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Good Eats

Mangus gave me an early birthday present. Damn, he’s good. He’s the best gay boyfriend EVER. Especially to give me such a sexilicious body like that. Heeee! It makes me giggle every time I look at it. Saturday night, Penny, Carissa and I embarked on our much anticipated road trip to see the live action […]

Marsha Marsha Marsha

Once upon a time (two years ago, which is eons in internet years) I got the impression somewhere along the way that my beloved Diaryland was a piece of spinach on the teeth of a diarist’s url. The mood of the journaling community then seemed to be that if you weren’t Dubya Dubya Dubya Dot […]

A drunken Weet entry

  Drunkeness. Bad bar. Four (FOUR!!!) bottles of Boone’s Farm at once. Or maybe five. I don’t remember. Wait’ melon, red, peach, another red’. Yes’ four. Girls love me. They really do. I don’t know what it is. Some girls gave me pictures of their boobs. Another girl told me I had nice boobs. Another […]

Follow me or perish, sweater monkeys.

Sometimes I suspect that there are cramps and then there are Cramps. And then there are the things I’m having right now, which might just be Cramps of Mass Destruction. Esteban sent me a dozen roses, though, which was lovely. They are apparently ‘Sorry You Have To Be A Girl’ flowers. He also fetched me […]

And your little cat too.

My living room contains two rugs, an end table and a recliner. Tilly is clinging to one of the rugs like it is a raft in a shark-infested ocean. She doesn’t like the wood floor. She tried to attack Esteban’s hand, made a jump for it and came down in a full-blown cat belly flop […]

More bullets than a gangster movie

Very tired. So tired, must resort to Entry In Bullet Points because it’s just to hard to make the effort to convert it all to a cohesive narrative. Before Gen’s death, we had made plans to install the hardwood flooring on Saturday. Thus, despite our all-over weltschmerz, we had a ton of prep work to […]

You cried for the moon

Yesterday, Esteban’s grandma passed away. I wrote about her situation here. Essentially, most people with her condition had a life expectancy of at best two years and the aneurysm had gone undetected for a long time. She’d been getting worse in the last two weeks. Violent and confused, she didn’t understand where she was. Her […]

What matters

Have you tried the new McDonald’s McGriller’s yet? I was just going to have a Luna bar breakfast this morning, but couldn’t resist it when I swung through to pick up my summer staple, McD’s Diet Crack’ er, Coke. It’s like an Egg McMuffin, but instead of a dried up English muffin, they use two […]

The pitter patter of little feet

A terrible thing has happened. I have lost count of how many mice we’ve had since the Great Mouse Caper began. I remember that there was one week where there were three. Or really, one half, one whole and one misplaced live one. Then there was a dead one. Then the one I caught, which […]

Hell will come with PowerPoint presentations

This is your Weetabix. This is your Weetabix on vacation. I am so happy that I took tomorrow off for a nice round four-day weekend. Those four days are spreading out in front of me like an open highway and me, I’m sitting in a 59 Cadillac convertible with a rocking sound system and a […]

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