Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

THINGS TO BE THANKFUL FOR:

- I’m thankful my hair doesn’t look like this anymore…



- I’m thankful that 5th Paragraph emailed me the day after the drunk dial, so I felt less like an idiot… his email was a novel, but the gist, “Sorry i did not answer my phone last night--it would have given me a good laugh to converse with you all wasted (insert what he did over the weekend… why he was in bad mood… and a million other little things)… hope you aren't too hung over today.”

- I’m thankful my boobies just may get some attention from an Englishman… or Englishmen? Around the Thanksgiving table, please pray that this happens for Miss Curious.

- I’m thankful I’ll be on vacation for the next 2 weeks… poor you guys, another 2 weeks sans Miss Curious… but I’ll have plenty to report… I’ll do a PHOTO RECAP OF MY VACATION, YEAY! (Massachusetts, New Hampshire, and London, Woo-Hoo!)

- I’m thankful I’m not waiting by the phone for some stupid guy.

- I’m thankful my Ex-Wife (gay male best friend) is moving back from New York in the next few months. Um, that’s huge. This means I’ll have my PLUS ONE back, yeay!!!

BACK TO BLOGGING: DECEMBER 7TH
(promise I'll be more regular after the holidays!!!)

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

DANGER: PROCEED WITH CAUTION

A lot can happen in a night.

I posted yesterday, but then...

It always seems to start with some "after work drinks"... when having "after work drinks" one can often forgo dinner... no dinner coupled with knowing the bartenders (my gay boyfriends) leads to lecherous behavior. 6 pm turned into 11 pm... hopped in a cab... asked the cab driver to feel my boob and tell me my 28 year old boobs were still firm enough. Um, DANGEROUS. Luckily he was a very nice guy... gave it a quick squeeze, said good things... and I was on my way to even more DANGEROUS territory... the revival of THE DRUNK DIAL.

Oh my FUCK!!! I randomly had some microwave popcorn in my bag... popped it... put on my pajamas and proceeded to drunk dial boys. The Brother, Kansas... and fuck fuck fuck --- 5th Paragraph.

CRINGE - CRINGE - CRINGE... I should've stayed in the cab... that would have been a better idea!!!

I didn't leave messages for The Brother or Kansas... Kansas texted me an hour later, "sorry i missed your call... i was taking bong rips." Classic. The Brother called me this morning after seeing his missed call.

And...... I did leave a message for 5th Paragraph. Holy Fuck. I believe it went something like this, "um, hi... yeah, i'm totally drunk dialing, and i think i'm drunk dialing you because i still feel somewhat stupid... and now i'm probably going to feel even more stupid..." and that's all i really remember. Uh - Bad - Bad - Bad!!!!

Just the other day I was saying to myself, "wow, i haven't drunk dialed in ages... it must mean i'm at a much better place in my life... more control... good for me!"

SO WHAT THEN?!?! I'M NOT AT A GOOD PLACE?!?!?! HAHAHAHA! Oh well, who the fuck cares... I think it's kinda' funny :)


-- DO CATCH UP ON MY OTHER POST BELOW TO SEE WHAT THE FUCK I'VE BEEN UP TO THESE LAST 2 WEEKS... I'M SURE YOU'RE ALL DYING TO KNOW... HAHAHA, OKAY NOT REALLY --

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

I'm Back... Here's A Novella

Let’s begin with the debauchery of Halloween, done in true Miss Curious fashion. Of course I decided to be a dead mechanic… I mean who wouldn’t want to be that? After our work party, I for no particular reason, lost enthusiasm. I went home, washed off all my make-up, slipped on my fruit adorned nightgown, lit my mountain-view scented candle, and plopped down in front of my stereo.



(I'll change your oil!!!)

The phone rings. It’s BFF. She wants to go out. Hm. Thinking – Thinking – Thinking. I agree.

Swarms of people rose from 16th Street BART as though they were the dead rising from their graves… zombies walking the streets… with blood pulling them to the Castro. Suddenly, I was alive. Suddenly, Miss Curious # 2 rose from her grave and was ready to fucking party.

A classy brown-bagged forty in tow, I met up with the classier BFF and her flask. Let the drinking begin.

We wandered aimlessly… tried meeting up with other friends, but drunkenness slowly overcame us, we went our own way. Our own way = Miss Curious sipping from random boys in dark alleys’ Hennessey bottles… boys with REAL grills and REAL gang signs (we have the pictures to prove it).

We continued on our journey taking photos with random sex-pot nurses and boys drunker than us (possible?)… and we ended up at Delirium (a bar in the Mission).

