This girl missed out on being stuffed this year...

I am fully recovered from the weekend and safely returned to San Diego. This was the first year that I went to Tucson for the holiday that I did not stay or visit with my mom. It was also the first year I did not indulge in the goodness of the Thanksgiving meal. I was much more into drinking Stoli. I’m sure what is going on down between my mom and her children may have had something to do with my vodka binge. Tons of family drama revolving around my mom’s on-again off-again idiot boyfriend who has wormed his way into my family’s life – I would have said manipulated but he isn’t that cleaver. I do wish I would have seen or spent time with my mom because I know she is going through a rough time, but if she doesn’t want me to be around, then so be it. When she is ready to see me, she will let me know.

Beyond the dramatics, I had a smashing time hanging with the portion of the family who wasn’t rushing me off the phone and my close friends. It was a good being back home... even if it was just for a short time. I feel grounded in Tucson – a quality that is missing for me in San Diego. Of course I have been very vocal about feeling misplaced here. SanD is funny to me, I have been here for over six years and have yet to make a friend like those I have back in Arizona. I like to think that I am building friendships now that in the future will be like those that I miss, but I often wonder why I haven’t made any of those connections already. The thing I have discovered about SD is the peeps here sure do love to bullshit – whether it be flaking on you (which is quite typical) or claiming to be open minded but wouldn’t dare step out of their normal and safe surroundings to do something unique or saying they are “different” than everyone else but are quite simply no different. Maybe I am expecting too much, but I am the type of person who honestly doesn’t expect anything from anybody. I think a lot of my thoughts recently have to do with the life changing separation between Timofy and I. You know what happens during a divorce right? The friends take sides, but I think I’ll pause on this thought for the moment...

Eh, too much thinking drives me batty, and makes me all moody too. Yuk-o. Luckily, the M.I.A. / Gwen Stefani concert last night in Anaheim sure straightened me out – no pun intended.

The continuous loop of music on my iPod that is getting me through the afternoon: “Danger Zone” by Gwen Stefani (partially because that was my favorite G.Stefani number at the show) *cheese*

Bring on the Mashed Taters!

I’m off to the wonderfully dry heated state of Arizona to spend the holiday with my family, altho from the way things have been lately with the them it might turn out to be like an bitch slap soaked episode of “The O.C.”. Heaven help me... and may I have enough Stoli to get me through the weekend!

Happy Thanksgiving.

Nice hair, hope you win...

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Scorpio Birthday Wishes

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIMOFY!

May you get lost in Lane Fuller's ass for a few days!

xxoo

I see your mouth moving, but you ain’t saying nufin

I am a total random person. I can go from talking about the current state of social economics to ass eating techniques in less than 3 seconds. So here are some of my random thoughts for today...

I really hate being late to work. I feel totally misplaced the entire day. I get into this funk where I feel I am behind in everything I do. Then before I know it, I have a huge pile of paperwork, reports, tasks and whatnot sitting in my Inbox. It’s shitty. On occasion it evolves into me becoming insanely frustrated. That only leads to me wanting to get fucked. Well, on the bright side, that works. Nothing like a getting pounded to relieve the stress of the day, eh?

Why do people insist of drenching themselves in cologne?! I don’t want to mention names, but Peaches Christ!* My eyes water every time I get into the office elevator. Do yourself a favor, if you must use a fragrance, only spray once, not eight times! It’s so bad that if I were to light a match, they would go up in flames. Then again, some of them are already flaming. For reals.

*I say “Peaches Christ” instead of “Jesus Christ”. I swear that Jesus guy has the best PR person.

I am so not a committed relationship type of person at all. I am way too self absorbed, and not to mention a slut who gives it up too easily sometimes. I certainly do not want to devote my life to one person, giving them every single part of me. Not my style. Yes, I like to be open and honest with my friends and “friends”, but sometimes you have to keep things inside just for you – keep as your personal feelings, thoughts and goals. It’s not that I don’t want to share in fear of being hurt... I’ve been hurt before and I know will get hurt again – that’s life. But no one needs to know every single thought I have during the day, y’know? I just want to live my life in the way *I* want to. I prefer to set my own limits, if there are any. I don’t get people who rely on others to make their decisions. That baffles me. Why would you want someone else ruling what you do, who you see, where you go? Well, if that works for you and makes you happy, then great – I can’t argue with that. To each his own. I honestly don’t get the whole “boyfriend/boyfriend”, “girlfriend/girlfriend”, “husband/wifee”, whatever thing tho. I feel as if we were programmed to believe that if we don’t have anyone in our lives, we are incomplete. That’s bullshit. No one NEEDS anyone to survive. I think I’ll put the brakes on there. This thought can continue at another time. These thoughts always get me accused of being bitter. Oh please, my only bitterness in life is not being able to find Green Corn Tamales here in Cali. Seriously.

