Archive for May, 2003

while chatting to one my massage clients, he IM’d me this URL: http://www.k-j-s.com/scarecrow/scarecrow.html

yesterday i picked up my magnetic signs for my car, and while i was loading them into the trunk of the big chrylser, i got a phone call from my pelvic affiliate, “mike.” he was horny and wanted to come over, so i told him i’d be home in about 15 minutes.

after our play session, i had to hit the road to get to the City for “Wicked,” the new musical which world premiered on June 28 at the Curran Theater. You can read my review of it here. it’s pretty fabulous.

i made it into the City and met with albadger and his other guests. he had purchased 8 tickets to the show and took me, two co-workers and their wives, and one of the couple’s children. i met him and the andersons at this dreadful little sushi basement with a big sign out in front that reads “SUSHI BOAT” – but i don’t think that’s the actual name of the place. the service was yucky, the fish had been obviously frozen, but the miso soup was good. perhaps i’ll skewer them in a review on my site, Tawdry Talk!, or not.

the show was wonderful, and i offered albadger a ride home. on the way home, bigjohnsf called albadger and started making some weird noises. i had told him earlier that if i came over after the show depended on how i felt. i felt like i wanted to drive home, but after getting halfway to albadger’s house, i decided to take him up on his offer to sleep there.

waking at 0615, i rose, made my ablutions, said my good-byes, and hit the highway bound for home. i have a couple of massages scheduled for today, and i need to launder my sheets for them. speaking of which, i should go and check the dryer…

there’s nothing like these egyptian cotton jersey knit sheets, so soft and sensuous.

anyway, i got home and started the laundry, and noticed that my roommate, david, is out. he must be at that meeting he goes to on saturday mornings.

that is all.

Here’s my review of Wicked.

	


	

		
		
		
		
		

	

		
urso

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How compatible with me are YOU?

largepenisbear 72%

i’m more compatible with an imaginary person than most of my lj-friends. man, i suck.

Big Red SF (11:50:59 AM): martha stewart is one of my heroes, even if she is a bitch.
alanbadger (11:51:16 AM): I respect many people I wouldn’t want to be trapped in an elevator with.
Big Red SF (11:51:22 AM): yep
Big Red SF (11:51:37 AM): although, i could endure being trapped in an elevator with martha stewart.
alanbadger (11:51:40 AM): Plus, she has hunky, obviously gay, men on her show a lot.
Big Red SF (11:51:44 AM): (i can’t believe i said that)
Big Red SF (11:51:54 AM): maybe she could fix me up with one of them
alanbadger (11:51:58 AM): How big an elevator?
Big Red SF (11:52:14 AM): oh, a freight elevator, perhaps?
alanbadger (11:52:15 AM): If it was a frieght elevator, I could just order her to stay in one corner while I stay in the other.

dhpbear: (AWA: “As Well As”
dhpbear: )
dhpbear:
Big Red SF: yes, plumpy
dhpbear: Mustn’t leave my parenthesis open ,Plumpy
Big Red SF: yes, someone could get caught in there
dhpbear: like my Buh, Plumpy!
Big Red SF: that would be bad, plumpy

	


	

		
		
		
		
		

	

		
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art_thirst

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How compatible with me are YOU?

i know the lonely soul behind your bright blue eyes
he looks inside me and squeezes my heart
until i can hardly breathe.

i read your words and my head spins
how many more times can i look at your face
before i slip inside and weep?

most anyplace is usually far away
a candle burning in my window calls to you
come home to me soon to stay.