tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58351072011-04-21T17:24:43.451-04:00orbicon perpendaplexnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5835107.post-1133363578443061882005-11-30T10:05:00.000-05:002005-12-07T21:54:03.616-05:00

HiatusTruth is, after more than 3 years of blogging, I just don't feel like it anymore. I don't even have the time to keep up with all the blogs I used to, save for a handful. To my friends in blogdom, I wish you luck. To the one guy who's feelings I hurt, eh. I bet he has a smekel.For now, enjoy your holiday season. Cherish your friends and family and embrace the new year. We are all getting

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Be warned.Today I received this email from a friend:This morning when the Lord opened a window to Heaven, He saw me, and He asked! : "My child, what is your greatest wish for today?" I responded: "Lord please, take care of the person who is reading this message, their family and their special friends. They deserve it and I love them very much "The love of God is like the ocean, you can see its

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Moderate AcceptanceWhile it’s nice to know that Maine upheld its antidiscrimination law protecting gay and lesbian men and women in a ballot initiative, remember that everyone from Texas is inherently evil and they still hate us.Let’s see how many people are offended by that.Why didn't my last post anger unhealthily thin flailing people? I'll never know.

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Today’s Question.Why are all the security guards here of inappropriate height/weight proportions?Most of the security guards here are big ole fatties. Nothing against fat people, I envy the fact that they eat anything they want, live a sedentary lifestyle and sleep a lot, but don’t feel guilty. Seriously though, if you are 5’6” and 300lbs or 6’1” 350 lbs, sure you are a menacing use of valuable

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Non-Sequitous Segue?It’s amazing how much my mother loves to talk about Jesus. Sometimes the simplest comment to her produces a vague inspiration to just burst forth with religious ramblings. No, she isn’t schizophrenic... although, I do have an Uncle Dick who thinks he’s Jesus.Example:Orbicon: Hi mom. How are you?Momicon: Good! What are you doing?Orbicon: Eating broccoli for lunch.Momicon: Isn’t

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Hello World.Last night I got drunk on wine left behind from the Halloween party and ate half a bag of Cheetos. Now I feel yucky with a cheese puff-red wine hangover.You see…instead of denying the boring side of my life, I’ve decided to embrace it. Embrace it and share it with you. It’s almost like embracing you directly. So…I guess what I’m trying to say is …’You wanna make out?’.It’s been a

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Dear Sir or Madam:I hereby apologize for neglecting you. I have had fodder to inspire writing, but, alas have not.I have a boyfriend and a job that is keeping me busy. I'm sorry I did not blog about my trip to San Francisco. Or the black-out drunken wedding I attended. But, usually my days consist of items like this: Today I bought a day old rotisserie chicken from the grocery and ate half of it

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Are You Being Watched?I am always going to and fro in the elevators here at work. Maybe 20-30 times a day. I mean, c'mon, I'm a gal on the go. When there is no one in the elevators, I do stupid stuff, like pretend I'm in Riverdance or jump around like a baboon or pretend I have a hump on my back. The insanity of it keeps me sane.Today, Doreen, A security guard, caught up with me in the hall while

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FYIMondays suck.I am wearing ketchup from breakfast and balsamic vinaigrette from lunch.I have had 3 hours of sleep.I am a wreck and I have volleyball finals tonight.

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Just So I Don’t Bore You……I haven’t been posting. Nothing is happening of interest. I don’t think I’m going to post about the boyfriend. My theory was, I’d rather leave you in suspense, making you think that something interesting was going on rather than you finding out the truth. From the many emails I received, some that were threatening… I’ve decided to continue to post. I will even post

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ProvincetownI had a wonderful weekend in P-Town. My intention was to go camping with about 5 other people that were visiting from out of town and ‘M’. Then out of the blue I got a call from a friend that heard I was going up and asked me if I wanted to stay in his condo because he was going to be out of town. How could I say no?Lots of beach, boys, dancing, drinking, eating and shopping. That

