Crap what a goofy month! Nothing went right!
The job I had lined up evaporated, and I got propositioned by the boyfriend of the girl I was staying with. He thinks too much of himself, he really isn't that handsome.
I guess the moral of this month is that the average penis is untrainable, and should be kept chained up.
I moved in with a coworker at the coffee shop. He's a guy (Abba would be horrified!), but at least he's gay. If he doesn't borrow my bras, which are too small for him anyhow, I have nothing to worry about. I think he had three different men over - not sure, 'cause one of them was dressed as a woman. I loved his skirt. Kicky boots, too!
Still haven't found if there's any meat with a heksher in this town.
Attended Israel at the Gardens, after walking through a crowd of angry Palestinians and their lesbian Jewish girlfriends. Gals, I really gotta tell you: those were men. Not little blonde babes with titties. Men. Sweaty and juvenile, too (except for the one with the big nose at the end - he's just too friggin' hot!). But the hairy arms SHOULD TIPP YOU OFF!
Seeing the pro-Israel protestors keeping the dogs at bay was so refreshing after walking past the hate on the other side of the street. Thanks, guys. I'm just so happy to see you. And that little boy you've got heckling the zombies in black, we'll, if he were ten years older I would so do him! Save him for me please.
I'm working at two coffee shops right now. One of them is owned by the gentlest Tunisian imaginable. A really sweet guy. His daughter really knows how to make him melt, he's totally bullied by her. At six years old she's already capable of spinning a man around her little finger. Yes, I'm jealous of the little bitch.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
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