"Boys Will be Boys"

Last chance for those of you who haven't taken my quiz and are interested in doing so (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE...). I'm going to close out the quiz and post my responses tomorrow. Hell even if you don't know me and you don't care... It still would be cool of you to take the DAMN QUIZ!

I'm also pleased to announce that I spent the entire day today updating myself on all the blog postings that I have missed in the last week and a half. If you doubt that I read your blog... quiz me, I'll get 100%.

I'm also pleased to announce that I found a local blogger today. Check out Andy's blog sometime (hopefully he'll post something new soon)!

Toodles - for real this time!

(okay I lied... Captain "Crunch" a.k.a. Hot Toddy emailed me today... What a sweetheart. As long as my boat is still afloat, Toddy will hold rank as my captain!)






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Happy Hump Day!

Smootches!

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very Low
Level 2 (Lustful)	Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Very High
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	High
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Very High
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Extreme
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	High

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test

Should I be concerned with that outcome? GOD - save me because I like sex and I think being a PIMP is a good thing!

Thanks to Ryan for this hilarious OnStar commercial rendition. LOVE IT!




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So here I sit... in my brand new cube. I "played" decorator over the weekend and bought a cute little plant, brought in my fabulous water fountain that JRo and Man-da-licious got me for my birthday, an awesome Frank Lloyd Wright calendar from JRo, my Eagle Scout plaque, a picture of the fam, and some other miscellaneous stuff. It sounds stupid but it has been several years since I had my own space at work. It was rough going from a corner office with anything at my fingertips that I needed to absolutely NOTHING. Sharing is not fun - at work! Share in the bedroom, people. But thankfully after being a prisoner in this building for over a year, I know have my very own desk, computer and cabinets (with keys). LOVE IT! I must admit that I have brought out the devil in everyone else, because everybody is running out and buying plants now. It's a beautiful thing! Ohh what fun it is to be gay! ;-)

The new job is going quite well. To sum it up, it is a combination of an executive escalations team and a customer care team. I get to resolve escalated problems from dealerships. Once again - this has nothing to do with my career goals, BUT - I now have weekends and holidays off, so that is a big step in the right direction. The only downside to the move is that my secret admirer is now on the other side of the building and doesn't have access to "viewings" of me! Hopefully *HINT HINT* this will continue - since as you can all tell, my ego needs a boost lately.

Last night was an exciting night for me. I ventured officially into the world of Yoga. Not knowing exactly what to expect I was a bit nervous, however my buddy Alex offered to be my mentor and Yoga by my side. It had been since December - so almost month four - since I had been to the gym last. YIKES. Last night was also the first time that I had ever used the locker room at the gym, since before I always changed at home (I can straight from work yesterday). What an enlightening experience. Old, nasty, hairy, NAKED ass, everywhere! Ohh my. It is a bear's dream in there. Thankfully I've practiced the art of removing clothing quickly and I bolted out of that follicle arena ASAP.

After escaping the locker room madness, I approached the front desk to ask where I was supposed to go for this class. The nice lady pointed me in the correct direction. That is where I should have been on my way. NOPE. Instead I decided to express how nervous I was about doing Yoga, and how I've never done it before, etc. etc. Then I left, heading over to the all glass room. **SIDE COMMENT** - Why is it necessary to have glass windows that everyone can see through in the group glass rooms? Most people act like total idiots trying to keep up with the instructor, fumbling around, losing their balance... those windows are a complete distraction not only for the people working out in the class, but also for the people doing cardio. I just hope that my ass looked firm and fabulous while it was up in the air!!!

I met up with Alex shortly after leaving the front desk. He had an interesting look on his face and I wasn't sure if he was happy to see me or just worn out from the bike he was riding. Alex and I chatted for a bit about how nervous I was for the class and how fat we both felt... you know, the norm! ;-)

This is the part where my big mouth caught up with me...

So I am sitting on my Yoga mat with my socks and shoes off - and I hear this voice through the sound system in the room. Loud and clear the soft voice said:

Welcome everyone. I know we have at least one new person in our class today. He didn't know when he was talking to me at the front desk that I am the instructor, but I have a feeling he will do just fine. Welcome new guy.

