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Monday, November 24, 2003 :::
My Thanksgiving Prayer

Dear Lord,

I pray my visit at Grandmother's will be relaxing and enjoyable. Please keep me free from the family drama that seems to ensue at each gathering.

Please help my sister to be gracious to my parents. And tell my brother to only encourage mature behavior from her! I know. I know. It is a lot to ask, but I promise to do my duty as the eldest.

And maybe you can keep Uncle Tim away from Thanksgiving Dinner this year. He really annoys me. He annoys even Grandmother. You know she deserves a break. But if not, give me enough patience to be cordial. And the graces to humor at least one of his mumbled stories.

Please help my mother not to be too emotional. She places so much emphasis on trying to make things perfect, rather than just enjoying how things are. I know that is a lot to ask, but I think together we can really work on it. I promise to do my part. I will be the perfect son save my sexuality.

Thanks for all of the great things in my life. I am richly blessed in so many ways. Most of all, please bring me home to Philip safely and unharmed.


::: posted by me at 24.11.03

Better Blogging Thru Pictures

::: posted by me at 24.11.03

Friday, November 21, 2003 :::
Too. Many. Drinks.

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Thursday, November 20, 2003 :::
Smiling Faces, Beautiful Places

Yep. So many smiling faces. Some ugly and some pretty. Very beautiful places, indeed. But what about the ugly places. What about the breeding ground for Jerry Springer guests? I think it is best summed up with a song. But it escapes me now.

So, why didn't we discuss this in our daily morning call? South of the Border?! God love that place and every baby conceived in the parking lot. Trailers? God love 'em. And every person who we knew living in them.

As I mentioned in your comments, Lori lived in a trailer. The first time she came to my house she met my mother. As we walked into our home she screamed, "I feel like I should be wearun' a formul gowun." My mother gave me a look of horror. That Lori... she was straight from the woods, but I loved her. Besides, her mom got great weed. I especially loved the time she told me, "them are bad," as she spoke of my shoes.

Tamee had to get out of Hartsville. She wanted a little more out of life.

::: posted by me at 20.11.03

Wednesday, November 19, 2003 :::
Beat it!

Beat what, Michael? What do you want me to beat? Or was Weird Al right? Maybe it is EAT IT. I mean, read the lyrics. A banana sounds pretty phallic to me. I think Weird Al knew the real story all of those years ago. The foods in his lyrics are simply metaphors for young boys. Story here!!!

::: posted by me at 19.11.03

Happy Hump Day

Y'all, Tamee is happy today. She just wants to sing a song...

Oh, what a beautiful mornin'
Oh, what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rything's goin' my way

::: posted by me at 19.11.03

Tuesday, November 18, 2003 :::
I want to love you, PYT

This just in.

::: posted by me at 18.11.03

Deep Thought

I was once married. Today would be my eight-year anniversary. Were it not for a divorce, none of you peeps would know Tamee or me. And Tamee and I would not know most of you.

Here are more. FYI, this is my favorite:

If you go flying back through time and you see somebody else flying forward into the future, it's probably best to avoid eye contact.

::: posted by me at 18.11.03

Monday, November 17, 2003 :::
The Weekend Report

First, it is safe to say: a good time was had by all!!! My peeps rocked Athens, even after I called it a night.

Next, I'm proud to report my sister found a home for all six of the puppies. I expected her to procrastinate until they were all five months old. I love being pleasantly surprised.

Finally, beards attract a lot of attention. I've never had so many people talk to me. Single guys: if you need attention... GROW A BEARD! I'm going to have to shave this thing soon.

::: posted by me at 17.11.03

Friday, November 14, 2003 :::

Oh to be carefree and 19! Actually, I like being careful and 31 better. My sister and her three housemates heard the news of the problems with overpopulation at the Fulton County Animal Shelter. They went yesterday to find a litter of six puppies. They are four-weeks old. Their mother was hit by a car. They are a cocker-spaniel mix, but look exactly like spaniel pups. Most are white with black.

If anyone in Atlanta has an interest, or knows someone with an interest, please email me and let me know. I'm out of town this weekend, but I'll check e-mail on Sunday.

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Well… after a little sake, I drank scotch with KAK last night in Conyers at a Japanese Steak House. It was glam. Way glam. The bartender's name was Lou-bee. Yes, lube (but with a LONG E). As you can imagine, we had fun with the name. Of course, we only joked amongst ourselves.

We had more fun with the off-duty police officer who bought Lube Johnny Walker Blue Label @ $30 a pop. (Tamee had to have one too!) The occifer and Lube were old "friends." But we ran him off. He was afraid of three queens making a scene, I guess. Poor thing.

Luckily, his departure created a learning environment. The most interesting tidbit we learned was Lube lived in the back of the Japanese Steak House. Hmmmmm. I guess a you can hop on the Habachi Grill after dinner for a 'massage'. I think I saw something written on the specials board, but I’m not sure.

