Answer me this...

How is it that I can feel for someone that I have never met? I have talked to Ralphy for almost a year now and when I talk to him for like the first time in eons I am all giddy again. What the fuck!! But it is not like that I want you type of feeling it is knowing that I am talking to him as a friend. I can't say that I'm completely over the whole crush thing but I just like knowing that he is in my life still. He means so much to me and yet I have never met him. I am totally attached to him as a friend. He is such a good person. I have learned that sometimes it is okay to let people in and trust people over the net. Just think if I would have never responded to his first IM what would life be like now? Weird thought.

Today at work I wrote something but I am saving that for another day because it is way a downer. I cried at work today however. What is my problem? I feel like a woman gonig through menopause or something. I was text-messaging Cheri :) and I asked her "How is it that I deserve to have you in my life?" It was just a question that I have wanted to ask her for a while. She responded that "I am a person that gives unconditional love, giving of myself, and that I make people happy while putting my feelings aside and I deserve her because I need to be reminded of that often and shown the love that I have always been lacking and she is the one that wants to do that." Hello wouldn't you have cried too? I was like "OH MY GAA" (<-----Jessica Simpson reference) and started to cry. But it was good tears so it is okay.

So everyone in the family knows about Cheri and I except for Stacy, Phil and Allan. I'll tell them shortly when I go to Baltimore next weekend. My grandmother is overjoyed of course. All of Cheri's relatives know in Taiwan. And her family here as well knows. Everyone thinks we are crazy. And I can't say that it doesn't seem a little crazy but I haven't been so sure of anything like this in about 6 or 7 years. So just know that it is being done for all the right reasons and that I wouldn't have given her a ring if I didn't mean it. And she wouldn't have taken it if she didn't mean it.

Night everyone I have to work over tomorrow for leaving work early today to take Cheri to D.C. to her doctors appointment. Shaw Yong Mai decided she didn't want to take Cheri at the last minute so I spent the afternoon in D.C. without a jacket and freezing my balls off. Ta-toodles!!

Red envelopes

I so know about the red envelopes!! I watched Cheri's Uncle's wedding video last night and Cheri explained the whole process and the red envelopes. Money...money...money...money....MONEY!!

More later...off to see my sweetheart (aka Pookie)!

How gross is that?

Spill the Beans

So I'm talking to Ralphy right now and I thought "Hey I need to write a quick note in the blog." I told my grandmother today! She is beyond happy! I go to Taiwan in November. I get married in the states in August. No other news as of yet.

Nerves

I am so nervous right now. I have to tell my grandparents that I am engaged. I know that it is happy news but for some odd reason I am nervous about having to say. It is just big news. I know that my grandparents are going to go all spastic and be overjoyed but I'm nervous. I never thought I would say that I was engaged to a woman.

Now let me explain this marriage. First of all Cheri and I have decided that this is an open marriage. If she wants to have a boy or girl friend or if I want a boyfriend she and I can have one. The reason that we are getting married is truly because we love each other. We have talked for hours on the subject and realize that we both offer each other what we have been looking for for a long long time. We offer each other unconditional love, trust, friendship, emotional support. We are non-judging of each other, always able to express our emotions to each other, we have a relationship that is not effected by sex which we feel really destroys a lot of relationships. Yeah we have talked about having kids which yes will happen. Wether it be the natural way or invetro it will happen. Cheri's mother Yong Mai told Cheri today that Apo and Apu (the Mardarin word for grandmother and grandfather) will love me because I am a very kind and generous person. Also that I have a nice and beautiful face will make them like me even more. So it is good to know that Cheri's mother supports us. We are not planning the wedding for any time soon but we are still engaged. Cheri's mother is buying my wedding band in Taiwan and bringing it back. Cheri's mother loves Cheri's ring so I am happy for that. I just have to save up to get the wedding band for Cheri...it is another $1500. Oh and did I mention that after our wedding here we are going to Taiwan to stay with her family and getting married there as well. I was told last night that we have to have a Chinese wedding too. Also I was taught the proper customs last night for a wedding in Taiwan. Cheri is making the attempt to teach me as much as possible. I told her and her mother that I am willing to learn as much as they are willing to teach me. I am going to have Cheri to teach me so Mandarin so that I can try to communicate with her grandparents and relatives to a point. I know it will not be easy but I want to learn.