Folks... this is the luck I encounter. The entire time I was being over chatty at the front desk... I was talking to the instructor. OMG. I was really embarrassed at first, but I eventually forgot it all a few minutes later. The class itself was amazing. I felt really good about the entire experience. I'm actually a bit sore today from all the stretching. It didn't really hit me until today that with enough Yoga practice, I might actually be able to do what I considered to be impossible... auto-fellatio. This would completely eliminate the entire reason for having a significant other. I personally find this feat quite impressive and I imagine that seeing someone do it would be really hot as well. Time will tell. I need to ask Alex how he is doing on that!!

The weekend for me was great. It was my first official weekend off in what seemed like eternity. I almost didn't even know what to do with myself - but of course I did.

Friday night I went to JD's Piano Bar in Pontiac. As always JRo and Man-da-licious were a blast. Mandy has got some TITS. Ohhh my. I'm gay and I love them... I can't imagine how straight men react to those melons (and let me tell you these aren't honeydew... these things are watermelons - sweet, sweet watermelons (not too many seeds either)). JRo also invited a few of her counterparts from work, as well as Chad. Yummy, Yummy Chad - my newest hetero lust.

A few Bud Lights, a couple of JRo's cigarettes and strained vocal chords, Chad arrived. Yummy, Yummy Chad arrived. According to JRo and a few others Chad and I look very similar in appearance. Is it possible to be attracted to someone that looks very "similar" to you? The answer is YES. Especially if you are vain enough to think that you are HOT, HOT, HOT! ;-)

Mandy and I had a conversation about how we'd like to Chad somewhere private and pleasure him orally. Oddly enough, JRo and I had this same conversation a while later about how we'd like to take him home and pleasure him together. Hummm... it seems to me the possibilities are endless. Plus, as I've mentioned before, JRo has got some MAD skills. She needs a man too... anyone available Friday night? Depending on what you are in to... you can have me, JRo, or both of us (at the same time depending on what your fantasy is. Email Jenny or Jason for reservations (Friday or Saturday appointments)

Saturday came and went as quickly as Geoff my recent lust interest did. I had breakfast with my stepmother and my sister at this hole in the wall restaurant near the house I grew up in. BAD IDEA. I think prison food would be better. I don't personally recommended the Cinnamon Raisin French Toast... I've tasted better rubber cement (back in the day when we used to make booger balls in fourth grade. Jenny Fedon always had the biggest one. DAMN HER).

After my step mom departed for better things... my sister and I went shopping. I ended up buying three new pairs of shoes, and nine pairs of new underwear. Yes folks... you heard it right... NINE new pairs. Calvin Klein and Ralph Lauren have made me VERY happy. Not to mention they've made my ass very happy too! I'd tap me if I could... well... two more months of Yoga and that might very well be possible.

Jenny and I had a charity event on Saturday for a wonderful program called "On My Own". It is really too bad that I was a former event planner (and soon to be re-invented event planner) because I am far too critical of events that I attend now. This one in particular needed a TON of work. I've been attempting to solicit my services to them to better help their fundraising initiative, however I haven't received what you would consider to be a "you go boy" response yet. I'll keep trying till they say no. LOL. I think with a bit of work, they could have world-class events and raise a decent chunk of money. They really just need to get someone in there that know how to put it all together. Speaking of that... if anyone knows of some contract event work, send those requests my way. I'll knock some socks off (and maybe even more depending on how drop dead sexy y'all are).

After bailing out of the charity event several hours early, JRo and I decided we would head up to Pronto! for some drinks. We also called Mark and Mandy (he he he, that made me think of Mork and Mindy) to invite them up as well. Mandy declined, but Mark (just getting off a plane from Salt Lake City) as more than interested. Dressed in my tux, I strutted into Pronto! proud as can be. Thinking I might get a bit more attention dressed in a very expensive designer tux than I would wearing very expensive designer jeans, was the wrong thing to think. NO drinks bought for me, no offers for hot, wild sex... NO NOTHING! What I learned folks... It don't matter what you wear, they're checking out your savoir fair. And it don't matter what you do, cause everything looks good on you. Ohh, I also learned that I am a white boy when it comes to dancing... I can't hip hop, and I sure as hell can't do the hustle like they do in the Old Navy commercial!

Sunday I spent the day with my parents, doing laundry and house cleaning. Very eventful... Yeah right. I did however get a free dinner out of the deal from Mexican Village... the best Mexican this side of 696. After dinner I went over to Mark's house for a Britney Spears party. It is one of those... what do you get when....

