Everyone Hail To The Pumpkin Song . . .

Happy Halloween!!! Nothing has really happened so far today. In fact, the apartment complex seems to be like totally deserted . . . maybe there was some chemical gas that leaked out and killed everyone in the complex but me. And tonite they're all going to come back to life and pretend to be trick or treating, but really come in and steal all my Sarah Brightman and Rufus Wainwright cds. And they will try to suck my soul as well, screaming, "I'll swallow your soul! I'll swallow your soul!!!" But my magic faggy powers will save me because they'll bust down my door and look at the apartment and say, "Damn, this guy has taste. We need more of him in this world. We better leave him be and maybe contract him later to decorate other peoples' homes and our mausoleums." Then they will apologize for rudely breaking down my door and slowly, in that dead-zombie like walk, clamber down the stairs and go in search of other less-classy souls.

I went to Subway today to get lunch and the guy who made my sandwhich looked like a ghetto Elijah Wood. I was like "Hello there, Frodo. How's the Shire today?" And then he turned around and his pants were at half mast on his ass. I shook my head, gave a little laugh, and took my sandwhich.

Anyway -- for your Halloween delights -- This is Halloween.

Another Round of Class

Well today starts my 6th class with University of Phoenix Online. This class is "Programming Concepts." I took a class that is supposed to be very similar to this about 2 years ago, but UoP decided it didn't meet all of the requirements, so I have to take it again. Of course. But that's ok. At least I'm starting to get into stuff that I'm actually interested in.

Five weeks of constant schooling again. So this will take me up through December 10, I believe -- oh yes, which means I won't be in class for my birthday! How nice! (Not that I plan on doing anything -- but still . . .)

In the meanwhile, I'm still plugging away at searching for a job. If you know of anyone who needs help with a website or a marketing assistant or anything like that, please let me know.

Teen 'Brought Closer To God' By Sniper Shooting

God bless, the poor boy. On so many levels. I think it's wonderful that this whole event brought him closer to God -- but it's a shame it didn't bring him closer to a pair of scissors. Check that hair! And no, i'm not being a biggot -- I had bad hair when I was his age too -- (of course, most of the time, I still have bad hair.) But to be on CNN with that thing? Really. Someone should have said something.

New Guest Blogger

Welcome to my new guest blogger -- Miss Rachel Primadonna. She writes some funny shit, y'all. So be sure give her your full attention. Who knows how often she'll write. So I'm thrilled she did. She said she feels like this is like "taking a dump in public " -- meaning she feels exposed.

LOL. Welcome to the blogging community, Rachel.

A Sheep In a Den of Wolves

Isn't it funny how adventurous some outings become?

Today started with me going to see Scary Movie 3 with a group of friends -- funny movie, if not a little short and irritating (in parts). Funny shit, tho -- y ou should go see it. There were parts that I just laughed and laughed and parts where I was all "that is just so wrong on so many levels."

After the movie, I raced downtown to go practice some songs with Brad, my friend from Guava Lamp. I was singing tonite in a benefit for some local AIDS charity that was hosted at Ripcord -- the local Leather/S&M bar. I was supposed to meet Brad there at 7, and he said to just go in and look for him. So . . .in I went.

I have never felt so out of place in all my life. I seriously felt like a sheep (since i'm so innocent and such) walking into a den of wolves. I wandered about aimlessly (looking everso twinkish . . . well, ok . . . not so much twinkish -- but definitely not the leather type) trying to ignore the numerous eyes that were shifting in my direction. Finally, partly out of embarrassment, and because I couldn't find Brad, I exited the building and stood outside.

I called my good friend, Adam, because I was like "OMG, I'm in a leather bar and I feel like a play toy." I'm standing on the corner -- in the cold (50 degrees out) and in the rain waiting for Brad to show up and talking to Adam, and this car pulls up to the stop sign next to me.

I'm casually talking to Adam and I notice that the guy in the car is staring at me. I kind'a pretended I didn't see his eyes and then I noticed something. He was jacking off. As in -- no pants on. And he kept staring at me. I was telling Adam all this on the phone. And he began to shift himself so I could see better. I was starting to freak out and then he turned on the dome light. I was like "oh jesus."

Thankfully, Brad turned the corner and was my savior. I said, "OMG, Brad - I am SO glad you're here." And we went inside and the car drove away.

