Marathon of a Week

It was crazy weekend in Boston, with the Marathon, Celtic and Bruin Playoffs and the Red Sox at Fenway. Went into town both days because the weather was so nice, and everywhere you went it was crowded. Between locals just wanting to get out after the long winter, and all the runners and tourist, people were everywhere. After a few hours of shopping and boy watching downtown, I decided I had enough of the mobs and retreated back to Slummerville.

Obamakin, in one of his moments of drunken clarity, said it perfectly when he told me, "You're the kinda of guy you might not take home to your mother, but you are the kinda of guy you want to bring home for one night to see what's it all about." I laughed, even though I wasn't sure what he meant about "what's it all about?"

Here's another weekly example of incompetence running amok at my job, SIC, just your average dysfunctional American company. It still amazes me with all this technology, but it still takes three different people to change a name on a client's account. And if one doesn't do their job (which is daily), it throws the whole system into a tizzy.

My and theMan’s pussy, 2pac, continues to put on the pounds. The cat eats everything - tuna, cat snacks, chips, and bacon to mention a few. We should've called his fat ass Biggie instead. Looks as if 2pac is just taking after theMan, who is also putting on some poundage. Both need to stop snacking.

Wondering the other day what would happen to the race for President if McCain chose Colin Powell as his VP.

Playing hoop the other day with my friend, Hank, he told me that he was breaking up with his BF of six years. Although I knew there had been problems but was stunned that it had gotten to this point. When I asked why, Hank, who I admit is cold sometimes, replied plainly "Because I'm bored." At first I was caught off guard by his reply and had little to say after that. But a few days later, I realize I can relate to what he was saying.

On the prowl this weekend, I ran into another buddy, ABL, while at the Machine. The slick Asian boy was on the prowl as usual, and looked good. I also ran into one of theMan's friends, who wondered where he was and made some catty remark about me cruising ABL. I ignored him even though I wanted to tell the fat fuck he was jealous no one was cruising his smelly ass. All said with love, of course.

I went to Paradise the next night which was a drag for the first hour or so, but things got interesting after that. After a few drinks and a session with KMan outside, I decided to start dancing. Then out of no where comes this Asian guy, who I recognized from the trips to Providence. For a while he danced in front of me, shaking his tight little ass and eventually shredding his shirt. We danced for the final half hour of so, and it took everything within me not to put my hands on him. Even as he stirred closer and closer to me. By the time I left I was horny as hell and wish for one moment I didn't have to go home. Then I came back to reality, put some Leona Lewis and took a cab home.