Who's naughty
Mood:  cheeky
Topic: Attitude
ME! I'm naughty. I stay up way too late, I never get enough sleep, my eating habits are atrocious, yet I still remain just cheeky. Ok so thats not true, but it sounded good while typing it. So tonight's adventure in Gummilandia was cool. We had a guest cameo from Joe's original hag from the first season, Tanya, who came to mingle with the cast of this season. Unfortunately the attitude fairy came without an offering last night and left a few with sour faces and rude 'tudes. Man, can't we all just get along? that's what this Joe says, but if we can't then the person I would immediately turn to would be my future interior designer and more recent future wardrobe consultant, The other Joe. He was born with the attitude microchip already installed and its too late to reformat my model so I check my attitude with him first.
I told Brian that his attitude is simply divine because its so soft and cuddly, even though a single glance would tell you he is a grizzly force not to be reckoned with.
Oh well, what can I say, if the heart of Tucson isn't beating with some sort of heated or cooled blood, then what would be the fun in that. I'd like to think that I can be a raging bitch sometimes, but damn it man, its just not true, ask anyone. If i were eligible for an attitude adjustment I would tune it up to spicy;the spot in between absolutely obnoxious and outspoken. somewhere in there, I might find a happy medium, but until then I'm forced to walk the earth with this half glazed smile that I haven't been able to shack since High School. Love peace and chicken grease to all...

Mood:  cool
Today I tried yoga for the first time. It was awesome. I have never done it officially before though I have taken it upon myself to calm myself and breathe. I guess thats not rocket science considering breathing is essential for, of action! Anyway, I had a blast with Jamie last night. Instead of the Karaoke thing, I took it easy on my vocal chords but not on my feet. I think we must have walked a city block easy. Oh well, its good for my young bones. Anywho, talking about world domination will only get you so far, but making sure your sex skills are sharp, via a Details magazine sex- is better. Thanks for last night, it was very informative! though I still don't know what Keanu Reeves and that Ben guy Had going on. I guess some stones in this universe are better left unturned. On that note, everyone have a safe and happy hump day!

How do you like it now?
Mood:  a-ok
So this is how its going to be. I like the fact that I'm trying something new, switching to blog format instead of doing things manually I mean. But I guess totally comforming has me a bit uneasy. You see I like to stand out in a very subtle way. It's my way. Its more like standing to the side really. I don't do it for attention, I do it to prove to myself that I don't need to go with the flow to go at all. Now that I use a blog, there will be certain things expected of me that I felt more comfortable not entertaining when my page was but a little seedling. For instance, spell checking. Its funny that I'm so pick about picking out other peoples flaws yet I'm so lazy about my own. I guess now that I have the tools readily accessable I'll be expected to use them. It sounds like a good idea, and it would be easy, but I feel like I'm giving in to something that I shouldn't be. I know, I'm weird, I can't help but do things that hard way. When will I learn? oh well. Anyway, I'm super happy to have a blog, even if it is never seen by eyes other than mine. It makes me feel up to date if you know what I mean. Hope you are having a great Monday!

Blog attempt
Mood:  not sure
So this is supposed to be easier than what I'm currently doing on my web page. Hopefully this will help me stay organized. Its been hairy trying to keep everything where is should be. I'm just worried about utter chaos, but sometimes you just have to make that leap of faith. Someone told me recently that sometimes its easier to do something and apologize for it later than it is to ask permission and be denied. I don't know exactly how that fits but well, it seemed appropriate. Anyway, I'm testing this thing out and hopefully I wont have too much to apologize for.

