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I got my hair cut yesterday on my lunch break. At work I had to wear it differently because I didn't have a comb or my own gel. I got so many compliments! A female stranger said my hair was "very precise". It is. I wouldn't have it any other way. Makes me wonder what I'm doing wrong every other day.

Marbles Kitty continuously cracks me up. When I sit up in the morning, he blobs out on my pillow, annexing it into his domain. Then, when I sit up, he moves down to take my side of the bed. This is how he gets me out of bed in the morning so he can more effectively bitch at me to feed him. Fatty kitty...

Today is sushi day. I've never had. I'm going with my awesome coworkers, one of which is relatively new to sushi, and one of which is a sushi guru. She is going to be Virgil to my Dante, ushering me through this strange new world of taste.

I pulled my groin. Do you know how often you use that muscle? Yesterday I limped around for half the day, and then I felt better. Robb and I took a walk, and everything was fine. This morning I wake up and try to roll over and there's a shooting pain in my groin. Awesome. Today it hurts even worse than it did yesterday. I think it's going to be a sitting kind of day today...yikes.

And currently, I'm having these odd chest pains. Woohoo.

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What Can Brown Do For You?

Why does the UPS guy always show up when I'm naked? Seriously...

And why is my boyfriend getting strange packages that I have no idea about? And why didn't he respond to my text about it?

This morning is full of mysteries! Oooh boy! I'ma put on my brown houndstooth detective cap with the flaps and put my pipe in my mouth, grab my magnifying glass, and search for clues!

It's getting closer to my birthday, so I won't be opening that package. Who knows what's in it. The last time a strange package showed up at our door it was a Frank N. Furter costume. This time? Who knows!

Let me tell you. I'm a little spastic this morning for no good reason. I thought I'd already blogged, and then I realized I hadn't. And it's not even 10! What's the deal? I haven't had this kind of energy since...well, before I was fired, that's for sure.

AND!!!!

It's gonna be 70 this week. 75!!! Maybe it won't snow on my birthday (Apr. 11) for once! The last 2 years, it has snowed. Bitches. But hey...it's supposed to be 65 today. Maybe I'll go ride my bike. It sure would help me get rid of this spastic energy. BAH!!!!!!

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Jump Drive Dump...

I was clicking through my jump drive and I came across some great photos.

Defective signs are one of my guilty pleasures.  Any time we're out I look for them.  We once saw one that was supposed to say Randy's Market.  It said "Randy's Ma."  Love it!

And then there was "Road anger."

And this one:



That's right.  The Abbott Ho.  That's in the north side of Chicago, sort of near Boystown.

So great! 

And I don't know if I'm the only person to love these buttons, but I take pictures of them all the time:



I just love that it's two men.  Maybe I should sell this image to some kind of gay gaming blog...it would be pretty much perfect.  I've got about eight of these pictures (from all over the country), and they never stop amusing me.

And lastly, here's a picture of me squinting in the sun...in my old glasses...after not having shaved for three days.  It's not pretty.



Yikes.  Why do I do this to myself?

Anywho...there's that.

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Getting to Know...ME!

So, I was going to post this a while back, but my motivation got flushed (along with my job security). So now I'm back, and hoping to fill you all in on a little bit about me that maybe you don't know.

Sure, we have our laughs and talk about me go-go dancing or whatever, but I realized that a lot of you don't know me.

Where to start?

I had pneumonia when I was 2 and almost died. My parents divorced when I was 6, and my mom remarried and we moved when I was...eh...8 or so, I think. We lived in the country on 3 acres. Hiking through cornfields at night was a pastime.

This is the problem with posts like this. I have a really hard time keeping any kind of a grasp on my own timeline. I need to write it down (or have my mom do it) so I have something to reference. Moving on.

I got glasses in second grade. My brother and I (he's 2 years older than me and in Iraq with the Army right now) visited my dad every other weekend from 6 on Friday to Sunday at noon. And on Wednesdays we saw him from...eh...6 until something. I don't really recall. I just remember eating a lot of ham patties. I can't look at them now without gagging. Alternate weekends were noon on Sunday to 6 pm.

When I was ten, my sister was born (really she's a half-sister, but we never look at her like that). My brother and I wanted a boy. He cried when it was a girl. Ha!

When I was in seventh or eighth grade I got bifocals. I have terrible eyes.

When my brother was 18 he joined the Army. Nothing else has improved our relationship more than that. I love my brother.

Random stuff: I don't eat beans (unless they're green beans).

I used to love mustard and now I hate it.

My first car was a 1988 Buick Century.

I used to be terrified that people would find out I was a Christian.

Then I embraced it and was terrified people would find out I was gay.

I came out for the first time to a friend of mine over IM. She was kind of destroying her life over me, and I should have done it sooner. I told my mom I was gay during an argument about money and how I wanted money but wouldn't tell her about my life and why I broke up with my girlfriend, etc. I told her I was gay and her face went to, "Oh, come on..." And then to "Oh my God!" and then to "Is it my fault?" She kept giving me hugs and telling me she loved me. Then she asks me, "Have you ever been attracted to a boy?" HA! I spent my whole life attracted to a boy.

And now I have one. On the 25th it will be 4 years that we've been together. We joke about how long those years have been and about what pains-in-the-ass we've been, but really, we love each other very much.

My dad and I stopped speaking about five years ago (six?) or so. It's a long story. Surprisingly, it had nothing to do with me being gay.

I'm sure I missed something.

Anything else you'd like to know?

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