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Things That Make Me Happy
(1) the people that i work with at moka acting chill and kidish. abby and eric are laid back sweetie stoners. bill is the musician who somehow became the "coffee guy", kate is the irrational sunshine in the morning, and there's even a honey who will remain nameless (to protect her identity) who will open herself up to you, turn on you in a minute when you cross her for the slightest misgiving, then smile and laugh in your face when you take her seriously. she's total moxy :) i even caught my boss matty imitating zack de la rocha's slam dancing antics with a nine inch butcher knife one morning while gabbing about music. he was working off a hangover... and how can you complain when anything you want to eat or drink is free =) i'm beginning to fall in love with the espresso machine. she's always there for me every weekday morning ;) and i've been munching on a free sub for the last two hours that could feed a starving ethiopian child for a good week.
(2) carrie told me i looked like a model the other day while i was smoking and gazing off at some workers outside the shubert. it made me smile. at the end of the night, there was some excessively drunken asshole who went down the entrance ramp to the garage while trying to exit. he hopped out of his car and tried to break into the guard shack to raise the bar blocking his exit. pedro and i were just laughing our asses off because not only was he asking to be fucked, even if he broke in and hit the button, it would have been for the exit lane instead (he should have just grabbed a ticket from the entrance lane). a security girl finally showed up and decided she was going to back his car up the ramp herself and drive it out the exit. she told him to wait at the crown st exit and on the way he stopped to piss on the door of the main security station. carrie came out during the pissing and decided to walk over and tell him he shouldn't be driving home, since it was easy to picture him plowing into and over unsuspecting pedestrians, transients, and inanimate objects. pedro, bond, and i walked over with her, just to be sure he wouldn't mess with her. he started cracking up and telling her he was alright after expressing the concern she felt in her unique way. pedro took off laughing at the two squad cars sitting behind his car at the exit ramp before walking off and bond joined him. i stuck around to shield her from his advances (since he wouldn't refuse a goodbye handshake and hug for her concern *and she mentioned before going over that not only did she want someone to protect her in case things got ugly, but didn't want him to touch her with the hand that was just holding his cock) and walk her back inside. he was being questioned when we walked back in. carrie voiced her hope that he'd just get a room in town tonight and pedro replied that he already had a nice one prepared for him down at the station.
(3) free wireless to collect every game i've ever wanted, program i need, and song stuck in my head (the latest one testing my masculinity -> a mix of a madonna song called hung up. nate's taken samples from three different mixes *my favorite being SDPS's* and added in a few things. it makes me float while i'm wandering though the flashing lights of the lounge dancefloor while i'm working). i need to tell him to throw the "someone fucked my washing machine! my washing machine does not work!" song back into his mix.
(4) cuddling up in blankets still imprinted with the scent of a girl three days later
(5) walking back home through the green just a bit before three, hearing the church mass bells chiming out hymns, gazing at two girls chilling back on the grass laughing at their two puppies playfully pouncing on each other a few feet away, the warm sun shining down on me. it was one of those moments where everything just felt right.
and Two Things That Make Me Sad
(1) bonnie and melissa are leaving alchemy in two weeks. josh also left to be the receptionist at karma after the st patrick's day parade, so in another week, alchemy will no longer have any gay employees :( (well at least those out of the closet). the concern of our sass levels dramatically descending has been brought up with management, as well as the staff's desired focus on obtaining more confrontational lipstick lesbians, stoner hippie chicks, and a spider monkey to work the coat room, change kegs, and jump in on beating down the occasional asshole (although pedro and i both believe while it would be wonderful to have a spider monkey around helping out, his strong work ethic and ability would inevitably convince management to push around 3/4 of the staff out and replace them with more spider monkeys). i'm really going to miss both bonnie and melissa, not only because they are both hard working and no-nonsense individuals who will call anyone out and put indiscreet idiotic people in their place, but because they are both genuine, beautiful, trusting people who you could confide in about whatever was on your mind, would confide in you about whatever was bothering them, and always remind you not to take anything so seriously by dancing around the kitchen and throwing out random jabs in jest.
