August 2010
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“Hey, man, it’s Mr. Beck. Uh, I think it’s a little after 1. I know...”
– Some random 619-number from some guy I don’t know on my voicemail.
I don’t know this “Mr. Beck” (?), nor did I knowingly arrange any plans to meet him at “The Eagle” (a leather bar that reeks of urine [or so I’ve heard] here in San Diego), but I’m...
July 2010
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“Oh, the places you’ll go! There is fun to be done!
There are points to be...”
– Dr. Seuss, Oh, the Places You’ll Go! (originally posted in AUGUST)
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“My life is not an apology, but a life.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Highs & Lows, redux
Today was a day of extremes. After dragging my ass out of bed this morning, I went to my second job interview at BJ’s Restaurant & Brewhouse with the general manager and was offered a job on the spot. He liked my professional appearance and demeanor. (What can I say? I’m a charmer.) This (along with the cheers from my friends and family via Facebook) gave me a great boost in...
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Life In Fiction, Edited: 10-723
[THE ROOMIE is busy cooking collard greens in the kitchen. YOURS TRULY is on the laptop, surfing through tumblr when out of the blue...]
The Roomie: Jun, do you have jungle fever?
JB: Um... beg pardon?
The Roomie: Do you have jungle fever?
JB: Uh... no?
The Roomie: Really? Not even for a certain type?
JB: Well, maybe if they bark at me first.
The Roomie: What?
JB: Why do you ask?
The Roomie: Nothin'. Just wonderin'.
JB: Umm, okay.
[A LONG PAUSE as they both resume their tasks, then...]
The Roomie: How about cholos?
JB: Um, what?
The Roomie: You like cholos?
JB: Uh... Sure?
The Roomie: Really?
JB: Sure, yeah. Certain ones.
The Roomie: Which ones? The (attempting a really bad South Side accent) 'Yo, ese, I'm gonna ride you like a puppet!' Those kinds?
JB: Umm, what the hell?
The Roomie: You know... Have you ever... you know... with one?
JB: Umm...
The Roomie: 'Cause I heard some of them are really curious.
JB: Okay, I don't like where this is going.
The Roomie: Alrighty. Just wonderin'...
[THE ROOMIE goes back to cooking, leaving YOURS TRULY staring blankly back at the laptop screen, wondering what the hell just happened.]
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Letter Cinq
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Dear Dreams, Please stop making me dream about work, about having to ring down an endlessly long line of impatient and irritated customers with expired coupons and incessant questions about which promotions are running and can they use this coupon with their A-List rewards coupon because it says it’s a gift card so why can’t I use it with my $30 off $90 and my clearance denim and...
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“Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off. But...”
– Alice, Closer
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Letter Quatre
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I need you, Sister. I need you to stop fucking up. I need you to get your shit together. I need you to see the great things you’ve already got right in front of you and to stop terrorizing the world asking for more. I need you to love me, love yourself, love what you’ve got. I need your help, Sister. I can’t do this on my own.
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10-0719
I seem to be adjusting to living on my own(ish) a lot better now. I’m not drinking as much as I have been this past week. I’m smoking less, too.
… actually, that’s a lie. But regardless, I seem to be transitioning better now, and have even managed to shake off that shroud of funk I was surrounding myself in lately. Yes, the house feels lonely and empty most of the times,...
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“How much signal I need to cut across 8 lane? None? I turn now. Good luck,...”
– Yours Truly while practicing to drive (a la Family Guy)
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“As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart! You don’t know how lucky you...”
– The Wizard to TinMan, Wizard of Oz (via yougene, quote-book)
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The U.S. Army's Not So Comic Book on 'Don't Ask,... →
Umm, wtf?
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Status Update
I really hate my life right now. PS: I’m drunk. Whadaya whadaya.
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“Rocket Man,” Elton John.
And I...
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Scenes In The Life: The Modern Gay Man #8
MAN #1: You've been scratching down there for quite a while now. You hit gold yet?
MAN #2: Fuck you. I'm going to the clinic to get checked, and you're coming with me.
MAN #1: Why do I have to go?
MAN #2: Because you're the reason I have... whatever it is I have!
MAN #1: Are you sure you didn't get it from Fireman? Or Postman? Or Police Officer? Or Construction Worker? Or --
MAN #2: I get your point. All I'm saying is, I never felt... that way because of... whatever I have until I slept with that stripper you hired for A.'s birthday last night!
MAN #1: So you're saying it's my fault for hiring a stripper with whom you decided, through no insistence of my own, to have consensual, unprotected sex?
MAN #2: [thinks about this] Yes. And it wasn't unprotected. Whatever he gave me must have... slipped through the cracks.
MAN #1: [grins] So to speak.
MAN #2: [unamused] Just take me to the clinic, smart-ass.
(Later... MAN #2 returns from the clinic.)
MAN #1: How'd it go?
MAN #2: I have crabs.
MAN #1: That reminds me, our reservation for Red Lobster is at 8.
MAN #2: [dryly] Haha, asshole. Alright, that's it. I'm staying away from boys. They're nothing but sleazy, disgusting pigs. From now on, I'm gonna be celibate.
MAN #1: [checks his watch] Huh, did hell freeze over already?
MAN #2: Fuck you, P.
MAN #1: Jeez, sorry, C. I was just kidding. You don't need be so crabby.
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Letter Trois
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I’ve put off writing this for so long. I didn’t know what to say then; I still don’t, now. I feel like I’ve been abandoned by you. I’m alone now all the time. I’m lonely all the time. I wish I knew how much you meant to me before all this. Maybe then I wouldn’t have taken you for granted. But I know it’s all for the best. I’m sure of it....
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Brandi Carlile’s “Oh Dear.”
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James Morrison’s “Wonderful...
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