Archive for May, 2004

When I feel like things are dark, the phone rings, and a client in need reminds me that I have a lot to offer to the world.

oh, yeah, I just wanted to introduce to you all a new LJer:  please bid a hearty welcome to one of my favorite San Mateo bears, buzzbear!

Ok, albadger  and i got out of the house and went down to the Castro to look at the new Superstar Video store, but we got a call from hardybear, so I suggested we pick him up and bring him back to the house for dinner – the yummy dinner that Herman made.

I really need to stop projecting my fears and frustrations onto others.

Whew, I feel better now.

frustration is the watch-word of the day.  i am frustrated with my seeming inability to sell my massage services.  i’m glad i got the job at the spa, but i don’t know if i can handle the other people there.   i am frustrated that i cannot get enough business to get more training.  i’m frustrated with my lame-ass roommate’s inability to seek out work, instead distracting himself with trivialitites.  i’m frustrated that the man who tells me he loves me doesn’t keep his word to me.  every little thing today is just tripping my trigger.

i think it’s time to kick it up another notch – a time to take more serious action.  this week will see some changes in my course of action.

I made a pork tenderloin for dinner tonight, with a stock and butter reduction that was just scrumptious.  So good, that I kept drinking it from the serving device.  Later, after bigjohnsf  and I returned from the SFO to pick up Herman, who is in town for about a week, I took some Peppermint essential oil and put about 15 drops in a glass of water and drank it.  That will eliminate the predicted flatulence from the sauce. 

My lips are all tingly right now.

I was sitting at the Castro Starbuck’s two weeks ago, and I met this guy who remembered me much better than I remembered him.  I guess we see each other every two years or so, and it’s always the same thing.  He remembers my name, and I don’t remember his.  Well, he suggested that he might like to get a massage, so I have him my card.  Later, when I was getting up to go to the theater to see Godzilla, he tried to stick him tongue in my mouth!  So, so gross!

He’s not hot in the least bit, at least not to me, and now I remember why I don’t remember him:  this is the second or maybe third time he has tried to do that.  Do I have a sign on my head that says “Open Mouth Kisses” or something?

I have an excel spreadsheet listing the names and addresses of the 4035 Same-sex couples who were married in San Francisco during that brief, heady period.  If I were truly enterprising, I’d figure out a way to do a mailing to them advertising my services.  At least, to the locals…

Life has been very mundane lately.  Thus the strange, boring posts today.  But tonight I’m making homemade fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and asparagus for dinner.  Or maybe green beans, I haven’t decided yet.

Ok, what kind of person changes their name to TruthSayer?

I really want to know.  No matter, I’ll find out next week, when I meet with the other owner of the Spa…

chinny-chin-chin