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I experience subtle anxiety, nausea and a discomfort in my right eyeball.

I want to get working and make money.

I miss the extreme changes of weather day-by-day.

I am not happy, but I will learn to be happy.

My heart is sad and confused, I miss Les and Alex misses air conditioning.

I met with the recruiter for for the Master's in Public Health program at UC Berkeley yesterday. I'm sure I have the grades to get in. It's all the other stuff like time and patience I worry about. I'm sure the funding will come from somewhere.

I can't wait to get my Medicinal Marijuana card.

I want to help gram with the house, any improvement from not working is an improvement.

I want a car.

I'm living out of my 2 suitcases until I can afford to rehab a room my middle brother destroyed.

All of these wants are needs. All of the other things are apart of being human. I'm growing up.

Have you know, I was born the day my mom was supposed to walk the stage for HS graduation. She eventually completed her HS credits. I graduated three times on my birthday.

Friday morning, get up go to work. All I can think is, I can't afford to go out to do drinks tonight since I've been holding on to any money for my birthday. It's the worst feeling to be broke on your birthday especially your 30th. Paydays land a week before and after my birthday; it will be the same for Comfest too, boohoo.

I was checking out Louis XIV, he's known as the sun king and longest reigning royalty. Another fun thing, I checked out my planet sign, Hermes or Mercury (same of one). It turns out I LOVE Hermes (said differently and made in Paris), but can't afford it. I didn't know Hermes was the son of Zeus and Wednesday was named after him. I just happened to be born on Wednesday June 14, 1978.

After much thought of becoming 30 and what I need to be doing with my life, it was time to get off of work. Les picked me up and said, "We’re doing Dom and Grilled Cheese today to celebrate 5 1/2 years together and it's your birthday!" Phyllis jumped in and said "you NEED an ice-cream cake." I said OKAY, let’s do this, let me get home so I can dress comfy to go to the Blue Danube north of Campus. Moments before we leave the house, Lessismore has a mini-panic attack because we just got the onset of a tornado and it began to rain as we were getting into the car. We both agreed, let's do this, there's no reason to re-chill a bottle of Dom for the same event on another day. We make it to the Dube, we get seated, they're playing the Simpsons on TV and the hippie kids are eating and planning on taking over the world. I had all white cheese Texas toast sandwich with bacon and ham and Lessismore got cheese and sprouts on his with fries. The year before, it was kinda ghetto. Same place, same orders (almost), only difference, they just gave us grilled cheese sandwiches and a bottle of Dom. That was it. Not to mention, the drinking glasses were mismatch to make an evening memorable. We decided not to get twisted Friday because I am a party to be...I get home to have a piece of ice-cream cake with Phyllis...I said, it wouldn't be fun to have a 30yo cake when you're 30. I had my first piece at 29 =D

Saturday Morning I wake up late to a dreary and glum day and watched movies (my favorite thing to do). I get a call from Mom and Gram, they're wishing me a Happy Birthday with song and dance from the West Coast. Mom says, you know my graduation happens today!!! I said, o good, I turn thirty and you get a BA on my birthday!!! While I’m on the phone with the fam' Lessismore disappears and returns after hitting up the store, he showers me with balloons and breakfast. While I'm on the phone with Gram, there's a knock-knock on the front door...who could it be? The mail-carrier!!! With my birthday box from the West Coast. I open it while I'm on the Phone and realize I have money to party accompanied by Vietnamese dried fruit (MMmmSoGood) to snack on. Breakfast was made and I ate! I passed out and needed to be awake to be good for the party. I showered and dressed up and we hit AWOL. You couldn't believe the anxiety I had when I woke up from my nap. I was thinking I don't wanna see anyone...what if no one shows up? I went to the bar and played some music to groove into the Sadomaocistic mood. People showed up by the crowds. Ernie was in Michigan and Phyllis was at work and waiting for the nurse to remove the pick so he could party. Jell-O shot after jell-o shot, drink after drink, I got a little bit color and had an effortless blast. There was no table dancing, but there was lots of boobage on the main deck. Phyllis shows up and I didn't realize I have spent over 100 bucks after I got Phyllis a double belvedere. I eventually get home at 9:30pm. I pass out face down; I wake up at 11:30pm with mega green jell-o shots surrounding my head, a birthday card, a piece of pizza, and animal planet on the tube.

Spunday I woke up to little to no hang-over and I treated myself to super supreme pizza and I rested all day. When I did wake up in the evening, I watched a wickedly good vampire movie and then the Heartbreak Kid and Invasion with Phyllis and Lessismore.
Mundane morning, Darlin' Darlene greeted me with a balloon and card when she got in...Needless to say, another birthday and no love from the place of employment. Thank goodness next year it will be on Sunday =D Here’s a funny, Queen Elizabeth celebrated her birthday June 14, instead of April 21.

It's now Monday 11:59am.

