October 2010
I know that it is time to leave work because @aurosan has started live-tweeting Glee.
I think that I want to go to Vegas for BWE. Anyone looking to share a room or a ride from LA? Please only people with avatars.
Fuck. I am ensconced in dilemmas.
Him: you are @ezrabutler, dammit. Make it happen. Me: it also means that I am unemployable, offensive and kinda cute.
I wish I were an Asian.
I want tacos and margaritas. I also want to dance.
Him: What’s on Tuesdays? Me: GLEE! Him: I don’t watch Glee. Me: Fucking homophobe. Him: I’m not a homophobe, it’s just fucking gay.
I love my life.
Fucking dark rum and good conversation. Or maybe dark rum and fucking good conversation.
Listening to “Pink - So What”.
Bad news: bartender at PF Chang’s isn’t Asian. Good news: bartender at PF Chang’s is fucking hot.
I have no clue where I have really old pictures of me online. I should probably ask my brother. He is always good at blackmail material.
Creativity is an aphrodisiac.
Anyone want some PF Chang’s with me in Beverly Center? I feel that the proper way to celebrate National Coming Out Day is to have Asian.
I’m in the mood for ethnic food again. I had Thai, Indian, American, Japanese & Mexican over the past week.
She: she’s a slut. Him: who? Me or the dog?
Me: have you made out with another guy since you met him? Her: no. Me: honey, that’s called monogamy.
RT @FCKH8: Are you one of those fuckwads that wants to stop my gay son from getting married? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohybtaEsOCM
Blondes exhaust me.
RT @natasha: ME: “I don’t like this mint.” HE; “thats rosemary. If you don’t like mint, you probably killed Christ yourself.”
Her: that is an example of one of those guys with a perfect ass. Me: more perfect than mine? Her: of course not.
OH: watching those two guys holding hands really makes me believe in companionship.
Note to self: always go to museums with blond sidekicks.
OH: our twitter friends are all spammers.
Note to hot women: do not let your sassy gay friend click send. Ever.
I’ve already had my ass referred to as a “moneymaker”.
OH: I went to the Starbucks there and almost got an STD.
I’m trying to dress period for disco tonight, but I don’t own bell bottoms.
OH: if you are babysitting, you have find me a pacifier.
Advice for running to the beach from Beverly Hills: Take water, money, a mobile phone, a full charged iPod & don’t wear gang colors.
I think that I may have made a fool of myself dancing next to @hokutokonishi on Thursday night.
I just ran a Half Marathon on Olympic Blvd.
Him: I’m getting so fat. Me: go fuck yourself.
Oh. And don’t run in the midday heat.
Not moving a muscle in my body until disco tonight.
Me: do you want to adopt a baby from Zimbabwe with me? Him: no.
Abercrombie and Fitch sells sex. Spending money here makes me feel like a common John.
Me: I just realized that I am sober. Him: is that why you aren’t making out with anyone?
OH: I try not to get into fights with large black men or skinny white bitches.
Him: you require validation. Me: No I don’t! (to her) Am I beautiful? Her: yes.
I kinda like you.
Flourless chocolate cake at Urth is causing me to make a scene.
OH: oh look, we’re 2/5 of a Benetton ad.
Him: you are the most superficial person I have met in Southern California. Me: *blushing* you say the sweetest things.
Chatted with my grandmother on the telephone. She was worried about me. I allayed her fears. To be loved so much is awesome.
Apart from just being a really nice guy, I like how @ilan thinks and operates. http://post.ly/12cJU
Tonight is epic. Fucking epic. With @sylviaswann
Always read to the end of the post if you have a snarky remark to make. You may find out that @WickedShawn quotes you further down the page.
Getting ready for another night of being arm candy for some hottie. Fuck my life.
They have a picture of my mom when she was around 19 in the office. They also have a signed picture of Neve Campbell and Denise Richards.