It's Sunday night, 4:30am. As is usual on nights I'm not booked on a temp assignment for the following morning, the cell phone is on and next to my bed. It rings. Groggy, I look at the caller ID. It's Rob, one of my regular surfer boy hookups. Evidently, he wants to fuck. I'd be game except for the little fact that it's...oh, 4:30am and I've been ( Read more... )

As I've written before, I'm friends with many of what I call the Taxi Boys, a group of guys who work for a bike taxi service that transports tourists and partygoers to points downtown. Most have varying degrees of attraction to me. A few (namely, T.) have even outright hit on me. I don't mind this; I'm a flirt and the boys are smart enough to know ( Read more... )

As I do most weekend nights, I head downtown for adventure around 1am. Nothing ever gets started downtown before 1am.

( In which I bust my kava cherry. )

So while I'm playing catch up with anyone who cares what happened to me in the past year or so and hasn't been following me on Facebook or Twitter, I'll eventually get there. Which means (a) what gigs I've landed and (b) the scorecard of guys I've hooked up with ( Read more... )

So I'm going to meet this guy for coffee in a little over an hour ( Read more... )

I'm officially moved in now. Took me nine trips, including the one where I was forced to rent a truck because my mattress wouldn't fit in my car. No help either, except when I begged sweet-talked a couple of neighbors to help me with said mattress. Yeah, when do I get my official Independent Woman Part 1 Badge already ( Read more... )

This week's mission is to find a soundcard that will work with my DJing program on my laptop. In particular, I need a 4-channel soundcard that will help me when I record my demo, which is not only a month overdue, but has already been requested by several people. I've talked to guys who work at Sam Ash, Guitar Center, and George's Music, not to ( Read more... )

I got hit on at Radio Shack tonight. Some guy checking me out, asking for my name as I took my bag containing audio cables from the counter. At friggin' Radio Shack. I'm not sure which is more pathetic, this or the two separate incidents I got hit on at Lowe's ( Read more... )

1) Another day job, even if it is mind-numbingly stupid (sitting and watching a phone that barely rings). At least it's not bottom-feeder drek.
2) My first time in South Beach since I moved down here. Walking down Washington Ave. at midnight.
3) Giving out my business card to several people last night at a mini-networking opportunity.
4) Yet ( Read more... )