sticky soles

bf and i have been dating now for about two and a half months (is that ALL??? it seems so much longer, man how time flies). i digress...

anyway, bf has on several occasions made note that i have holes in my socks or that my undergarments seem a little, *ahem* worn. i HATE buying these items because i hate spending money on things other people don't see. i mean, i don't care if there's a hole in my sock or if my tighty-whities are more like loosey-off-whities, YOU'RE not going to see them, right?

well, the sock thing finally came to a head (heel?) today.

you see, there's a hole the size of a pencil eraser on the heel of my right sock - no problem right? wrong. every time i step on my right foot my heel-skin attaches itself to the bottom of my shoe through my hole. every time i step on my left foot (lifting my right foot) the foot goes up but the skin stays attached for a few seconds causing my right foot to feel like the shoe is grabbing ahold of my heel and not letting go! it's a creepy feeling actually.

i'm going home over lunch today, am i going to change my sock... prolly not. but i'm taking this moment to publicly state that, yes bf, my socks have holes in them. tonight when you come over you have permission to dig my right sock out of the hamper and throw it away. BUT ONLY THE RIGHT ONE! there's nothing wrong with the left one... yet. = )

whirlwind of factoids

too much to talk about and way too much to blog about, therefore you get a summarization of the last seventy-two hours:

1. two bbq's in ~five hours w/ the bf which included two full bbq potluck dinners within two hours of each other. loads of sun, thank buddha it was a gorgeous saturday.
   
2. move a friend, lots of lifting, lots of unloading, more sun, too much sweating, and titty sweat marks on my shirt. so sexy folks.
   
3. got my grades from my first grad school class... i got an A!!!!!
   
4. i made the news! kare 11 (a local station) did a story on my camp noah trip. you can view the video that was on the news here. note that it's the second video clip. oh, and i'm in it... see you if you can spot me.
   
5. it's a very dark and grim monday... JUST the way i like them. i woke up and saw that the sun was nowhere to be seen and that it was all dark-ish outside and i jumped out of bed more energized than i've been in WEEKS! i know i'm twisted, but the darkness just reminds me that summer is ending and that, thank the green man, winter and fall are just around the corner.
   
6. evil children are totally cool
   
7. i like coffee

i think that summarizes most of it.

stuff-on-a-stick day

yesterday was state fair day. a full 9 hours at the fair turned-out two very tuckered-out fags that needed to just lay back and watch old elvira movies last night.

for state fair virgins... the state fair is good for three things: eating, free stuff, and farm boys.

the eating:

• about-a-foot-long hotdog
  
• pulled-turkey sandwich
  
• sweet martha's cookies
  
• big ol' bucket o' fries
  
• strawberry and apple carmel sundaes
  
• several cokes
  
• salt water taffy

the free stuff:

• four-colored pen from mutual of omaha's wild kingdom
  
• gift cards from home depot
  
• and other crap

the farm boys:

• the poultry/rabbit barn (cocks and hares)
  
• the cattle barn (teats and cow showers and such - that barn should have a warning over the door: "warning: this building may cause an intense desire to prod... cattle that is")

of course, the final thing to do was the ever-famous trip down the ye old mill ride. of course, we got sat with two other people in the boat which was left-boat-heavy (port or starboard?) which caused us to feel like we were going to tip over. actually, i think we almost did tip over at one point, my shoes got soaked.

anyway, i'm off to two bbq's today - happy close-to-the-end-of-summer!

the holiest of shit

i am in amazed shock that two of my greatest loves, poop and coffee, have been combined in a natural process that perfects the both of them at the same time!

thanks to char-boy i have discovered the amazing world of kopi luwak. this coffee has taken a KILLER three-hour tour in to the mouth of, through the g.i. track of, and out of the ass of a luwak. it's then harvested and cleaned-up and roasted and sold as one of the world's most rare and expensive coffees. people's reviews of are amazing and i MUST try it myself.

char-boy hasn't tried it, he just told me about it. the next opportunity i get i'm ordering a sampler packet of this shit-coffee and trying it myself... man i can't wait!!!

poop coffee!!!! what's next, vomit chocolate?!?!?!

another gorgeous day...

nothing really to talk about here, just another gorgeous day during a nearly-perfect minnesota august. temperatures have been in the mid 80's during the day and dropping into the mid to low 60's at night. the sun has been shining brightly with a consistently nice mix of clouds to break it up. and life has been very good.

on days like this i wonder what will happen next, 1) a penny will fall from a tall building and slice me in two or 2) life will continue to get better and better resulting in the bf buying me a gorgeous diamond ring and asking me to marry him.

of course, realistically, neither will happen an most likely life will just do it's thing and ebb and flow and this and that and up and down like normal. and i guess i can deal with that, consistent near-perfection isn't worth bitching about. = )

namaste'

trash seeker

one day, when i was a child, my dad gathered my sisters and i and walked us to the living room.  he marched to the middle of the room where there was a scrap of paper laying in the middle of the floor.  he reached over, picked it up, and flipped it over so all of us could see the back of it.  written on the back of the paper was a short note, "whoever picks up this piece of paper, bring it to dad and he'll give you $1."  dad's point was that us kids needed to start caring about how the house looked and start picking up outside of the organized "saturday morning cleanup."  case in point, this piece of paper was put in the living room by my dad days earlier and nobody had touched it.