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Fatty, Fatty Fat-Fat!I just ate a donut. I don’t ever eat donuts. I am writing this post completely because of my associated guilt. I totally need to go Mary-Kate/Ashley this shit up.At risk of sounding cliché, Fridays are the best day of the workweek. I get to wear couture jeans and designer sneakers instead of a shirt and tie et al. Driving to work today, I was just in pure giddiness with three

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TimeI don’t have much of it. What, with being whisked away by the new boy, ‘M’ and my job that becomes increasingly more consuming and challenging. Where do I find the time to blog?Honestly. If you haven’t noticed, I haven’t found it.Thanks to maternally instilled guilt, I have forced myself to post today. Thanks mom.Updates:1. I joined a card playing klatch of ‘ladies’. We will play cards

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Three Martinis on a MondayMaybe it was four or even five, but god, I am hung the fuck over this morning. Who even drinks on a Monday? It started out as a shopping trip and I brought ‘M’ along. After I spent way too much money, we went out to eat. I wasn’t hungry so I went out to drink. The alarm buzzed for 30 minutes this morning before I even heard it. My roommate woke me up by calling my cell

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ScatteredI didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, so my thoughts are not expressible in a smooth or succinct form today. I am scattered. So here are a couple non-sequitious thoughts.There are a lot of lesbians in my company. They all seem to know each other while they are holding up the line at Starbucks in the lobby. They talked about softball today. For some reason, I have great lesbian gaydar.

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As you may have noticed....I did a little cleaning up here. I was prompted by my previous commenting system failure and the complete lack of civil support from their programmers. So, I ditched all my old comments and have turned on Blogger comments.I also decided it was time for a change. Blue.My new job is incredibly hectic and I'm not finding a lot of time to post but, I will manage somehow.I

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Homophobia v1.1It’s always disappointing when you start working at a new job and you finally encounter your first instance of homophobia. Today was that day with me.I am not out at work. My personal life is mine. I would not hide the fact in instances that would be appropriate similar to:Q. Is your wife coming to the company picnic?A. No. I’m bringing my boyfriend and we’re going to wear matching

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Use Only As DirectedI received something rather frightening at work today. Since we are located very near a nuclear power facility, the Pfarmaceutical company I work for supplies employees with Sodium Iodine tablets….just in case there is a reactor breach.It comes with a disclaimer for stupid people that I love: ‘This pill does not protect you from the dangers of radiation exposure, you should

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CBT ConfusionCremora: Hi, I have a question for you.Orbicon: Can I call you later? I’m in the middle of a CBT.Cremora: huh?Cremora: Cock and Ball Torture!!!?Orbicon: What the fuck are you talking about?Cremora: CBT.Orbicon: Computer Based Training, you pig.-------Check out Sharad Haksar. He has some humorous and amazing photos with ironic…even sad product placement with advertising from companies

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Idiots.I have a long morning commute through the middle of nowhere every morning. Normally I would listen to NPR and be fine with it. But sometimes I need some loud raucous backbeats to keep me awake while driving, like this morning. It seems that in the middle of nowhere there is only one fucking station that is not selling me Jesus or playing country music. Dear lord I hate country music and

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A Little Advice.Never, for any reason should you attemt to trim your nose hairs while you are drunk. I'm just sayin'.I didn't sleep well last night. Because I was giddy with excitement. Why? Because I finally asked this guy out that I play volleyball with... *and* he said 'yes'. I am such a silly school girl right now. He is so fine he made me want to trim my nose hairs drunk.

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Ok. So That Does It!Being called a Liar isn't very friendly, But, I guess I deserved it. I'm back.I've been very busy of late and too disheveled and unorganized to create a cohesive bloggable thought. But, now that I've alienated all of my readers; an update.I had my friend Alex visiting for San Diego for a month and a half and I trollopped around with him. He was my weekend drinking companion.

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FYII'm alive. Will blog about being alive again soon. Besos.

