I am actually upset Tammy Faye died. The more I read her comments to the media and about her life the less I view her as a joke and the more i view her as a good person.
On thursday night some guy was peeing in the middle of the bar I work at. Usually when I have to kick somebody out I start nicely. Well fuck now he’s peeing on the wall and floor. I told him to stop and get the fuck out. He shook his fist at me. After yelling at him a little more I just grabbed him and dragged him out onto the streets. Well at about 4:30 am he tried to come back in. I could only laugh while I said no you pee’d in my bar. At one point earlier he also was basically passed out on the curb. When we told him to get his ass up he put his hand out for help. I told him no since after he went to the bathroom he didn’t wash his hands.
Also I got to meet Ted Allen. From queer eye and top chef. He was always my favorite. Well I think I just scared him. You know me I speak like Dick Cheney. At least I didn’t tell him to go fuck himself. Well he went home with this really nasty guy. And now we now why he’s the food guy; he tossed that guys salad and was apparently good at it. One more famous person who I shall never admire. Join Lance Bass.
On a more sex and the city note relationship crystal balls would be a billion dollar idea. I’m not sure if my man (we’ll call him Ted for now, it’s not Ted Allen if you think I actually fell for him) well if his series Queer eye for the tall guy has ended its run. At one time interest was in me. Do I blame Ted? Umm no you know how highly I value myself. Overall I may have an exterior that is considered repulsive. And that’s talking about my personality. But I really do try to be sweet. I don’t really get to see Ted that often and so I try to make time. Such as driving him to work or I knew he had a short window of free time when I would happen to be in the same area (i was picking up my pay check although I would have happily accepted an invitation). But all I feel is coldness. which to a degree is nice in New Orleans in the Summer but my emotions don’t relaly change my core body temp. I feel like Faye Dunaway is going to play me in a movie and go “Why can’t you give me the respect that i’m entitled to?!” Part of it maybe that he just did semi-recently get out of a long term relationship and is not ready. But is that fair to me? Fuck no and it’s also not fair to him. Can nothing blossom since we met at the wrong time? Or it could be I no longer stir his loins like I used to. We shall see what occurs. I’ve been crushed before but I hate being led on and lied to. I’d rather somebody say they hate me then pretend to love me.