Friday, I couldn't wait to get home. Sir Bellomy called and bartender Paul said tell megadeth to come on down. I go on down with Lessismore to AWOL, after one drink, we scoop up Sir Bellomy and shuffle off to Woof's. I don't care for the location of Woofs, but it's the people that make it a nice place to be. Jevin brought his mom, Terry, to the bar. She was as cool as a cucumber. I met a few new folks and got to hand with Dan and Jevin and Lessismore. After several drinks we returned to AWOL, I wasn't drinking anymore by this point. I did have my camera on me and I met a REALLY SOOPER DOOPER HOT guy, he was on a date with some oogly dude. I took a picture of both of them and then the oogly dude said, my date is in the gay magazine, Instinct. I was too drunk to understand what he meant, good thing
I remembered what he said. I look for my magazine in the morning and I look for my camera and I found a card in my bag...a picture on the back in full color of Dean Vickers posing with 2 animals. On the flip-side of the card, he's a big-wig. =D

Early Saturday morning, after researching my whereabouts, Phyllis and I went to breakfast at the German Village Coffee House, Phyllis couldn't finish breakfast. I thought it was because of the Gay Head of the Local Republican Party with his son. Perhaps it wasn't his son, unless he does have one. I don't know the details, he's republican!

I got off track here...I'll have to update you on this most recent weekend. (Friday 13th and 6-14.)

Friday: Must work for money
This was trivial. I didn’t get paid for the holiday we were ‘given’ and I had to pick up my pittance of a check. Then run to downtown after picking up my check. Hello 5/3rd representative, I would like cash for my check please. Please put your thumb on the black ink pad and put your thumbprint on the check. Okay, that was cool. I waited for the COTA (aka COTApendencey) in front of the state house. To my surprise, there was a bum asking for money, he was giving away Disney pencils to those who donated to his street worthy cause. The sign on the pencil can read: Visually impaired, please donate! It was funny because, he just honed in on where I was happening to be sitting. I shook my head, and he said “hey, I can’t see, can I get some change?” I shook my head and said No over the volume of my ear phones. After he left, I laughed to myself (oh, the old days in SF). How does a visually impaired person HUNT down random people?

I finally get off of the bus in Victorian Village…take a deep breath, finally away from street rubbish…I’m picking out movies at the Redbox, a little Mexican man walked up to my left side and with great volume, can I have a cigarette??? No, I don’t smoke! Go away! Well, can I have some change? I turned around and looked him in the eye and without flinching, I told him No and leave me alone! He had dried up blood on his face, like he has just gotten the fresh crap kicked out of him.

I get home, Lessismore was on his way home, we had a date set up since I had the day off and he had half day of work. We went to see Iron Man followed up with Ted’s Montana Grill, we had Bison for lunch.

After eating, we see Ernie and Bumpo. Off to AWOL!!! After Bellomy broke up with everyone all night long and professed his love to Bumps we had to leave on a good note. Actually, I disappeared and reappeared home as everyone was telling Bellomy not to go home with Skin-Tag Joey. Imagine a skin tag hanging from your top lip on lower part of your upper lip. Okay, here’s the other part to the exercise, imagine that same skin tag growing so long that it dangles past the lower part of your lower lip. Put this is to action, You’re looking at a Joey (from Friends) type person, but you can’t help but to notice this skin tag on his upper lip is flying everywhere like a hissing snake’s forked tongue. Here’s the worst part, he sucks that wiggly piece of skin under his upper lip and tucks it in with his tongue as he speaks to you…imagine the sucking noise. SLURP…mid-sentence. The not so bad part is, when he tucks it in with his finger when no-one’s looking. Eventually, we convinced Bellomy not to go home with Joey. Bumps and Ernie show up shortly after I get home…Unbeknownst to me Ernie turned into John Wilkes Boothe Holmes before my very eyes!!! Don’t ask, I can’t tell.

We had taco bell as the boys sang their pretty little hearts out.

Saturday: Must recuperate to make a Grand Entrance at the Powwow
We got up and said, Emily will be coming 2nite, in the meantime let’s go to the German Village Coffee Shope for a Bacon Burger for breakfast with Bumpo and Ernie. When I got home, picked up a little and Lessismore and I went to the Selma Walker Powwow, surprisingly, it was a nice powwow. I went around booth-to-booth to scope out what I needed and what I could spend. I figured I could eat 25 bucks in food, which I did…and got a couple things from the booths. I had 2 Indian tacos and 1 blanket dog, buffalo kabob, and Native American flavored crushed ice. I got home, and to my surprise Emily showed up. That was one fun night…We had so much to drink, I didn’t know where to start or begin.

Sunday: Breakfast and Mausoleum
After drinking all night, I was swollen…everywhere…It was rather warm. I didn’t know what to make of it. All I remember was waking up and making eggs with Ernie while she made the potcakes. Literally, pancakes made in a pot…I was using the pan for the eggs. I went back to bed; Lessismore and Ernie woke me up and asked, you wanna come with us? I said, no, let me sleep it off. They returned from the Mausoleum and told me pretty much, the Stallmans are dead…actually there are a lot of Stallmans…the bastards who destroyed my Gucci sunglasses. They returned, we had dinner…we returned to awol for after evening cocktails. We ran into Tamara in the parking lot with her bottle of wine, she exclaims her love of Hippies and is a self-proclaimed Bohemian. I looked Bohemian up on the internet and I found a stoner dictionary and it pretty much described her to the “T.” HAHA…not for Tamara, but to the “T.” Everyone wanted to stay up all night, I went to bed early and woke up to my surprise, everyone went to sleep and Tamara was still awake. I drank with her and had a jolly ole time till 5:30 am.

Monday: Detox-Retox
I can’t tell anymore, it was hot the day before and today it was NASTi. It didn’t know how humid it wanted to be. I thought I was dexoting from this weekend of drinking. I doubt it…it was from the humidity and the doors left open so I could vent out.