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Dryer Sheets and EquilibriumI have really been enjoying my time off of work. I'm going on two weeks with waking up whenever the fuck I want and drinking whenever the fuck I want. Actually, my boring days have pretty much consisted of going to the gym, the dog park (aka doggie gym) and playing volleyball. RI Pride was this last weekend and so I have many fewer brain cells than I had coming into

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A Week OffI'm taking a week off (or more) from work. Taking time to catch up with friends, wash 3 weeks of laundry and practice my volleyball serve. I successfully had 8 hours of contiguous sleep for the first time in months last night.Posting will be scarce during my time off.On a side note, Katie Holmes is converting to Scientology. Stop here and help protest her conversion. Absolutely no

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Book: Free To Good HomeAfter several people recommending this book to me; Bill Bryson, A Short History of Nearly Everything, I finally got around to starting it.I have ADD. I need to be amused and entertained constantly. Perhaps this is why I don’t have a boyfriend and a real job. Oh god, I’m a vagabond!See how easily I digressed?I brought the book to my lunch break with me. At 12:45pm. I began

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2 Cases of Pabst Blue Ribbon, in the can: $27.983 Dozen deviled eggs, 50 pigs in a blanket: $12.501 Box of wine, ‘Blush’ flavored: $ 14.00Sunday morning hangover with that Cheez Whiz taste in your mouth: Priceless.The Party was fun. There is something very rural-america about being drunk on cheap beer at 3 o’clock in the afternoon that makes me all soft and happy inside. Oddly enough, I have

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I'm Still HereThat all points bulletin that you called into the local law enforcement for me? Call it off. I'm ok. After spending last weekend away in DC, I've been caught up in the mundane.Planning the themed party for 50 guests this weekend. Oh shit. That's tommorrow.I got a great Truck Driver hat yesterday at a thrift store that says Don't Mess With Texas. It was meant to be a joke, but I

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Hey, You Wanna Party?I’m having a party this weekend. I wanted to call it The Trailer Trash Fag Bash! …but it was deemed too racy and there would be a few breeders there anyways.I sent out invites via email. I invited my neighbor. He knows where I live, obviously. The silly whore asked for directions anyways. I politely replied.RE: DirectionsHow clumsy of me! I should have posted directions on

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Weekend PlansI'm away for the weekend. I will be in DC mostly but taking a day trip out to Maryland's eastern shore to hang out with the bluebloods.If you are in the DC area and you wanna buy a blogger a drink...or a new Fendi purse, send me an email.

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Third World Voting FunI’m a huge fan of Egypt and Egyptians, Especially Egyptian men. In my travels to the Middle East, they always seemed a little more astute then their neighbors and enjoy a slightly more liberal government. I say slightly because, homosexuality is a punishable offense that leads to a prison scene much like that in Midnight Express.Egyptians as a culture are ridiculously

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Open Letters v2.0An open letter to the asshole that hit my car Saturday night:Dear Pig Fucker-Thank you for backing up into my car while it was parked outside the Dark Lady and then driving away. You see, I don’t really hold any value to personal possessions and you have clearly enforced that valuable life lesson. I know I should be angry because I just bought the car, blew up the engine, and

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Instant Message #36In lieu of an actual post today, I present, you, the jury, with the following conversation between JT65B4B and Myself, from this morning.JT65B4B says:how are you sir?Orbicon says:Im good, busy fucking morning though. The damn phone has been ringing off the hook.JT65B4B says:damn phonesJT65B4B says:make it hard to blogOrbicon says:…and makes it hard to write seductive emails

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Adam, Prince of EterniaI just found this precious little journal thanks to Trent.It reminds me of another hysterical farce. Which apparently has a new updated blog which I am going to spend the day reading.Thanks for all the well wishes and advise about my 'allergies'. It turns out that I may be more allergic to coworkers children (bursting with bacteria) and republicans (incurably viral) than

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What Am I Allergic To?Yesterday was just a roundup of bad news. Toby went to the vet last week for his yearly checkup last week. The vet called back and informed us he had Lyme disease. After we huddled together for support and cried a little, we went to the dog park to collect more deer ticks.My allergies have been smacking me around the past couple weeks. My eyes are so puffy I look like I just

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I Have New Sunglasses!While this may not be as exciting and thrilltastic to you as it is to me, It should be noted that I look like Erik Estrada with my fake little RayBan lookin' things.Update! My dear friend and shopping companion Jorge has just reminded me that I purchased said sunglasses in the women's section of American Eagle and, in fact, look a little more like Lindsay Lohan. I am now

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I like gmail. Truly I do. I am having a little confusion on how they choose thier advertising though.The screenshot exhibit is of a conversation thread I started trying to get a bunch of homos to play volleyball this weekend.This is not a tranny league, but I get advertisements for lingerie and crossdresser communities. I think gmails gaydar is a bit off. Go figure.If you click it it will grow.

