tgif...i can't even tell you how happy i am it's friday.
i hardly slept last night. mel was in from d.c. and we ended up doing late night drinks and i didn't get to sleep until 2am. horrible. i'm super duper groggy this morning and can't wait to bust outta here at 3pm...only 2 summer fridays left, i think. sugar free red bull is the answer though. i'm also happy it's friday, because, honey, let me tell you, i'm gettin' crunk tonight. i'm talkin' page six newsworthy. this should not be that hard since i haven't been drinking during the week (except for last night)...and when i did have a few last night, i was pretty blitzed in a matter of an hour...fuckin' lightweight...what is that shit.
i'm sitting here this morning, groggy, red bull to the mouth and i have to write about the office...yes, THE office. on this particular morning, NO ONE is doing ANYTHING. it's really funny, yet annoying. it's annoying because i fell like i'm at recess on the playground, and everyone is playing catch, but no one ever throws to me. (literally, there is a game of "catch" going on right now as i type, i shit you not). so here's where my insecurity comes in to play...all the boys are playing catch (as they so often do around here; odd) and not once do they ever throw to me. not just with the present game occurring, but with every game of catch that is played since the day i started here. so, my insecure fucked up head translates this as them not liking me because i'm gay. i know, completely dumb and stupid and probably not true, but i swear that is partially the reason. (hence the playground memories and the games of catch). there's something about straight guys, their sports/games, and the way they automatically ASSume that gay guys can't throw a ball, watch a yankee game, or slug a pint. ummm, no fellas...i don't even wanna play your stupid game of toss...tempting, but, no thanks. someone please let the str8's know that there are athletic gay guy's out there and we're not just talking about the fags that wear jock straps or throw on a&f gear to "look the part". here's a bit of a secret for all you manly men and your games of catch...if you have ever been to yankee stadium (and if your a manly str8 it's mandatory, right?) and you look around at all those "guys" there...i'm here to tell you that at least HALF, if not MORE are big old pig bottom, cock suckin', ass bandits homosexuals. so next time you're off playing your game of catch, give some thought as to who you're throwing to. you may be surprised to know who your partner is on the playground.
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