to this day, this moment affects me every single day.  this next statement is in no way exagerated... EVERY time i see a piece of trash on the ground my immediate thought is is someone placed it there and is watching to see if someone will care enough to pick it up.  the trash could be at work, in an elevator, in the skyway, or even on the street... my first thought is always a curious thought if someone's nearby watching me to see if i'll be the one to care.

i love my city and any chance i get, i try to pick up trash and throw it away at the nearest can.  i don't care about getting my hands dirty because i just want my city to look nice... but EVERY time i pick up a piece of trash i question myself as to if i'm doing it because i care about how the city looks or if i'm doing it because i'm afraid someone nearby planted it and i just don't want to be one of the people who just walks by and ignores it.  

unfortunately, this causes me not to pick up trash sometimes because i'm afraid that i'm doing it purely for selfish reasons... i just want to be the one that somebody sees as "the one who cares" and i want that to make me feel good.

thanks dad...

OMG!

DARK CHOCOLATE M&MS ARE BACK!!!  I'M SO FREAKIN' EXCITED I COULD JUST SQUEEEEEEEL!!!

my pants were full of shit

well... not literally but they might as well have been.

bf and i went to another gay movie last night at the lagoon theatre in uptown. folks, i haven't laughed so hard in ages. and you know what a jovial soul i am, always laughing and farting and snorting and telling poop jokes.

this movie... THIS movie, i tell you, is the most crass, obscene, rude, crude, soft-pornographic, disgusting, unnerving, hillarious, side-splitting, unholy, piece of amazingly blessed cinematic artwork that has hit the silver screen in, well, maybe ever. i truly belive the "bvm" would agree with me as well.

for those of you who are uneducated in the movie's specifics, it is a spin-off of the "scary movie" and "another date movie" genre. it takes quite a few well-known movies/tv shows and plays a farce on their most memorable scenes while wrapping it all in a very VERY queer rainbow duvet with a delicate rosebud hand-stitched in one corner. on the way home bf and i came up with this list of movies/tv shows that were spun off in the movie(a question mark following it denotes that we weren't sure if it was an official spin-off or just a very close match):

• queer as folk
  
• broken hearts club
  
• carrie
  
• american pie
  
• psycho
  
• mommy dearest
  
• trick (?)
  
• something about mary (?)
  
• savage love... (San Torum High School)!
  

anyway... this movie rocked. i think it may have passed my to-date favorite crass unholy movie, south park the movie. i think bf and i need to go see it again, man oh man was it funny...

left is right and right is oh so outdated

where: caribou coffee
when: this morning
what: a queer with a single gold hoop in his right ear
freak out: WHA?  us gay boys still DO THAT THANG???  i'm sorry, that's SO 80's.  am i wrong???

threshold

i have crossed a threshold in my new school experience - i have completed my first grad school paper!!!

my 3-5 page paper turned into an 8 pager with the help of my new coffee shop and a glass of killer shiraz. i tell you, grad school is turning out to be a TON more fun that my undergrad... i mean... i NEVER finished a paper in undergrad while buzzed from booze - i think i'm going to like grad school = )

one complaint though, APA FORMAT. i mean, who the HELL writes with only one space after periods and no blank lines between sections to give formatting??? i guess one plus is that i can write in courier 12pt which fills a page in approx 2 words - lol.

ok, i'm going home, the shop closes in 20 minutes and i should get some rest so i can proofread what i wrote tomorrow before i go to work.

one last note - i love the new apple wireless mighty mouse, it fuckin' kicks ass... no... really.

offense...

riddle me this:  as a woman, would you be offended if you found out that at work your husband was referring to you as "my roommate" or "that girl" or "my first wife?"

distracted

i'm in class right now and can't tell you how FREAKING EXCITED i am that our room has blackboards in it! AND my teacher uses them!!! we even did a presentation the other day and i was able to write on one... i was tickled.

*sigh*

i guess not everything is going tech = )

randoms

today's just a bunch of randoms cause i can't get my shit together.

• the temperature has dropped in the cities and i can finally walk to work without my underside becoming a moist vortex that my tighties get caught in.
  
• yesterday i proved that i'm truly back in college... my lunch of soda and a twix was hastily eaten on the way to class.
  
• the 48 hours of rain we had in the last few days gave me NUMEROUS opportunities to use my new umbrella. there's nothing sweeter than using an umbrella; it's like being in a movie or something, it's just so surreal.
  
• the cold i caught on the way back from camp noah is finally disappearing, not till i passed it off to my bf that is. *grin*
  
• apple freakin' ROCKS!
  

well, that's about all today, well, for now. maybe i'll blog more later while i'm in class.

school daze

a mere two days after getting back from camp noah and i'm whizzing right around to go back to school. grad school snuck up on me; a trip to target elicited an "oh shit! i need school supplies!" and checking my university email elicited an "oh shit! i have cubic ass-loads of prework to do before monday's class!"

oh, the joys of school daze-out.

walking around on campus yesterday, though, was refreshing and fun. i always loved college and have kind of missed the feel in the last couple years... that was short lived though, i no longer have to miss it cause i'm living it now! i'm so excited!!!

special thanks to the bf for being so understanding during my busy work and school schedule - i tell all of you, this one is quite special = )