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Meme TagAfter being coerced with a spanking by Angreeblkcub, I decided it would be ok to let me true feeling show. The concept of this meme is to write about 5 things your friends or other people like, but you just don't fucking get. Here are my top 5, but trust me, there are more....like eating and breathing. Read on:1. Alcohol- Who needs it? People who drink are slutty and obviously have no

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After the gym, I decided I needed to do a little shopping. So I wandered into Sotheby's for a browse and ended up walking out with a couple paintings. I was tired, so perhaps I overbid a little. Clearly, the Picasso will have to go in the guest room so it doesn't clash with my two new ladies. Update: Some people can be so jealous.

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Toby's DaddyNow that the weather is a little warmer, I try to take my insane dog to the dog park almost every day. It's like the gym for dogs, ya know. We play frisbee. We play catch. He runs all over the place and does crazy Jack Russell stuff. There are regular faces there but we don't know each others names. We know each other by their dogs names.Yesterday I was addressed as "Toby's daddy" by

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My Funny ValentineI hate it when people tell me their dreams. Let’s face it, I do have a really short attention span. Often I simply wander away while people are in mid sentence. I’m not trying to be rude…I just get bored and see something shiny over there. Usually I don’t realize that I turned and pranced out of the room…even after I’ve done it.An ex of mine, who is still a dear friend, used to

orbicon perpendaplexnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5835107.post-1115639745525658112005-05-09T07:48:00.000-04:002005-05-09T07:55:45.603-04:00

UnbalancedI think that my left leg is about 4 inches longer than my right. I almost tripped and fell twice this morning and it couldn't be my shoes, so, naturally I must have this previously undiagnosed abnormality.Speaking of shoes. I may have over done it with a huge gay flourish getting dressed for work today. Any body with a gay fashion sense will have their gaydar blaring like a police siren

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2 New Links-Ed over at Pound Notes, a brilliant writer that just so happens to be Cuban. Did you know I had a thing for Cubans? Have you met me? Ed keeps reincarnating himself....so hard to keep up.-Juan from Boozhy, full of rationally insane rants from politics to drinking to religion…and he’s cute as a button. A hairy….button. I bet I could ______ Juan under the table. You fill in the blank.If

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GB:NYC v2.0I’ve known about this for months, well at least weeks and I should have planned better. The Friday night thing at Barrage would be a fucking hoot and I’d get to meet a lot of other bloggers from Tribe. I’m sure I’d even meet one or two that make me nervous and tingly in my ‘danger zone’.I’m trying to make some money here at work, so I’ve been coming in early and working late. By the

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Hi. Remember Me?I had a fantastic interview for a big software company on Friday. It went so well and I was so perfect and charismatic, I don’t understand why they didn’t just hire me on the spot. I would have. The fuckers had some silly business protocol to uphold. Bah!The job, when they give it to me, involves meeting a lot of people in lots of locations. 50-70% travel. I’m going to have to

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Unexpected Sunday Schedule09:15am Awake10:00am 3 cups of coffee and a protein shake later, go to the gym.12:00pm Meet the guys for coffee02:00pm Late lunch/early dinner at M’s house.05:00pm 2 beers, 2 Belvedere martinis later, go out for cocktails.07:00pm Countless drinks later, stumble into leather bar.08:00pm Remember not wearing leather, remove human nipple clamps. Leave.09:00pm Go home. Walk

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Bitchin' About The CarThis is a complete vent about my current car woes. If you bore easily, click the back button on your browser or click here.A couple months ago I bought a used car from a friend. I didn't want a car payment, but wanted a nice car that I could rely on. It was a good purchase and a great car.Over 2 weeks ago I blew the fucker up. Driving home from work (45 minute fucking

orbicon perpendaplexnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5835107.post-1114000652914178632005-04-20T08:30:00.000-04:002005-04-20T08:37:32.913-04:00

