5 Main Reasons for Getting an iPhone

Grindr
Yelp!
Google Traffic
Shazaam
iPod

Can't wait until my contract ends in December so that I can get an iPhone. Is it ridiculous that Grindr is my #1 choice?

"Meet Mr.Right or Mr.Tonight!!" Shoot.

Not Compromising my Blog

With Crazy Aquarius admitting that he found my blog I realize there are a lot of things I want to write about because he is such a character. But as Debriefing the Boys puts it:

...every time I feel like sitting down to write something, which is often, I think about all the people who are reading it. And it's not that I'm becoming a more private person, or that the stakes are higher (for me). It's just that I don't feel like I'm in control of my story any longer. I always made calculated risks in what I wrote, because almost no story is JUST about me. There was always a slim chance that I'd offend somebody in real life. But lately, every time I make that calculation, it isn't worth the risk.

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Anyway, if you're a new blogger starting out, my advice is this: NEVER reveal your identity. It'll be the death of your blog.

I guess letting you know who I am hasn't actually "killed my blog," but I know that I would be writing more interesting things if I was more anonymous. There is something about blogging that feels better than writing in a private diary. Your thoughts aren't thrown away into a book under your bed for no one to see when you blog. And I like knowing that my stories have some sort of value. Blogging liberates... this is my personal time.

So fuck it.

Crazy Aquarius asked me, "do you promise not to be scared if I tell you something?" This is how I responded, "NO! DONT TELL ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" If someone is going to say, "promise not to be scared?" Don't you immediately go into panic room mode? I was prepared for the worst even though I insisted that he didn't say anything.... imagination ran wild: is he an alien? is he a long lost cousin? did he steal my underwear??????

As it turns out what he wanted to tell me was I remind him of his ex. Which wasn't scary at all. What was scary was that he told me that he really liked me. To this I responded, "NO! BAD!"

And with that he's been trying to set me up with his friends who he thinks I would adore based on how our stars and moons aligned.

Hmm. Sort of strange? Yeah. But the transparency is refreshing.

Transgendered Beauty Pageant

I love my roommate Ern. I love coming home and chatting and laughing and venting about dumb things. I'm thrilled that we are on the same wave length, with the same humor.... I love that his pursuit of happiness doesn't end with obstacles, but begins with options. In addition to training for a marathon he's expressed that he's happiest when he's dancing on stage. Despite full time work, he's managed to find time to dance in a couple of shows.



Somewhere in Hollywood, he performed a group number for a Transgendered beauty pageant. I was taken back at how elaborate the show was, how many supporters there were and how much time and effort these transgendered individuals put into their outfits:


These women with penises create such an illusion. There were many spectators in a huge venue that reminded me of more conventional pageants. It was over the top, it defined the word fabulous and it reminded me that there are hidden communities everywhere that don't stop at just ethnicity, but also other segments of individualism such as gender identification.



For the swim suit segment the MC tried to kill time, "are those bitches tucked in yet?!" I couldn't hold my laughter. Being able to tuck your penis and wear a bikini is a talent act in itself and I kept myself entertained by counting the contestants that failed.

I know I would make a hideous girl. And... I'm not into trying to make myself look fabulous. But it's cool to experience something a little different from your everyday and support a friend at the same time.

Oink

Drinking hot water instead of coffee or soda.
Taking vitamins everyday.
Using hand sanatizer.

I hope I don't get sick this season.

Can I get swine flu from eating the best pastrami sandwich in the world from Oinkster?

I'm loving this roommate bonding time. Cheers to homemade ketchup and eating a sandwich with more meat than bread.

Nom nom nom nom nom.

Sunday Thoughts

Moving Forward

It's been four months since working at my job and this passed week I had a couple of fire drills that have caused me to be very exhausted. The sort of exhausted where you just want to lay there and die and "I need a drink" is not a possible quick fix to how I was feeling.