The benefit went very well. It lasted a little under and hour -- I sang two songs, one with Brad (RENT). We raised $210 for the charity, which is very good considering it was crowded out all. I got a lot of compliments and the hosts of the charity asked for my number so they could have my perform at the next charity event. Audrey (another fellow Guava Lamp-er) also sang and did very well. She is so pretty (for a girl) (and for a lesbian). And she sings the shit out of Heart and Stevie Nicks. (Oh yah -- that reminds me -- I heard a joke . . . What do you call Stevie Wonder when he shaves? . . . . Stevie Nicks! LOL)

Anyway -- it actually turned out to be a really fun night (despite some of the creepy stares, and the assortment of anal beads on the wall(s)). And I'm glad that I was able to contribute something to the community I live (sorta) in.

My Mother, A Siamese Twin

Today was a family get together to celebrate my aunt's 40th birthday (which is really tomorrow). We went to Chili's to have snacks and drinks and such. While we were gathered around the table, my mom and my aunt started talking about some guy that used to hang around them in a club and how irritating he was. Apparently my mother was quite agitated with men and she used to tell people that her and my aunt were originally siamese twins, connected at the whoo-haa down below the belt. And when they separated them, my aunt is the one who go the "part" so they should go talk to her instead. I just about fell out.

My family discusses very odd things when we're together -- from menstrual cycles, to dog farts, -- and tonite, we talked about some guy who had major explosive diarrhea and it like went all over the bathroom, and then he had to throw up (food poisoning or something) and he had to throw up in the diarrhea bowl.

All this during dinner. My aunt summed it up best tho -- "It's not the diarrhea that I hate -- it's the feeling of pissing through my asshole that I can't stand." Well said, well said.

For Joz and Adam

Que Sera Sera . . . whatever will be will be . . .

The Pumpkin Martini

Ok -- who knew they even made Pun'kin liqueur.

The Pumpkin Martini

3 ounces Bols Pumpkin Smash liqueur
1 ounce Captain Morgan Original Spiced Rum
1 dash half-and-half

Ground cinnamon, for garnish

INSTRUCTIONS: Shake the ingredients over ice, and strain into a cocktail glass rimmed with sugar and cinnamon. Sprinkle a little more cinnamon on top.

Serves 1

Fear For Your Life!

Why? Why must they do this? Can we say that someone is trying to ride on the coat tails of someone else's success?

And it's a musical!? Bah on them. I hope it fails miserably. Bastard people.

http://www.thelordoftheringsmusical.com/

From Fudruckers to Wal-Mart

Today was a fun day! I spent part of of the day preparing for my interview tomorrow (ironing clothes, hair cut, etc.) and then the rest of the day looking at jobs, reviewing my resume, and spending time with friends.

On my way home from getting my hair cut, we saw Glorene's car at Fudrucker's and decided to stop and say hi. We ended up staying there till like 5:15 playing cards and talking to some new found friends at the table next to us. We met Diana, Ryan, and Bill. They were curious as to local gay bars/clubs in the area and we were quick to point them to Rich's/SoBe/JRs/O/Guava Lamp. They said they'll be at Guava tomorrow nite, so here's to a good time!

Later this evening, I realized I had to go buy starch to iron my shirt for tomorrow . . . so I went to Wal-Mart (at 1am) so I could do my bi-weekly grocery shopping. I was in desparate need of garbage bags, but the isle for the bags was roped off (like some police "do not cross" line). I was irritated because several of the isles were roped off like this. How am I supposed to do my shopping if I can't get in the isle. So I went under the robe and grabbed my bags and quickly made my way back to my all-too squeeky cart.

As I was walking back to the car I was accosted by this rather ethnic individual and snarled and beared at his me mentioning something in broken English about how he was waxing the floors. I was like "Sorry. I need trash bags and I don't think people will complain if the Wal-Mart floors aren't waxed according to Neiman Marcus standards." I cracked a little smile and threw the bags in the cart and mosied on down the main path to get my frozen crap. Then as I was trying to check out (there was only ONE checkout lane), I was blocked off by MORE waxers. I was like "hey, I just need to check out. Gimme 2 minutes and I'll be on my way." They quickly waxed the floor and I was did my bidness and went out to the car.

It's currently 60 out right now and it's about 130% humidity outside. Disgusting. Not to mention, it smelt like some wet grass or old wet wood that was burning outside. Absolutely foul. I've seen gangreenous feet that smelt better than that.