At any rate, the neighbors came over for a cook out and that’s when we found out Randy’s secret recipe is semen….yes, semen…or steamed, is what he thought he was saying…the ribs, pasta salad and beans were wonderful.

Earlier in the week, Ernie and I decided, NO MATTER WHAT, we will do a photo shoot of Victorian Village/Short North, we’ll get all the fancy murals on the buildings and stuff. Ernie said, I'm bringing a friend along, and I already planned food out. I thought it was inconvenient, but then Ernie walks in with her pawpaws buddy, bnbastardized image recording turbo-shutter had to make payments antique camera which by today's kids do not know the essence and importance of zoom-focus-click-roll camera and the film feeling. Do not take a picture of this and that, remember people see your photos in the store when they process them!

We got on our way and finished up quickly (me with my digital camera and Ernie with her long lost closeted uncle (turbo-shutter)). Before we finished up, a silly woman was vocalizing her issues with her rental car..."stupid rental, I can't get in..." Ernie looked at me, and I thought DAMN!!! A woman in need, a big guy passing who doesn't own a car nor cares about them. Ernie looked at me, I thought, why the hell not?!? I get the key from the "I need help” lady and I was thinking is she playing helpless to get a man...is this a far cries of desperation...Incidentally, her locked wasn’t locked was jacked! I worked with it and got her door open. I felt good and bad. Bad because her cry for help was sincere and I was like, please don't use the helpless ole me to get a dude act...it turned out for the better because I went out of my way to help her, got her in the car...became an actual HERO!!!

After the last stop on our photohunt excursion, Ernie suggested a drink, I couldn't agree more. East Village was closed, we looked at each other and said, Cactus Bowl.

Onward to Union Cafe! We sit down, get a drink...Ernie and I look at the guys plate next to us, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!! Hummus! (We had pine nut hummus the night before) O well, we're here for drinks anyway. Few minutes into the Cactus, boy next to us, very good looking by the way, says...hey this is kinda weird, but would like my hummus? I didn't know what he meant with his question, but we hung out on the patio and brought him home. The hummus was good =D

Ernie, Will and I went to the Billiards club shortly after to make beer pong purchases at the Dollar General. It was disturbingly unusual to see a parking lot full of people IN THEIR CARS! Felt like we were in a Tijuana parking lot waiting for THA MAN.

We waited for the rest of our clan at the house and as the night crept slowly, but who should call out of the blue from Hempfest in Dayton? Hot Jessica! We decided to stay up and say what the hell, let’s make the best of it, it's a weekend and I’m here for a couple more months *sad face*

Hours of Wii, followed up by beer-pong and Tipsy. You had to see Hot Jessica, tie-dyed Ohio Buckeye shirt, rocker hair due rag and kicking everyone’s ass at guitar hero. But I became the Burp Master on a Wee bunny game.

Morning came, a couch cushion was soaked through, a sea of bodies on the floor and on the couches. First person awake: BREAKFAST!!! Second woken up: Breakfast, sounds good? Lessismore: I HATE BREAKFAST! The others: it’s on!

I really wanted to eat with Will, but he had to get on the bus back to Dayton. For some cosmic reason we could not eat together, I accepted all terms and conditions when the Universe interjects.

We waited to medicate Brian (aka Mr. "I gonna kill you in half!") before we got out of the house. We dropped off Will at greyhound and had a quick teary breakup. We wanted to do the park. Not us, Herve, Alex, Rebound and Morgan.

Quick Lineup: Morgan (Yorkie), Alex (Short Hair Tiger Domestic), Harvey (pronounced: Herve: Wonderfully black longhair boy cat, home to home shaved by his saviors: the lesbians who were ‘allergic’ to him, then turned over to a turdknocker who forgot he had a cat possessed by Ernie the mother of all strays), Rebound (Ferret, purchased after the previous Ferret passed away).

We went to Goodale Park, (Have I told you about Community Festival at Goodalepark? Ask me later, I have more to write) Hi-C, sunglasses, pets in tote and a blanket to sit on and another cover up with, it was chilly, schizophrenic weather patterns (I want to rain, no I don't, I want to be hot and sunny, no I don't...). We get home, Lessismore says, you wanna go to the bar? I thought, hell no, but then I thought, why not???

I went and couldn't have had a better time with the locals. I hung out with the smokers in front of AWOL and in the back patio of the bar with the other smokers. It didn't matter, everyone was in rare form: a sense of family. I kinda understand why Les goes out there without me sometimes. We got home and simmered down to Desperate Housewives and Macaroni and Cheese with pieces of cheeseburger from the day before...A must do again!

Good Morning, it's now Monday May 19, 2008 11:55am.

Yes...it's me, and I'm back.

Kinda like the new job although I'm still a temp.

Can't wait to get to California.

Love the bf, he gets in the crossfire many times. (Please don't answer the door!!!! ((!!@DAMN@!!))

Friend got his car repoe'd after work. The guy knocked, and I was anxious as usual as if anyone knocked on the door.

Friend lives with us.

So yea...I'm on the computer in my beige/accented brown carhartt jacket, blanche red perry ellis velvatine pj bottoms, white t-shirt, glass of wine at the computer desk writing on LJ...bottle on desk...glass looking half-and-half. Most people would say so-an-so.

