for more. I am just happy that I was able to sell it at all.

Now I have some money to take care of these big expenses that have been haunting me. Too bad it won't cover all of them.

I hope my stuff on eBay sells too. God knows I need the money.

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Fox Force Five

"Three tomatoes are walking down the street; Papa tomato, Mama tomato, and Baby tomato. Baby tomato starts lagging behind, and Papa tomato gets really angry. He goes back, squishes him, and says, 'Catch up.'"

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Taste The Explosion

Pop Rocks.

Quite possibly the greatest innovation in the candy industry.

Willy Wonka would be one envious mother fucker. If he didn't invent it first, that is.

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Special Delivery

This is Dave's and my mom's new puppy. His name is Tango. Don't ask.

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Penny Pincher

The past week of my life has been financially heartbreaking.

After my paying bills & debts when I got paid, I was left with $40. Managable, right? Not even.

Especially since I had to get a haircut($30), and pay an overdraft fee($33) for overdrawing my account($.89).

That left me with roughly -$24. No wonder I have had to scrounge around for change just to buy cigarettes.

It is all very pathetic. Luckily, I get paid on Thursday.

Now I just have to figure out how to manage that money, which includes the decision of whether or not to go to Tracks.

Pros: I get to show off my new haircut. I get to leave Longmont. I get to see my Denver boys.

Cons: I will have to hear everyone's $.02 about my hair. I will have $20-$40 less. I will have to trek back to Longmont at 4 AM to take the "niece" to daycare.

Maybe everyone's $.02 will add up to something substantial, i.e. a pack of cigarettes or some gas.

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