EA: is he there?
FT: yah, he just arrived. i specifically asked for coffee, and he bought me snickers.
EA: ain't that sweet?
FT: it was sweet of him, literally... he's closing the door. he's changing.
EA: so he's staying for the night?
FT: yup. he insisted to fetch me. he was there in fifteen minutes. i guess he was on his way while we texted. that's why i couldn't meet you.
EA: ah, okay. (sigh: he's staying over, and i'm feeling queezy about it. dammit) you sound like you're swooning.
FT: i am not swooning. when i swoon i keep silent, i blush, and do those not-so-cute puppy dog eyes.
EA: but you are cute. i should know.


i had a very disapponting day today. diet came to work drunk yesterday. the guards got a sniff at him. good thing harvey took the liberty of diverting the guards' attention so they wouldn't have nabbed the guy.
when he got to the station, he started his tantrums at the dressing room, ranting about why nio was texting the newbie dj robin. he was pissed off, according to witnesses.
as much as i wouldn't want to, i had to suspend diet after he admitted to all the accusations. i was teary-eyed while we talked over the phone - hearing him admit what he did was just too much for me. way too much.
i've already found replacements for his slots, to the hesitation of some, saying diet could have been given a chance to prove to us that he was sorry for what he did. i guess he'll have a whole month to think about what he did. when he comes back in december, he'll have to undergo a panel interview to gauge his effectiveness yet again. that and the reality that he may jeopardize the station's integrity yet again.

***

MY LIGHTER SIDE OF THE DAY. i was rolling on the floor while i read this bulletin from maddawwg early tonight. i find it funny, and yet thought-provoking as well.

Eight sure-fire ways to tell if you are gay...

1. If you are over thirty and you have a washboard
stomach, you are gay. It means you haven't
sucked back enough beer with the boys and have
spent the rest of your free time doing sit-ups,
aerobics, and doing the Oprah diet.

2. If you have a cat, you are a Flaaaaming homo.
A cat is like a dog, but gay - it grooms itself
constantly but never scratches itself, has a
delicate touch except when it uses its nails, and
whines to be fed. And just think about how you call
a dog... "Killer, come here! I said get your ass
over here, Killer!" Now think about how you call a
cat..."Bun-bun, come to daddy, snookums!"
Jeeezus, you're fit to be framed, you're so gay.

3. If you suck on lollipops, Ring-Pops, baby
pacifiers, or any such nonsense, rest assured, you
are a Gaylord. A straight man only sucks on bar-b-
que ribs, crab claws, raw oysters, crawfish
guts, pickled pigs feet, or tits. Anything else and
you are in training to suck El Dicko and
undeniably
a fag.

4. If you refuse to take a dump in a public
bathroom or piss in a parking lot, you crave a
deep homosexual relationship. A man's world is
his bathroom; he defecates and urinates where he
pleases.

5. If you drink decaf coffee with skim milk, you like
a high hard one in the poop chute. Coffee is to be
had strong, black, and full aroma. A straight man
will never be heard ordering a "Decaf Cafe Latte
with Skim" and he will never, ever know what
artificial sweetener tastes like. If you've had
NutraSweet in your mouth, you've had a man
there, too.

6. If you know more than six names of colors or
four different types of dessert, you might as well
be handing out free passes to your ass. A real
man doesn't have memory space in his brain
to remember all of that crap as well as all the
names of all the players in the Major league, NFL,
NBA, college ball, PGA and NASCAR. If you can
pick out chartreuse or you know what a "fressier"
is you're gay. And if you can name ANY type of
textile other than denim, you are faggadocious.

7. If you drive with both hands on the wheel, forget
it, you're dying to tune a meat whistle. A man only
puts both hands on the wheel to honk at a slow-
ass driver or to cut the punk off. The rest of the
time he needs that hand to change the radio
station, eat a hamburger, hold his beer, or play
with his bitch in the passenger seat.

8. If you enjoy romantic comedies or French films,
mon-frere, vous le Gay, oui? The only time it is
acceptable to watch one of those is with a woman
who knows how to reward her man. Watching
any of the above films by yourself or with another
man is likely to result in SHC (spontaneous
homosexual combustion), which is what happens
to fags when they flame out too quickly.

***

Crashed on the floor when I moved in
This little bunk alone with some strange new friends
Stay up too late, and I'm too thin
We promise each other it's til the end
Now we're spinning empty bottles
It's the five of us
With pretty eyed boys girls die to trust
I can't resist the day
No, I can't resist the day

Jenny screams out and it's no pose
'Cause when she dances she goes and goes
beer through the nose on an inside joke
And I'm so excited, I haven't spoken
And she's so pretty, and she's so sure
Maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her
The summer's all in bloom
The summer is ending soon

It's alright and it's nice not to be so alone
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
Maybe I'm a little bit over my head
I come undone at the things he said
And he's so funny in his bright red shirt
We were all in love and we all got hurt
I sneak into his car's black leather seat
The smell of gasoline in the summer heat
Boy, we're going way too fast
It's all too sweet to last

It's alright
And I put myself in his hands
But I hold on to your secrets in white houses
Love, or something ignites in my veins
And I pray it never fades in white houses

My first time, hard to explain
Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain
On a cloudy day, it's more common than you think
He's my first mistake

Maybe you were all faster than me
We gave each other up so easily
These silly little wounds will never mend
I feel so far from where I've been
So I go, and I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses
I lie, put my injuries all in the dust
In my heart is the five of us
In white houses

And you, maybe you'll remember me
What I gave is yours to keep
In white houses
In white houses
In white houses

WHITE HOUSES
v. carlton

i haven't bound my book yet. 'might tomorrow. or the day after that.
whenever i fancy to not feel the hurt. yup, i was hurt yet again, after that call. knowing he was there beside FT, and not me - they who would chat, smirk and fall madly in love with each other even more when the night is through. i am happy for FT. really. but i'm still a bit jealous. this'll pass. i know it will. (i see someone in denial again LOL)

i'm here for you. hey.