So anyway, I'm excited that I now have a fiancee and I am someone's fiance. I never thought I would be this excited about getting married....but I am. And I can actually get married. It sucks that if I find someone (a guy) I can't marry him yet...I mean I can but not in every state. That needs to be changed. And yes we have thought about if someone else wants to marry us that they will just have to deal with being with us knowing that we are already married. Yeah I know this sounds like a big old mess but truly neither of us see the relationship ever really being more than just the two of us. We just want to have the option.

It's official

I'm am officially under the title of "fiance." I got Cheri her engagement ring today. It is beautiful. $8000 worth of beautiful. But Cheri is well worth the investment.

The ring is a grade E diamond (the grades start at D so yeah it's almost perfect). It is a princess cut center diamond that is .63 carats, with (2) .25 cts on each side and then 6 smaller princess cut diamonds on the band. The total weight of the ring is 1.45 carats. I'll take a picture soon so I can post it. So yay me...I'm a fiance!! The ring doesn't sound like much for 8k but it is the quality. The ring is beautiful I have never seen one like it before.

Wayne get to planning this thing...hello!!

Patrick...my back is hurting continuously throughout the day and the medicine I take is not working any longer. But it is something I have to deal with. And you are so sweet for asking!

Suspended

I know this might seem gross and what not but I really don't give a shit. Have you ever been driving down the road, street, highway, whatever and spit a piece of gum out the window? Have you noticed that for one or how ever many milli-seconds that it stays suspended in the air? I noticed that today on the way home when I spit out my gum. I thought to myself..."Interesting, yet beautiful."

I'm on the verge of having a summer wedding. And a future boyfriend. Cheri and I have discussed getting married this summer and it looks like there is an 80% chance. Michael pretty much knows that I like him "in that way." When he was told by Missy (Cheri's girlfriend...like not your girl who is a friend...like I love you my girlfriend) he blushed, smiled, and trotted away. He had no clue. He does now.

Anyway, my back is hurting and I'm off to relax since I've only gotten a total of 6 hours of sleep since Sunday, watch a couple of movies, and grab something to eat. I just thought of how pathetic I am. I write down everything...how interesting is it knowing that I'm hungry, ready to watch a movie, and relax? Not very I assure you. Anywho, I'm seriously thinking about seeing a sleep specialist. Insomnia rocks when you really need to stay awake but when it comes to "being productive" it is a pain in my ass.

P.S. Cheri is doing very well. I am so getting the affection I was looking for from her. Not like that type...holding hands, a kiss here and there, hugs, having someone to cuddle on the couch with. Aww...I'm about to be sad. She is so cute. And my fiance. Yeah I forgot to mention we refer to each other as "my fiance" now. Wayne, good suggestion on colors...Cheri loves glittery things and purple is her second favorite aside from pink. But I the sad part is I can see myself wearing a white tuxedo (which personally I find disgusting) covered in glitter shaped hearts. That would be a great Kodak moment. Enough babbling...and again I repeat myself...if you have never been go to Patrick's site. Tanning Bed Virgin....LMAO!

Blogging should be made law

I think that everyone needs to blog. Wether it be once a day or once a week, month, whenever. Not only is it good for the soul but it also provides about an hour of entertainment for me a day. I am seriously thinking about writing someone in the government (which it doesn't matter because they are all bastards) and telling them that it would be beneficial to the school system to have children start writing in online journals. It would help them learn about themselves, learn about other people (races, sexes, sexualities), and plus it would give them a chronicle of their lives. I am so in a political mood right now. Go Gay Marriage!!