Mood:  chatty
So sometimes you are on the ball and sometimes not. Well I guess the past 3 days have been a deflated ball for me. I always mean to keep up on things, but as the old saying goes, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
I had an interesting friday the 13th. I got hit on at work, which never happens (and I thought I was too brown to blush), And I found out that someone had a big crush on me for 2 years, and he finally had the courage to ask me out on a date (of course I said yes), And I found 2 great examples of love and respect in the gay community. Joe and Paul will probably be together forever, and David and Shawn told me tonight that they would die in eachothers arms. Its people like these fine examples that give me faith in gayman kind and faith in myself.
So, as this site nears its 200 hit mark, I feel the need to do something festive. Lets see. Well, in my culture the coming of age of daddy's priness is usually celebrated with a really fancy party called a Quince?era. Maybe I'll do something like that for my baby. But I'll call it my pages' Doscientosi?era, or Dia Del Doscientos Golpes. It'll be a gay ol' time whatever it is.
On a sad note, I was informed that Julia Child died today at 92. I think thats a helluva long time to live considering half the time she was roasted off of her tuffet from cooking sherry on her show, and who knows what off air. Still she was an inspiration to all who love to cook and all who love to drink. What a mutlitasker. Which reminds me, has anyone seen a large group of people all dressed in red running by from bar to bar. They call themselves,..., well I forget what they call themselves (I think its hashers) but their modo is that they are drinkers with a running problem. Its a bizarre phenomenon but this happy little pueblo in the desert is a bizarre place sometimes.
And don't worry, I didn't turn into country singer Mark Wills, though once I was mistaken for him, though it was dark and the observer was drunk. So, Im giving Tori the weekend off and I'm using my friend (not really) Mark Wills as a stand in for my stand in. Anyway, thank you for continuing to make this website a stop on your daily websurf. Hope you have a great weekend.

Weekend recap in Gummi-landia.
Mood:  incredulous
The new haircut tested fantastically in the Phoenix market, though I've yet to snap a photo of my peanut shaped head.. Somehow I obtained what came to be known as the gay discover card, getting me and my friends everywhere we wanted to be. And I still have what it takes to be an honorary lesbian. Oh happy day!
In more recent news, Cher was slaughtered in an unfortunate karaoke disaster this weekend. It started as a drunken slur of manly woman-"oooh"s and screechy high notes. later, she was drug down the street in a drunken stupor only to further perpetuate the train wreck at congress. The guilty party was never found to my knowledge, but darn it if my throat doesn't feel hoarse today.

Later that day
Sometimes I can really relate to a lot of women in more than just the fact that Tom Cruise still melts my butter, but that a hair cut is more than just a haircut. Its a milestone of sorts. It represents a change of direction or a greater understanding of things. Its the progression of the seasons and a time of self renewal. I cut my hair today. Actually I had it cut by a trained professional. I don't get my hair cut much. In fact the last time I had it cut was February 15, the day after a really bad date, and before that was June 16 2003 when I donated about 12+" of thick curly Hispanic hair to Locks of Love. It was great looking hair, just not on me.
So now I have a clean slate of sorts, out with the old and in with the new. But until I get a more recent photo the spot where my mug usually is will be taken up by Tori as the dual-piano playing eye candy stand-in of this page. OK, so I can't play two pianos as well as she can. In fact I can't play two pianos at all, one is tough enough. Its just another reason she is my favorite artist. We're not worthy, We're not worthy!!!

Mood:  hug me
Yesterday was take out your aggression on Joe day apparently, and I didn't get the memo. But I was so satisfied with my weekly horoscope in the Tucson Weekly today that it made it all seem better. It was in reference to things happening for a reason. Maybe I'm supposed to be encountering these trials, maybe its just what I need to get my head out of the clouds.
Anyway, of all the things I don't want to be, preachy is at the top of the list, so I'm toying with the notion of my daily updates being reduced to a select group of correctly spelled flash words. it would look something like this...

