sausages

we had an impromptu BBQ yesterday filled with sausages. i wished i had a zima and my date flaked... oh well, i'll find another butt to pinch on the bus to work.

pescado

if it smells like fish DON'T EAT IT!

pizza and beer

i can't get naked here. there's a draft. my upper lip is burning from the tabasco... i feel creativity looming... perhaps it's been all the dirty texting making the sirens sing my name.

beaver

Eating chocolate chip cookies and drinking milk out of the smurfs coffee mug on Don Willis's floor pantless. Oh how I miss daily nudity. When you're a vagabond there is no room for naked time.

with out my camera

i met my fellow homos on the corner of church and market after work. they where already into the munchies phase of drinking so we headed off to cybele's around the corner. today my fellow homos have the power to marry in california. i personally don't believe in marriage but i suppose it's nice to know that it's now an option. i think it was an excuse to shut down castro and have a mini pride festival. i loved watching the old hippie woman in her Birkenstock drinking her tecate out of a paper bag while dancing to cher. i guess may now has 5 de mayo and homo independence day. mmmm more drinking holidays...

little kid

i feel like a little kid starting school. shining my shoes and picking out my outfit the night before the big day. hooray to being employed!

HORK!

no more mixing beer and jack! my head feels like it's about to fall off my body. off for the best bagels in santa cruz and something about french fries and the boardwalk... i can't find my socks and HOORAY for doggy birthday BBQ's.

lisp not necessary

voy a cantar cancoines el la calle con mi acordion y theremine. con mis bolsiollos llenos de dinero me voy a Madrid con Don Willis a juntar me con Uke y Pequeña Fiera.





como canta mi corazon.

capitalism

I'm still poor but I am employed. I am so excited I CAN PAY MY BILLS! WOOOOOOOOHOOOO! Really just a capitalist deep down inside. I should get a huge dollar sign tattooed on me. 

leaking

my lip is split, my nose is running, my eyes are spilling fluid and from between my legs a water fall is starting to gush coagulated blood. i know my face must be telling the story...

skank

a checkered past haunts the dance floor at TransAm. ninny, miss. jones and manny shook our flat asses all night long. then i sniffed out the "finest food on wheels" not to mention "delightful and fresh". the best burritos are around the corner from the cantina on 11th and folsom. seriously the best burritos this was one happy drunk heifer. 

Harlem is calling

at 10:56 am today a voice message was left on my phone. berry from the check cashing place that i interviewed with at the beginning of april said i got the job. i'm really angry and upset right now. 

boxes and bags

Today I woke up in San Francisco... my boys are keeping me strong but i still wept while ironing my pants.