Anyway, Cyn never let's me down. Her comment about if you want a piece of pie come over "I'll be vacuuming in high heels." Has totally validated my day as being a good one.

Cheri had her surgery today. I haven't heard from her yet so I'm assuming that everything went well. I mean she did have surgery on her lip so I'm thinking that she can't talk. Otherwise, I would have heard from her. I think I'll call Yong Mai, Cheri's mom to get an update.

By the way there may be a summer wedding in the future. Cheri and I are talking about getting married this summer. Not because we're crazy but because we love each other and because we realize that she can have her boyfriends/girlfriends and I can have my boyfriends. Plus we both want kids and I think we would make lovely children. If we decide to get married I am so having in a location that all my bloggie buddys can attend.

And suggestions for colors?

Thou Shalt Not Be Made To Touch Thy Friends Booty

Unless you know deep down inside you've been wanting to do this for a while. At Deer Park last night Cheri took my hand and latched it onto Michael's booty without me even know what was going on. That is until I felt he "firm and round" booty as I told him it was. Hotness was the main event last night. We all looked killer. Cheri in her salsa inspired red dress, Michael in his fatigue/army inspired outfit, Me in my Hawaiian/Cowboy DKNY. Cheri danced with a lesbian. I'm not pinpointing sexuality here but Cheri is proclaimed straight however, Michael and I have sneezed so much pixie dust on her let's just say she's explored the other side of the rainbow and she liked it. To make things worse is that I was supposed to keep her in line last night. I failed and she got Lori's digits. Lori is one of the hottest butch dragking lesbians I have ever seen. She is extremely doable. Anyway, after we left the club we went to Denny's (I thought I was going to puke) and saw the most God awful looking people I have ever seen in my life. I mean it was like a total freakshow. I know it's not nice to talk about people but damn these people were toe' the fuck up. We saw a woman the size of Nebraska, the asian version of Brittney Spears, a dragqueen with full on make up but wearing dirty clothes, chicks with fatrolls for days and then out of the blue came..."Blue sweater Boy" or "Brock" the name that I gave him. Gorgeous...made the trip to Denny's worth while. Oh yeah and I got to see Cheri's ass underneath the table. Girl has got a slammin body but the ass...damn. Her thong was so cute.

So basically last night was about me touching and looking at booty. I can't complain.

Weird happening: Michael gave me a very very wonderful hug last night that I wasn't expecting. Could it be that his walls are breaking down and he is finally opening his eyes. (Michael is looking for a model or eye candy whatever you want to call it. He is going for style not substance in this situation) Cheri and I both think he is starting to realize he'll never be with anyone that will treat him right if he basis it all off looks alone. Hello I'm Mr. Personality here and I'm not model material but damn I not ugly either. Please let Cheri's advice last night go through his thick skull. Her exact words were "You need to stop looking for a model. 9 times out of 10 he will be arrogant and treat you like shit. Looks fade but personality doesn't. You need to look at what is right in front of you." Hello even though I wasn't in the car at the time the reference should be crystal clear.

God why does he have to be so hot?

Unbelieveable

Wednesday night I decided to write to Margaret Cho. Here is the email I sent in response to her writing about Amadou Diallo:

Margaret,

I have visited your site several times and I must say
that this entry made me cry. Being a gay male and
just recently coming out to my family (aside from my
father) I have started to take long hard looks at
things that I once brushed off. I have always been
for racial, gender, sexual equality. I have seen and
experienced so much hate myself that I couldn't
imagine what it would be like if I were not white. I
honestly get sick at the thought of what it must be
like. I have seen "police brutality" toward African
Americans because I was in the car with them. Almost
went to jail for losing my temper with the officers
however, I was never handcuffed or told to get against
the car. My female African American friends however,
were made to do these things. So I just wanted to
tell you that I really appreciate you writing about
Amadou Diallo. It is a story I will make sure to pass
along to friends. And if I'm not being to pushy do
you have any advice for how I could tell my father
about me being gay? This is the last and final step
to me being truly free...honestly. Any advice would
be greatly appreciated. And by the way you are one
hot mama and The Notorious C.H.O. is a staple in my
house.