And now it's 2am, and I'm about to go to bed so I don't look like some heroin addict as I role into the interview at 1pm. Wish me luck folks. I could really use this position with USA (United Space Alliance). (Although, they wouldn't tell me exactly what the job was . . . .only that I appeared to be qualified for it. So it could be janitorial service for all I know.)

Where Does The Time Go!?

This weekend just zipped right past without me even noticing. How does that happen?

So Friday, I was ALL excited because Texas Chainsaw Massacre came out. We had plans ( a group of 7 of us) to go see the 11:10pm showing. We got there, and the line wrapped all the way around the theatre. And we were 45 minutes early. We opted to see a later viewing and stood in line (at the front this time) to see it so we could all be together. An hour and half later, we were sitting in the theatre (all together even) waiting for the movie to start.

The movie was fantastic, except for the fact that it was hotter than a summer in hell in that theatre. I was sitting with Daniel and Rick and I swear I'm going to have bruises on my leg from Rick grabbing it so hard during the movie. His little squeals and shrieks were hilarious. Hooks, and knives, and chainsaws, and bloody brains on benches . . . the chases were intense . . . the acting was surprisingly good . . . and the fear factor was great! You SO need to go see this. I can't wait for the DVD!

Saturday nite, I went down to Tiki Island with some friends and we all talked and they hooked up the frozen margarita machines. I was supposed to spend the nite there . . . I had changed clothes into some sweat pants and they wanted me to move my car. I'm walking down the stairs outside (in my socks) when I manage to slip and bump down about 8 stairs. I now have a bruise on my ass that is the size of a good steak. I'm not impressed. (And it hurts like hell.) Then I was in a bad mood. And this was really LOUD and irritating girl named Laura who just would NOT shut up. So I finally was like "hey all you drunk people, I'm going to go home." (This was about 3:30am). So -- I did. Hehe. It was fun, fairly uneventful, but fun.

Last nite, I went to Guava. There was like NO one there. Which was kind'a fun. Everyone was talking about ugly dicks (the "Gonzo Dick") and ugly vaginas. Doug and I did two cabaret performances (meaning, I played the piano and he sang) -- and I sang Rent with Brad (again). Fairly uneventful as well, but had a blast.

And now I'm home and trying to finish my school work. My last day of class is Wednesday . . . and I'm SO thrilled. This class has really just dragged on and on and on . . .

Another IP to Ban

Here you go, fellow bloggers. Another IP for you to ban from your site before you get hit with stupid ass spam.

Ban away!

In Honor Of Glorene

In honor of Glorene's win against the Lesbians (like it's some kind of fight against cancer), I am presenting you with this version of

Proud Mary by Prozak for Lovers

No, it's not Tina. In fact, it's about as far away from Tina and Ike as you can get. But even still, I hold my glass (empty as it may be) high to Glorene.

$100 Night at Guava!

What a turn of events for me this evening. The night started with me questioning whether I was even going to go to Guava tonite -- but my friend Glorene was like "Yah, let's go." So, of we journeyed -- the 45 minute trek to Guava Lamp.

It was sooo packed tonite -- and I hate it when it's packed. I'm very shy and I don't really like talking to people, much less complete strangers. It really takes me a while to warm up to people unless they hit me up for conversation. Anyway -- so there's this little 3 question contest for the Bewitched Ball. The final question was something like "What was the name of the main female lead in Rocky Horror Picture Show?" Of course, I raise my hand and blurt out "JANET" -- and amazingly, I won. I was quickest to the draw. So I won a free ticket to the ball, which I'm not going to. So I gave the ticket and the weird little bag of shampoo and lotion (???) to this girl named Jennifer (whom I don't know.) Hope you have a good time, doll.

And my lord, there were so many lesbians there tonite. That much testosterone in one place scares me. It was like walking into a store that sells only Brut Cologne and products.

So, I convince my friend Glorene to enter the contest. She does -- sings Miss Tina's "Proud Mary" -- and kicked the shit ouf of that song. She was so hot. And that bitch won $100. Even against a lesbian. That's really saying something, because there's this total Lesbian Conspiracy™ at Guava. If a lesbian sings, you can forget the competition. It's like a big union or something. So congrats to Glorene! You're a hot bitch.

