July 6, 2003
"You can determine a man's sexual orientation after simply listening to him talk for 20 seconds."
Ever since I read this article, I've become a little paranoid when I talk to people I don't know. Is it possible that I have a lisp? Fear of that!
Lazy weekend. Friday night I got one of the best spots to see the fireworks over the bay. We were up above Aquatic Park in the vicinity of Fort Mason, and that's all I'm saying. And they were really cool! I can't remember the last time I enjoyed a fireworks show. I have to remember this next year. Only, it took an hour and a half, by car, to get home from the Marina. Ridiculous.
Saturday was a do-nothing day. Went out for a big, juicy restaurant hamburger that I had been craving for a long time. Then took a walk around a slowly deserting Union Square. Why does this town close so early on a Saturday night?
Sunday was another do-nothing day. I realized that I may not have mentioned that I completely adore the new album by The Bangles. I had to order an import because apparently the United States has forgotten about them. They were probably my favorite band when I was growing up, and it's sad to have only three albums by them. So, when I was listening to the radio at work, and when I heard their new tune several months ago, I jumped out of my seat. I couldn't believe it, it was so exciting. The only way I could get the album was to buy the import. So I did, and I'm so happy. I wish they weren't gone for so long.
I also realized that coffee is one of the biggest timesinks we have around today. We spend so much of our days waiting in line for a cuppa joe or waiting for the pot to brew. Frankly, I can't stand the stuff, and I never imbibe, however, I will be happy to accompany you to have a nice cup of tea or even a hot chocolate.
And have I ever mentioned how much I love to see guys wearing thongs? (I mean flip-flops on his feet. I'm a boxer person.) A pair of flip-flops and shorts, or with cutoffs (and on the right guy, cut off so far that you can see the tip of the front pockets hanging down) or with jeans or khakis or whatever. I think it's quite sexy. Maybe it's bordering on fetish, but men's feet can be extremely alluring. And that's all I'll say about that. Well except that I thank God every day for making me a big fag. I love men.
On a final note, I just started learning to play the guitar. It's a DeArmond electric guitar, for whatever that's worth. And yes, I have an amp. Granted, I only know three strings and three frets, but I know the whole scale of G, with the F# and everything. In a day. I'm mighty impressed with myself, I am. It's easy, and I can't wait to play real songs someday! I only wish I was talented enough to write my own music. I don't know what I would do with myself.
I think that's all for now.