Much love and again thank you,

Paul

The only thing missing is my last name and address. Anywho, I really didn't think anything of it. You rarely ever hear back from someone who probably gets thousands of emails a day. However, I got an email back:

Hi Paul,

Your beautiful email was forwarded to Margaret and she mentioned you in
her
blog entry today (not by name of course).
http://www.margaretcho.com/blog/blog.htm

Thanks so much for your kind words.

Keri Smith
Cho Taussig Productions, Inc.

This is what she wrote:

A special message to the guy that needs to come out to his homophobic father: Tell him what is happening in Rhea County. Tell him that you are being referred to as 'them.' Ask him if he would consider the boy he raised, his own child, his creation, part of his body, his life, his everything - ask him if he would think of you as less than human because you choose to love someone. Someone who would also be referred to as 'them.' Ask him if he understands that you have the ability to love, that was passed down to you through him, and since he was successful in teaching those difficult lessons, if it would mean any less if you were loving a man?

I am so happy. Not because I was mentioned but the fact that I really really appreciate the advice. Anyway, what is the point of asking advice when you don't follow through with it? I think that it is time. No more hiding, no more running, just me.

Happy Gotta Wear Green Day

I forgot to is the sad part. But being the creative diva that I am I created Shamrock earrings with fun foam shamrocks and paperclips. I took a lime green table cloth that was at work and made it into a cape. Yay me for creativity.

My productivity level at work today was absolutely astonishing. I did two cartwheels, two round-offs, a handstand, a toe touch, and never got caught by a supervisor. My audience enjoyed the show.

Like I haven't said this 100 times before

But Patrick, the man of my dreams is such a sweetheart. On his site which I recommend you visit daily, and you will, he wrote poems for many of his adoring fans, I being one of them. If you want to know what he wrote about me you will have to click on his name and read it. I want him to get more and more readers because he is truly entertaining. So visit his page or I will blow fairy dust on you and turn you gay.

In return I want to write a poem for my future husband (*wink...wink Patrick*). And please remember Patrick I have only written a poem for 7 people my entire life. So here we go:

Patrick's Song

We wish so much to find the one
Letting our emotions come undone
Who said this journey would be fun?

When you find that someone like I found you
You want to stick to them like glue
Everyday a thought shared so fresh, so new.

Your thoughts and antics make me roar
Sometimes I'm laughing on the floor
Snickering until my body is sore.

Cute as hell but offering so much more
I'd love to see you at my door
Is this proposal number three or four?

You bring me up when I feel down
Whether being serious or acting like a clown
You are a king but where is your crown?

You leave comments that hit the spot
Did you know that this means a lot?
Now you do so you can't say not.

Intelligent through your writing and wit
The Traveling Spotlight is the shit
Could you be anymore physically fit?

What I'm saying is there is no other
A friend someone I can call my brother
I'd love to one day meet you and your mother.

I appreciate every word that you note
Your blog it has my #1 vote
I hope you like this poem I wrote.

Just know that someone out there does care
Whether you're fat, thin, a drawer of stare
Patrick and Paul sounds like a perfect pair. (*wink*)

If you ever decide it is time to settle down
All joking aside my cutie McClown
Hopefully I'll be the one around.

My offer still stands to take you to bed
To hold your hand and be legally wed
What do you think of a wedding in red?

I'm glad I looked around the bend
My dear Patrick you are my friend.

Hope you like it Patrick!!

Night folks!!

Certainly you must be joking?

