queer and loathing

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Yet Another Profile Picture

Duckie on the ground. Poor duckie.

Quarter eaten cakes look like Pac-Man

Snuggly kitties

Nice road line

Plato takes a bath

I dare you to disagree with me when I say I have the cutest cat in the whole world.

I really didn’t sign up for this much work.

Oh yeah, I did.

Shit.

Really, when they said “you’re going to work your ass off” I really didn’t think it was going to be this bad… and it’s not even Saturday. Sunday is going to kill me. Really. If you don’t see a post here for a few days, someone come by my house and feed lydia and plato, because I am probably curlled up in a fetal position somewhere moaning something about Miller Lite and limes.

Fucking limes.

I never want to see another lime as long as I live. Ever. I mean that. I will strangle a bitch if someone ever so much as shows me something lime green after Monday night.

Key lime pie, however, will be allowed. Mmmmm, pie.

Seriously, as completely devistated as I feel, it’s actually really fun. I mean, it’s not hard per-se. It’s just…. constant.

Limes. beer. cups. ice. beer. napkins. vodka. beer. ice. beer. straws. cut more limes. napkins. olives. ice. trash. vodka. limes. limes. beer. limes. cups. napkins. “VINCENT! I NEED MORE LIMES!” beer. ice. trash. vodka. olives and limes and lemons. napkins. straws. “I NEED LIMES!” trash. ice. beer. napkins. vodka. beer. ice. “MORE LIMES!!” Limes. beer. cups. ice. beer. napkins. vodka. beer. ice. beer. straws. cut more limes. napkins. olives. ice. trash. vodka. limes. limes. beer. limes. cups. napkins. “VINCENT! ARE THERE ANY LIMES?” beer. ice. trash. vodka. olives and limes and lemons. napkins. straws. “LIMES! LIMES! LIMES!” trash. ice. beer. napkins. vodka. beer. ice. “WHERE’S MY FUCKING LIMES!?!!”

The coolest thing happened tonight though. As I’m running around, flying through doors and such, this guy at the bar is watching me. Not like checking me out, but watching. (He was cute those, so I was hoping he was checking me out. :)

Then, as I’m in the back icing down the beer, he peeks in the door to the alley. I stop him and tell him he’s not allowed back there. He then says…

“Hey, I was watching you. I work at the Bourbon House(?) and I do what you do. I just wanted to give this to you.”

He hands me a $20 bill.

I had to have some weird expresion on my face, but I managed to say thanks about thirty times and he finishes it off by saying “You’re working your ass off, I can tell.”

It’s weird. I’m doing all of this to make enough money to pay rent next week, kind of expecting a ton of money but at the same time not getting my hopes up and that one comment made it all worth it if I don’t get squat.

I don’t think I’ve ever really worked this much before… and let me tell you, fuck this shit… Give me a desk job anyday. lol

No really. I didn’t get your name (edit: it’s Robert. I saw him tonight and he’s got a husband already), but thanks. Not to be a big whiney baby, but I haven’t really gotten any feedback from the bartenders… so I have no idea if they think I suck or not. None of them have really yelled at me or anything though and I’m pretty sure they know I’m not sitting in the breakroom doing my nails or anything. I guess I’ll find out on Tuesday when I get my money.

Drunken thoughts at 3:14am Saturday morning

Went out to dinner with a friend tonight and found I was talking mostly about the past several relationships I’ve been into. Dan, Kevin and the current. I probably came off a little boring and self absorbed, but that’s because lately I have been a little boring and self absorbed. Lots of things swirling around in my noggin and I’m trying to make sense of it all: Life, Love & the Little things that get me down.

Life: What am I going to be doing in the next few months? I have a number of things that I’d like to do. I have some t-shirt ideas I want to bring to fruition before Southern Decadance. I would like to get back into school, any school, any class. I would like to visit alberto in D.C. I would like to learn to skateboard, having been a poseur in highschool but too afraid then to actually try it with any consistency. I would like to find a second job that I enjoy that actually pays me.

Love: This is a confusing one for me. Do I listen to the people that say I’m delusional and chasing a dream or follow my heart that says good things come to those who wait?

I cried tonight on the way home from the quarter; had to stop at the corner of Burgundy and Esplanade to wipe the rings from the streetlights. It’s been a while since that happened.

Little things that get me down: I almost got doored the other night and the woman called me a fucking asshole for riding in the street; she almost killed me and I’m the asshole. Someone called me a fucking faggot a little while ago. I assume because I was sitting on the curb wiping tears from my eyes. Straight people don’t cry, you see.

How incredibly emo of me.

Lydia just put her head on my keyboard and started to purr; I’m feeling better already.

Just wish I could hug more than a cat tonight.

PS: Read this quick. I’ll probably see this post tomorrow and delete it.

Another day, another 24 hours in Montgomery, AL

Today we spent the morning helping Carlos’ sister and boyfriend move into their new house. It was fun, and killed time.. except it put off our visit to the library. So here I am, not much new to say. I’ve begun introducing the kitties to the dog in the house. Plato and Jade sniffed noses, then Jade sneezed and Plato ran in back in their room. It’ll be fine, but they just will be taking it slow. Jade is like, 5 times his size and 6 or 7 times Lydia’s size. It’ll be cute though. :)

I’m about to see about getting unemployment. Since I don’t know where my check is going to be coming from, I need to put some balls into motion and see what happens. Do I go to LA’s site or AL’s site? I’m not sure.

I’m glad to be hearing from people and know they’re alright. I’ll post something letting people know what I know, in case you’re wondering as well.

We just got cable so we can start watching the horrible news on CNN, MSNBC, etc…

I have a couple of suggestions, Mr./Mrs. Newspeople:

• Please show us something GOOD. I know there are areas where there is no flooding, SHOW US. I’d like to see something good for a change. I’d like to see the F.Q. or metairie, or somewhere else that isn’t under 8 feet of water. It’d be nice to see a few images of the places that survived.
• Please stop asking people questions like: “so, was it scary to be trapped in your attic for 10 hours with only 3 inches of air to breathe?” It was terrifying, don’t be so condecending.

Alberto would like me to remind everyone to hurry up and file a claim for unemployment before they run out! :) www.laworks.net.