So, I'm standing at the bar talking to my bartender, James, (the only bartender I go to now), (so make sure you always works Wednesday and Sunday nites, James), and this hootchie girl walks in with bleach blonde hair that is piled up on her head like some sad reject from a Samantha Fox video, this black and white mini-skirt hoo hoo thing that *I THINK* came straight out of Milli Vanilli's closet -- and *lord, help me* these dayglo pink stilleto shoes . . . like this is Debbie Gibson's "Electric Youth." Get a clue. What do you think this is? Numbers?

Anyway, so once again, I smell like I've saved 14 crippled children from a burning building. And I'm glad to be home, because I am a tired bitch. My head hurts like nothing else, and I'm too stupid to just go to bed. No, I had to write in my blog. I'm so dedicated, let me tell you.

By the way, I'm about ready for someone to take me out to dinner. If you would like to volunteer for such a privledge, just leave a comment or if you really use your imagination, you can find my e-mail and drop me a line. I don't bite. Ok, that's a lie. I do. But I've yet to break skin . . . ;)

Rocky Over The Rainbow

My very good, hot friend, Ron, from the Netherlands Immed me today. We tend to chat like once or twice a month -- but when we do, it's typically for hours. Anyway -- we were talking about this that and the other, about how he needs to come and sweep me away in all his Dutch glory, and he said he wanted to send me a song.

Science Fiction, Double Feature (Right-click/Save-As)

Apparently, there is a production (in Dutch, of course) called Rocky Over The Rainbow -- and it's like a cross between Rocky Horror and Wizard of Oz. I was QUITE impressed with the vocals. And it's quite funny too. (Especially amusing is Ding Dong, The Bitch Is Here). Anyway, I don't know if or where you can buy this, but it's really too too funny.

Confessions 101

Ever want to read people's darkest and semi-remorseful confessions? All the little mean things they've done to people and never told anyone? All the other women (and men) they've slept with while being "faithful" to their wife of 16 years? Or my personal favorite . . .

Me and a friend, after a serious drinking session were walking to the next pub. A young (7?) year old girl was having a garden sale, selling off her old teddies and suchlike. Well, me and my drinking buddy bought a fluffy tomato off her, then proceeded to kick it down the road. At this point she started bawling. We then skewered it into the local church railings and set fire to it. Hysterically laughing all the time, we could hear her father saying "You sold it too them, its theirs now" over her distraught tears. The episode has probably scarred her for life but I still have a chuckle thinking about it. Hell, I'm laughing now.

Oh, we also did the same thing with a doll being used as a substitute Jesus in a nativity outside the local church. Didn't set it on fire this time, just poked its eyes out before skewering it.

Well now you can. Grouphug.us Thanks to Miss Jozjozjoz for point this out.

Wheee! We're Cheap (But Fabulous)!

10:30pm -- I'm chatting with my friend Rachel on the phone about this and that -- and then we randomly decide "Hey, let's go to Eros. When does it close? Midnight. -- Sweet, let's go." So off I go to pick her up and we continue on to Porn Store O' America.

Rachel is always so fun to go porn shopping with. Mind you -- I don't actully buy porn. I buy the clothes in the back (underwear, club clothes, etc.). So, we start walking back and we stop to admire all the cool stripper clothes.

"Ya know, I've always had this 'inner-stripper,' " Rachel says as she plays with the boobies of one of the outfits. I was like "Wow -- that much wire!? How can they wear that? Can't be comfortable. Glad I'm a guy. At least with us, it's like "less is more.""

So we continued eyeing the corsets and weird sparkly bra-things with tassles. And we finally ventured back to the guys club-wear. And lo and behold, they're having a clearance sale. Everthing was like $7.50. I had to lean against the counter filled with penis-pumps, waiting for the palpatations to subside.

I walked away with two pairs of this fine-ass boxer briefs that are normally $45 each. They're both camo -- one's tan and green, and the other is black, white, and gray. I also got a matching tanktop for $7.50. WAY nice. Rachel found these REALLY TACKY silk boxer shorts with silhouettes of cowboys on horses. They're black and white and something I'd never be caught dead (or alive) in. She says they "pajamas." But we all really know, now don't we Rachel.

Anyway -- I was surprised by the employees there. They were extremely helpful and NORMAL. Holy shit -- it was amazing. Last time I went, this creepy guy was hitting on me and gave me like 30 of his cards to pass out to my friends. He said I could get a discount or something . . . I was like "Um, ew." But they were very normal this time and made us laugh. Bless the porn store workers.

Uggghhh . . . .