Onomatopoeia...............Giclee..........Flying Buttress............Bugaboo......smut

...but see then I don't like that cause its only funny to me (and boy is it) but it hardly goes where I want it to go.Speaking of going places, it seems that I've ended up as Shawna's Hunk of the week somehow (though the artist she meant to say was Freida Khalo, the sexy bisexual unibrowist). And if you are clairvoyant you might see that tomorrow I might be up in Phoenix with another Fabulous Joe.
Tonight was fun, but I gotta know why do the straight men feel the need to come to my home turf(the gay bars) and lead me astray. Its so the piped piper. Oh well.
Such are the gays of our lives. I can't think right now (you are SO right Richard). Have a happy Saturday y'all!

Mood:  don't ask
Ooh, somebody spank me for skipping a day. Its been a little hectic lately just to keep my head above water. What I could use is a big boat made of scissors specifically to cut through the sea of red tape. What that actually means, I know not, but if it would make my life easier, I'd take 2. So my beef today is that the State Board of Pharmacy decided back in May that it would be a great source of revenue to require all the pharmacy technicians to register with a 50$ annual fee. Its not so much that I mind contribution to state funding, except for the fact that the only thing I get out of this deal is I get to keep my job, well that and a nifty wall certificate that says that I was officially finagled out of 50$. I kind of feel like those shop owners that would pay the mob to "make sure nothing happened to them or their property". Oh well. things could be worse.
So my friend tells me that I need a blogger. He is probably right. But I'm such a rebel I'll continue to manually move my own text until manual blogging comes back in style. Ok, I know that's never going to happen, but it will give me time to come up with a good back up plan, like figuring out how to work the blogger. You say its easy, I say "yeah, but what about color coordination?"
And this goes out to my friends who partied it up last night while I came home and took care of more "stuff". YOU ARE LUCKY YOU DON'T LIVE WHERE I DO! It is a wet dream of mine to live in Tucson proper some day. Someday when my car is paid off. someday when I've finally dog myself out of the hole that I dug myself into with all those credit cards at the tender age of 18 (is there a way to travel back in time, even for a brief second, just long enough to bitch-slap myself before signing up for them?)
Anyway, fear not all my fine friends, one day in the future gummi will see himself out of debt, and someday even sooner, you may see Gummi panhandling on 4th, cause every little bit helps. I love you all. happy Thursday! MWUAH!

Things that happen when you aren't paying attention...
Mood:  d'oh
Pesky Advertisements come back from the nether-regions to which they were banished- sorry Shawna, August sneaks up by surprise and leaves the great summer of 2004 feeling very terminal, especially to all the students who now have less than a month before school commences for the Fall semester -a harsh reality check, Repressed emotions come clumsily spilling out, Leases run out and thugs come lurking, and infatuation finds its way into my brain -Adam, if you're out there I'm just totally crazy about you, thats all.
Oh this crazy summer of mine, summer of yours, summer of fun, summer of gratuitous emotion. It seems to have touched us all in its own special way and I don't know about you, but I wouldn't exchange it for anything. This has been one of the most magical summers of my life. If I never have another great summer again I will always cherish the friendship and life lessons that I have experienced this time around. Its the sort of feeling that inspires me to paint, to capture my high peaks of emotion on canvas.
On a less emotional note, I didn't really get to gage how well the festivities of this weekends little gathering went until the ambers stopped glowing so to speak. So in hindsight, I think it really was fantastic. It started a little slow and we thought it might rain, but after a little adjustment of the weather and the music (thank you to Jamie for the latter) the mood was tweaked and the feeling was fine. It was a bit strange for me because I basically threw a party on foreign territory. It wasn't like throwing a party at the park in one of those fashionably bland ramadas with the uncomfortable stone seating, because that is at least neutral or communal territory. This weekend was me setting up camp in someone Else's back yard, someone I knew, but still not my back yard. Anyway, things went smooth, the Tiki torches lasted all night, there were no awkward social schisms at least that I could tell, and at the end of the night, we still got to go out as a big group and do the usual bar thing. there is always something lurking there.
OK, I think that I feel that I have forced myself to write a substantial amount in recompense for not updating my nifty little site all weekend. So I hope that each and everyone of you have the best possible Tuesday that you can possibly have.