What do you get when you mix 2 straight girls, 1 lesbian and 8 homo's... one hell of an orgy. LOL - no really, you get a Britney Spears party. It was fun to get together and laugh about how funny she really is. She talks like a southern hick, she fakes playing the piano for effect and her choice of shoes is horrendous (get rid of the pink boots sister!). I must admit that I did enjoy the entire bedroom scene. That guy down on stage level in the bed with the checkerboard hair... wow.... he was doing amazing things with the satin sheet! I don't know how they do it... I know I would get hard if I played with myself in front of millions of people! In fact I was getting hard thinking about playing with myself in front of millions of people. I just think back to the time where I had a threesome in front of a small audience. Everyone was sipping Cosmo's eating Calamari and I was having sex on top of the bar in front of them... good sex too. ;-)

After the Britney concert, all of us watched "The L Word" on Showtime. I was quite surprised how much I enjoyed the show considering I don't have a huge fondness for lesbians. Ever since that one night at Stiletto’s with the Drag Kings... I've never been the same. Give me a good drag queen any day... but please, oh pretty please, let the Kings idle in the parking lot in their Ford F-350 Dually Diesels...

The only big thing I noticed about the show is that is it does not really base on reality. We discussed this as a group in fact. We all noticed that the lesbians were all tan, and cute, and thin, and nice. Hummm... hopefully I am not stereotyping but most lesbians in Michigan are beast-like, manly, a few pounds overweight, and generally have a farmers tan from playing a lot of softball (most do not wear bikini's and sarongs - THANKFULLY!!!).

With all that said.... my new department is going to slowly transition into being... so I should have more time to update now. Speaking of that... my new computer is ready for installation. I just have to pick it up from my dad. SWEET!

Toodles.





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I'm going to be single forever. This time it is by choice. I have a feeling now that I've made this choice... the men will come flocking. You know it is kind of like when you start dating someone and that's when all the boys come out of the woodwork. Oddly enough, I don't even want it to work. I have a hard enough time getting my gay guy friends to call me back more or less the guys I am dating. What is the fucking deal people?

All of this just makes me want to act like a prick. It just reaffirms why celibacy and being single is the route to take.

PLUS... to add to all of this I lost track of time this morning and spent way too much time in the shower, was almost late for work... spilled boiling hot (literally) tea on my inner thigh when I turned left out of my parking lot today.... TGIF.

Anyone going to be in Detroit that would like to cheer me up this weekend?

Ohhh... sorry for the lack of blogging this week but I have been in training for my new position. Getting to work at 7am is rough... plus since I normally do my blogging at work, it doesn't allow me the opportunity for much writing time. I'll be back with regular updates next week.




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How well do you know me - or think you know me?
Take My Test, Just don't pay attention to the spelling error and the lack of question mark on one of the questions. The quiz would not let me edit. ;-)

In the spirit of good times and fabulous weekends... The following is an idea I got from him:

The Nickname Game -

If you call me Hootch or Tito – your name is Linda Gaetani.
If you call me Jay – you are my stepmother, my sister, my roommate Ang, Ryan Underwood or my best friend from high school Shelley Jiles.
If you call me Pooh, My Baby or My Boy – you are my bio mom.
If you call me Pup, Dipstick, or Little Shit – you are my dad.
If you call me JW, JW Enginsang or Jaysooneee – you are Gramsy and Gramps.
If you called me Tit – you are Nikki Royce.
If you called me Butch (of Butch and Butch) – you are Trisha Forton.
If you call me Dukes, or Dude – you are Bethanie Lavoie.
If you called me Beavis in Junior High School – you are an ASSHOLE!
If you call me Clay Aiken – you are Bobby Finlayson, or that annoying girl from the Subscriber team.
If you call me Dick or Sweater Boy – you are Ken Trelfa.
If you call me Jas – you are Grandma Carter.
If you call me Mr. Ensign – you are my supervisor at EDS.
If you call me Posh Spice, Lil Kim, Blanche, or one of the Pips – you are Gary Wolf (aka Scary Spice, Christina Aguilera, Rose, and Gladys)
If you call me Horsecock – you are Blake Spear, Sarah Losee, or Christy Richmond.
If you called me Aunt Dana – you are Christian’s nephews Zachary and Gabriel.
If you called me Boo – you are my ex Paul (you conniving son-of-a-bitch)
If you call me JJ – you are BB from the OC.
If you called me Roger – you are Bernice (aka Shelley)
If you called me Snoop – you are Nicole Fraser
If you called me Dork-a-Lork or Butt Nugget – you are my sister Larisa

If I have managed to miss any... or you have any to add... fell free to leave comments. I'd love to know what other people call me.