I Love Dan Savage!Well, his column. I don't know him, but this is why: Corpse Fetishes and the Pope.I haven't posted in a few days because the weather has been beautiful. When I was a spastic, hyperactive ADD cursed child, it would be days like this past weekend that my mom would make me go outside and run around the house for a while.Instead, I spent the weekend at the dog park with Toby playing

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An Open Letter to Mr CentDear Fifty-First of all let me preface this note by telling you, I mean no disrespect. I'm just confused and concerned.Frankly, you scare me. After being shot and surviving numerous times, you are clearly undead or unkillable and might even own your own gun. Which if you do, please don't come after me to pop an cap in my bum. Thanks.My concern lies in this area. Your

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What Would Jesus Do....?After three Grey Goose Martinis and a booty call from a well endowed ex? Well, I think he'd get drunk and have screaming rough sex at 3am that wakes the upstairs neighbors. Besides, if his new car blew on the way home from his long commute of performing miracles all day and he had to ride in a tow truck with a guy that sang to the radio when the song "The Devil Went Down

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For Ritchie. Sorry I Lost Your DVD. #flickrWords .flickrImg { float: left; } Thanks for the link Wayne. God Bless Flickr. And this guy.

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Christina get over here!Working woes. This will be boring. Turn back now. You've been warned.I am in the midst of a four month contract with a huge multinational manufacturing company doing computer stuff. I wake up at 5am every morning. I get home at 5pm every afternoon. I am making a lot of money, but between school, dog, life, gym it's getting a little rough.I have found myself rushing and

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LunchI bought my lunch from a Buddhist hotdog vendor. He made me one with everything.Yes. You noticed. In lieu of an actual blog post, I instead give you one liners

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Update:Today I sat around all morning and afternoon in a horribly 'decorated' lilac and mauve room. The only thing to look at was a menacing display case of glued together figurines made from sea shells. Que Horrible!I went to lunch with a couple lawyer friends and queried them for subtle ways to be unselected for a jury should the big haired lotto control clerk, Clara, choose my number.1. Have a

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Jury Duty Day TwoI have this overwhelming sense of doom. The sense that I will chosen by lottery to sit on some dreadful civil case about tax evasion or insider trading. Something that would make me nod off in front of the whole courtroom and I would be reprimanded by judge and heckled by courtroom attendees. Prosecutor: Juror number 84, is there any reason that you know of that you won't be able

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Update:I was selected in the first pool for a juried criminal rape case that the judge said would last 4-5 days. My number in the twirly bingo machine didn't come up to sit in the jury box. My palms were sweating. They gave us an hour and a half for lunch then we waited in the Jury Room for a couple hours just waiting for something else to happen, nothing did. I escaped my civic duty for one day.

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Jury Duty Day One1st rule about Jury Duty: Don't talk about Jury Duty.Ech. Whatever. Today I have the pleasure of sitting in a series of rooms and asked thousands of questions, personal and inpersonal to deduce whether or not I would be the shining star of a juror both sides of an unknown case may want.My goal is to dress, look and act crazy, irrational. At the shortest possible alottment I will

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Good DevelopmentsIn the past week two good things have happened:1. The room mate from hell finally moved out. Even though he made out with 8 of my 10 wine glasses and my remote control to my dvd/vcr combo. (It sucks not being able to fast forward, rewind or zoom when watching porn.)2. I have taken a temp job that is oddly paying me an obscene amount of money, even though I have to drive 45

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My New Favorite ThingThanks to my Tivo's random choices in recording, I am having a blast getting drunk and watching A&E's Intervention. Ahhhh. Ironically good times.

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Simple Common SenseI'm drinking a cup of coffee from a pot that I made 2 days ago. It's horrible but I was too lazy and hung over to make a fresh one.Don't go see The Ring 2. Even if a gaggle of queens convinces you to with them. It's not funny, scary or mildly entertaining whatsoever but it still sucks $10 out of your pocket.Don't wait around the phone like a 15 year old girl waiting for your

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Thursday's Humble Events1. Bought new car.2. Went to brunch with Michael.3. 'A' called. Met him at the gym.4. Took 'A' to lunch. Seduction continues.5. Realized it was St. Patty's day. Fortunately I was wearing green shoes and shirt by chance.6. Worked for an hour. Emailed clients.7. Cactus commits suicide.8. Dismembered pieces become baby cacti.