What the FUCK???? I can't get onto anyone's blogs at the present time. My daily ritual has been shattered. Shattered, shredded, destroyed. Daily ritual:

Wake up
Get ready for work
Drive to work
Sit at work and think of working
Get off of work
Drive home
BLOG time!!
Read, television, whatever time
Insomniac sleeping schedule time always subject to change (usually 20 minutes every 2-3 hours)

So as you can see I must have done something wrong today to deserve this. I didn't come straight home. I got my hair cut. Did this throw off the whole daily ritual? Alas, I shall never know. Ganesha, you are so not removing the obstacles like you are supposed too. For those of you who don't know who Ganesha is He the Hindu God for the removal of obstacles and the God of good fortune. He is worn around my neck 24-7. Yes he sees me naked in the shower.

And now that I've made that statement I'm thinking that maybe he doesn't want to and this is my punishment.

Work today was the equivalent to Dante's Inferno. As the day progressed and I traveled through the different levels of Hell (for me it would be levels of time) it just got worse and worse. I tried to resolve a problem by asking to be sat by my lonesome. The less interaction I have with people the better off I am but Jerry my supervisor did not seem to think that was a solution. I think he really needs to re-evaluate the situation. I'm way more productive when I'm alone. Not that I don't love my partner in crime Cheryl it is just that I need a break from what I'd like to call the "estrogen factor."

Too much estrogen in one place equals me turning into "The Queen of all Bitches" and having a postal/open target moment. I'm filled with testosterone (even though I probably didn't spell it correctly) but there comes a time when the estrogen starts to seap into your skin and your "inner bitch" emerges. I am just trying to not have that happen.

I need some alone time. Or with the right person some "don't leave me alone time."

I'm thinking the odds are on the "alone time."

Night everyone!

Afternoon Kitties...

Yesterday was wonderful. The best day I've had in a long time. Picked Cheri and Michael up and headed to D.C. First of all let's clear things up here. Cheri is from the "Illadel" or "Philadelphia" and I am from "B'more" or "Baltimore." Michael however, has been born and raised in West Virginia. He has never really taken in the experience a city has to offer. So we go to Cheesecake Factory for lunch. First of all I can't talk. My mind was set on "let Paul mispronounce every word he possibly can today" mode. Cheri was the exact same way. Michael is just freaking out because he rode the Metro for the first time and also that the escalators were so long. It was so cute. I just wanted to pinch his cheeks until the Jessica Simpson moment came:

Michael asks, "Are we supposed to use these napkins to wipe our mouths?" in reference to the material napkin.

The inner WV in him came out. His new nickname given by yours truly is "Napkins." How creative?

Any way, so then we go to Hechts. I purchased new CK boxer briefs and a pair of CK trunks with red bands and grey writing. Oh hell yeah. And helped Michael find his CK's. I know exactly what types, yes types, of underwear he wears now and knowing that makes the imagination that much better. Then I bought a new DKNY Jeans shirt. I love it however, my father seems to think that $70 for a top is ridiculous. I however don't.

At any rate we wandered around D.C. until around 830pm and then came back to exchange my Mercedes for the Blazer since we would be driving directly back into D.C. to go to Wet and to Nation. So anywho we get to Wet and I'm like this is going to be fun watching naked men dance around on the bar...this is me being sarcastic. I really wanted to go dancing not become a dancer. However, about 20 minutes after being there we three went to the bar. Out comes this guy who is stripping on the otherside of the bar. I look him dead in the eyes when he turns around. He makes his way over to Michael and I. He does a little of this and that for Michael. Michael tips him (you put the money in their socks because that's all they have on)...and then he comes over to me. We start talking...hold up...talking...how many people do you know that start talking to a man who is buck naked in front of them? Obviously one now. I'm thinking Jesus Christ he is beautiful and his teeth. So he decides to dance and la la la. He bends back down and we talk a little more. He kisses me. Dances a little more. And then I tell him to come back down and inform him that he has a beautiful face. He blushes because he expected me to say something low and shallow about his body like very one else does. He dances a little more, bends down, gives me another kiss and disappears off the stage because he had to prepare for another number. Patrick, The Perfect Teeth Stripper, is so so yummy. And I found a picture for you all to see. I had my picture phone on me but at the time I really wasn't much concerned with a phone.



