Please please please

Donovan and I think taxis are like sexual predators. They lurk and slink in the dark, waiting for their prey to emerge. And when it does, BAM! An intoxicated you is now at their mercy.

I was at the mercy of the gay world this weekend, but I survived. I survived the exposed buttholes, more lesbians than Lesbos, being drunk from 10 a.m. to 7 p.m., constant eye fucking and the BO pungent herd of sleeveless gay men. A homeless man did make out with my neck, however. It was the best I've had in awhile.

Speaking of getting some, I didn't, this guy I used to date a couple of years back (Cute as fuck, I think) wants my nuts again. He kissed me on Saturday night, after I ate a delicious hot dog. Sucks for him, but tasty for me. But YEAH, I don't know what to think of it. I have someone I care about, and dating wasn't really in my agenda for the summer. At least it will be a free burrito when he buys me dinner? He works his ass off and he does crew, so he gets some kudos points for that. PLUS, he's a huge fucking nerd. But bleh, I'm good. I'M GOOD. Not to say I'm saving myself, but just don't have the drive to open myself up to someone new (Well, old I guess) right now.

Okay, so I love my job in every way possibly. If it were a stuffed animal, it would be my favorite. AND my boss is a fox:

Posting her picture isn't creepy, right? RIGHT? CONFIRMATION, PLEASE?! 

Anyway, she's super sweet and compliments me every chance she gets. That's something about the job I don't really get, they think I'm this hard worker. Am I? Hard to say, I have a very short attention span. Cheese. Twice last week, there were parties where people got drunk... In the middle of the day. Like Josh said, this place sounds like a cult. 

Did anyone else here about that woman in England who went missing 42 years ago and no one bothered to file a missing person's report? Well, they found her skeleton in front of the T.V. with a cup of tea from the 1960's. Could you imagine? I think it kind of sounds fun, at least your corpse is entertained. 

If you haven't check out the new Bond trailer, do it.

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I really don't want to fold these towels

I think I am tougher when I'm alone.

I burned myself pretty bad today—I was barbecuing some chili pepper chicken skewers and was lazy/used hands. But it barely phased me. I know if the same situation happened within close proximity of friends, I'd more than likely "fag" it out. GOD. What the fuck is up with that?

I also just shoved my industrial back in for the night, I'll have to do this everyday. MMMMMM.

To reference the first sentence, and then go on another tangent, I love being alone with the dogs. Sick, right? No, they are like my mini siblings.

OH YEAH! I started my internship today and holy fuck! It's going to be the best summer ever, this is where I want to work after college for sure. Everyone was so sweet and the sexy female receptionist flirts with me! LOVE IT. I really don't know what I'm gonna be doing yet,something with the company's intranet. Sounds a little lame, but then I'll get where my boss is and have video shoots.

Solid Lightening

I have been reborn. 

I am rising from the ashes like a glorious bird.

KAW KAW!

Hark, do you hear that?

Yes... It is the sound of triumph—triumph over poverty, disease and famine. 

The summer has officially began.

Purity

Does anyone remember this? Well, it turned out to be funny fucking shit. It's even better than Black Sheep. Yes, I know, seems impossible don't it? GOD I'M NOT JOKING ON THIS ONE, OKAY? IT'S FUCKING AMAZING!!

To add to the night's outrage, I just found out they are making a "The Descent 2." Like, really? EFF! I'M SO EXCITED! THE FIRST ONE BLEW MY MIND! Never ever have I been so hungover from watching a movie. 

Also today, I bought the new David Sedaris book, "When You Are Engulfed in Flames." Can't wait to finish. 

P.S.- Hot Fuzz is also amazing. 

Is that Joannie Laurer, a.k.a. Chyna, heckling them? Man after seeing this, it kind of makes me wanna try cage fighting. Why not? I mean, it could be educational.

Everyone should listen to Pantha Du Prince, he's this terrifically tubular progressive minimalist DJ. 

In other news, imagine what the world would be like without the color blue. 

Wanna see a butthole?

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I'm tucking, are you?

I took pictures of Betty Desire, the local Bellingham Drag Queen, on wednesday night for my photojournalism class. I ended up admiring Betty a little bit. I mean the thing puts on a damn dress every week and does the long hike from her apartment, through downtown Bellingham, to rumors. "Exposure saves lives," she says. This is her motto and what she lives by, kind of heroic if you think about it.

SO, in summation:

DRAG QUEENS = HEROES

How could you not just gush inside when you see this face?

EFF! 

OH NO! TREMORS! 

Soundtrack of my life right now: Ghostland Observatory- Robotique Majestique.

I love being a bum. 

If you guys want to see the magazine, here it is: 

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Round the Block

My friend's mom has a tumor the size of a football connected to the bottom of her spine, scary shit. That whole family is in my thoughts. I mean, just imagine how scary that would be? Not just for the person, but for the entire family. The mom is hilarious too! She's a babe and she's a trekkie! How fun, right? Even if I'm not into Star Trek, that should at least be a "Get Out of Cancer Free Card." 

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I'm in a funk. Not a depressed funk, but in a pace of life funk. My internal clock has been racing since the beginning of this quarter. I've been constantly trying to achieve carpe diem and now I just need lay low. 

I dunno, I've just been in the carpe diem kind of mood for the past three months and it's been crazy fun. But it's gotten to the point where I feel guilty if I stay in one day, I just feel like a lump. Why the hell do I feel like I gotta be making memories all the time? Is it because I have a hazy past couple of years? Whatever, I'm eatin' mash taters and a moovay. 

The magazine I managed came out today, it made me really excited. I think the two magazines we're putting out represent our little group pretty well. 

On a completely separate note, I just proposed to Tyler:

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I found this today, aren't we a handsome bunch? 

It's dangerous to think about all the things you could of said instead during an altercation, it's borderline obsessive. But how could you not wonder if what you said meant what it was supposed to? Maybe it's just countin' the stitches and maybe I should stop.

Speaking of dangerous...