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Comprehensive Virus Protection? Whatevah.I met A at karaoke night last night at this little stupid dive of a club that the local fags love. I was not being subtle anymore with my comments. "Lets go fuck." and such. Nothing. Maybe me being the aggressor has turned him off. I don't play that super slow game. So we will be friends and I will give him a 90 day coupon to redeem my ass. Then the offer

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Wanna Fuck My Boyfriend?I went out last night and it turned into one of those nights. The crazy bitches were out in full force. After volleyball and hinting to A that I wanted to father all of his children I went to a St Patty's day party with a bunch of lesbians. Irish lesbians can fucking drink. They also force pretty white boys to do shots with them. So after a few shots I called A up on the

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Give Me A Drink! Boston.com / News / Odds & ends / Colo. man charged with rampage on flight I mean, c'mon. Do you blame him? You can't just take our booze away like that and not expect a tantrum. Thats why I get partially tanked before I get on the flight. You never know when they wont be serving.

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How Did I Become So Boring?I'm feeling really dull lately. Friends ask "Whats new?" and "How was your week?" and I have nothing to add to it. I can't even lie and make something up. It's so sad. Even this post is boring.In other news, I'm trying to stalk seduce the same guy "A" that I mentioned in a previous post. I've realized that I don't really pick up on subtle hints. Do you like me? Do you

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5 Things My Friends Definately Know About Me1. I like to drink.2. I am a size queen.3. I will take care of them.4. I'm a recovering punk rocker.5. I don't date (or sleep with) white guys.

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5 Things You May Or May Not Know About Me1. I have OCD. I'm a counter and no one knows because I count to myself.2. Orange soda gives me diarrhea.3. I have a younger brother that hasn't talked to me in years because I am gay.4. I'm still in love with my first boyfriend. He thinks he's straight now.5. I used to be legally blind. Then I had surgery.

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On A lighter NoteIt seems that someone has finally cut the popes throat.And my dog hates Naomi Campbell.

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My Beef With Atlanta Club BoysWhy are y'all always on drugs? It's insane. Why can't you just go out, feel the music and dance. O.K. I imbibe in the cocktail or several, but I don't think I'm out of line to criticize the crystal explosion you got going there. If you are high, don't hit on me. Don't dance with me. You have no self control and are probably so high you won't be able to top or have a

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US AirwaysToday I am not taking my private jet on my little jaunt to Georgia, which I also call Chocha with a certain affection. It's usually hot and sticky and barren. Like my mothers womb. So you see the correlation. Enough about my moms pussy. This is about me.I am mid flight and I was sitting here faintly wondering why flying is always such a surreal experience for me. While I was daydreaming

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Lots of little things.A lot of things have happened recently that I should blog about. I just can't seem to get all out in one cohesive thought. So... the following is a scattered group of events and happenings. If you want elaboration on any one topic just holler at me and I will post.1. My room mate is the gay male equivalent to Sybil. There once was a little girl with a little curl in the

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In AbsentiaHaven't posted lately as I've been dealing with the room mate from hell. Oh god, please let me wash the blood off of my hands after this one.

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When Do You Intervene? I usually do a little cardio after a workout at the gym. Yesterday I jumped on a treadmill, got going, looked up and realized the woman on the treadmill in front of me was having a seizure! I don't really like to interfere. I like to keep to myself. So I just watched. Amazed. It was then I realized that she was not seizing but the woman; elderly, four foot tall in shoes

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MYOB Muthafuckah!I have the nosiest UPS man in the Eastern Seaboard. He's also a little bitter. I frequently receive packages at home and so I see this guy a couple times a week. Actually it sounds like he's the closest thing I have to a boyfriend right now, but, I digress. Monday, I received a Tivo that I ordered with much help from Joz, because I was too lazy to do the research myself and I

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Food and Friends.Yesterday was my birthday. I was just going to ignore it for the most part, so I started the day out doing my women's chores. Laundry, cleaning the house. Then my friend Joey came over because he was bored from being stuck home during the snow storm and following states of stupid emergency. I sat on the couch cutting coupons (that I will never use...they always expire or I lose

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Already? Ugh.Happy Birthday to me.Happy Birthday tooo meee.Happy Brithday to Orby.Happy Birthday tooooooo :::pause, gasp for air::: meeeeeeeeee!