I figure my neighbours could use the likes of my company. I am good company!

Other than applying lotion on my body daily since the season changed, I cashed my Ohio retirement out to get to Cali as I can possibly do.

I'm inspired.

Other than Shay throwing up into a plugged toilet full of dobey's poop and Ernie plunging the toilet as Shay vomits more while she restrains herself from puking on Shay's head...yes, dobey once again laid there on the floor passed out after plugging up the toilet with a dirty ass as his friends once again clean up after him...

But who am I?

The grass isn't greener on the other side, it's what I can do for the grass...I'm going to leave it at that...

Shay and his BF want to what with who when why and how...why does their breath smell like poop?

Well, it's because theire both full of shit!!! HA HA!!!

I need to break on a sip of wine for now...

TTYS!!!

Please come back!

Let me know what you're doing.

I would rather be smashing grapes for my own wine!!!

Jan. 3, 8:57 a.m. EST - The Full Wolf Moon. Amid the zero cold and deep snows of midwinter, the wolf packs howled hungrily outside Indian villages. It was also known as the Old Moon or the "Moon After Yule." In some tribes this was the Full Snow Moon; most applied that name to the next Moon.

Feb. 2, 12:45 a.m. EST - The Full Snow Moon. Usually the heaviest snows fall in this month. Hunting becomes very difficult, and hence to some tribes this was the Full Hunger Moon.

March 3, 6:17 p.m. EST - The Full Worm Moon. In this month the ground softens and the earthworm casts reappear, inviting the return of the robins. The more northern tribes knew this as the Full Crow Moon, when the cawing of crows signals the end of winter, or the Full Crust Moon because the snow cover becomes crusted from thawing by day and freezing at night. The Full Sap Moon, marking the time of tapping maple trees, is another variation. A total lunar eclipse will take place on this night; the Moon will appear to rise will totally immersed (or nearly so) in the Earth's shadow over the eastern United States. The rising Moon will be emerging from the shadow over the central United States, while over the Western U.S. the eclipse will be all but over by the time the Moon rises.

April 2, 1:15 p.m. EDT - The Full Pink Moon. The grass pink or wild ground phlox is one of the earliest widespread flowers of the spring. Other names were the Full Sprouting Grass Moon, the Egg Moon, and -- among coastal tribes -- the Full Fish Moon, when the shad came upstream to spawn. This is also the Paschal Full Moon; the first full Moon of the spring season. The first Sunday following the Paschal Moon is Easter Sunday, which indeed will be observed six days later on Sunday, April 8.

May 2, 6:09 a.m. EDT - The Full Flower Moon. Flowers are abundant everywhere. It was also known as the Full Corn Planting Moon or the Milk Moon.

May 31, 9:04 p.m. EDT - The Blue Moon. The second full Moon occurring within a calendar month is usually bestowed this title.

Although the name suggests that to have two Full Moons in a single month is a rather rare occurrence (happening "just once in a . . . "), it actually occurs once about every three years on average.

June 30, 9:49 a.m. EDT - The Full Strawberry Moon. Known to every Algonquin tribe. Europeans called it the Rose Moon.

July 29, 8:48 p.m. EDT - The Full Buck Moon, when the new antlers of buck deer push out from their foreheads in coatings of velvety fur. It was also often called the Full Thunder Moon, thunderstorms being now most frequent. Sometimes also called the Full Hay Moon.

Aug. 28, 6:35 a.m. EDT - The Full Sturgeon Moon, when this large fish of the Great Lakes and other major bodies of water like Lake Champlain is most readily caught. A few tribes knew it as the Full Red Moon because the moon rises looking reddish through sultry haze, or the Green Corn Moon or Grain Moon. A total lunar eclipse will coincide with moonset for the eastern United States. The Central and Mountain Time Zones will see the Moon's emergence coincide with moonset, while the western United States will see the entire eclipse.

Sept. 26, 3:45 p.m. EDT - The Full Harvest Moon. Always the full Moon occurring nearest to the Autumnal Equinox. Corn, pumpkins, squash, beans, and wild rice-- the chief Indian staples--are now ready for gathering.

Oct. 26, 12:52 a.m. EDT - The Full Hunter's Moon. With the leaves falling and the deer fattened, it is time to hunt. Since the fields have been reaped, hunters can ride over the stubble, and can more easily see the fox, also other animals that have come out to glean and can be caught for a thanksgiving banquet after the harvest. The Moon will also be at perigee later this day, at 7:00 a.m., at a distance of 221,676 miles from Earth. Very high tides can be expected from the coincidence of perigee with full Moon.

Nov. 24, 9:30 a.m. EST - The Full Beaver Moon. Time to set beaver traps before the swamps freeze to ensure a supply of warm winter furs. Another interpretation suggests that the name Beaver Full Moon comes from the fact that the beavers are now active in their preparation for winter. Also called the Frosty Moon.

Dec. 23, 2:51 a.m. EST - The Full Cold Moon; among some tribes, the Full Long Nights Moon. In this month the winter cold fastens its grip, and the nights are at their longest and darkest. Also sometimes called the "Moon before Yule" (Yule is Christmas, and this time the Moon is only just before it). The term Long Night Moon is a doubly appropriate name because the midwinter night is indeed long and the Moon is above the horizon a long time. The midwinter full Moon takes a high trajectory across the sky because it is opposite to the low Sun.