Please notate that Patrick is the one missing his shirt. Not the not so attractive guy.

Then we left after watching Alex strip to "Toxic" by Brit and headed to Nation. Danced, got to hear some member of the Pointer Sisters perform, saw some hideous dragqueens, saw a guy from Wet that was stripping earlier...it was his first time. He said he wouldn't do it again because he just couldn't but I know he will...he was really really hot. Got tired, drove home, I got home at 4:56am this morning. Went to bed at 5:36pm. Now I'm ready for next weekend. This is the end all of weekends because Cheri has her surgery the Tuesday after. So Hot Damn...bring on next weekend. I'm not being biased but I think we should go visit so Patrick for me, Rob for Michael, and Alex for Cheri (even though he's gay) next weekend. But then again you never know...wink wink Mai!!

Bloggedy Blog McBloggerworth

That is what I have decided my journal shall be called. I'm thinking about changing the address. If I do I'll let ya know. But then that would cause all kinds of "damn it now we have to change our links" confusion and frustration. So I'll think long and hard before I take action.

To Mr. or Mrs. Anonymous:

Do I know you? If so, who are you? The next time you decide to leave a comment please feel free to leave your name so that I can put a face to the comment. Best wishes for you this weekend and if you should happen to catch the bubonic plague don't expect flowers.

Sincerely,

Paul

P.S. I'm glad that you took the time to write a comment twice on my journal seeing that I erased the first one. That just means you are interested in what I have to say. Smooches!!

Hawke Eye

Today at work the phonelines were down for 3 and 1/2 hours. Beneficial. To the company...no. To me...yes. So I went to the store to pick up some Hot Peppers and Olives (yeah did I mention I think I'm pregnant?)...and a magazine. I decided there was nothing that appealling so I settled for Details. Ethan Hawke was on the cover. Flipping through the magazine was like looking at Greek Gods...all of these men were chizeled, tan, and oh so on my "doable" list. Anyway, the whole point of this story is that when I got to the article on Ethan Hawke (which by the way I didn' read) I could not believe how hot he still is. He was modeling designer duds and working out. He was hot in Gattaca and at 40 or whatever he is still remains a "hottie."

Cheryl told me today that if "something became popular I would be the one to have it." I think that was a little rude. I mean if "cubic zarconia rings" were popular and the in thing I wouldn't have one. I prefer silver anyway. She thinks that just because I just purchased my Louis Vuitton wallet that I'm some kind of freak when it comes to having popular/in style things. She said that because my parent's bought a Mercedes that I had to have one because they had one. That is complete and udder bullshit because I was the one that wanted the Mercedes to begin with...my parents thought it was ridiculous to have such an expensive car...but they became hippocrits. Just because I like the finer things in life doesn't make me a bad person does it? I work for what I purchase. If I can't have it I don't throw a fit until I get it. I wait and get it when I can. Yeah I may not wear "non-namebrand" things and drive a nice car, and carry a nice wallet but I've worked for every piece of it.

Am I right to think that she was rude? Am I too materialistic? Do I have to start shopping at the Bargain Bin(this is made up) just to not be considered this way? Or have I proven my point that I work, I bring home the bacon, I buy what I want?

I give to charity ever two weeks when I get paid. It's not like $100 or anything but it is a good amount. I give clothes to shelters, volunteer at community centers, and am always willing to help any of my friends and family out. I think I'm a very caring person. And it just so happens that I care about myself in the process.

Damn people and their comments. She didn't complain when I gave her Godiva chocolate today. I'm going to watch Clueless and think more about this. I really need to know if I'm that vain/egotistical/materialistic?