Enough of my half ass’d ramblings, it’s Friday so you know what that means... well, actually nothing. Oh shit, reverse that... I’ve been working on the weekends for the past few weeks, but this weekend I’ve been spared. So... I guess that makes it special. Wadahoo! I think that deserves a few cocktails. Here’s the plan: Greyboy Allstars concert tonight at 4th & B, then a “Mystery Event” tomorrow (I’m being whisked away, of sorts, for my birthday – which isn’t for another couple of weeks actually), then I’m off to see Juliette & The Licks, final-fucking-ly, in West Hollywood on Sunday night. I hope she spits on me from the stage.

The Roller Coaster love continues

OMG, look what crazy ass Six Flags Magic Mountain has unveiled this morning via Press Release...


Now that looks pretty damn sweet. Altho, I am not sure I will be able to handle it if I watch Final Destination 3 beforehand. *cringe*

For more on Six Flags Magic Mountain and their insane new coaster, click here: www.sixflags.com/parks/magicmountain/index.asp

Do you enjoy riding Roller Coasters?

Being a Horror Film Buff/Fan/Freak, I seriously cannot wait for this shit...

Wet Dreams Are Made Of This

Monday morning and I am still wetting my panties over the go go dancer from Hot Dog Saturday night. He was all done up 1970's sleazy gay porno style complete with mustache, sideburns, hairy chest, visor, jockstrap, and knee high socks. Fuck, that's hot. My almost, but not really, tipsy ass went up to give him a dollar which evolved to a go go dancer led rub down. He grabbed my hand and proceeded to move it all over his sweaty body. I would have preferred if he let my tongue to do that, but I wasn’t complaining. At least I did get to grab a nice piece of meat. He was smart by letting me touch him, because I ended pulling out another dollar. If I would have had more money, he would have gotten all of my cash.

Dragstrip66 was a bit sad this month due to the lack of attendees. It was definitely not due to theme since it was one of the better themes they have had. After talking with Gina Lotriman on the way out, I had a better idea of why it was so tame. She had said it was due to the space. The crowd really never caught on to the venue since it is in the basement of the Ramada Inn. Being down there makes you feel as if you are at your cousin’s Quincenera. Complete with the DJ lights and “that slutty girl” who wasn’t invited but is showing her stripper moves on the dancefloor. Regardless, it was great to see Go Go Eddie shake his ass, Miz Alana as Rick James, and The Boofont Sisters sparkling amongst the small group of trannys and chasers. Mark your calendars for January 14th when Dragstrip66 moves back to The Echo in Echo Park for their 13th Anniversary.

Now that the work week has begun, I can catch up on some rest in the evenings. I have definitely run myself down this past weekend. Yesterday was a mess with me working from the morning to the evening, then running up to Anaheim with Woods to have dinner with my Nina, Tio and cousins, then running back down to the office to finish up some work before heading home to sleep. Only another month of weekend work. Christmas season can be a real bitch. Oh well, it could be worse. At least I got some Penne Pasta with White Tiger Shrimp to munch on for lunch today. Tasty.

San Diego Nightlife with Mig & Rog

Mig, Rog, Vero, and Little J came into town yesterday to spend the weekend in San Diego. While Vero and Little J caught up on some sleep, the gays decided to hit the town last night. Well, it wasn't all "shablam" as you may think. We stopped at Flicks first – which turned out to be lackluster. It seems everyone was trying to get into Rich's instead. Even with those In The Pix VIP things that get you front of the line privileges, you still had to wait. No thanks. We ended up at PECS on University... which turned out to be much more exciting. Not to mention the drinks were hell of a lot better. A few cocktails later, everyone turned into a loose whore... just kidding, it was only me. And I was designated driver! But I blame my whoriness on my mustard hanky.

Rog is so damn masculine with that Virginia Slim's wannabe of a cigarette in his mouth.

Woods and I pre-drunkeness in the patio of that manly bar PECS.

Kiss kiss from Mig and Whips.

According to Mig & Rog, that little white thing in the corner looked like a tampon... so this pic is set up to look like I shot a tampon out of my ass... yeah, yeah I know... you are probably thinking "it wouldn't be the first time you shot something out of your ass!" Hardy har har bitches. OK, so it's probably true. ;-)

See! Anytime I flag one of my hankies, I meet the most interesting people! This gent was celebrating his birthday last night. His curiosity got the best of him so he asked me what my hanky meant. Thank God, he didn't assume it was yellow! Well here's to you Bobby, Happy Birthday Buddy! Oy, I hope it was Bobby... I'm terrible with names.

