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So I recently had a meltdown over Bakersfield refusing to perform wedding ceremonies for gay couples. You would think that once the Supreme Court had it’s say, this would be decided and final. Unfortunately I share a state with narrow-minded assholes who think they know what’s best for people they don’t even know. Because of them, we Californians will be voting on this issue in November.

My fave bloggy friend has published a post about this issue herself, as well as a link to the Equality for All Web site. It is there that I went and vowed to vote NO. Specifically:

I Vow To Vote No on a statewide ballot initiative that is intending to amend the California constitution to ban marriage for gay and lesbian couples. Gay and lesbian couples deserve the same fundamental freedoms that all Californians enjoy. I hereby Vow To Vote No on any constitutional amendment that stands in the way of equality for all.

I realize that this may not be a passionate issue for everyone, but as someone who has friends and family members who are gay and lesbian, this is a big fucking deal to me. And people who strive to take basic rights away from my friends and family piss me off.

Everybody matters. God loves ALL of us. And we all deserve the same basic rights of life. Period.

Peace and Equality.

Today is my day off and I am not doing anything that requires going out in the 102 degree weather. That and, although I’m not really a superstitious person, bad things are less likely to happen to me if I’m in my living room. Thank you Jake Titus for giving me several reasons to stay indoors today. (If you haven’t read his post, please do… It’s hilarious.)

So far my laziness is off to a good start. I haven’t done anything other than scramble a couple of eggs and text with my Future Doctor. He’s someone I dated an eon ago, but our timing was always wrong. We got back in touch a few years ago thanks to the handiness of MySpace. However, with me being with D., and him being super busy- we still haven’t seen each other in over a decade. (Thank God for pictures.)

The last couple of months, Future Doctor and I have been in contact a lot more than usual. Phone calls, texts and emails have given us motivation to see each other again. He’s moving back to California soon, to finish up his education, so we’ve been making plans to get together. His family lives where I do, and he intends to move back here when he’s finished with school.

I must say I’m very excited to see him again. I’ve known him for so long and I just adore him as a person. He’s an incredibly sweet, down-to-earth guy. It also doesn’t hurt that he’s hot. (Gotta love perks.)

Anyway, I have no expectations other than being the friends we’ve always been, and picking up where we left off… so to speak. We may have sucked at timing, but we were excellent at other things. I am definitely looking forward to that.

Peace and hot doctors.

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Good Lord it seems that I can’t even nail down a Friend With Benies these days. Vanilla Ice is a done deal. I haven’t officially told him or anything, but I’m sure he’ll figure it out. If he hasn’t already… More on that in a minute.

It turns out that while V.I. is very, very cute, he’s not the best at naked Twister (something I can forgive when I’m drunk) and there are no signs of improvement on the horizon (something I can’t forgive when I’m sober). Another fabulous thing I’ve discovered about him is his enormous ego. Which baffles me considering his lack of, um, skills.

Note to cute guys everywhere: Being hot is not enough. While you’re fun to look at, you’re not that fun to play with. The End.

Enter Scrubs. I call him that b/c I always run into him when he gets off work and he’s always wearing them. I actually wondered, out loud, to him Tuesday night if he actually owned other clothing. He assured me he did. Good to know.

Anyway, bff and I ended up at Fave Watering Hole (Tues.) after a fabulously boring hour at another place. Scrubs came in, as he has before, and hung out with me and bff the rest of the night. I’ve known him a while now, casually. He’s always been very nice and cute, but I never considered him in “that” way because he always seemed a bit immature. Which he is, but after talking with him for longer than a few minutes, he gained some points.

After Fave Watering Hole closed, Scrubs and I adjourned to my place. How tacky that sounds. And after all was said and done, how tacky it now feels, as he is (I have learned) friends with Vanilla Ice. Oops. Hence my mentioning that V.I. may be clued in, already, that we’re not gonna be “seeing each other” anymore.

In any event I had a LOT of fun with Scrubs. So much fun, in fact, that I think he needs to sit Vanilla down and teach him everything he knows. He should actually teach a class.

I’m curious to see what happens next.

Peace and understanding neighbors.

Well, it appears that my unlucky man streak is still going strong. (High five!) Within hours of my last post, where I mentioned the cute guy who fixed my mirror, I got a text from my bff. Evidently she heard that Cute Guy is no good.  She was told this by a male friend, who happened to be at Fave Watering Hole on Cinco de Drinko, and saw me hanging out with Cute Guy.

Bff’s friend said that Cute Guy is, “shady and bad news”. I told bff that I’d need more info. She got back to me, later, with more details from her friend: “he is a player big time and stabs people in the back a lot”. Um, alrighty then. So here’s what I’m doing with those little passed on treats:

First and foremost, I don’t take the word of others as gospel when it comes to forming opinions about people. There are always people who aren’t going to like you, for whatever reasons, and who will say bad things about you to others when given the chance; true or not. I don’t think it’s fair to judge people based solely on what someone else says about them. This isn’t high school and I don’t work that way; I form my own opinions based on my own experiences. (The ONLY exception to this is if a potential crush has dated a friend of mine. That’s a deal breaker, no matter what.)