The most exhausting was making a mistake that required me to come in on Sunday for coworkers to check my work. My coworker comforted me, "don't worry, shit happens." But I know that the mistakes that I make were never made by him when he was an assistant. I feel like I'm losing trust with every thing I do needing to be double checked. I feel like I'm an intern and I'm making intern mistakes.

I need to be more thorough. I feel like I'm not where I should be after working for four months. I want to be amazing, not just okay. And as every one on my team uses the line, "moving forward..." whenever I do something wrong I feel a chill down my spine... "fail, fail, fail."

I don't mind being a workaholic, I want to be good... I sound like such a newb at work life.
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Not Better Than Anyone Else

Friday after a terrible day I work, I went to eat with a friend and his friends. When I got there, I was whiny because I couldn't find parking and I think it is ridiculous to do Valet for my truck. I was 2 inches from driving home, but my friend persuaded me to stay.

I was having an overpriced meal with a group of clean cut LA Asian Gays with perfect skin and 40+ dollar haircuts. Each one of them reminded me of someone from the bay. They were all very attractive, so pretty... but I'm not really interested in pretty. It's like looking at models in magazines- aside from the shapes and lines they create, there's no more substance than a clothes on hanger.

As I grabbed a dish and emptied it on my plate, I confessed that I hate wasted food and feared that the waiter would take it away. This elicited a response, "Balla on a budget baby, you go boy." To this I responded, "it's not being on a budget... it's the idea of wasting good food."

The boy who responded to me was very rude to the waiter at the beginning of the night, "you have to be aggressive if you want any service" he was demanding, I felt bad for the service.

I complimented another boy's blazer- it looked so good on his all American body. I waited for him to reveal the European brand that I would not recognize. To my shock he told me that he bought it at Goodwill and never buys any clothing over $30 in a neutral tone that wasn't embarrassed or pretentious. I talked to another boy who worked for a Cancer research company.

I realized at that point that while I label pretty boys of LA to nothing but plastic, that I am at fault for jumping to conclusion that all the apples in the barrel are inedible when indeed there are a couple of ones that are juicy, flavorful and delicious with cheese... in edition to being the perfect red.

It's interesting how acting "better than someone." Can come from all angles. Thinking you're better because you can afford things, better and entitled to immediate food service, better because you know gel works for your hair. But you can also think that you're better because you don't waste money on stupid things like valet, better because you don't waste food, better because you are thrifty.

And in the end... when I act "better" than someone who I define as plastic... I am no "better" than they are because I am judging them them same with my own definitions. And it's ironic that I avoid pretentious people... when by definition, I am being pretentious myself.

But I guess, it's a lesson. Even though they are pretty, dress well, etc etc... doesn't mean they are without substance.... and getting to know them instead of assuming is... better.

BLAST!!!!

Crazy Aquarius found my blog despite chatting with him using my work SN AND giving him my professional email.

I KNEW IT, YOU STALKER!!!!!

Ugh. This blog is too easy to find. .. blast.

Both him and the guy I dated are invited to a BBQ I'm having this Saturday themed, She-Wolf BBQ.

This should be good.

Stay tuned.

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Jawbone + LA traffic = frequent calls to mom and dad. *missing home*

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Due to my lack of ability to remember stories and plot lines, I usually keep my attention to one show per season. Usually it's SYTYCD, but this fall, it has been Glee. So witty. Love.

I Would Make a good Lesbian

I feel like a lot of the haircuts I get make me look a little lesbian. My roommate has clippers and I took the liberty of giving myself a haircut. I figure, I'm saving money... and a little unevenness is... charming(?).

My bangs are really intense right now... and though at times, I don't look like I've bathed, I feel a clean cut look is so boring.


Do you see the highlights? It's left over from my Giraffe Mohawk Sun-In i used for Halloween. No flat iron for this diva, my hair is straighter than most.

Should I go clean? I feel like people are used to the shaggy unkempt topho. Meh.



So much Letopho.. that's okay, it's GPOYW!!