(2) i miss ollie. i hope someone adopted him and gave him a good home. the relationship between my sister and i has healed quite a bit since i've moved on. she'll be her happy, cheery self at work, hands off whatever mail addressed to me still comes to her apartment, jests and silly flirts, but still i can't move past this. i've convinced myself that the situation was balanced out since we weren't allowed to have cats in the apartment anyway, but she really took it to a level that i thought she never would in that incident when she knew i was working to move out and she mentioned she'd never throw ollie and i out on the street. i wish he could be here roaming around my new place, playing with josh's rats, sleeping in the late morning sun that shines through the windows onto my bed. i love her and will still help her whenever she's in need, but after that whole incident, i really can't look at her the same way. after having to give away puma and bean, then ollie because of these circumstances, i feel a bit tentative bringing a kitten into this home. i've been raised around cats my whole life, always treat them like gold, but so far on my own i've brought them all into unstable situations. to me, having to give one of them away is like losing a child, and i blame myself for being unable to provide them with a more stable environment. the lease is up here in a august, josh and i will renew it for another year then, but for some reason, there's just some irrational fear that i'll wind up running into another similar circumstance. it only happens sometimes, and i know things are different now and i should leave the past behind, but i can't ignore the emotional toll these situations have caused.
and some things completely unrelated
ps. the st patrick's day parade was a fun time. i was working at the club and there actually were a ton of people drinking at 10am. a drunken asshole punched mike in the cafe during a small brawl and security pounced. since it was so packed, they pushed him and his friend into the kitchen (closest exit). i had to drag a drunken unsuspecting chick into the kitchen, out of their path, otherwise they would have bowled her over. things were cool for a moment until both of them decided to flip out. the main drunk threw a violent fit and most of our glass came crashing down on top of him and everyone trying to subdue him. mike, bobby, and chris slammed the kid down to the ground, chris asking for help since this this guy was fucking raging, knocking over the table by the kitchen entrance and everything in his path. josh and kellie jumped in on his legs to keep him down. mike maced him and continually rabbit punched him while he was screaming for them to stop since he was done... but they weren't going to stop. reggie and ant were securing his friend by the glass rack and reggie had blood all over his shirt from that mess. he gave the guy on the ground a couple of kicks in his asshole while he was down. he was hurting when they threw him into the squad car out back. it was a true old fashioned beat down. i guess that's what happens when you punch a cop that works with us. besides that and two other stupid fights, the crowd was a bunch of happy little ravers :) like it used to be a few years ago when i first visited it. i even got out onto the street for an hour with bond to give away free drink tickets and check out the parade. it was a bit misty, but it was still a fun time since i haven't been around town for an event like this. i threw out my red cons that night since they were drenched in bar rot and corned beef cabbage juice :P fun work day :)
pps. it's always nice to see a couple decent folk getting press :) i guess mike changed his last name.
(1) the people that i work with at moka acting chill and kidish. abby and eric are laid back sweetie stoners. bill is the musician who somehow became the "coffee guy", kate is the irrational sunshine in the morning, and there's even a honey who will remain nameless (to protect her identity) who will open herself up to you, turn on you in a minute when you cross her for the slightest misgiving, then smile and laugh in your face when you take her seriously. she's total moxy :) i even caught my boss matty imitating zack de la rocha's slam dancing antics with a nine inch butcher knife one morning while gabbing about music. he was working off a hangover... and how can you complain when anything you want to eat or drink is free =) i'm beginning to fall in love with the espresso machine. she's always there for me every weekday morning ;) and i've been munching on a free sub for the last two hours that could feed a starving ethiopian child for a good week.
(2) carrie told me i looked like a model the other day while i was smoking and gazing off at some workers outside the shubert. it made me smile. at the end of the night, there was some excessively drunken asshole who went down the entrance ramp to the garage while trying to exit. he hopped out of his car and tried to break into the guard shack to raise the bar blocking his exit. pedro and i were just laughing our asses off because not only was he asking to be fucked, even if he broke in and hit the button, it would have been for the exit lane instead (he should have just grabbed a ticket from the entrance lane). a security girl finally showed up and decided she was going to back his car up the ramp herself and drive it out the exit. she told him to wait at the crown st exit and on the way he stopped to piss on the door of the main security station. carrie came out during the pissing and decided to walk over and tell him he shouldn't be driving home, since it was easy to picture him plowing into and over unsuspecting pedestrians, transients, and inanimate objects. pedro, bond, and i walked over with her, just to be sure he wouldn't mess with her. he started cracking up and telling her he was alright after expressing the concern she felt in her unique way. pedro took off laughing at the two squad cars sitting behind his car at the exit ramp before walking off and bond joined him. i stuck around to shield her from his advances (since he wouldn't refuse a goodbye handshake and hug for her concern *and she mentioned before going over that not only did she want someone to protect her in case things got ugly, but didn't want him to touch her with the hand that was just holding his cock) and walk her back inside. he was being questioned when we walked back in. carrie voiced her hope that he'd just get a room in town tonight and pedro replied that he already had a nice one prepared for him down at the station.