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Blizzard Originally uploaded by orbicon. They are saying that this is the one of the worst snow storms in New England history. 3rd, in fact. This is what it looked like when Toby and I went for our morning walk....and it's still snowing.

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Lots O' InchesSo it looks like I'm going to be trapped in the house for the rest of the weekend. We're getting hit with a huge snowstorm. Some ungodly amount of snow is supposed to fall in the range of 12-36 inches. I feel like I'm in freakin Saskatchewan right now with the snow thats already here. The horrible thing is, I will be stuck, homebound with my ever so annoying room mate. He is in his

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Completely on a Whim. I got home from the gym this afternoon and was about to jump into the shower when I noticed something intriguing in the cabinet hidden under the sink. A bottle of Nair for Men. I opened the cap. God that stinks. It must be the room mates. He's always shaving some part of his body or another. In fact he always says that if I shave my chest, belly hair my muscles would be

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It's Over! Finally I don't have to succumb to the pressure to post about Jesus or Sex or making out with boys that don't call me back....because BOB is over! Thanks to all of your voting, I came in a respectable 3rd. It's like getting a big warm internet hug. I was introduced to some great writers that I was previously unaware. I hope y'all had a good experience too. The results are: Hot

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WWJ(CSS)D?I dragged my anti religious ass to go see Jesus Christ Super Star last night at P.P.A.C. and I have to say I really liked it. But, first I must clarify. I am not one of those show tune fags. Show tunes are fine and all for some folk, but usually they just irritate the fuck out of me. I've been trapped into watching the television adaptation of JCSS a couple times and at the time

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2 Unrelated ThoughtsThought 1:I was feeling really uncertain about my gay gene recently. With the making out with straight boys and my gaydar being a little off, one should wonder. Am I right? Then I saw this: PROJECT RUNWAY, and my worries were brushed aside. I fucking love this show! I am such a homo! Thank you for the reaffirmation, Bravo. Oh and I also watched Bravo's debut of Blah Blah for

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Sex With a BloggerI have had a crush on a certain east coast blogger for a while. A small, harmless crush, I thought. My subconscious didn't think it was quite so small. I woke up this morning completely out of breath and worked up after having one of the most vivid sex dreams I have ever had. I love my dream state brain for surprising me with this glorious pornographic event. I have never met

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You're Not What?!Last night was Sunday, but since I no longer work a 9-5, I went out to the club. I actually really enjoy Sunday nights.I fell in love. A lot of the time I linger on the edge of the dance floor just to watch. I like to dance too, but I like to cruise the floor first. that's when I saw him. He had style. He had grace. He was dancing with some guy. When the guy left and began

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A Doctor's Wife.I'm trying to look past the obvious flaws in my date last night so that I can, indeed live the simple life of a doctor's wife. I could chair the local garden club and have cocktails on the veranda with all the other wives. I could hire a housekeeper, a cook and a pool boy. In between rhinoplasties on high profile clients he would whisk me away to Milan to shop for expensive

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Cross Your Fingers For MeI have a date tonight. In fact, it's the only reason I got out of bed this afternoon. Yes, this afternoon.Ok...ya need some more info. Yesterday was a shitty, shitty day. Several horrible things happened to me. So I went to the gym and ran for an hour and when I still had bad energy from the evil events that beseeched me, I went shopping. I was still pissy and angry even

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Poor Toby Originally uploaded by orbicon. I'm reaching out to all my 5 heartfelt readers (and the other 20 or so that stumbled here looking for gay porn)to help my poor dog Toby. I hadn't noticed this until recently, but it seems I has some sort of obscure retinal disease. Of course, I am not a doctor, but after taking a few pictures, it was clear to me that there was something horribly wrong