Enjoy your weekend kids...





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...But isn't it better to receive?

Last night JRo and I decided that we were going to beat the Saint Patty's Day crowd at the bars and see a movie instead. We thought we would introduce a twist to movie-going to celebrate the drunken holiday.

With a loaded Gucci bag full of Rolling Rock we were off to see "Something's Got to Give" with Jack and Diane.

First off, the movie was awesome. The chemistry between the two seasoned actors was believable, wonderful and so true. I honestly didn't even need the drinks I consumed to enjoy the movie. It makes me wonder what movies I would have enjoyed if I would have a buzz going in the theatre. The first that comes to mind... Scary Movie 3!

Anyhow...

On our way to the movie theatre we stopped at the gas station to get cigarettes. Have you ever noticed that when you are in a hurry, the people at the counter are mentally impaired and more often times than not, so are the customers. What we thought would be a two-minute stop, turned out to be closer to ten. There was only one person in front of JRo, but for whatever reason the bimbo (I LOVE that word) didn't have a driver's license to purchase cigarettes, but instead had her birth certificate. Then after a several trips to the manager chilling in the back room, the cashier was even more confused when the lady paid with change. WTF? As I am backing up in the car to the door, I see Jenny tapping her feet and giving dirty, foul looks to both the cashier and the jigga bea paying with change.

Finally food stamp, change queen got her lumpy ass out of the way and JRo was the next "batter up". It is a damn shame that most store clerks have the brain capacity of a shrimp. Jenny had several coupons that she wanted to use and because the smokes were on sale, she thought she would be getting a GREAT deal. Well, apparently that was too confusing for the cashier. In the end, Jenny left with two packs instead of five because the cashier decided that two was enough. Isn't it great that the store clerk is so medically knowledgeable that she is doing her best to prevent cancer, emphysema, and lung disease by restricting cigarette sales to customers? I'm sure the AMA would appreciate her efforts!

**SIDE NOTE** Some people are such HUGE tools! **END SIDE NOTE**

With our movie starting 7:20pm, we had only 9 minutes to get to the theatre, buy our tickets and get to our seats. Thankfully, I was able to put it in warp speed and launch Jinx into another interplanetary system (aka Macomb Mall). With only moments to spare and half a cigarette left, we pulled into the lot. JRo was having some difficulty carrying such an overloaded Gucci bag (thankfully we were smart enough to wrap the bottles in towels so they wouldn't clank together!). You would have sworn we both were already drunk fumbling into the theatre on top of having difficulty finding the open door (every time we go there I pull on every locked door cursing somewhat silently to myself).

With tickets in hand, we walked like the little old ladies at the mall at 8am to our "viewing room". Because of our "movie-theatre-illegal-substance, we thought it would be best to sit in the back of the theatre. We had thought that because it was a "holiday" that the movie would be empty. WRONG. We had walked in just as the movie began only to find a packed house (at least it looked packed in the dark).

JRo and I began our trek up the stairs to the top row. Sometimes as you are all aware, it is difficult to maneuver in the darkness. JRo, definitely experienced this when the lights on the screen brightened up and she found herself about two inches from the back wall. LMAO - she almost Marsha Brady'd her nose on a movie theatre wall! This being the obvious end of the road, we did our best to not be a distraction cutting in front of the two other people sitting in the back row.

This is where the story gets interesting. So Jenny sits down in her seat and I go to sit down in mine directly next to her. Just before I am about to sit I touch the seat. Much to my surprise there is not a seat. There is a piece of wood with fabric... but someone's ass ate the cushion! In between bursts of laughter I motioned for Jenny to move over a seat. That's when it happened... AGAIN! Jenny sat down in hear seat and another ass had eaten that cushion too! What are the odds? We couldn't believe that the ass-eaters had invaded the last row of the movie theatre and robbed our precious asses of cushioned seating.

