Wednesday, April 14, 2004

Borrowed Time

Today, thanks to the weather, I am vicious. I just wanted to say that someone is living on a borrowed time. And it is running out. Such a poetic justice if you ask me.

I'd like to go to the District this weekend. But I'm not sure. Decisions! Decisions must be made! Oh, fuck. I find it hard to believe that Vanilla Ice is actually coming to Gallaudet -- actually, I saw him making a comment on Surreal Life on TV a while ago that he vowed that he will *never* perform as Vanilla Ice.

Mutaytor was great band ever to grace the Rock Festival at Gallaudet. I was tripping on several fronts and throw alcohol in it, and seeing the Mutaytors doing unbelievable stuff. I still VEE'd at one lady who wore huge wedding dress and were wearing some taller wooden sticks to walk around but she slipped on the puddle of water, her dress were exposed openly right straight to my face. Remember I was tripping and I was like, "Get that fuckin' chopped liver out of my face!!" after seeing her exposed vagina right next to my head.

Larry, Mitch, remember the gal that I pulled her hair down and cause a drama at RF? I said, "Did your mother teach you this?" Then pulled her fuckin' hair down so hard that she fell on the floor. That bitch has no business of pulling the wig that I was wearing and trampled on it.

Anyway, Dylan is coming to my palace tonight. In fact, we'll dine tonight and chit-chat for hours, perhaps.

Tomorrow, I shall take him to a place and he'll be pleased with it. *smirk*

I met a cute guy last night named Logan. He is studying at Fordham. You know me, I like intelligent men more than pretty bois. You can have pretty bois. They bore me to death. Oops, did I say "death"? *hysterical laughter*

Ahh, I like Bobby's idea -- ask me 3 questions. Anything. I dare you. But beware, I get a kick out of shocking people about anything, really.

Cheers,

R-

Tuesday, April 13, 2004

Well, well, well ... good thing I did *not* go!

Heard that the Triple XXX event was so ... sinful. I'm proud of Nardicio. That dude knew how to party. He is irresistible and yet, so down-to-earth and laidback guy.

The next one, I will be there. No question.

I made some adjustments to my blogs -- I removed Terese by accident. So she's back, again! Santini is on it, too. And I also created a new one category reserved for "them": Hearies' Blogs. Narcissism 101 is the first victim. Liked his blogs. Very creative and hope someday, we'll bump into each other and he says, "YOU!" And I say "You, you fakey ho!" :-)

Cheers,

R-

Rain, go away!

I hate the rains in NYC, because the bus hits the wetty pothole, and the water inside the pothole splashed onto the sidewalk, hitting people indiscriminately. Then the sidewalkers shouted with gibberish words.

I hate diarrhea right after eating Chinese food. I love soy sauce but it made my rectum go like a fire hose blasting everything out. And it burns! Please remind me NOT to eat Chinese food with soy sauce right before I go to a gay bar. Don't want to look bad in front of pretty boys like Mighty Maloney or a stud like Corey Tut.

Yeah, I ate Chinese food last night and my date was the toilet for few hours. *sigh*


Sarah, nice to see your blog up and running. *grin*

Cheers,

R-

Monday, April 12, 2004

Is It Me or Them?

I noticed that there are many gay bloggers who huddled with each other and supported each other even with the fact that many of their articles are putting me to sleep.

I wonder why.

You know, I'm surprised that there is a clique within the blogworld. How pitiful.

R-

Few Observations

Today on the city bus (m15), I saw a cute father teaching his adorable son around 3 years old how to sign with his hands from 1 to 5. He taught the boy, "1, 2, 6, 4, 5". I smiled, grimaced and sighed. But thanks for the efforts, Breen would say.

Then during my break, I went to C-Town market on Avence C. Saw a woman working there using the nametag, it reads: Licelot. Who would name their kid, Licelot? Certainly not me.

Must be in the air.

R-

Such An Ordinary Morning

This morning, Thavith and I parted. He is probably in the air, flying to Florida to spread his faith. In case if you do not know what it is, he is semi-orthodox Jew. As bizarre as it may sound but he is indeed a good guy with irresistible smile.

I can't wait to see a movie called, "The Day After Tomorrow". It looks so fuckin' scary and cool.

This morning, I rode the subway and I saw an elder woman sitting and she stared at me. Then she bended herself a little and gurgled a hideous mucus out of her mouth onto the floor. I was like, "Gross, somebody finish her, please." Just another day in New York, I guess.

R-

Sunday, April 11, 2004

Sharon, Will You Be My Mommy??

I was reading the New York Blade, and it mentioned that Sharon Osbourne made a comment that she regrets not having a gay or lesbian child. I was not even surprised considering the fact that I love her show on MTV. Well, I have something to say for her -- Sharon, be my mother, please?

The truth, the truth, the truth, the truth, the truth. That is all I can say at this moment.

Thavith is here. He's cuddly as hell.

Eddie pissed me off today. He IMmed me today and told me that a hearing guy with dark brown hair was looking for me at The Cock last night. I asked, "What name?" He said he does not remember. I *absolutely*hate that!! Never leave me in suspense if you do not know his fucking name! That is so forbit!!

There is a live crucifixion at Triple XXX Event tonight which a promoter invited me to get in for free but I declined to go because I have to work the next day. Triple XXX Event is a party not to be missed but I have to decline it.

I was surfing the city of Richmond's "economic development" on the Internet out of boredom because it was cold and rainy outside. I was stunned to learn that 6th Street Marketplace with its cool archbridge across the Broad Street is demolished! Not only that, they are talking about moving the ballpark to a new location in Shockoe Bottom. Shockoe Bottom in Richmond is akin to what you see in DC's Georgetown, Philadelphia's South Street and New York's Soho. I thought it was fabulous for Richmond to rip down the old ballpark and build a new one in Shockoe Bottom facing the James River and downtown. It will look like Camden Yards in Baltimore.

To make it even better, the Main Street Station which has been abandoned by the city for many years after its deadly fire in '83 is making a comeback in Shockoe Bottom. It now has Amtrak station, and the city is contemplating about moving the Greyhound bus station (which is about 2 or 3 miles outside of downtown) in that facility. The city wants to make Main Street Station the "central hub" to all points like Union Station in DC, Penn Station in NYC et al.

About time Richmond finally gets with the program.

Ahh, again, Sharon, I wanna be your son.

R-