So you know, when I begin to collect my wits I'll put them down here. Happy new year.

Restfull peace to:
Lawrence Craft (2007)

Who's next?

More to come in a reflection of '06 in '07.

Have a safe, wonderful, enjoyable new year!

Peace Out.

There’s something obviously wrong with Mr. Argante’s spaghetti. While at Ernie’s last night I was pitted against the bottomless bowl of spaghetti and chicken parmesan, I kept it down and it was delicious. It was a draw.

I’m not saying Ernie’s a bad cook, what I’m really saying is; Mr. Argante needs to go back to school and learn how to whip up food correctly so it may be edible. Ernie’s food’s the whip, Mr. Argante needs to be whipped.

While we ate dinner, Harvey made bread in the kitchen for Dobes.

Please allow me to share...

I'm at work right now, regretting the moment that I gladly accepted Mr. Argante's dinner invitation. Well, here's why:

Not only chemistry, but life situations that occur around the world on a daily basis affect everyone in different ways. Par example, a person passes away, you bereave, someone is in the hospital, you visit them, you're the person who lived through a fatal accident, you were the victim of molestation, hence a victim of Mr. Argante's latent vengeance.

As you can see they are quite the unusual group of friends, they've slept with each other, lived with each other, partied with each other through the thick and thin.

Mr. Argante a server for old people with illusions of grandeur, he lays claim to everything that was not given to him. He names everything (animals, plants, inanimate objects) probably because he never had children, but five dogs and three cats he attempted to rename, only 2 dogs and 1 cat are his. He's insistent about imposing his efforts before anyone, he's the first person to go into your kitchen and rearrange everything without your permission or without you knowing about it. He adds his spices to your chili or Mexican food while you're were away from the stove. Other than that, he's a very hospitable person...a Catholic you cannot take the booze from.

Kitty, a former financial pioneer in the Midwest. His career cut short to two bouts of cancer and an intolerant employer who let him go on disability-separation leading to disability status. An upstanding person who turned to alcohol to cope with separation anxiety from the thing he loved doing most, working. Being in his 50's most friends have passed away from AIDS, a very gregarious man who enjoys being the center of attention as if it were his last day to make his comedy routine...a life routine. You can speak with kitty on varied subjects from day time talk shows to intrinsic values. He owns a poodle due to unfortunate circumstances. Dolly, Kitty's mentor passed away and inherited Gary the poodle...only as kin should do. Gary, the unkempt grey poodle who has a brown moustache from eating his rear end due to genetic-predisposition due to being a purebred poodle. His cat, his pride and joy is a great communicator as well as a conversationalist with humans. His Cat, Tom Tom the lone ranger doesn't go everywhere because he's a house cat. Gary goes everywhere since Kitty's autophobic and needs to be around people most of the time. People take advantage of Kitty's presence. Kitty wasn't able to go home when winter came around, seasonal affective disorder (SAD) is obviously at play here. He ended up going to treatment for his excessive alcohol intake for the holidays...when he had a mild seizure last week Dwayne, Lessismore and Mr. Argante helped get his clothes on and counted out everything in front of everyone to be certain that everyone was on the same page of what Kitty possessed. 630 Dollars was counted out between them. Dwayne held onto it, because Kitty is one of dearest friends and Dwayne is trustworthy.

Dwayne originally moved into a chic place in our neighborhood with his two dogs and one cat, his roommate Mr. Argante. Dwayne is an upstanding man, you can see his goodness in his acts for people, and he’s very thoughtful. If he had lots of money, he would be sure to take care of everyone around him. He is the bread-winner of this household which allowed Mr. Argante to take gross advantage of his kindness and money for partying. Mr. Argante became comfortable since he paid the bills with his and Dwayne's money...well, most of Dwayne's money since Mr. Argante was very prissy about working more than 20 hours a week and take off work at any given opportunity. Lee came into the picture last Thanksgiving from out of nowhere, a blessing in disguise...originally a fling for Mr. Argante, but a life saver for Dwayne. Dwayne needed honest support from someone that he could call a boyfriend/partner. Dwayne works a demanding schedule doing what he enjoys, helping the elderly, a thankless job. Mr. Argante always held transportation over Dwayne's head as a control tool, hence an abusive relationship. While Kitty was on the ground in an alcohol induced seizure, Dwayne held the money that was counted in front of everyone. Dwayne and Lee planned on moving out because Mr. Argante was just spending any money in his possession towards a party that no one wanted to be a part of. Mr. Argante found Kitty's money in Dwayne's room and deposited it into his bank account...he claims there was 420 dollars in his account that is Kitty's. I'm hesitant to believe this.

While Kitty's in the hospital receiving help for his recent bout with alcohol, he's late 2 months rents which that money he had on him was to be applied to rent so he wouldn't be evicted.

Pretty much everyone is sick of everything and the way things are going. Just yesterday Dwayne moved out while Mr. Argante was at work, FYI, they are a month and half behind in rent because Mr. Argante refuses to work more than 20 hours and spends all of his money on booze, it ruined his relationship with a well-known bar owner previous to Dwayne. Bar Owner asked "is he still dirking and working less than part time? That is what ended our 17 year relationship."

