Weekend Update...
This weekend actually ended up to be quite nice here in [finally] sunny So Cal. I was beginning to ponder the reasons I left Portland to move down to a place that was getting more rain, and does not have the ability to handle mass quantities of water. Land slides, and road closures, and poor driving, oh my...
The weather prompted less clothing, yet I still have perma pasty skin (thanks to far too much time spent in Oregon and Western European ancestors). I realized the need for a quick fix. I don't know if you are familiar with spray-tanning, but essentially you stand in a booth, shower cap on head, and barrier cream spread on hands and feet to prevent horrible discoloration of nails, fingers and toes. This was my fourth attempt in trying spray-tan. I had given up after my third, as I couldn't seem to get it down well. When one has literal dye drips running down the back of the leg for a few weeks, you begin to think that there is a better way to go about a golden glow. But, time was of the essence so I folded and spent $20 to get into a booth, and carefully pivot in 45 degree turns in hopes of acquiring a consistent sun kissed look. I got the barrier cream a bit too spread, and only half of my foot has any color, while the other half remains near-albino. It’s hot. Even hotter is the orange puddle I shall be standing in while exiting the shower for the next week.
An important lesson learned this weekend (thank the Lord above not by me) is that one should never, ever drink and drive. This should be especially adhered to if you see police cars sitting outside of the parking lot you are pulling out of, after leaving a club post-last call. Just a hunch. However, if anyone knows how mug shots may be obtained, I would love to know. I have a friend who is going to hate the cover of his birthday card this year...
So a couple of weekends ago I met this guy- very good looking, very nice, and quite possibly gay. I was actually quite sure he was, until he asked me out. Now, as pointed out by M&M, a dear queer friend of mine, I have been a fruit fly/fag hag for long enough that I should be able to spot one a mile away. None-the-less this guy, G-Man, seemed cool enough, and we exchanged phone numbers. I spoke last night with G-Man and explained that my schedule is pretty full, as I am working two jobs. His answer? He offered to pick me up late one morning over the weekend, take me to go get and mani and a pedi, and then take me to lunch- since I have been working so hard, and I needed to be spoiled. If this is gay, then sign me up.
Speaking of… my mama and I were discussing dating, and she said she realized that she needs to be careful that she didn’t meet some loser that just wanted to use her for her money. I asked my mom, “then what’s the point of dating? For the love of God, if I meet some woman who has enough cash I’ll switch teams.” So I told my mama to not be surprised if I call her one day claiming to be a lesbo in love with some loaded chick...
Have a great week!
The weather prompted less clothing, yet I still have perma pasty skin (thanks to far too much time spent in Oregon and Western European ancestors). I realized the need for a quick fix. I don't know if you are familiar with spray-tanning, but essentially you stand in a booth, shower cap on head, and barrier cream spread on hands and feet to prevent horrible discoloration of nails, fingers and toes. This was my fourth attempt in trying spray-tan. I had given up after my third, as I couldn't seem to get it down well. When one has literal dye drips running down the back of the leg for a few weeks, you begin to think that there is a better way to go about a golden glow. But, time was of the essence so I folded and spent $20 to get into a booth, and carefully pivot in 45 degree turns in hopes of acquiring a consistent sun kissed look. I got the barrier cream a bit too spread, and only half of my foot has any color, while the other half remains near-albino. It’s hot. Even hotter is the orange puddle I shall be standing in while exiting the shower for the next week.
An important lesson learned this weekend (thank the Lord above not by me) is that one should never, ever drink and drive. This should be especially adhered to if you see police cars sitting outside of the parking lot you are pulling out of, after leaving a club post-last call. Just a hunch. However, if anyone knows how mug shots may be obtained, I would love to know. I have a friend who is going to hate the cover of his birthday card this year...
So a couple of weekends ago I met this guy- very good looking, very nice, and quite possibly gay. I was actually quite sure he was, until he asked me out. Now, as pointed out by M&M, a dear queer friend of mine, I have been a fruit fly/fag hag for long enough that I should be able to spot one a mile away. None-the-less this guy, G-Man, seemed cool enough, and we exchanged phone numbers. I spoke last night with G-Man and explained that my schedule is pretty full, as I am working two jobs. His answer? He offered to pick me up late one morning over the weekend, take me to go get and mani and a pedi, and then take me to lunch- since I have been working so hard, and I needed to be spoiled. If this is gay, then sign me up.
Speaking of… my mama and I were discussing dating, and she said she realized that she needs to be careful that she didn’t meet some loser that just wanted to use her for her money. I asked my mom, “then what’s the point of dating? For the love of God, if I meet some woman who has enough cash I’ll switch teams.” So I told my mama to not be surprised if I call her one day claiming to be a lesbo in love with some loaded chick...
Have a great week!
posted by hannahhas @ Monday, March 21, 2005
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