Whether it was a higher authorities intention or not, JRo and I were forced to be separated (by an empty, cushionless chair). It all worked out well in the end because we needed a bar and the wood seat performed quite nicely in our time of need.

Getting straight down to business I cracked open the first Rolling Rock. "Pssssssttttttt... suuuuuuuuu. Clannnnnk." Since no one seemed to notice the fizzling beer sound, nor the bottle cap hitting the cement floor, I proceeded on to beverage number two. JRo and I couldn't stop laughing at how loud I was being.

As I mentioned the movie was fabulous. The best part was after Jack and Diane had sex and were lying in bed together, Jenny leans over and says, "I can't believe that I almost ran into the wall. Can you believe that?” Well after two beers each, working on sharing our third, that was the most hilarious thing I had ever heard. Jenny and I both broke out in hysterical, uncontrollable laughter. We laughed for minute after minute. The kind of laughing where you can't breathe because you've been laughing so much for so long. It felt so good in fact, that I let out the most obnoxious belch afterwards. It wasn't quite as humorous as the belch from third grade when my second grade teacher tapped me on the shoulder to say hello and I let one out right in her face when I turned around. It wasn't that good... but it was damn good. It would have made any clueless, mannerless, straight man proud!

Have I mentioned yet that the movie was sensational? It was. You should definitely check it out if you haven't already. It made my date night with Jenny quite a fond memory.





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My life is rated NC-17.
What is your life rated?

This is probably why I can't win bootie contests. DAMN. I think I need to start working out more often (since I haven't been to the gym since early December). The end of 2004 is quickly approaching and I have to make sure I have a body to die for when JRo and I submit those pics to Playgirl. I've recruited a personal trainer to help me - BEEF UP. We'll see how that goes.

Off to Pronto! for cocktails...




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Slap my wrists, spank my ass, but please don't call me Susan!

In the spirit of Whitney Houston - I've been really cracked out lately. I feel like I have so much to write about, but unfortunately a majority of it has to be censored for reasons out of my control. What pisses me off is that this journal is meant to document my daily life and the "trials and tribulations" of being me. What good is it, if I'm not allowed to do that? Why are people so ashamed of having themselves posted on the internet. In most cases I don't use last names and the only way that my audience would ever know who these people are, is if they had met them before or know them personally. As many of you may have noticed a recent post of mine was deleted regarding my roommate situation. While I understand that this may have not been the very best decision to post the emails - my personal opinion is that if you act a certain way, and/or you send emails, etc. you should accept what you said and deal with it. If you are embarrassed by other people reading it or just the situation all together... you probably shouldn't have said or done what you did. As long as I give credit to the original author, it is my right to post whatever I feel like posting, right?

My homelife has been less than ideal to say the least, but unlike some other people, I am able to act in an adult manner. Removing personal items from common areas, disappearing without warning for days, etc. isn't what I would consider the best way to deal with the situation. I want more than anything to discuss what is going on to atleast try and civilize things... but unfortunately when I am purposely ignored that doesn't leave me a lot of opportunity to chat. I suppose not running into your renegade roommate eliminates the tension, but whatever. I'm doing my best to not let it bother me.

In addition to home issues, I've once again opened my mouth and got myself into some hot water at work. On Friday February 27, 2004 there was an article in the Detroit Free Press about OnStar. Because of my obvious vested interest in keeping up to date with OnStar in the media, I read the article. While reading what was a mostly positive story, I noticed four factual errors that I thought needed attention. I decided to direct my concern to the author of the column. When I received my less than desirable response, I then forwarded it on the corrections editor at the Free Press. He wrote me back later that afternoon to let me know that he would indeed look into the alleged errors and that if they were in fact incorrect, the newspaper would rescind its comments. Keep in mind, through all of this, I had done all of this from my home computer on my personal time, with my personal email.

Fast Forward to Thursday. I get to work last Thursday and I open my email (as usual) only to see a message from a sender that I did not recognize. To sum up the message -

Please contact me immediately regarding your letter writing campaign to the Detroit Free Press. While we appreciate your concern for accuracy in relation to OnStar related articles in the media, you have potentially caused harm to the relationship between the Free Press and OnStar.

Signed the Vice President of Communications for OnStar.

