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White Castle and Hormones

I just don’t understand how someone could live in White Castle country and not go there every day of the week. Such a waste. Alas, this propensity toward mini-burgers might go a long way toward explaining my ample frame, but my appetite is even stronger than usual right now, what with the thyroid thing and all…

Apparently, it’s affected my moods as well. Last week, I got rather upset about something. I realized even at the time that I had little or no rational reason for being so upsst, but I still was. On top of that fact, I was a little embarrassed and mad that I’d let it get me so upset. All in all, it made me rather unpleasant company, I fear…

Wow. From hamburgers to endocrinology to psychology in two paragraphs. A record, perhaps?

Bear Community

Never having been a fan of the whole “bear” thing. It always seemed a little ridiculous to me, that suggestion that a fetish could make for a “community”. But now that I have a bear of my own, I’m re-thinking it. Really…

Meet Edgar. He keeps Irma company while I’m at work all day…

Home

Alive and well, having returned from nights of fright and days of too much carnitas in Fresno this weekend. More soon, but now I’m going to bed…

Documenting

In celebration of our recent anniversary and of our impending move (although the destination is now somewhat up in the air), Mark and I spent almost two hundred bucks yesterday signing and notarizing our assorted wills, powers of attorney, and other legal documents in an effort to secure approximately one tenth of the legal protections heterosexual couples are granted when they sign one simple fucking marriage license…

Maybe a new way to proceed with this whole marriage issue would be to sue the state for imposing an unfair financial burden (in the form of notary fees) on a specific segment of its population…

I don’t seem to be writing very much lately. I guess my husband is the prolific member of the family these days. All the same, I’m adding an abridged version of the journal entries I SHOULD HAVE written for the last two weeks.

And — even though I know it will horrify some “purists” who take this whole web journal thing WAY too seriously — I fully intend to integrate them into the archives where they would have appeared to begin with. Don’t like it? Tough. It’s my website and I’ve probably been doing this longer than you have anyway…

Flush, Dammit

When I first moved to San Francisco in 1992, Northern California was coming off a bit of a drought. The trendy thing to do was to skip flushing the toilet when one had merely urinated. There were cutesy little signs in some restaurants which read “If it’s yellow, please be mellow. If it’s brown, flush it down.” or simply “Don’t flush for pee.” The product of a long dry spell augmented by a little too much patchouli, I assumed at the time, thinking it might be a trend which would go away eventually…

But it hasn’t, despite the end of the aforementioned drought. And I’m really fucking tired of walking up to urinals in public restrooms and taking a big, involuntary whiff the fresh, steaming piss left by the asshole who used it just before me. Get a clue: you’re not the environmentalist you think you are. You’re just a rude, disgusting slob who can’t even follow a basic rule of public hygiene. You are not in your own home. You are in a public place. And what the fuck did you have for lunch today anyhow?

There. I’ve said it. I feel better now. Thanks for listening…