Or am I just being "gay" about the whole thing? Ya...ha...ha...I'm over it...like last seasons D&G sandals that I ordered but never came.

Toodles kids!!

Validation

Bill left a comment saying that the whole thing about me kissing Cheri when we meet and greet so validates my "Gay Card" even more...and even more if I yell "Mon Cheri" at the time. Is it weird that I call her that all the time? And that I have chocolates from Spain that are going to be given to her that say "Mon Cheri" on them? My "Gay Card" has been validated and I'm planning on running for President of the Gay Card Club of America. With these qualifications I'm a Prada shoe in.

Other than that today was boring. And progessed to the point that Hell became more and more appealling as a place for me to relocate to.

Life at this point is as motivating as a ball of lint. But I'm thinking the lint has it better because it can be swept away to a new and exciting place. I however, am stuck like a needle.

Education

Is it just me or have I become a teacher of fashion to the women I work with. Several of the women...actually way more than several of the women ranging from ages 19-50 did not know who Louis Vuitton is. Hello people you see the signature monogramming everywhere these days. So I have taken it upon myself to let them exam the wallet while explaining the origin of Louis Vuitton, where it can be purchased, pricing, and how they really should buy me the keychain change holder I want for my services.

Tomorrow's lesson is Prada and the new Spring/Summer line of purses they may want to look into buying. Also several people are going to be informed of the cardinal rule of white shoes/sandals/pants/purses before Memorial Day. I'm working with a bunch of women who just have no clue what the hell they are doing to themselves when they get dressed in the morning. I am suggesting to Marlene the Director of our building and the VIP of our building that we have a department field trip to Washington D.C. so that I can teach these people culture, fashion, history, and for God's sake GODIVA...somone actually has never heard of GODIVA...am I crazy or does my job totally resemble a bad episode of "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy?" Except my show is "Queer eye for the Straight Woman." The only guy I think is worth looking at is Reggie...can we say hottie McHotter than Hell in the middle of drought season.

P.S. I'm so thinking that kissing Cheri everytime we greet and say goodbye has it's benefits. I mean she's hot and by God does she have great lips! Does this revoke my "Gay Card?" or is it just an added bonus of being her "Gay Boyfriend" and she my number one "FagHag?"

Coffee and Me

Today to stay awake at work:

2 Starbuck's Double Shots
1 Grande Mocha Frappaccino

6 Caffeine pills

To keep me awake yesterday:

1 Louis Vuitton Wallet (and I'm lovin' it)
1 Bottle of Sentiment by Escada
1 Piece of limited edition Godiva Cheesecake Factory Cheesecake
1 Trip to William Sonoma
1 Trip to The Body Shop
1 Trip to Dupont Circle (Hello D.C.'s gay mecca)
1 Necklace of Ganesha (To ward off obstacles)

Knowing that spending $400 on myself isn't such a bad thing because Cheri verified it after I said:

"I feel so bad for buying all this stuff for myself. I mean I could have given this money to charity or some homeless people."

Cheri replies:

"Don't feel bad..they don't work...we do...we deserve Louis Vuitton...they need to get a job. Hello Paul what were you thinking."

Oh how she brings me down to Earth. This weekend is another shopping trip to D.C. Fuck the historical aspect of D.C. give me Versace!!

La de fucking da

Today proved to be one of the hardest days at work. The whole "you get paid to work not sleep" thing was a complete disaster. Does one napping at their desk make them a bad employee? I mean it was only for a period of ten minutes...several times throughout the day? Now that I've left work I have energy. I think the whole "sleep" issue is caused by me working. End of story.

Cheryl's dog Buddy died this morning. She was a total wreck at work. But she understands that it was better off for him to expire considering he had cancer. I just feel so bad for her.

Thank God, Buddha, Alah, Whoevah tomorrow is Friday. Friday equals Saturday which equals shopping in D.C. Oh but what a boring life I lead. However, the Louie Vuitton wallet I have picked out for purchase this weekend will make it not so apparent...for me anyway.

