no problems with cutting bitches.
What a weekend. I need another day - even though I was draped across the couch for 90% of yesterday. But Saturday was so long... I love the gay pride. Its so debaucherous. This year, it seemed especially big and especially hardcore. I was at the Hyatt for much of the day, after screaming at the parade and milling about at the PrideFest. Awesome. I also spent some time poolside at the Hyatt flirting with some hot boys from Phoenix. They thought I was cute and wanted me to go to the block party with them. I tastefully declined. I could tell they were trouble and had I gone with them, I knew that I would end up ass up on top of a speaker somewhere. Which isn't all bad, I suppose.
Got a new haircut see? I never realized my forehead is the size of a movie screen at the drive-in, but now I now. The camera is a harsh mistress, she is.
I don't think the morning bus driver like me. He says hi to everyone except for me. If he is smiling when I board the bus, his smile vanishes as soon as he realizes its me showing him my pass. What a jerk. But I like him. I think he's nice. He reminds me of my dad, who spent 30 years driving the city bus in LA. I have no idea why he is so cold with me. Maybe because I am not a young lady - he seems to be REAL friendly to them. It hurts my feelin's.
The class I am teaching next semester is full. Forty students. I am starting to freak. What if they don't like/respect/listen to me? I mean, I AM practically the same age as them.... (kinda). What if I look fat or dumb? What if my zipper is down on the first day of class and I am forever labeled as that "gay guy who tried to flash his junk at us."
We need a new air conditioner. And until we get one I am gonna be a sweaty smelly boy. And not in the lusty dirty way. But rather in the drippy germy way. Gross.
Got a new haircut see? I never realized my forehead is the size of a movie screen at the drive-in, but now I now. The camera is a harsh mistress, she is.
I don't think the morning bus driver like me. He says hi to everyone except for me. If he is smiling when I board the bus, his smile vanishes as soon as he realizes its me showing him my pass. What a jerk. But I like him. I think he's nice. He reminds me of my dad, who spent 30 years driving the city bus in LA. I have no idea why he is so cold with me. Maybe because I am not a young lady - he seems to be REAL friendly to them. It hurts my feelin's.
The class I am teaching next semester is full. Forty students. I am starting to freak. What if they don't like/respect/listen to me? I mean, I AM practically the same age as them.... (kinda). What if I look fat or dumb? What if my zipper is down on the first day of class and I am forever labeled as that "gay guy who tried to flash his junk at us."
We need a new air conditioner. And until we get one I am gonna be a sweaty smelly boy. And not in the lusty dirty way. But rather in the drippy germy way. Gross.