I just about SHIT my pants. This is not the type of thing that you want to start your day with. Basically the last week has been a crazy mess of trying to resolve a situation that could have potentially cost me my job. I know that it was not my job to report this mess, however as a consumer I felt it was my "job" to report inaccuracy in the news media (This has a lot to do with my journalism background from college). I NEVER thought that something so silly, could cause so much trouble. My stepmother puts it best... "Honey, you aren't politically savvy." This is very true. I guess I need to work on that. From now on - my lips are sealed, unless it involves lust (and even then, it's best not to talk).

Last Saturday I had a wonderful date with a gorgeous, talented young man. If you recall, I met him a few weeks ago at Q. I am just amazed about how awesome one person can be. He is intelligent, is built like a brick shit house (to quote my dad when he talks about ripped guys), sings in his church choir, plays several instruments, etc. etc. His only downside is that he is somewhat indecisive. That's okay... because I'm more than happy to make decisions for him.

So on Saturday afternoon I called him while he was at the gym and left him a voicemail similar to the following:

Geoff, its Jason. I just wanted to let you know that I will be at your place with dinner at 7pm. Don't bother calling to cancel, because I won't answer. See you then!

I have to admit that I was a bit nervous that I would plan this really elaborate dinner, show up and have him not be home. On my way over to his place, I called him and asked him what he was doing. His response - "I'm waiting for you".

Phew.

I was pretty stumped for what to cook for dinner so I decided to wing it. I do my best work under that kind pressure anyhow. I arrived with two bags of groceries from Nino Salvaggio's ready to prepare. I left Geoff in charge of the musical selections for the evening. He choose jazz. A man after my own heart. LOVE IT! He set the mood, I set the foundation for an evening of culinary delights.

The menu you ask:
Garlic Tarragon Salmon Steaks
Garlic Parmesan Al Dente Pasta with Julienne Red and Yellow Bell peppers, Sauteed Mushrooms and Mini Red Onions
Steamed Fresh Green Beans
Fresh Bread
Nut Scones with Fresh Sliced Strawberries and Whipped Cream

Yes... it was fabulous. In the middle of preparation Geoff asked me if I had cooked this particular meal before. Funny thing is that I hadn't and I was a bit worried (even though it has been a long time since I cooked something that wasn't wonderful). Geoff responded by saying that I am brave because he would have prepared something tried and true. I've never been the one to settle for the standard. Plus I figured... is there a better way to prove your culinary skills? If I claim to be an excellent chef, I should be able to work with anything and make it delicious. Right?

I won't give any scandalous details from the evening, however I will say that I more than enjoyed myself. I'm lucky to have been introduced to such a wonderful man. Thanks JRo! It's time for us to find you a BEEFCAKE!

I just got word today that my dad ordered his new Mac G5. This means that I will finally have my own personal computer. I haven't had internet access at home since I was given 'da boot' from Ang. Now I won't have to worry about questionable internet content, etc. YAY! I couldn't be more excited. No one deserves to be stressed out in their own home on a regular basis. Your abode should be a place of relaxation and comfort, despite what outside forces try to alter that (or inside forces).

I have to mention that I have been chatting with two lovely gents on IM on a regular basis lately. I'm really enjoying getting to know them both. Hopefully lasting friendships will develop from both. Thanks Evil Robot and Rotten Ryan!

Well hopefully I have enough energy to write more frequently now that situations in my life are beginning to resolve themselves. AHHHHH.... if I could only get the IRS off my ass!




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I'm a religious Mexican, Schitzophrenic who likes Belgian waffles and potentially will drive a Nova.

You're The Poisonwood Bible!

by Barbara Kingsolver

Deeply rooted in a religious background, you have since become both
isolated and schizophrenic. You were naively sure that your actions would help people,
but of course they were resistant to your message and ultimately disaster ensued. Since
you can see so many sides of the same issue, you are both wise beyond your years and
tied to worthless perspectives. If you were a type of waffle, it would be
Belgian.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

You're Mexico!

While some people think you're poor and maybe a little corrupt, you
know where it's at, enjoying good food and nice beaches.  You like to take things a
little slower than those around you, and you really wish the air were cleaner, but sometimes
compromises must be made.  For some reason, Chevrolet keeps trying to sell you Novas
as well, even though they don't really go.
Take
the Country Quiz at the Blue Pyramid.

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