Mr. Argante projects Kitty will move in with him once he's out of the Hospital and pretends that Dwayne left at his own accord with Mr. Argante's help. Since Dwayne sobered up and is now with Lee, they moved Dwayne's two dogs and one cat out while Mr. Argante was at work. The money that was missing from Kitty was the last straw that broke the camels back.

Dwayne communicated this to Kitty while he was in the hospital. Kitty made sure that Dwayne knew he is not interested in moving in with Mr. Argante and he is rather happy in the apartment he is currently in. Mr. Argante makes up his own situations without letting other people know what he's planning on doing. Basically, Kitty's money has depleted due to the carelessness of Mr. Argante.

Lessismore and I felt bad about all this happening at one time, so we graced Mr. Argante with our presence in case he didn't have any company...as a matter of fact, everyone abandoned ship because of him and his ill-conceived actions.

Mr. Argante invited us over for an early (9pm) dinner last night. I don't know if he had enough alcohol to function correctly in the kitchen, but we had Spaghetti with homemade meat sauce.

3 nights previous he invited us over for hamburger and macaroni and cheese. I had terrible diarrhea from that episode and questioned Mr. Argante's food preparation measures from that point on. This wasn't the first time I questioned it.

So anyway, the food was good and I went to bed early because I had not caught up on my sleep from having this blasted cold. I just got my voice back yesterday and I do not have a voice today, it's very painful to speak or pass air through my throat.

I wake up out of a dead sleep at 3am...well actually 2:40am my alarm clock is 20 minutes fast. I barrel through the walk-through closet to the toilet because I started coughing uncontrollably. It felt like there was a feather in the back of my throat forcing me to cough really hard, it almost felt good but it hurt terribly. I wondered why my body was acting funny because it hasn't done me wrong like this before.

I realized while cleaning the toilet as I dry heaved for 45 minutes, Mr. Argante's platter of vengeance was served to the wrong people.

Lessismore and I were food poisoned!

While my body attempted to get everything out of my system Lessismore woke up running down the stairs to the other bathroom...yes, we projectile vomited in unison.

Having been bulimic from a previous chapter in my life, reverse-peristalsis had been damaged hence my difficulty expelling spaghetti with homemade meat sauce (OLD MEAT).

I return to my question: How does one negate a meal invitation since we have explored why?

My advice is, no matter how old you are...OLD MEAT isn't good for you, no matter hot the 'meat' is.

:To Be Edited/Revised:

I've been struggling with this nasty cold.

Have you ever thought if your toothbrush can hold your cold bacteria or an influenza virus?

What happens if you are that person who brushes on a daily basis?

Does this germ wait for you to brush everyday only to make the sickness process last longer?

Let me know what you think...

Find your Celestial Choir


Will update when I get a chance.

We have a person in our group that some consider a friend. I consider him a terrible addition to the group. At any rate, I’m not pointing any fingers, however I’ve known this person since he was poor and he is poor and sometimes homeless. From what I’m told, he was rich Once Upon A Time… So you know, you don’t extort $30,000+ from rich daddy and then tell mommy that daddy’s cheating on her.

Well anyway, he carries a spare pair of clothes in a shoulder strapped square luggage (Gucci). On one of his homeless excursions he ended up at AWOL…hoping to find a person to go home with (or a place to stay for the night). Of course it worked; he’s blond and aging quickly. Diva, the bartender told me all of this the next morning. The bartender fashionably named him Mary Kay with his baggage accessory. Great, a bar tick that brings his own over night bag, what more could you ask for…whith that said, he now carries a smaller no-name brand bag which earned him the new name...Avon Lady.


We’ll I’ll tell you:

Martty at the bar, x-gf, crack, boys and how he likes it...To be continued.

October 27, 2006
Friday 7:22pm

Ernie and I patiently waited for a friend to show up last minute before the show. We're getting liquored up before the show. How appropriate you might say.

She gets dressed up in the eternal douche outfit...I might add that she did a fabulous job on tearing up it!!! By the way, fabulous is not a GWAR word...nonetheless a spoken word in their cohorts’ company. So anyhoo, I get sneaker pimped out 2 the 9's. Matching army fatigue pants, douche tops and makeup up the wazoo...I decided I'd look fabulous with glitter in my eyebrows and on my ear lobes. Fabulous is another ix-nay word to the GWAR cohort.

Lessismore dropped us off at the Newport for our Entrance Grande. Upon entering the doors, we needed several refills to tolerate the crowd. I about got my ass kicked up and down the stage and possibly used as a mop to sweep up the blood and semen from the ‘performance.’

Some boys looked at me like something was wrong with me because I had on glitter. A former neighbor was there with his douchebag friends, and I said hey I used to live next to you...then he remembered as his douchebag friend says, dude what the fuck's on your ears...is that glitter?...(in a tone as if he needed to kick my ass right then and there). Good thing I knew his friend, the neighbor.

After that episode, I took the glitter off so I could refrain from being accosted by jackholes wanting to kick an ass. Without the glitter, I get hit on by every so-called 'bisexual' boy in the Newport. I told them; sorry I'm here with a friend. That was my queue to get away from them and get more beer for me and Ernie.

To avenge the assjacks, I would frequent the bathroom with all the oldschool freaks to drain the lizard. I figured, if I was an asshole I would drink someone's beer that was left above the toilet. I engaged in…yes, you thought of it, ‘community service’ and fill up the empty cups with my own lizard juice. =D Yep, you read it right, lizard juice! Muahahahahaaa.....

