what can is say?...the ladies love me
brad checked out yesterday (not from life, of anything...), but he called today. he called mum's cell phone, like i asked him not to do, and left a message: he'd gotten that msn deal where you can 'surf' ( stil feel funny about that word in such a context) with friends. i am serious eron, watch out for this one...i called him back from the front desk at carney, because my supervisor cannot bitch, and we surfed and chatted each other up. we checked our adultfriendfinder ad. we have only received emails from transvestite men (women who "are men") and lesbians. i specifically asked for men.
(side thought: i have always wanted to meet a transsexual. myth has it that these people have the sexual organs of both males and females. i am sure that one set or the other - or even both - is non-functional, but golly, what a lot of stuff. i don't want to meet a transsexual so that i can act like one of those obnoxious little kids at the zoo. i just want to ask questions. like, for starters, "what works?" "who do you regularly shag?" and other stupid aliah-isms (i do not think those count as "-ism's" because they are not direct introductions of thought...but i will not retract that.). is it wrong for me to ask questions like that? would i be a real dick or prick (you decide) if i did that? i know i get peeved when people ask me about my hair, or swahili, or africa, or "the old slave days".)
a female attendant hit on me today. i tried to shoo her away, but then i felt like i was being homophobic. after a while, i just got fed up and told her i was celebate. see, god keeps throwing these impediments in my path. and, because i kick ass, i knock 'em down...i crack myself up.
i hit on a male orderly today. (i am so into this lingo. (if only the guy was so into me...)) and guess what he said!!!! (the world would have been awesome if he quoted me, but alas...) all he could cough up was "how old are you?" so uncreative, gosh.
a female patient invited me to some kind of kinky flea market. she has syphilis (i hope i spelled that correctly). i politely told her "i am amish, but i think god still loves you."
the world can't screw me too badly...i got my pictures back from my birthday. if i could, i would post them on livejournal. but since i am trying not to make people uncomfortable, i will not.
(side thought: i have always wanted to meet a transsexual. myth has it that these people have the sexual organs of both males and females. i am sure that one set or the other - or even both - is non-functional, but golly, what a lot of stuff. i don't want to meet a transsexual so that i can act like one of those obnoxious little kids at the zoo. i just want to ask questions. like, for starters, "what works?" "who do you regularly shag?" and other stupid aliah-isms (i do not think those count as "-ism's" because they are not direct introductions of thought...but i will not retract that.). is it wrong for me to ask questions like that? would i be a real dick or prick (you decide) if i did that? i know i get peeved when people ask me about my hair, or swahili, or africa, or "the old slave days".)
a female attendant hit on me today. i tried to shoo her away, but then i felt like i was being homophobic. after a while, i just got fed up and told her i was celebate. see, god keeps throwing these impediments in my path. and, because i kick ass, i knock 'em down...i crack myself up.
i hit on a male orderly today. (i am so into this lingo. (if only the guy was so into me...)) and guess what he said!!!! (the world would have been awesome if he quoted me, but alas...) all he could cough up was "how old are you?" so uncreative, gosh.
a female patient invited me to some kind of kinky flea market. she has syphilis (i hope i spelled that correctly). i politely told her "i am amish, but i think god still loves you."
the world can't screw me too badly...i got my pictures back from my birthday. if i could, i would post them on livejournal. but since i am trying not to make people uncomfortable, i will not.