Hi boo-boo's, I've missed you guys so. It has been quite the hectic start to the week (more on that later). The weekend was uber quiet. I didn't do much at all. I'm honestly just waiting for my trip to the Dominican. Oh, not to the Dominican to get my hair blown out, but to the Dominican Republic...yeah. I leave next Thursday, and I can't wait. I just need to get away, a little escapism is much needed right now.
On Saturday after work Normie, Horace, Dionne, and I went to the greatest place on earth--Outback Steakhouse. Dionne had never been before, so we had to pop her Bloomin' Onion cherry. Every time I go there, I always eat enough food to feed a small housing project in Chicago. After a couple of cocktails there, and me being mentally exhausted from work, I passed out when I got home.
On Sunday I worked, and it was the usual blower that it is. I came home and relaxed. I knew I had a busy day on Monday. My cousin passed away last week, and the funeral was on yesterday. I love my cousin, but I hate African American Baptist funerals. I mean who wants to sit in a room with a dead body for that long? I'm sorry, I don't. It really freaked me out yesterday, and my mind wandered places. I imagined my funeral, and the show that it would (will) be. I'm telling you guys now. I want a a quick memorial service. Something really simple and classy. Perhaps my family could get suit forms, and display a few of my many outfits. Oh, and I want EVERYONE to come in drag! When I say drag, I mean DONE! Your asses better be beat. If you're a woman, and you're not wearing a Louboutin, you will not be admitted! Fuck that, I'm not playing! I die, and you don't wanna spend a measley $900 on a shoe in remembrance of me? How dreadful!
Anyways, the funeral got me to thinking. I know it sounds super cliche, but life is so short. Do everything you want to do, and more.
After family time yesterday, Normie and I went to Sweet Mango on Georgia Ave. While we were sitting there eating our jerked meals one of the women that worked there yelled at a customer, and told him that she would "mace him and kick his ass". She had on the beatest flammable auburn wig, and the cheapest flammable clothing to match. I got life from her. After Sweet Mango, why not wash it down with some Rita's Shaved Ice? After some Rita's shaved Ice, why not wash it down with a bottle of wine? After I conjured with trade on the phone until late, my ass was knocked out. I got ample sleep, and my ass still woke up late. I have the NERVE to be blogging when I have to leave the house in 20 minutes--I'm not dressed yet! Good day!
Ok, just a little service announcement here. I'm not sure if any other of my homosexual (is that what they call you guys now) readers have encountered this, but I definitely have. It seems that more and more bottoms are approaching me and wanting to have "relations"? I mean what are we gonna do? This one cunty trade asked if I had ever used a double dildo? After I slapped him and threw my drink in his face I said "NO", and stormed away. I know that there is a shortage of tops especially here in D.C., but we musn't start having our own kind? I guess I'm just old fashion, and expect there to be a top and bottom just like God intended. I under stand that separatist groups have formed such as versatile, versatile top, versatile bottom, and only take dick for the "right person". I'm not being picky, at least have the right base word, "TOP". Ok, I just had to get that out...
...speaking of tops. Laaaawd, Lil Romeo done grown up. These pics were taken recently and posted to his MySpace page. He has grown into quite the (loosening my shirt collar) handsome trade. He is legal, right? You know I'm a cougar. "Make 'em say Ooooohhh, Na-na, na-na..."
Call me Romeo...
Ok, this is just ridiculous. My friend was emailed this the other day, and I just couldn't hold my peace. I had to say something. First of all, I wanna see the expectant mother. Who thought that it was alright to get her a cake like this? I'm just throwing it out here, and correct me if I'm wrong, but somehow I'm thinking this woman isn't a deaconess at her church, or even an usher for that matter. Do you see the baby poppin' out of her pussy, with the umbilical cord attached? That is some foul shit. Who ever volunteers to eat that piece of cake at the shower is a nasty freak, and needs to have the authorities called on them! Nasty bitches!