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My Achilles ToesI went to bed early last night and woke up late. Fully refreshed in knowing I didn't have to work today. I broke my coffee pot last week and haven't bought a new one so I have been making the daily drive (even before I brush my teeth) to the coffee shop up the street. Everything was working out smoothly. I put clothes on. I fed the dog....then in a matter of minutes both of my

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I wanted to scream your name.Last weekend, I was out in a little gay club here that I don't often go to and I met this guy, Victor. I thought he was latino, but turns out his roots are in southeast asia. Whatever. I like brown boys, period. He called me, made plans to go out so we could see each other in the day light. We went out. Average date. I was fabulous, of course. But I made one mistake.

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By some weird glitch, I am a Best Of Blog finalist in the LGBT category. Here is a link: http://www.blogmechanics.com/bob/Go and vote for me or someone else. Or at least check out some of the other blogs and expand your reading repertoire.

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Happy New Year BrunchOf course I say brunch and you assume it's a gay thing. It wasn't. Trust me.It's an annual event that scurries up the old money rebublican crowd. I only go because it is an event thrown by friends of my family. Today I realized how poor I was, how gay I was, how liberal I was, how uneducated I was and how young I was. I was the only Bush hating democrat there. I'm surprised

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Sex on NYE.Ok. I'm gonna share something with you. I lost my virginity at a New Years Eve party. I was 15. A month before my 16th birthday. How horribly embarrassing. I was completely set up by my friend Jason and his fat ass twin brother, Jeff. (Funny...they were identical, both chunky, but continuously called each other 'fat ass', 'elephant' etc....but, I digress.)Her name was Heather. Yes. Her

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Remember when I complained?I whined about kids on airplanes. About how they should be transported in cargo. About how I don't breed and don't want to see or hear your kids on my little vacations too and fro....Well, I was conned.Cell phone message from Mom: "Hi. As you know J and K were divorced last year, well K is now in Providence with your nieces (actually second cousins once removed) and J

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Sorry. Can't resist.I received the following in a mass email. Usually I just delete after I enjoy the moment if it's funny or get pissed off if it's not. BTW, don't piss me off. Anywho. Here it is:"Little Golden Books That Never Made It"1. You Are Different and That's Bad2. The Boy Who Died From Eating All His Vegetables3. Dad's New Wife Robert4. Fun Four-letter Words to Know and Share5. The

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Noise.Why is it that some people seem to have a need to envelope themselves in constant noise? My room mate (who is making my nuts because of this) Is always on the phone talking to anyone about anything. Hip Hop insessantly breaks the quiet in our house, when he is home. He can't sleep without the noise of the TV. He is loud. Everything he does is loud. He talks too much. He talks to me too

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Just To Confirm My previous Findings.Last night I went out on a drinking/dancing binge and went to check out DJ DeMarko at DZL. Besides being one hot motherfucker, he's not a bad DJ either.On the way home, I stumbled into 7-11 and bought an ice cream sandwich a package of hot dogs and a box of unsalted organic butter. Vodka makes me black out, so I don't remember this. Why did I buy butter?

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The Drunk MunchiesWhy is it that after I come home from the club all drunk and sloppy I will eat something or things that I would never ever touch or put near my mouth in a sober state?Why is it that I rarely remember what these horrible things are until the following afternoon?Last night I went to see Connie Casserole spin at Club Hell. I danced with this cute little boy Jaime and then his bf

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Nightmare in the RainOf course I'm being dramatic, but I just spent the past three hours stuck at the local convenience store with my car refusing to move, make a noise or comfort me. It's about 50 degrees outside and raining. I made the stupid judgement to run out of the house to the store with sandals, sweatpants and a muscle shirt. How was I to know it would turn into a survival adventure? Who

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Mile High ClubOk. So it's not what you think. I'm just blogging from my flight home from Charleston where I spent a fabulous week between there and Atlanta for and since thanksgiving. Don't get me wrong, I'd like to join the actual mile high club at some point, but, being so finicky, I doubt it well ever happen.5 things I love about flying:1. Little bottles of booze. I always get 2 at a time.2.

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