(e:jim) wants to know how we found out about estrip. His post has an amazing 22 comments. Is there a record for comments posted onto a single post?

Anyhoo, my story.

When I used to work at Coffee & there used to be a boy named Mike that used to stalk me. He was always there with the pretext of drinking a Mocha Jet Cafe, but really he was just there to stalk one of his many barrista/bartender obsessions, me. Well, maybe he did go there for other reasons too, but I like to think that it was all about me at least most of the time. He was so cute and so awkward.

Him and (e:jill) were always trying to get me to sign up, but I never would. I did peep from time to time, but not a lot. Then I was leaving to go to Cuba and he came over to borrow Shirley Jackson's The Lottery.





Here is his awkwardness at my door.


Four months later I returned and eventually ran into him at his job as he posted here.



So yeah he came over to look at my "pics" and he seduced me. It was all a lie, he really doesn't care about any of my "pictures".



Anyways, that first night he seduced me was the day we consider our anniversary.

This was my first post on estrip

Today I went for my pre-employment physical at Roswell. They gave me two shots one for tetanus and another to see if I have TB. God I don't want TB. So I go back in on Friday so they can redo the test so they can check it on Wednesday. They also took all this blood from me for testing to see if all my vaccinations are strong enough. I'm not sure how much it really was because I didn't look. I actually get nauseous when they are taking it. Luckily us gays don't get to give our blood to Red Cross, so I don't have to deal with having much more drawn.








So I found out that parking is $36/mo which really is a lot to me, but also potentially less than the bus. I asked her if they have a deal with the NFTA, but she wasn't sure. I rode my bike today and they have lots of spaces for bikes in the parking garage and that is really nice. Now that I was there again today I'm starting to feel a little bit safer about busing it at night. I could walk down Allen and catch a bus down Elmwood. Of course I will need some new boots and a warmer coat and I need one of those fog-horn thingys like I got (e:paul) for his birthday. That would be such a fun weapon. And I always have my keys for gouging people's eyes out with. Jeez, see what happens to you after getting jumped. You start becoming super paranoid and suspicious and always ready to either run or take somebody's eyeballs out. Fog horn in the ear? I can't really decide if that is a good weapon or just something that will cause me to get an even worse beat down.

So mysteriously there is some vomit in my bed. The thing is I just washed my sheets on Friday night. I found the vomit at the foot of my bed while I was making it this morning but only on the sheet. Maybe its not vomit, but it smells and looks like it. Then I thought maybe the wabbit jumped up on the bed and puked, but I don't think rabbits puke. So can someone please tell me how there is puke on my bed?

UPDATE 9/10/07

I still have not found the puke bandit. I have confirmed that rabbits do not vomit. Mike and I are pretty sure that we did not vomit on the bed. Maybe it is rabbit pee? Yet it seemed so much more like puke. Their pee is very weird though, so maybe the rabbit peed in my bed.

I finally got my first youtube comment. It says "And the point of that is...."



The point is, that I don't have a point. I really just wanted to show how cute my wabbit is.

My youtube videos are so funny because they are all so random and whatever. Don't tell me that I have to have a point, cause I really don't think I need one.

See all of my pointless youtube videos here

I feel like I died and went to a communist day care center. I got the job at Roswell!! Not even kidding, it feels like I'm leaving the world we live, to go live in some socialist utopia, previously unknown except in propaganda films. They have hired me PART-TIME, as a permanent employee, meaning that I get health insurance, dental, sick days, personal days, holiday days, as well as some kind of retirement plan option almost immediately. I love Roswell!

I need stuff to wear. I have been so poor for so many years, that I never buy new clothes. Something has always been more important. I haven't been in a professional environment in years and it is freaking me out. Do they have a dress code? I really need to buy an outfit or two, or three, or four.

Parking? Do I have to pay for parking?

Happy Birthday to my lady friend!

UPDATE

The communist day care center comes from one of my favorite films. Desperate Living by John Waters. Check out the opening clip.