Ernie nested in the nosebleed section with her bathtub of brew at arms reach for throwing down...I decide to crowd surf when GWAR hit the stage...wait a minute, but there's more...

While in the pit next to the stage, a smelly, drunk, long bearded, thin, shirtless, hippie was soo high and drunk he chuked all over the place...projectile chuke...Everyone around me gave the dude his space and I look over at him and I said "hey dude, you're ok don’t worry about it." he didn't mind...I didn't realize until after he walked away that he projectile chuked down the back of my outfit...I wasn't too worried, I was drunk and the show was about to begin, no point in losing my space near the stage.

When GWAR hit the stage, all I could remember was a guy behind me who ran up on me and jammed his boner into my back side (it wasn't very flattering) only to have 600-1000 pounds of pressure from the back, side-to-side attempting to be whittled out of the crowd, thank goodness I’m a solid person...all the skinny boys and girls got uprooted and crowd surfed to the sides of the stage.

I didn't realize this until I was stuck in the crowd, the band spooged and bled all over our faces while being swayed back and forth with the other drunks. By this time, I wasn't too worried about the vomit on my backside, I was certain other people had rubbed it off of my outfit. Other than the spooge, blood the rowdy band, the music was banging. The crowd was soo cluster fucked that I was blood was boiling where I swayed...I didn't mind the spooge and blood bath. While Trannysoreass Rex was getting impaled on stage, he threw up on us in between spraying blood through his neck. T-Rex had blue and red blood. Shortly after the show ended I was on my way back to Ernie...only to be pulled out by the Master Douchebag himself...the Tour Manager...he motioned me to stand in a special spot for the band to hang with after the show.

I waited with other kids and some old dude who just got sick of waiting for them and started helping the stage crew pack up for the band. It was a little weird. I was wondering where Ernie was or if she even saw me from the nosebleed section.

Nope, she didn't see me...

By the time Master Douchebag finally got back to me about the band, they decided it would be a fantastic trick to leave the groupies hanging. I was a little upset, but not heartbroken….rather flattered.

Thank goodness I lived 10 avenues south of the Newport. Ernie lives four avenues south. I didn't realize how drunk and messy I was after the show. I looked like a zombie, the blood, spooge and T-Rex blood all a HOAX!!! It was food dye!!! I looked like a zombie roaming the streets on the Friday night before Halloween. Perfect, I was near campus with all the other costumed party goers. I fit in just fine.

On my way back to the humble abode, I made my way to Zeno's bar...it was interesting, lots of wannabe straight boys and unseeingly militant lezbos. On the way to Zeno's a hot fairy girl picked me up on the way...she needed an escort...I said, I’ll help you find the way...

Once I got through the doors, she left me to be with a closeted boy in a nurse's scrub, how obvious.

I made it home and looked in the mirror...To Be Continued...

---Cont'd---

Night of the Living Dead Returns had NOTHING on me that night...I scared myself when I saw my face, lots of jizz and blood and blue stuff (food dye). I guess GWAR thought they'd switch up the dye jobs on the fans. Looking good and feeling far from gorgeous and possibly 3 sheets to the wind at this point. I staggered home from the bar (3 blocks) and finally disrobed at the door and washed my face and passed out naked on the couch. I neatly made a pile to-be-incinerated consisting of my GWAR gear.

October 29, 2006
Saturday 8:34am

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK...
WTF??? Who the hell is at my door unannounced on a Saturday morning?

Rudely awakened by this point with party face and Zombie excrement in my DNA, I yelled at Lessismore to get the damn door. He's yelling back telling me to get the damn door. While naked, I put the closest outfit on so I could be presentable to who was at the door.

Phyllis (short for Syphilis) was standing at the door shaking off the buzz from the night before only chasing the hangover with more booze.

I open the door with zombie face...”what the fuck do you want? Lessismore is upstairs.”

After Phyllis let out a blood curdling shriek when she saw my face I knew I must've had a great time at the GWAR show.

Side note: Lessismore was out of commission hence Phyllis’s visit to take him to the Urgent care to check out his torn ligaments and get an assessment of a new bionic leg. I guess Spice does that to a person.

At lunch, I call Gram to see how it is going and what's going on. She did next weeks forecast on her Doom's day chart for November 28, 2006. It's supposed to be a bad bad day. I take her advise with a grain of salt...however, she hasn't been wrong before. It's Mom's birthday too, that's why Gram thought it would be nice to share that information with me.

I bump into one of the fore founding principles of my organization eating snacks as if chewing the cud.

This person asked how things are going, I told them 28th will be a good day, it's my Mom's b-day.

I met the other principle of my organization and was very I was very delighted to meet this person.

I was named Christian Papi today!

Ok, my world has been rocked since I last made the most recent entry...

Let me update you why I needed my peach pill (AKA Xanadoo)...Ernie may have paranoia like the world is out to get her, in actuality the cosmic world it out there to get me for some unkempt retribution factor.

For example, this morning when I get in to work, I find a 4 page print out with a pen that I threw into the abyss a week ago I found sitting on my desk as if it had been waiting for me to comfort it.

I move the pen thinking, I don't know where this went but I'm glad it's back. I look at the print out, 4 pages of what an emoticon =D is and a tangent on what an assicon is...you know (_?_) which means dumb ass etc.