Rog said Woods looked like a deer in the headlights in this shot.

There are no words to describe this picture.

Kisses from Rog and Whip... well I'm offering open mouth kisses, as usual.

Thank God It's Saturday

Even tho my bitch ass is working in the office for a few hours today, I still plan on hitting my favorite monthly Los Angeles club this evening... Dragstrip66 hosted by the lovely Gina Lotriman (Mr. Dan) and the always fabulous DJ Paul V. If any of you bitches are in Los Angeles, I suggest getting your tranny loving butts over to the Ramada Inn on Vermont Avenue for a few cocktails and some good tunes before the stage show at Midnight.

Happy Veteran’s Day

Well, it’s only a happy holiday if you have a city, state or federal job. Hell, if you work at a bank, I’m sure you are one happy fuck. Lucky asses.

Now speaking of happy fucks, President Bush celebrated this day behind a podium in Tobyhanna, PA doing his best to deliver a speech in which he addressed the criticism of his handling of the Iraqi war. Even tho his approval ratings are at an all time low, I’m sure that speech will do squat diddly to help him improve those numbers.

Altho, it may help with Fran Blaney since she is one his supporters…

"I know he is a man of integrity and strong faith," said Fran Blaney, a Republican and an evangelical who lives near Hartford, Conn. "I've read that he prays every morning asking for God's guidance. He certainly is trying to do what he thinks he is supposed to do."

(taken from http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20051111/ap_on_go_pr_wh/bush_ap_poll)

That's right Fran, he does pray to God every morning asking for guidance.

I love naive religious people.

…of the moment! for November 10th, 2005

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Swollen no more!

My feet are actually, almost, back to normal. Definitely 87.3% better than last week. I can’t believe females, and numerous drag queens & trannies, put themselves through that hell to look good. I have the utmost respect for them. Keep on sisters.

I decided to keep the Halloween vibe going by posting some pictures from last week. As you can see the drunkenness was all good. I made some new friends, sucked some faux cock, and shook my J.Lo wannabe ass all over Santa Monica Boulevard.

Pre PETA Attacked Jennifer Lopez flaunting her best ASSet.

The Conflicted Priest meets PETA attacked Jennifer Lopez at the Days Inn.

A and PETA attacked Jennifer Lopez know how to serve up a tongue lashing!

A nice view of a HERE bartender’s hard worked gym bod... remember the rule at HERE: you don't have to be a brainiac to make a strong cocktail... just have a physique of a Greek god!

The Conflicted Priest gets a hummer from a pregnant nun... how typical.

I absolutely love those fucking shoes. If I was a tranny, I would be working Santa Monica and Highland in those cha cha heels earning some money for hormones.

PETA attacked J.Lo on her knees AGAIN with another cock in her mouth... minus the glory hole this time.

PETA attacked J.Lo meets up with Gwen Stefani and a drag friend.

The hottest bitches on the block.

PETA attacked J.Lo lovin' some ass... no surprise there.

Can you imagine waking up next to these two drunk whores?! Coyote ugly.

Are you challenging me to a Tap Off?!

Halloween weekend kicked major ass!

You want to know the gory details? Well, I’ve provided a quick glimpse into what was one of the most memorable weekends of 2005…

Robbie D.’s “Telekinesis Halloween” with Selene Luna and Ann Magnuson at Cavern Club Theater ---> Incredible
Squeaky Blonde’s “Hee Haw Halloween” at Akbar ---> Lovely
Squeaky Blonde’s performance at “Hee Haw Halloween” ---> Gorgeous
The Wizard’s Smoke b4 Monster Massive ---> Disappointing
Monster Massive ---> Insane
Deep Dish’s set at Monster Massive ---> Awesome
Felix Da Housecat’s set at Monster Massive ---> Fantastic

Eat Well’s Steak & Eggs Breakfast ---> Delicious
The Good Will on Hollywood Boulevard ---> A total Gold Mine!
Six Flags Magic Mountain’s Fright Fest ---> Good times even tho the park was chock full of ghetto ass fools & the Haunted Maze lines were annoyingly long
MJ’s Halloween Party with Go Go Eddie ---> Dead, but good intoxicated fun

Doughboy’s Steak Soup ---> Mouthwatering
West Hollywood Halloween Carnival ---> Debuachery at it’s finest
Being mistaken all night for PuffDaddyBeatenUpJLo instead of PETAattackedJLo ---> Cute
Having to explain what PETA is & why PETA would attack Jennifer Lopez ---> Not so cute

Now that Halloween is over, I have to re-grow my soul patch and nurse my swollen feet. Can you believe I fit into a ladies size 10? Ouch.