my friend emil, who works for an airline, got to fly with Destiny's Child the other day...yes, even beyonce, and said they were super cool. and i know he's not fibbing because he took pictures of them with his phone.
tim-tation and i helped miss kai move into her new home today. it was fun...and i know nobody ever associates fun with moving. we laughed and had a good time and i threw my back out. what an elderly thing to say...but yes, my back is so messed up right now. i think it has to do with the fact that tim-tation and kai are little people (and speaking of little people, is it bad luck if a midget crosses your path? one crossed mine today, she was cute as a button, but i swear i felt the shadow of death creep ever so much closer)...so...oh, yes, kai and tim-tation are little people...not dwarves or midgets or anything, but small guys...and by small i mean, they ain't been to the gym in some time. since i'm the big one, i got to heave my end of the couch all by myself...and this damn couch damn near didn't fit in the door. luckily, kai is handy with a screwdriver, so we dismantled the screen door and slid it in...just barely. i don't think couches are typically that heavy, but this was a sleeper sofa and it was heavy...and cumbersome...is that how one spells that?
work was hell tonight.
i sent some really drunk idiot home, and one of my boys rode with him in the cab because no cab would take him by himself. bitch couldn't even breathe on his own he was so drunk...now, at first i was a bit worried because...you know, having overdosed on alcohol myself several times...to the point of needing medical attention...i thought perhaps i should be calling an ambulance...usually when you tell drunk people that if they can't tell me where they live or who their friends are, we are left with two options: i call an ambulance or i call the paddywagon. that usually sobers them up enough to semi-walk out to a cab. this guy kept saying, sort of, however, that...okay, this is how i interpreted it: his boyfriend had friends visiting for the night. straighties who didn't know he was gay, so the boyfriend had to be somewhere else for the night. kind of a Birdcage situation. i think it's a horrible thing to do to someone you care about. so, the boyfriend spends the eveing out gettting drunk and really has no where to go. i have no idea where he planned to stay, but i did manage to get his home address out of him. and i sent him there. what better way to come out to your homophobic friends than to have some drunk faggot falling in the front door at 2 in the morning, claiming he's your boyfriend.
hm. i wonder how that situation played itself out. poor guy. if i was him, when i sobered up, i'd dump that asshole.
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