And the H-O-T Latin who cooked for us was another lovely piece of local color for Conyers. I thought the Smiling-Mighty-Jesus-Queen was going to jump across the grill and grab those arms. Seriously.

I swear... it happens every time I'm with Karen. Random. Whacked. Entertaining. Fun! I need her around more. Oh, where were YOU?

::: posted by me at 14.11.03

Thursday, November 13, 2003 :::

I love November.
I love cooler weather.
I love losing eight pounds.
I love growing a beard.
I love being so productive.
I love when Karen is in town.
I love Thursday.
I love Friday more.
I love Saturday even more.
I love Georgia Football games.
I love everyone who is joining us for the Georgia v. Auburn game this weekend.
I love the Holidays.
I love my beau.

Ooops. I'll shut up now.

::: posted by me at 13.11.03

Wednesday, November 12, 2003 :::
I See Interesting People

...in Atlanta, nonetheless. Last week I saw the cutest girl driving a Honda Civic hatchback. A sign was taped in her rear window, it read: Please be patient! I am learning to drive manual/stick shift. Thanks for your patience. I remember thinking to myself: Now there is a considerate person, who puts others first. I could learn so much from her simple act.

Today waiting in a reception area, I sat beside a GothGal. She donned her black this and her black that. In her hands she held a thick paperback novel. I'm always interested in what people are reading. Yes, yes... nosey. So, I glanced at the page and realized the text was in French. I felt so inept. Why can't I read a novel in another language? I felt an overwhelming desire to learn and expand.

I have an uncanny desire to learn right now. The Da Vinci Code is fiction, but is currently satiating my need for knowledge and entertainment. What next? What can I tackle next? I want more!!!

::: posted by me at 12.11.03

Tuesday, November 11, 2003 :::

So, has anyone actually seen the 'sex video' of the girl who is named for a city in France/a Hotel chain? I don't want to type her actual name. I'm afraid Google would make me the destination of that search...

Back to my question. Has anyone seen it?


::: posted by me at 11.11.03

Monday, November 10, 2003 :::
Four Days and Counting

Yes. We're back in the A-T-L. Or as I like to call it, the H-E Double L. But only for four days this time. And then. And then we're off to Athens for the Georgia/Auburn game.

Are you ready, Teena?

::: posted by me at 10.11.03

Friday, November 07, 2003 :::
On The Road Again

And we're off (on the seventh day of November-seven, my favorite number)!!! It is time for our Annual Lesbian Mountain Weekend. Next year I want to expand to two cabins. And make it a four-day weekend. And make it similar to the University of South Carolina's Kappa Sigma Mountain Weekend. But that is next year. And this is today. And we are almost ready to go. The groceries are packed. The booze is purchased. Our clothes are packed. The CDs are gathered. Gifts for the dykes include invisible playing cards and a CD.

Now, I need to bath the dogs. I need to get my hair did. And most of all, I need to get out of this freaking town. We'll be back Monday around lunch. Love, Love, Love!!!

::: posted by me at 7.11.03

Thursday, November 06, 2003 :::

All is well. I am busy and don't have much to share. So, go laugh.

::: posted by me at 6.11.03

Tuesday, November 04, 2003 :::
Here we are AGAIN

I know I keep threatening to join these ranks. Sometimes I feel my blog has become an obligation. Moreover, I feel it has become an obligation that keeps me from exploring other creative sides of myself.

In an effort to no longer neglect creativity, I began the 12-week program outlined in The Artist's Way this week. The morning pages really seem to get me flowing. I love the fact the pages are not read by anyone. I love the freedom to say anything unjudged. Mispelled. Grammatically incorrect. It is three pages of unadulturated words and emotions.

For now, I'm not abandoning my blog. I've been doing this for nearly three years. I just cannot promise for how long. There are other parts of me that are begging to grow. Simultaneously, there is something that pulls me back here. What is it? Is it the fact that somebody, somewhere is actually reading the crap I write? That must be part of it. It has to be.

If I appear to get even more slack in my efforts around here, you'll know why!

::: posted by me at 4.11.03

Monday, November 03, 2003 :::

I do not get it. It is Monday and I am fine; maybe last week's babble about Monday helped a little. Maybe I was OK when I woke and realized my dream was only a dream. I was sixteen. I was away at camp. It was a church camp. In order to go home, everyone had to perform in front of the entire camp. The performances were assigned.

I was assigned to be a clown/comedian. I had to dress up as a clown. That was freaky. I hate clowns. Actually, I do not think hate is a strong enough word. I sat dressed in a polka-dot clown suit and wrote my script. The subject of my act was sex. It was twisted, too.

I woke up at 4.45 and realized it was only a dream. Thank you, God! I don't think I'd ever dress up as a clown. Even if it meant I had to stay at church camp forever.

Happy Monday!

::: posted by me at 3.11.03



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