Kids

Sometimes I think that it would be nice to have kids...then I listen to Angel's children on the phone and I know it is meant for me to have children. But she has to raise them. Not me. I don't even know how describe how off the hook Rasia and Jassiah are? These children sing every fucking song known to man...Rasia is now singing Avril Lavigne's "Complicated" but it is "Why you'd go and make things so concentrated?" How cute is that? I so need a pair of matching children so keep next to my shoes.

They are now singing "My girl loves to party all the time" by Eddie Murphy. I'm in heaven. I can infact die. Right now.

Speaking of singing when Michael, Cheri and I were shopping in Winchester on Sunday at Suncoast Video they were playing "The Wizard of Oz." It was at the part where the Lion sings "If I were king of forest." Some burly woman decided that she would just bust out in song with Cheri. It was magical. It was scary. Hey it sort of turned me on. Anyway, this woman did not hold back...it was like she was auditioning for Broadway. She infact would have gotten the part because she herself did not need a costume...she was the costume. Enough said.

Had a good conversation with Aunt Velma today. Everyone needs an Aunt V in their life. I have one...you don't...feel jealous. Just joking.

Anyway, I'm off to eat a veggie burger and watch some television. The Nanny is getting ready to come on. Followed by Designing Women and then The Golden Girls. Aunt Velma claims to have known I was gay for a long time. If this doesn't prove her right I don't know what would?

I heart Spring minus the bugs

I realized today that Spring is almost hear. Considering it was 72 degrees today made it quite apparent. However, sitting here at the computer I hear a buzzing and I know for sure that Spring is almost hear due to the constant buzzing of a housefly. Actually, I don't think it's a housefly it's too big. At any cost I'm typing really fast because I am a pussy when it comes to bugs. Ewww...they make me want to run and cry like the Queen I really am.

I am starting to get used to myself without the mustache. It is weird how much younger I look. Most people say I look 28 or so with it. I'm only 23 for fuck's sake. Now I look my age. Acting it is a different story.

Today at work we got a bonus. Not that much but hey it will do. It will pay for this weekends excursion to D.C. and buy the outfit I parade around in come Saturday night. Lord help D.C. this weekend...my inner Dancing Queen has been bending over and touching her toes to get out on the dance floor to some hiphop music. Not the techno/house music I've been exposed to over the past couple of outings.

Yeah the fly just swooped by my head. It is almost time to go.

But before I do I have to let you all know it's Rafael's 20th birthday today! Awww. I rarely remember age old friends birthdays so how the hell did I remember his? Go figure.

Monday March 1, 2004

Creativity is so not my best asset today. Hence the above title. How creative.

My weekends have become too active. Too active. Aren't weekends supposed to be about relaxation? Friday I left work at 430pm and did not get home until 430am. Saturday I was up at 11am and managed to stay out until 330am. Sunday (might I add my favorite of the days) I was up by 12pm and did not get home until 12am.

Why Sunday is my favorite? Because Cheri and I met Michael in Winchester, VA to go shopping. Hours of shopping, laughing, talking. After shopping we headed to Books-a-million and had coffee while looking at "The Joy of Gay Sex." Talk about a hot book. Oh yeah it was hot. Then Michael wanted to take myself and Cheri out to dinner. So we headed to Ruby Tuesdays. Food was okay. The waiters and waitresses were fucking hot. Oh yeah they were hot. I have pictures of the hot waiters. The evening ended when I gave Michael his St. Patrick's Day card that has a button that says "Kiss me I'm Irish." And says "Screw that I'm just horny" on the inside. He also got his new pair of earrings I thought would look good on him. And the weird thing is is that he was talking about how he needed to buy a new pair of sterling silver earrings. Am I psyhic or what?

P.S. Did I mention I shaved my mustache? Oops.