2:51am -- Just pulled in from a nite at Guava with Michael-gurl -- and I am a tired bitch. Sometimes it really sucks living in Seabrook, ya know? This whole 30-45 minute drive really sucks sometimes. Of course, Michael and I gossipped and bitched the whole way back (we sang Tammy Wynette the whole way there). Talked about the mysteries of life.

Like why I'm 26, single, and the one people always consider the good, innocent friend.
Like why these multi-million dollar movies (such as House of the Dead) get produced, yet there are people who don't have an education.
Like I why I had to hear that really bad girl sing "Foolish Games" tonite at Guava.
Like why these protentious and queeny little twinky boys can get a guy at the drop of a hat, when I have to practically pay drunken, homeless men to whistle at me. (Well, I guess that isn't really a mystery -- I mean, they all look like they're straight from an Abercrombie poster, and me -- I look more like I'm from the back of a milk carton.)

Ya know -- btw -- I had this dream two nites ago. It's crazy. There's this guy I kind'a like (no names mentioned or anything) and I had brought him flowers and all was good. He kind'a left and I started talking to his absolutely gorgeous guy and said his name was "Phoenix." He was so wonderful, and nice, and charming, etc. And I went to this shop and was talking to these people and these people were like, "OMG, you don't want to be involved with him -- he's schizophrenic. He has 8 personalities."

OK -- even in my dreams, I can't find a decent guy. LOL. 8 personalities, my ass. Sheesh.

*Yawn* OK, I'm tired. And Adam, my internet boyfriend (v. 2.3) is tired too. So we're both going to go to bed. Of course, he's in Phoenix, and I'm in . . . Seabrook. Bleh. Maybe I need another cat.

Do NOT Go See This!

I went to see House of the Dead last nite with my friend Patrick. Granted, I wasn't expecting "The Exorcist" or anything truly spectacular. In fact, I hadn't even really been all that excited about going to see it. But it's a precursor to "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" and "Gothika" -- so we went.

Within the first 10 minutes of the movie, I saw more breasts than I have in like the past 3 years. And it was totally not necessary. You'd think we were watching BayWatch or something. Ok, so the kids (one of whom is a male underwear model -- yah, my ass -- ) finally get to "Isle de la Morte" on some fishing boat to go to this major happenin' rave (which was taking place during the day outside???) So they walk up the rave and pass over this way cheesey bubbling pond with that stupid ass fog over it. What do they think this is? Lord of the Rings?

Obviously no one is there - but this doesn't seem to concern anyone except the smart pretty girl who likes to fence (like with swords). So they all go off and presumably have sex. Well one girl gets picked off right at the beginning. Which was good, cuz she was annoying as hell.

Anyway -- the story goes on and it's really lame. Really bad dialogue. Really bad sets. Really really bad dialogue. Really bad photography. Really bad special effects. Really really really bad dialogue. Whoever wrote the script should have his guild card confiscated.

The only thing that I liked was the little scene transitions where they showed a very brief clip from the game. And it was cute the first two times. After the 14,239th time, it got old. Makes me never want to play the game again.

Seriously, this is the kind of movie I would expect to be playing on ABC on a Sunday early afternoon. It was SO cheesy I wanted to go home and take a shower. Out of five stars, I would have to say that this movie is so bad, it robs other movies of the stars they have. The suckage is that bad.

Michael-gurl is Fabulous!

I went out to Rich's tonite with a bunch of friends to see Michael's last performance for the rest of this year. Michael does "drag" every once in a while at really rakes in the cash. Of course, as you can see, he really looks like a girl. In fact, he dresses like a girl 100% of the time (I've never known Michael as a guy, actually). I've been too all but one of his shows (cuz I was sick) and I really consider Michael to be one of my best friends.

The show tonite was most excellent. She performed to Dido's White Flag, two songs I don't know (one by Garbage), and Erotica by Madonna. It was a lot of fun and Michael did an excellent job. And since Michael isn't doing shows at Rich's anymore this year, that means I don't have to go back until next year! Hooray!!! Maybe I'll get Michael to perform for my birthday in December. :)

Anyway, so I'm driving home, going over the Clear Lake bridge and there are police lights everywhere down by the water. Two fire trucks, two ambulences, and lord knows how many police cars and TWO or three police boats. I have no idea what was going on, but people were running around like mad. Crazy stuff.

