Time for your weekly party report! It's going to be brief because I feel dizzy.
The husband and I showed up at
psychickyouth's house last night, and I gave him and his girl shirts to borrow because, well, they asked me to. The shirts started out white, and hopefully still are. We walked to Independent Bar downtown and enjoyed vodka tonics made with the finest well-brand alcohol.
We danced to our 80's music and saw McG on the dancefloor. FINALLY Uncle Sebsis showed up as we were leaving which was a shame, but my usual endurance was fading and it was time to go. You know I am the party girl who usually is the last one to leave, but even I have my limits. The husband and I had the long walk back to my car ahead of us, so we got some delicious white pizza and took the scenic route around Lake Eola. Apparently he whipped it out and peed on the sidewalk by the lake, much to the delight of passerby. I told you I love my proper Englishmen, right St. George?
Feeling ok today after breakfast and espresso. I don't think I'll be hitting the treadmill, but I won't be in bed all day, either. I might grab a cat to snuggle with, and watch Caberet for the 10th time. It's my favorite musical. That's my little secret---I love musicals. I am a gay man trapped inside a woman's body (oops, the other secret's out).
I have one more day tomorrow being what I like to call a "part-time retail zombie". 9 months ago my good friend really needed some help at the store she manages, and offered me a job w/ decent pay for 20 hours a week. My real gig is also 20 hours, so I thought sure, I can work full-time like everyone else and have some fun working with my girl. The job itself sucks, but we've had our fun moments reading her trash magazines like Us Weekly, drinking coffee, flirting w/ the possibly gay hottie boy next door. I even fell asleep on the floor once a few weeks ago after a carb overload (so much for my well-respected work ethic). My main complaint is that she turns on the bullshit manager personality when we work, and uses words like "issues" when usually she says things too unladylike for me to repeat. She takes it personally that I don't care for or need the job, and that I've done less with her socially since I see her at work. It's not coincidental that she eliminated my hours for the whole month of April, and I yelled at her for not discussing it with me.
***Rule #1: Be direct and upfront with me or I have no respect for you***
I told her that I did not need to be treated this way and have my hours given to HER NEIGHBOR she just hired, so I quit. Then she says "Oh, do you WANT me to give you more hours?"
What? No, honey, we're through.
So the moral is, DO NOT work for a friend. It started out as fun and a little extra money, but now our friendship is fucked up.
Back to 3-day weekends, YES!!!
Still waiting on Courtney to accept my friendship *crosses fingers*
love, your princess, KKS
***edited to add***
Isn't my fav girl line-up just the hottest ever? I wish my Maya was still there, but I've found another gorgeous Swedish girl, Coma. Everyone should have a beautiful Swedish girl in their favorites, so do it now!
Oh, and, go listen to Kylie Minogue (sp?) I heard her album at psychickyouth's last night, because he is a disco dolly. He and I give it 2 snaps, 1 pair of jazz hands, and a pivot turn.
Did I say this was going to be a brief journal entry?
The husband and I showed up at
psychickyouth's house last night, and I gave him and his girl shirts to borrow because, well, they asked me to. The shirts started out white, and hopefully still are. We walked to Independent Bar downtown and enjoyed vodka tonics made with the finest well-brand alcohol.
We danced to our 80's music and saw McG on the dancefloor. FINALLY Uncle Sebsis showed up as we were leaving which was a shame, but my usual endurance was fading and it was time to go. You know I am the party girl who usually is the last one to leave, but even I have my limits. The husband and I had the long walk back to my car ahead of us, so we got some delicious white pizza and took the scenic route around Lake Eola. Apparently he whipped it out and peed on the sidewalk by the lake, much to the delight of passerby. I told you I love my proper Englishmen, right St. George?
Feeling ok today after breakfast and espresso. I don't think I'll be hitting the treadmill, but I won't be in bed all day, either. I might grab a cat to snuggle with, and watch Caberet for the 10th time. It's my favorite musical. That's my little secret---I love musicals. I am a gay man trapped inside a woman's body (oops, the other secret's out).
I have one more day tomorrow being what I like to call a "part-time retail zombie". 9 months ago my good friend really needed some help at the store she manages, and offered me a job w/ decent pay for 20 hours a week. My real gig is also 20 hours, so I thought sure, I can work full-time like everyone else and have some fun working with my girl. The job itself sucks, but we've had our fun moments reading her trash magazines like Us Weekly, drinking coffee, flirting w/ the possibly gay hottie boy next door. I even fell asleep on the floor once a few weeks ago after a carb overload (so much for my well-respected work ethic). My main complaint is that she turns on the bullshit manager personality when we work, and uses words like "issues" when usually she says things too unladylike for me to repeat. She takes it personally that I don't care for or need the job, and that I've done less with her socially since I see her at work. It's not coincidental that she eliminated my hours for the whole month of April, and I yelled at her for not discussing it with me.
***Rule #1: Be direct and upfront with me or I have no respect for you***
I told her that I did not need to be treated this way and have my hours given to HER NEIGHBOR she just hired, so I quit. Then she says "Oh, do you WANT me to give you more hours?"
What? No, honey, we're through.
So the moral is, DO NOT work for a friend. It started out as fun and a little extra money, but now our friendship is fucked up.
Back to 3-day weekends, YES!!!
Still waiting on Courtney to accept my friendship *crosses fingers*
love, your princess, KKS
***edited to add***
Isn't my fav girl line-up just the hottest ever? I wish my Maya was still there, but I've found another gorgeous Swedish girl, Coma. Everyone should have a beautiful Swedish girl in their favorites, so do it now!
Oh, and, go listen to Kylie Minogue (sp?) I heard her album at psychickyouth's last night, because he is a disco dolly. He and I give it 2 snaps, 1 pair of jazz hands, and a pivot turn.
Did I say this was going to be a brief journal entry?
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olddirtybastard:
Why yes, I did say Ducati! Wanna go for a ride? 
olddirtybastard:
That's what I meant, silly! Just say when, and I will make a guest appearance on the nanner-cycle. 