Cause Our Run Will Never Be Over, Not At Least Until We Say...

A lot going on - nothing printable.

Update soon, I promise.

Screaming at me, stop.

Ha, sorry for the Yoda/Jar Jar Binks moment.

Mmm Hmmmm

So I was having a blue day today. There really wasn't a particular reason for it. Perhaps it was the weather or just my time of the month, who knows?

I decided a little indulgence was in order and hopped in my car to the local Publix. And, before any of you start, they've got great carrot cake and brilliant chicken wings. I rounded up my selections and checked out.

As I was carrying my bag of goodies to my car, I ran across two Publix cashiers on a smoke break. I smiled as they carried on amongst themselves, louder than life and not a care in the world.

One sees me and taps the other one on the shoulder, pointing directly at me.

"Oh girl, he is scary cute."

To which the other girl stares at me and says "scary cute is right, mmm hmmm."

I love Publix.

Do A Little Dance

Have you ever felt like you're on the verge of something amazing? Yeah, that's where I'm at right now.

All I can do is smile.

Get ready y'all, here comes the boom.

Friends and Family

Life is back to normal, well normal for me. For a second there, things were a bit odd with the family. And when I say family, I actually mean my friends - one in the same I think.

True friends are like a big dysfunctional family; you wanna kill them sometimes but at the end of the day, you still love them. Life is a balance - life and death, good and bad, ying and yang. Even your best of friends you have to disagree with sometimes. That's just how it is.the trick is weighing out whether it's worth the drama. Usually, it is.

My favorite example is the 'ism. For years, we were just cordial to each other. As fate would have it, we're back in each other's lives.. Granted, she's thousands of miles away, but it's just geography. The heart is in the right place, you know?

You just can't walk away from friends forever, I mean you just can't disown them like you can family.

;-)

And End Scene

Patti is already back in LA. She is such an amazing person. I love how she compliments everyone she comes across.

I think one of my favorite parts of her visit was cocktails and light nibbles with DJ JM and his husband. They are such the charming couple and the four of us just dishing on our favorite tunes, DJs and such was just big fun.

We also just relaxed and enjoyed each other's company. This is a first for us as usually when we're in the same vicinity, we are working, coordinating and just drive-bying.(See: Pride, Anniversary)

I love the fact that we are as silly as school kids when we are together and that we pick up right where we left off every time. But, alas she's back in LA and I've got a whole lot of stuff in front of me. So, far now, it's an end scene. At least, that's what they say in LA.

From LA to ATL

So my dear friend Patti is in town and is staying at my place. I've known Patti for ages and she has become such a support structure for me at first on business type stuff and now more personal.

She is awesome and my west coast ninja.

Did I mention all my friends dig her too?

Now if I can only get my east coast ninja to work with my wset coast one.

Home, Sweet Home

Coming home to Ocala is such a trip to me. Seriously, there's nothing to do here but babysit.

Today, I took my nieces to Chuck E. Cheese. Ok, can we talk about all the DILTF? Just wow. I could barely concentrate on my shoot em' up game. But, defeat the aliens I did with the help of this six year old whose mom was steady eyeing me like I was on her "to do list." She was just a bit too enthusiastic about every alien I popped and each time I bailed her son out of instant death via acid blood.

I played Skee-ball, longed for a Jaeger mini-bomb, ate pizza and wings, craved a strawberry and seven with a splash of cranberry, donated my won tickets to my niece, jonesed for a peach Errol shot and made dinner for the kids. Did I mention I need a drink?

Yeah, Tuesday. Drinks. Last bitch standing. That's all I'm saying...

Hair Did

I'm bored. With my ultra-Midtown gay boy haircut. So, E is on his way over and I'm getting him to give me a mohawk. He suspects it's because I'm visiting my mother.

Well, the cool thing is that a mohawk is a perfectly acceptable haircut in my profession. It shows a bold attitude, a contemporary impression with a nod to rock and roll free thinking.

Yeah, I asked my boss his opinion first. Shut up.

it's Just Dem Rainy Dayz...

It's raining. My roof is leaking. The cable is out.

On the upside, it should get cooler out, Patti will be here in a week and I get to skip outta town soon.

And, the countdown begins - the 'ism returns to Atlanta in 71 days.

From PM to AM

Ever since stepping away from directly working for a night club, getting up at the butt crack of dawn to escort disco diva Thelma Houston to her Fox 5 gig with Ferg and dealing with DG and his early bird catches the worm mentality, my sleeping schedule has shifted.

I'm now getting up long before noon and utilizing the morning hours for other activities aside from sleeping in. And, I'm kinda digging it.

Don't get me wrong, I'll always have a tendency to stay out late and pay homage to my former raver roots, I just won't be doing that nightly anymore. And I'm ok with it.

I mean I've always loved breakfast food and now I can enjoy it during its appropriate time frame. Neat.

He's the Man...

So, I just spent the weekend hanging out with my boss, DG. Well, sorta. I call him my boss, but he doesn't treat me like a subordinate, more like a peer. He respects my opinion and entrusts certain information that really wouldn't classify as a normal work relationship. And, that makes him that much fucking cooler. Hell, my ex-boss thinks DG is the shit. Hey, you know how I roll, bitches.

I can totally tell this won't turn into one of those awkward alpha-male situations either. Oh, and my friends all wanted to jump his bones. That would result in a stabbing I think. Actually, I know. I mean, one friend, we won't mention any names did not heed the collective warning of the group dynamic and stay away from the boss man. The end result was less than cozy. If it happens again, well, I think the group will be a little more apt to get to the bludgeoning. I'm just stabbing.

On tap:
Business trips to NY and Ft. Lauderdale
A visit to Mom

Posse, up.