I'm officially ready for REAL fall weather. Let's get nippy. Let the leaves change and fall. Let the humidity subside. Let me find someone to cuddle with . . . *sigh* But I won't go into that. Have a great weekend!

A Shot Of Guava

So my friends Patrick, Yvette, and I went out to Guava Lamp again last nite. Yvette didn't drink tonite -- so there was no hair-vomit (which is a good thing). Stephen eventually showed up and he wouldn't drink -- until I bought him a kamakazi shot. Then he was like "why did you do that." But he drank it anyway. Then I was gettin' all lovey-dovey on Steph. LOL He's so shy and such an easy target. :)

Anyway, this big drunk guy picked up Toddicus and dropped him . . . could have been considerably bad. I'm really suprised Todd didn't kick the shit out of the guy. I would have. (LOL -- well, ok -- perhaps not -- but then again, if I were anymore passive, I'd quit breathing.). I bought Todd and Brad both shots (a get well soon present. LOL)

I didn't sing last nite. It was pretty crowded and again, I just wasn't really feelin' it. We left after contest. Plus, it's not like I'm anything spectacular (and the quality of my voice tends to decline once I enter Guava from all the yelling). Put my in the shower and I'll charm the clothes off you, singing like a little angel. Put me in a smokey bar filled with lesbians and I suddenly sound like Bea Arthur with larengitis.

The Life Insurance Tree

LOL -- ok, so that was a stupid title. But whatever. Here is my latest little doodle. The oddly anorexic tree.

IP Banning

Thankfully, I have not been hit by that much blogging spam -- Just two in the last two weeks (from the same person). Something Discount Life Insurance. I don't know. However, I thought I would supply you with the IP address so you too can ban his ass from commenting on your site. I know he's been posting on a few other peoples' sites . . .

His IP address is:

So to hell with your discount life insurance. If I want life insurance, I will certainly not be buying it online. Thanks.

3:01 -- Time For Bed

Guava was so much fun tonite. Obviously, (like I said in my previous post) I ended up going to Guava. My very good friend, Patrick is in town from Orlando for a week, and I thought I would take him and his friend Yvette to Guava. We got there and lil' Doug and Nicole met us up there.

I really wasn't going to sing tonite . . . but I was finally coaxed into singing a really bad version of Come What May. I'd been screaming all nite -- and you people need to understand that when I've been screamin' there's no way my songs are going to come out sounding in the least bit pretty. So bleh on Come What May.

Drank a lot of kamakazis tonite. LOL. Yvette totally got trashed. Threw up twice on the way home (i had to stop the car twice) LOL. Was way funny. It got in her hair (cuz she has her some Bernedette Peters style hair).

Then I went to Whataburger and . . . lord, I'm gonna hate myself tomorrow . . .had two potato, egg & cheese taquitos . . . . and a sausage breakfast biscuit thing. And dammmmmnnn . . . they were good. Probably not worth the 300 grams of fat I jus ingested -- but still . . . they were good. So tomorrow it's salad and water. Bleh.

Anyway. I'm exhausted and I smell like an ash tray. Think I might have to lay off Guava on Wednesday . . . . (of course, I say this every posting) -- but I really need to catch up on my school work -- not to mention, finish my portfolio at www.michael-hobley.com.

OHhhh -- HAHHAHAHAA -- funniest comment tonite. Todd (Karaoke emcee guy) (aka Toddicus) went to the Ren. Fest today and got totally burnt. Nicole said he looked like an Oompa Loompa because his eyebrows were considerably noticable. LOLOLOL. We laughed A LOT at that. In fact, I laughed a LOT tonite, in general.

Glad Patrick's home for a week. Miss my friend. Love you, Patrick.

Anyway, you people e-mail me, please! The only e-mails I got this weekend were from some freak in Liberia who said he wanted to give me some millions of dollars . . . . whatever. Use Paypal, and I'll believe it. Pay first, explain later.

*night* kids.

Update: Wig In A Box

The Hedwig tribute album entitled "Wig in a Box" will be released October 21, 2003. You can pre-order it now and if you're one of the first 200 people to pre-order, you'll get a free poster of some sort. I pre-ordered. LOL. Only $15 including shipping. Same price as Todd's book (with shipping). This is a benefit album for the Harvey Milk School. And of course, you want to know the track list . . . Oh yah, right-click to "save as".