Secondly, I’m not looking for true love here. I’m looking to have some fun with someone (cute) who doesn’t piss me off or get on my last nerve. Being that I’m more male than female minded, the possibility that he may be a “player” doesn’t faze me one bit. To me, dating is meant to be fun, not as a means to an end, and sex and love are two very different things.. I know, and appreciate, the difference.

Anyway, who knows if I’ll even see him again? I’m not worried about it. The good thing is that my luck is actually starting to make me laugh now. I’m just gonna keep going with the flow… Mr. Right Now is never far…

Peace and fun.

I am SO tired…

I got a call from the ex (D.) last night/this morning about 3:45 a.m. I came thisclose to not answering, but I thought something might be wrong, so I did. Turns out he needed a ride home from a bad situation he’d found himself in. He was far away from home, and me, and was with people who thought strippers and cocaine were fabulous ideas. Thankfully, that shit isn’t D’s style. So he told his companions that he was going outside to get some air, then left. But he didn’t have his car, so he was walking. He told me that he needed a ride, and didn’t know who else to call.

So I got out of bed, got dressed, and headed out to a nearby town to pick him up and take him home. It only took me about 20 minutes to get to him, and we talked on the phone as he walked down the street, until I got there. I was very glad that he called me when he needed me and that I was able to be there. I became very angry, however, when it occurred to me that not ONE of those losers he was with (his “friends”) had even bothered to try and call him to see where he was! Did they even know he was gone? Did they even care? It’s 4 in the morning, their drunk friend is WALKING home and no one even bothered to take a moment between coke lines to see if he was ok. I pretty much had a fit about that all the way to his house. If I went missing for even 5 minutes- my phone would be ringing ridiculously. Then again, my friends aren’t drug using fuck faces.

I got D. home safe, and came home to bed (about 5 a.m.). It seemed that D. learned a lesson last night and I seriously doubt he’ll allow himself to be in that position again. But if he ever is, he knows he can always call me- and I’ll be there. That’s the non-suck part of our break-up… We are still just a phone call away.

Peace and just say no.

What have I done today? Not much. My head is still feeling the effects of last night’s fun, so today I haven’t been able to do anything but drink fluids and fart around on the computer. I did, however, manage to get an About Me page done. I never know what to write about myself, but hopefully that will suffice.

Last night was a lot of fun… Like Sundays usually are for me. I had to get work out of the way first, which wasn’t fun, but I had the rest of my night to look forward to, so I was in a stellar mood. So much so that my co-workers were wondering what drugs I was on.

We did the usual- hung out at our fave little watering hole (where ex-crush works) and consumed our body weight in beer and shooter goodness, laughed hysterically and listened to karaoke. I got hit on by an icky man with bad tattoos and I found myself flirting shamelessly with my ex-crush again. I couldn’t help it! I was feelin’ flirty and there he was, with all his stupid cuteness. It didn’t help that he was flirting back. Prolonged eye contact is a powerful thing. I should really be more careful with it. Unfortunately, Tuaca and Widmer were controlling the situation a little more than my brain was. I ended up staying after the place closed and then ended up driving stupid cuteness home. And, in the immortal words of Forrest Gump,  that’s all I have to say about that.

I am tired, I am thirsty and I have a load of towels that need to be washed. Oh the glamorous life I lead.

Peace and Tylenol.   

Holy shit. Since that was my immediate response to what follows, there it is.

There is this Web site in the world titled: Ask And Ye Shall Receive. The purpose of this brutally honest, no-holds-barred site is to review blogs that have been submitted by their owners. While the title of the site may not seem very scary- the URL of it gets more to the point: iwillfuckingtearyouapart.blogspot.com.

Back in January, Trouble suggested that I submit my blog to Ask And Ye Shall Receive. I’d never heard of it, so I went over and checked it out. I was immediately terrified and decided that I would NOT, in fact, submit my little blog to being torn apart. However, I loved the reviews, as painful as they were to read. I can’t help but be attracted to people who are honest, smart, and write with a dagger. While I felt bad for the blogs that were “fucking torn apart”, it was hard to not like the manner in which it was done. However, I still wasn’t about to send my blog into that shredder.

Fast forward a couple of months. After a night out with the girls, and many beers, I came home and hopped online. Feeling no pain, and no fear, I submitted my blog to the shredder. Waking up sober the next day, I realized what I had done and have been waiting in anxious trepidation (is that redundant?) ever since.

Today I woke to an email from my reviewer. “You’re so brave,” it read, “I hope you enjoy it!” Deeeeeeeep breath. I, honestly, was dreading reading it. I closed the email. I opened it again. I did that several times before I realized that I was gonna HAVE to read it eventually. So I put my Big Girl panties on and went to my review.

The title of my blog sucks (I already knew that, though), I have too much shit in my side bar (I knew that too) and I could use an About Me page so people who wander in here know who they’re dealing with (I intend to create one). I’m just glad I took my Twitter box out before she got here, or I’m sure she would have tried to stab me in the face. It wasn’t all bad, though. In fact, I was beyond happy with what followed. So happy, in fact, that I didn’t even care that my name was spelled wrong.

You can read my review here: You Can’t See Everyone Naked. And yes, I left a comment.

Peace and fierce women who kick ass.