(3) free wireless to collect every game i've ever wanted, program i need, and song stuck in my head (the latest one testing my masculinity -> a mix of a madonna song called hung up. nate's taken samples from three different mixes *my favorite being SDPS's* and added in a few things. it makes me float while i'm wandering though the flashing lights of the lounge dancefloor while i'm working). i need to tell him to throw the "someone fucked my washing machine! my washing machine does not work!" song back into his mix.
(4) cuddling up in blankets still imprinted with the scent of a girl three days later
(5) walking back home through the green just a bit before three, hearing the church mass bells chiming out hymns, gazing at two girls chilling back on the grass laughing at their two puppies playfully pouncing on each other a few feet away, the warm sun shining down on me. it was one of those moments where everything just felt right.
and Two Things That Make Me Sad
(1) bonnie and melissa are leaving alchemy in two weeks. josh also left to be the receptionist at karma after the st patrick's day parade, so in another week, alchemy will no longer have any gay employees :( (well at least those out of the closet). the concern of our sass levels dramatically descending has been brought up with management, as well as the staff's desired focus on obtaining more confrontational lipstick lesbians, stoner hippie chicks, and a spider monkey to work the coat room, change kegs, and jump in on beating down the occasional asshole (although pedro and i both believe while it would be wonderful to have a spider monkey around helping out, his strong work ethic and ability would inevitably convince management to push around 3/4 of the staff out and replace them with more spider monkeys). i'm really going to miss both bonnie and melissa, not only because they are both hard working and no-nonsense individuals who will call anyone out and put indiscreet idiotic people in their place, but because they are both genuine, beautiful, trusting people who you could confide in about whatever was on your mind, would confide in you about whatever was bothering them, and always remind you not to take anything so seriously by dancing around the kitchen and throwing out random jabs in jest.
(2) i miss ollie. i hope someone adopted him and gave him a good home. the relationship between my sister and i has healed quite a bit since i've moved on. she'll be her happy, cheery self at work, hands off whatever mail addressed to me still comes to her apartment, jests and silly flirts, but still i can't move past this. i've convinced myself that the situation was balanced out since we weren't allowed to have cats in the apartment anyway, but she really took it to a level that i thought she never would in that incident when she knew i was working to move out and she mentioned she'd never throw ollie and i out on the street. i wish he could be here roaming around my new place, playing with josh's rats, sleeping in the late morning sun that shines through the windows onto my bed. i love her and will still help her whenever she's in need, but after that whole incident, i really can't look at her the same way. after having to give away puma and bean, then ollie because of these circumstances, i feel a bit tentative bringing a kitten into this home. i've been raised around cats my whole life, always treat them like gold, but so far on my own i've brought them all into unstable situations. to me, having to give one of them away is like losing a child, and i blame myself for being unable to provide them with a more stable environment. the lease is up here in a august, josh and i will renew it for another year then, but for some reason, there's just some irrational fear that i'll wind up running into another similar circumstance. it only happens sometimes, and i know things are different now and i should leave the past behind, but i can't ignore the emotional toll these situations have caused.
and some things completely unrelated
ps. the st patrick's day parade was a fun time. i was working at the club and there actually were a ton of people drinking at 10am. a drunken asshole punched mike in the cafe during a small brawl and security pounced. since it was so packed, they pushed him and his friend into the kitchen (closest exit). i had to drag a drunken unsuspecting chick into the kitchen, out of their path, otherwise they would have bowled her over. things were cool for a moment until both of them decided to flip out. the main drunk threw a violent fit and most of our glass came crashing down on top of him and everyone trying to subdue him. mike, bobby, and chris slammed the kid down to the ground, chris asking for help since this this guy was fucking raging, knocking over the table by the kitchen entrance and everything in his path. josh and kellie jumped in on his legs to keep him down. mike maced him and continually rabbit punched him while he was screaming for them to stop since he was done... but they weren't going to stop. reggie and ant were securing his friend by the glass rack and reggie had blood all over his shirt from that mess. he gave the guy on the ground a couple of kicks in his asshole while he was down. he was hurting when they threw him into the squad car out back. it was a true old fashioned beat down. i guess that's what happens when you punch a cop that works with us. besides that and two other stupid fights, the crowd was a bunch of happy little ravers :) like it used to be a few years ago when i first visited it. i even got out onto the street for an hour with bond to give away free drink tickets and check out the parade. it was a bit misty, but it was still a fun time since i haven't been around town for an event like this. i threw out my red cons that night since they were drenched in bar rot and corned beef cabbage juice :P fun work day :)
pps. it's always nice to see a couple decent folk getting press :) i guess mike changed his last name.