Another Week in Paradise...

Same old drama playing out like repeats on television. The Man is mad, work is stressing me out and there seems to be no relief in sight.



* The Man found something to have a problem over this week and went into his normal tizzy. In the old days, I would've gotten all wrapped up in his drama but these days I just find it aggravating and a waste of my time. These days I find myself wondering if this is ALL there is? There's gotta be more to life than just the same old script each day.



* Sybil is back at work and picking up right where she left off - pissing people off. It's funny how some people believe a job title protects them from getting their ass whooped. When I watch her treat others nasty, I just hope she comes at me with an attitude like that. I'll light that fat ass, pj-wearing bitch up so bad, someone might need to call security.



* My friend, Obamakin, wanted me to clarify that he was not "that upset" about my comments and then proceeded to say he knows I'm a closet Obama supporter because "we're both part of the same club". Since I'm not a US Senator and in the Senate club, I realized he was referring to our mixed race heritage. Now you know why I keep telling myself I need to get new friends.



* Speaking of politics, my old boss, MrCashMoney, who I still do occassionally work for, told me his new client is local union guy who is planning to run for his town open selectman seat. He was planning a fundraiser for the guy, when he noticed a name on the guest list. He showed it to me and I felt one of those "pits in my stomach" moments. It was the last girl I had a real relationship, BlueEyez, who I had thought was now on the West Coast. CashMoney smiled and asked me if I wanted to work the project? Asshole!



* Mama 2tone called to let me know older brother, Guy-Y, was done with his most recent girlfriend - because her husband cut off her credit cards and stopped paying her rent. I told her I appreciated the update but told her to call me when my bro pays up his child support and gets sober. Family!



* Went out with some work friends to a straight club downtown and talked with one of my friends, MrMalboro, about how similiar gay and straight clubs are now. Both serve bad drinks, charge too much money and play the same music. Afterwards, instead of heading home, I had a night cap at P where I ended up talking with this guy for awhile. All was cool, as he seemed able to hold a conversation, until it abruptly turned to "so lets go fuck". I thanked him for the drink and made a quick exit. Walking home, I put on my Sony and listened to Mary. She's been through the storm, too!

The Week that Was!

* Spent alot of my week dealing with the "Man" who continues to make life a stress after his return from Florida. Sometimes I wonder if there has to be something better than this. When so many of my friends are seeking men, why is it I am running away from them?

* "Mamma 2tone" made her appearance in the city this week, took me and the "Man" out for lunch and ended the day by buying me my new CK jacket and "the Man" yet another pair of jeans. Left me wondering 2 things - how many fuckin jeans do you need? And who will be upset more if things go south with "the Man", us or my Mamma?

* Nervously, met with a ghost from the past, I'll call him "Flippa", who was in town on business and had dinner. The mere sight of him got me going, and after a few drinks, he was up to his old tricks. Lucky me, these days I am preoccupied with someone else and managed to escape with just some making out in the back of a cab. On the way home, I found it ironic that I just walked away from a guy I once would've stabbed my best friend for.

* Got into an testy exchange with my friend, lets call him "Obamakin", who as you may guess is an Obama disciple. He asked me about his speech on race and I made a comment about his "throwing his grandmamma under the bus" which didn't go over well. I guess no sense of humor. But seriously, although it was a nice speech (like most of his) it touched on little new ground and did little to silence his critics. (note - I am already happy with the election because any three of the candidates is a hella lot better than what we have in there now).

* I also pissed off one of my boss' at work, MrSlick, when my report critized one of his boys and his department for the losses as a result of the mortgage meltdown. Like they needed to me to tell them that the staggering housing market would be a cost us pretty.

* And through it the whole week of drama, I find myself still distracted and thinking of Pretty Eyez. I wonder how it can be to think of someone you hardly know, probably have little in common with and only had one encounter with. All I do know is that I decided to stay away from him. Really.

Just Another Week

* Spent most of the past week in a fog after a hot, chance encounter with Mr. "Pretty Eyez" who I can't seem to get out of my mind.

* The "Man" returned from Florida this week, and picked up where he left off - driving me crazy.

* "Mamma 2Tone" is taking train into town tomorrow to take me to lunch, which usually means two hours of hearing about my dysfunctional family and the usual remarks about her favorite - Tiger Woods. My mother watching golf because of her thing for light skin men - give me a break.

* My manager, who we call "Sybil", is gone for two weeks which is like being on vacation myself.

* Went clubbing this weekend, minus the "Man", and had a good time despite the obnoxious lushes, wandering hands, bad music and weak drinks.

* Spent more money shopping this week, where I saw and talked with "Pretty Eyez" - talk about tempting fate.