I wonder where it came from, I don't know what the implications are, but where the heck did my pen come from? It was a nice way to start off the day, and then I get the call from Jeneticka (previous entry). I've had the confused smile on my face pretty much most of the morning...my jaws hurt from that unusual confused smile pose for 2 teeth girding hours.

The purpose of this entry:

Homegirl HOlmes and her Homegirl, we'll refer to her as Glenda from San Isidro, California. Of course I can spot real Versace from a mile away and I made my nonchalant compliment about her frame. She knew I was different because not everyone wears real Versace, especially in Buckeye country...more like knock-off country.

I let the girls know I'm from Cali too, and then they thought I was cool. From that point on I couldn't stop them from talking. Once I gave them the info they needed, they wanted to linger a little longer. Glenda the 'good' one says "Papi, here's my phone number, you call me this weekend and we'll get into some trouble." Go figure…

By the way, it's a little chilly outside for the outfit she wore; RIPE melons are out of season.

Just a minute ago, I got the coolest call from a deaf customer. The video sign language phone number calls me to do Video Phones instead of old-school TTY. That was different, thank goodness for technology being put to good use.

So I do my thing at the desk and take calls accordingly, like any good worker. I get a call first thing in the morning from this person I shall name, Jeneticka the jobless bible beater.

Jeneticka: Good morning sir, do you have any job openings?

Meckadeth: Sure, do you have access to the internet? You can view everything we have available and download our application our information is provided on there in case you have any questions.

(I don't know if I sound fruity over the phone or what, what in my voice and/or intonation gives away that I could possibly be a sinner [I know I didn't drink last night, however I did pig out on guacamole, corn chips and pasta salad], nonetheless care that an offensive jobless name caller needs help getting work.)

Jeneticka: Thank you sir, are you willing to be saved? Do you know about our lord the savoir Jesus Christ? You need to repent for all of your sins sir...(Click, dial tone...)

Meckadeth: Thank yo...

What a way to start of the day, I'm going to laugh ALL DAY in the name of Jesus Christ. What can I say; supposedly he gave me what I have to work with.

I have a message for you Jeneticka, do not call me out in the morning, at least save me on a full stomach.

I was tired and went to bed at a reasonable time (actually, I had to wake up Dracula before I went to bed; he doesn’t have an alarm clock). It's unusual that I dream and recall them:

Lessismore and I moved out to a place in the Berkeley Hills into an apartment building with studios. Lessismore moved into the first floor and I on the 3rd floor. You know how the first day is of move in is...I had too much crap. I was invited by the neighbors across the way (Mr. Vino) for a classy beverage in between the move; mind you 80% of my crap was in still in the hallway.

While upstairs in Mr. Vino’s mega 2-story studio apartment, he introduced me to the fun crowd as explained a little about the community and who knows what and who not to know. After networking, I walked downstairs in his mega studio only to find a mysterious dude opened up Mr. Vino’s front door and crapping off of Mr. Vino’s balcony. This didn't seem right to me, I let Mr. Vino know what's going on. Mr. Vino came down and knew the guy and the guy kept saying, “We all live here and you have a balcony so it's community property.” Mr. Vino with a fury in his eyes politely explained: I don't know what language you speak, but this my damn apartment get fuck out and don't you ever return.” Mr. Vino told me to watch out for the residents some of them are Ka-RAZY!!!

I return to my humble abode with my crap still in the hallway, anxiously waiting to be moved in. All of my belongings…not stolen, but vandalized. Someone went around with a red permanent marker and wrote stupid shit all over my belongings and on the on insides of my clothing...it didn't bother me, only the fact this person may have riffled through my studio apartment too!

I walked into my studio apartment a little panicked; Eartha Kitt just happens to be going through my drag queen outfits..."darling, I've been waiting for you. A crazy bitch went nuts on your shit outside and I thought I'd wait here until the owner showed up...Do you mind if I change into one of your lovely outfits?" Sure! (What else could I say, it’s Eartha) Eartha told me to visit with the “homeboys” down the hall, 'the one who speaks another language.' While visiting with the ‘homeboys’ and getting the scoop on the local situation, they boys were actually cool. They let me check out their studio apartment and introduced me to the secret room filled with feathered, bejeweled, custom-made concert outfits...not drag outfits, but stage outfits. I knew these boys weren't the culprits...They were OutKast.

Once was settled in, Lessismore and I met up with some old school friends from UCB for and evening yogurt at Durant Square off of Telegraph Avenue. Out of NOWHERE, my nutz-oid cousin Asia appears out of the dark shadows of the night..."Hey…I know you moved in to that new place, why didn't you tell me you were moving back." It was self evident that Asia had visited my place with a red marker that evening.

Thank you Eartha, enjoy my Abortia 6six6 outfit!

Yep, you guessed it! Something amiss, something from the past...something that's about to kick our ass!

GWAR, I don't care for their music, I don't know what they sing (or if you would call it signing) but Ernie is about to dress up like a big 'douche thing' and I'm about to go as a 'douche bag.' I don't know what Bethy's planning, but we're gonna bring it on...

I haven't bumped into people I know at a store shopping for the same show...Not that we planned it that way, but it was super cool.

Happiness will never last when darkness comes to kick your ass!!! So let's dance through all of this, GWAR is in the house for a bit...The whole club should doing their part...from the bottom of their black hearts...