-Rufus Wainwright (The Origin of Love)
-Sleater-Kinney & Fred Schneider (Angry Inch)
-They Might Be Giants (The Long Grift)
-Frank Black (Sugar Daddy)
-Robyn Hitchcock (City of Women)
-Imperial Teen (Freaks)
-The Breeders (Wicked Little Town-Hedwig Version)
-Bob Mould (Nailed)
-Polyphonic Spree (Wig in a Box)
-John Cameron Mitchell and Stephen Trask (Milford Lake)
-Stephen Colbert (Ladies & Gentlemen)
-Spoon (Tear Me Down)
-Yoko Ono & Yo La Tengo (Hedwig's Lament/Exquisite Corpse)
-Ben Kweller with Ben Folds & Ben Lee (Wicked Little Town-Tommy Gnosis Version)
-Cyndi Lauper & The Minus 5 (Midnight Radio)
-Jonathan Richman (Origin of Love--Reprise)

A Bunch of Asses at Rich's

Last nite I went out with Taylor -- Rick's boyfriend -- to Rich's to see our friend Michael-gurl perform. It just happened to be the underwear social -- and there just happened to be like only 3 people in their underwear. Was quite amusing, actually. Anyway, Rick is off in Miami, living it up on the beach -- so we thought we'd go out and have some fun.

We went to see Michael perform, as I said before, and she had gone out and bought this swanky underwear for her song -- and gurl was lookin' good! The bitches cut her from the show cuz some nasty lady whom I'd never seen before decided to perform -- OH -- and this "Christina" came out in nothing but a pair of cotton balls covering her shit -- So that was ass #1.

Then the little photographer man came over and said that Taylor's photos from his little strip performance a few weeks before were ready and could buy some for $4 a piece. He was ass #2. Then I saw the pictures and saw plenty of Taylor's ass -- that was ass #3.

I also met some nice people there last nite. Brandon, one of Taylor's friends, was really nice. We were standing outside of Rich's talking (after Rich's had closed) when one of my ex's comes stumbling out with some nasty guy. He saw me, and for some reason our relationship is extremely hostile. I haven't talked to the boy in like 11-12 years -- so I don't know why he is so hostile, but judging from his behavior -- he hasn't changed at all. Anyway, so we're talking -- and they walk by us and stop right at the side of us and start making out. I was like "whatever, grow up." Didn't acknowledge anything, just kept talking -- and they left. So that was ass #4.

One word. SKANK.

All in all, tho -- it was mucho fun -- and it was nice spending time with Taylor.

Don't Know What's Wrong

I've been trying to post an entry for the past day -- and it's this ONE entry that will not post. I have NO reason why. I thought it was a database error. It has about 5 links it and it simply will not post. I get a 500 error.

But I can post otherh entries. Anyone know why by any chance?

State of Grace II: Turning To Peace

All you fans of Paul Schwartz (of Aria and Aria 2 fame) will be thrilled to know that State of Grace II: Turning To Peace will be released on October 7th. You can listen to all the tracks (in their entirety) at www.paulschwartz.com I think that this album is particularly better than the first State of Grace, but it also good (in fact, they're all good -- you should buy them all!)

Not Feelin' It

So I went to Gauva again tonite -- and ya know -- I really just wasn't feelin in it. I went with my good friend, Michael (gurl), and we chatted and had some fabulous little shots and drinks and stuff -- but really -- I was so not in the mood to be there. Which is why at 12:22am, I'm home and not at Gauva singing.

So I think I may be done with Guava for a while. Which is actually good, cuz I'm broke and can't afford to be going out all the time. Of course, I say that -- and how much you bitches wanna bet i'll be there this sunday. But I really don't know. We'll see.

Progress, My Friend . . . Progress.

Well, I'm thrilled to death. I have now been caffeine-free (as in NO cokes or dr. pepper) in over two and a half weeks -- and I'm eating so much healthier -- watching my fat intake and carb intake (and general calorie intake) and I have lost weight. Not only have I lost weight, but I feel so much better.

Of course, my face had to totally break out in the process . . . but hey -- at least I'm getting thin again.

I don't know exactly how much I've lost because I don't have a scale -- but my pants are not as tight -- so that's a pretty sure sign. Yay me!

So for lunch today -- I'm having a Roasted Chicken Breast sandwhich from Subway (on Honey Oat bread) with fat-free Ranch. And water. That's all I drink now. Water. (well, and wine and kamakazi shots).

See y'all at Guava tonite!