In which the kitten is saved, but the laptop is lost. (Another post comprised almost entirely of bitching and self-pity. Yes, I sure know how to crank out the content!) So the kitten now lives at the rental store, until the local no-kill shelter decides to return calls so she can be transferred into their […]

In which I’m trying to become a night person because I don’t have Bread around waking my ass up at the asscrack of dawn. Ack! I’m online, which means I’m back at the coffee shop. It’s four in the afternoon, and I did not make it to the unemployment office today but I have a […]

In which I check in. I’ve been off the ‘net for a couple days because — surprize, surprize — I didn’t pay my phone bill and so I can’t get online from home. Right now I’m at the coffee shop with NLW, waiting for my frappuccino. After getting laid off, I went to get drunk. […]

In which I go off on the farm. Again. I had breakfast yesterday at Bob Evans with the group. We laughed a lot. Then we walked back to the motel and BoSe left for an ‘urgent meeting’ in Truck & Bowling Jesus’ room *nudge nudge, wink wink*, and I got ravished. Then Bread gave me […]

In which plans change. But only somewhat! I’m going home tomorrow. I think. Unless something extraordinary happens in the next few hours. The boys are going to stay on here and make the mad roofing money, and I’m going to go home (in the Exploder) and resume my geek day job… and see my dogs […]

In which I get some. Bread tossed BoSe out for awhile this afternoon and ravished me. Then we took a shower in the motel’s massive bath. Then he went out and didn’t come back; probably to Truck & Bowling Jesus’ room. I started working on bids. I still have three to do, but here it […]

In which why the hell not. Behold my incoherent ramblings! (Maybe next time I’ll use a script.) (Yeah, right.) (This stuff is way better when it’s off the cuff. At least, I like listening to the ones that are clearly random.) Enjoy! Yes, I realize I’m a bit of a dork. In other news, I’d […]

In which I’m back in Indy. I drove up to Chicago — Oak Brook, actually — on Wednesday night. Saw Mother, ate a lot of Indian food. (I always eat like I’m starving when I go to see Amma.) Drove back this morning. Can I say that the stretch of Interstate called I-294/I-80 is a […]

In which it pays off! One good thing about being an Internet fag hag — and I use the term ‘good’ as it applies to me: your mileage may vary — is that the gay boys tend to let me know what’s happening on the UK pop scene. Which means that even though you can’t […]

In which we go to the airport. Yesterday evening Bread, BoSe, Truck and I got into a motor vechicle and went in search of dinner. We ended up in the Mexican ghetto at a taqueria. Once I got the door open and stepped into the restaurant, an extraordinarily drunk man approached me… …and promptly passed […]