From: [E.Sent: 1/8/2004 3:04:22 AM ( Read more... )

E. tackled into me, wrapping his arms around my ribcage while snuggling his head into my chest. His words of appreciation were effusive, and almost believable. I think at some level he is sincere, while still being a manipulative asshole. The website was not finished, of course, but I could tolerate his presence no longer (and in my oh so ( Read more... )

The site does not look half-bad for such a rush job, and a surprising amount of collaboration is taking place. Thus far, urge to kill is low...

Neck strain is, however, high. We need to crank this shit out quick-like - I do not want to do this two days in a row.

And it should come as little surprise that his tardiness is irritating me immensely.

Bitch that I am, I await the arrival of E. so I might spend my Saturday doing unpaid web design. I laid some ground rules though. I told him I would work no more than two days, and I would not tolerate his presence for more than one.

I actually had a reasonably nice day, despite having failed to workout (yet again). A. and I spent the afternoon making notes on one of the five two-hour tapes I made of a Dungeons and Dragons session. It is amazing how much comedy material is there when you are not momentarily blinded by your own participation in the activity. We are thinking ( Read more... )

"...I just thought you should know that I had your back. I didn't bow to peer pressure..."

B. was standing outside my car--Budweiser can in hand--explaining how everyone had encouraged him to press his naked buttocks up against my rolled-up car window while I sat chatting with D. (a.k.a. my "girl in Ohio"). As I explained that such an act ( Read more... )

I just learned that V. "outed" me to my high school chums (the NYC Crew). In a conversation that, assuming I take A. at his word (always a dangerous proposition), went a little something like this:

E.: "Where's [Xander ( Read more... )

Yo [Xander]!
     Thanks for comming to our Party! You won the Dirty Dancing AWARD - CONGRATS. My Steven Segal figure will be used for tactical planning. If you wrong me, you will understand. [drawing of crosshairs]

Its okay to BE GAY!

[signed E. and his fiance, surrounded by little hearts]

I was driving back home after a long, unproductive day at "work" when I received a call from B. on my cell. He wanted to know if I was coming into town for Survivor. I hesitated but the allure of chicken parmesan was too great ( Read more... )