I spotted this old skool pilot… and when I’m drunk my staring problem kicks in… he caught me and waved. I decided to go sit next to him… our conversation went something like this:

My pick-up line… “Sorry, I have a staring problem when I’m drunk.”

“That’s okay… I was staring at you too. Are you and your friend ‘together’?”

“Um, yeah… oh wait… do you mean in a we lick each other’s pussies kind of way!?!? No.” I must admit I looked kinda’ lesbian in my mechanic outfit, and BFF was a doll (assuming the ‘lipstick lesbian’ role), so it wasn’t a stretch.

Pleased, he continues, “Are you single?”

“YUP.”

“Do you want to make-out.”

“YUP. But give me a second to get prepared.” I rifle through my purse for some minty gum… give him a piece… then I look for some chapstick… shit, no chapstick… ask him for some… nope… ask BFF… nope… he offers a piece of ice as though that will help!?!? I took it.

All perked up I say, “Okay, I’m ready.”

We proceed to make-out like teenagers for hours. Took photos of our tongues touching… photos of his eyes closed, holding my face in one hand, fingers running through my hair with his other. He asks if we can spend the night together, and I did something totally out of character and said NO?!?!?

Anyway, the next day I realized, “hmm, perhaps we were making out like teenagers because, um… he was a fucking teenager!?!??!” OH MY GOD!!! I’m pretty sure he was oohhhh, about 22… and I’m oh… 28!!!! He’s a baby, and I stuck my tongue down his throat.

But it was a very very fun night.


HIGHLIGHTS FROM THE WEEKEND OF THE 3RD:

- Friday: Attended one of The Brother’s shows with Chicajato and her BF (side note: I just love her BF)… I was high as a kite, and it just so happened to be a filming night for their DVD. The Brother pushed me in front of the camera for an interview, and I started singing one of their songs like a fucking idiot and saying god knows what… shit… and recorded!!!


- Saturday: Movie with The Brother. He asked me to wait a year and a half to marry him… he’s amazing, but not THE ONE. Hung out with Jackie-O… and hmm, what a surprise, I got stoned… laughed hard… the cashier at the convenient store said, “I want smoke whatever you’re smoking,” and he really meant it… people always say that, but more in a jocular sense. He genuinely wished he were smoking my shit. It was a sweet moment.


- Sunday: Couldn’t get into my mailbox to watch Netflix… got a phone call from a friend drinking at Zeitgeist on that sunny afternoon… I met up with him… drank… smoked the last of my bud L (haven’t smoked since then, what a damn shame!!!)


- During the week: Had an AMAZING conversation with Bad-Break Up. He called me outta’ the blue… we hadn’t spoken since our reconciliation back in July. We laughed about the mistakes made in our relationship… it was a totally CANDID conversation that we just should have had a long time ago… and wow, we really do keep so much inside… I always thought I was an expressive individual, but I suppose I too have vulnerabilities that greatly inhibit communication. We plan to get together one of these days… when our schedules free up a bit.


- This past weekend I went to SoCal… hung out w/ my grandma who’s every other word was shit and son of a bitch… and her common phrase, “you think your shit’s ice cream.” I love it.


- Now I’m back… and I always seem to be in a downcast mood when I return from my parents’. I haven’t really emailed or called anyone. I don’t really know why.


- An adorable boy MySpaced me… we sent one another messages back and forth for a while… I stopped responding for a couple of reasons: I’m busy and I’m going to get busier. He lives in Oaktown. Not super into getting my hopes up and having my dreams crushed, hahahaha!!! MySpace hasn’t worked for more than a couple orgasms, which is cool, but my fingers are working for now.

- Sometimes I still feel stupid about 5th Paragraph … and I know it’s just because he was the last person I actually kinda’ liked… Nice Guy was great, in a “just friends” way though… but still?!?! How in the world can I still feel stupid about that?!?! Fuck me.


UPCOMING PLANS:

- Next week, the 22nd, I head to the east coast for Thanksgiving… I’ll be visiting my dad and bros and sisters.
- Then – then – then, I’m off to London to visit an old college friend for a week. The last time I visited her was in New York. Her English boyfriend’s brother just happened to be visiting at the same time… how convenient. I think I ORGASMED ABOUT 6 TIMES IN 2 DAYS… AND WE DIDN’T FUCK OR HAVE ORAL SEX… SO IF HE CAN DO THAT WITH HIS FINGERS ALONE… THEN UM, HMM, THE POSSIBILITIES. HE WAS SINGLE ABOUT 2 WEEKS AGO... W/ AN ON AGAIN - OFF AGAIN GIRL… HOPEFULLY THEY’RE OFF AGAIN WHEN I’M THERE… I’D LIKE TO SEE HOW MANY O’S I CAN GET THIS TIME!!!