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Happy birthday to Union Jack!

Happy birthday to Union Jack!

Hey kids.... Good Weekend...last night

Hey kids....

Good Weekend...last night I went to Exit - it was Bob the doorman's birthday, so in addition to drinkie treats there was meat on a stick - is there anything better than meat on a stick? Nothing I can think of, especially when it is marinated in a gorgeous teryaki/ginger concoction...so I'm sitting at the bar w/Miss Kathy and her lovely friend Alex, and this guy comes and sits next to me starts chatting with me, all very above board, no inapropriate touching, no leering, groping...etc...he's tall he's cute he's funny he 's smart he has tattoos and a job and he's English (Welsh, specifically) and oh so happily FUCKING MARRIED - wife was upstairs dancing...will my karmic smackdown ever end? Ah well, we had a lovely conversation about music and all my very favourite Brit coms, he recommended a couple I haven't yet seen, and he bought me a couple of drinks, so it's all good...but still a bummer...cos he was cute as a bunny...

But miss Julie came and made it all good because she bought me some FIERCE bling - observe:

How awesome is Julie? I love her.

Today I went to the Pride Parade - great fun, have never been before...took lots of pictures, which once I've got this space issue sorted I will post a few of....I tried to post a few more of my Vegas pics, and as it turns out, I'm pretty much out of room...discussed this issue w/Mr. Chris last night, and as soon as I harrass him sufficiently for him to get it set up for me, I'll be moving my images over to his server, and all will be well...but untill then, new images will be limited...

After the parade went with the Hamster to get some bevvies and food at some bar I can never remember the name of...and now I am home, waching my sunburn develop to an angry bright red....

Happy birthday to Spot and Harry!

Went and saw the new

Went and saw the new Charlies Angels tonight - fun little flick, v. OTT but a good way to spend a couple of hours....would have been better if the bloke next to Miss Kathy hadn't been under the mistaken impression that the Davis is a *very different kind of theatre*...if you know what I mean...I know Cameron Lucy and Drew are hotties and all, but really, dude, rent the first one and stay home, ya perv. Had a couple of drinkies at Gold Star after...the beautiful bartender was there, and as usual, all my other cares melted away and I just sat there like a cow eyed teenager and tried not to drool...fortunately Miss Kathy was not up for the long haul tonight, and got me out of there long before I was under the impression that telling him he had won the naked lottery and I was his take home prize seemed like a plausible idea...

Went to meet with another

Went to meet with another recruiter today - think I'll actually follow up on this one and try to get some temp work...not because I WANT to per se...but since I'm becoming the laziest person on the planet, I really feel I should do SOMETHING....

I think my drunken malice spewed at JC the other night has essentially ended all communication between us, as I haven't heard a peep from him since...this is for the best on a lot of levels....it makes me a little sad, because I still believe that somewhere amidst all his fuckwittery there dwells a really swell guy...but this whole situation has had me acting in ways I never normally would, and generally being a big fat hypocrite... quite frankly, I'm sick of it. I'm way too cool for this crap. Maybe we can be friends....eventually...but I don't even want to look at him at the moment...and yes I know I said this ended weeks go, and in essence it did...but you know how these things go sometimes...you like someone and you want to believe the best of them, and I for one detest admitting I'm wrong...but you know, in this particular situation, I was... even he told me I was crazy to even continue speaking to him...and what really irks the crap out of me is, he was right.

Tonight I go and ogle the hottie bartender at Gold Star. He makes everything seem better.

Well, I've been buggering around

Well, I've been buggering around for a while now trying to get my Vegas pictures up, even after editing, there were quite a few of them so I thought I'd be all clever and use this web album generator that JC uses on his site and although I got the whole album generation thing sorted, I can't seem to get it up on line...I believe the problem is that I just don't have the space left on my blogger server...so it might be a while before I get it together....am investigating other possibilities...Sorry - I know you've been waiting...

I miss living with boys....

I miss living with boys....

Came home somewhat bladdered earlier this evening - sent JC some hate mail, you know, like I do (I do my best to pose as an even mannered (read: not a fucking psycho) girl, who is soooo above all that hysterical girly drama bullshit, but I'm not)...and was completely prepared to pass out into a blissful drunken sleep - of course this is the one time he actually *responds* to my alcohol fuelled inanity, and calls me...got my dander all up, quite cheesed off I was...so then I couldn't sleep, and my flat is like a freaking sauna, so here I am, at 3 in the morning, half drunk, hauling my air conditioner out of the closet and into the window...I almost ripped off a toe, smashed a finger, and my back and I are no longer on speaking terms (I would like to point out that drunk or not, I would have incurred all of the aforementioned injuries, it's just what I do) however, my A/C is now humming merrily away in the window and my flat is approaching a tolerable climate...back to my point, the reason I miss living with boys, despite my stature, my upper body strength is comparable to that of a crippled puppy - I am a dainty blossom who needs big strong boys to come and do all my heavy lifting..

Times like this it's hard to be Miss Lis - you just have no idea.

Okay, I showed up at

Okay, I showed up at work...Can I go home now? Can I? can I? can I? How about now?.....now?

We're finally supposed to get some snow today...although the way the weather people were going on about it you'd think the blizzard of the century was coming - batten down the hatches people, we're looking at 5-8 inches of the stuff! Heavens to Betsy! Come on people, this is Chicago, when did we become such a bunch of hysterical sissies? I'm sorry but if it's under a foot, in my mind, it doesn't really qualify as "a lot of snow".

I was thinking and what I would like to see on TV is a new sitcom featuring Pauly Shore and Gilbert Godfey as brothers who were separated as children, and then find one another again when Pauly Shore's character attempts to rob the bakery owned by his brother, portrayed by Gilbert Godfrey. Rather than press charges, Gilbert Godfrey decides to try and turn his brother's life around, and invites him to come and work at the bakery. Wacky hijinks ensue. With the occasional special guest appearance from David Arquette, Carrot Top, and the *exceptionally* dopey Baldwin brother.

Sounds bloody awful doesn't it? You would be correct, BUT - that would be a half an hour of prime time television that WOULDN'T be filled with one of these fucking reality shows. Seriously, I admit, I've watched them, but like all other televised train wrecks (Springer, Cops, etc...) it gets old fast....really fast...and then it just becomes insulting, and depressing.

Granted I could just turn off the TV. Ha ha...kidding. Like that's an option or something...I really miss having Animal Planet.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH! Chicago (the band) drifting over from Disneyland...only the Johnny Thunders can save me now...engage Media Player...engage, ENGAGE DAMMIT!!!

There just isn't enough coffee....

Wow - instant fucking happy.

Wow - instant fucking happy. Not that I have a job, nor have I resolved any of my internal conflicts - BUT - I did just pop in Splitsville - reaized I hadn't listened to them in forever, and you know, I just CAN NOT listen to "Gremlin With Mags" and not feel cheerier - it's just not possible for me. Splitsville is due to put out a new CD some time soon...I can only hope this means a tour...woo!!!! And Miss A. informed me when we were in Vegas that for my birthday, she got me a ticket to see Eddie Izzard - how much does she rock?

My Secret Service is playing on Friday at Subterranean - anyone wanna come with me?

Must remain optimistic...there is NOTHING worse than ME with my head firmly planted up my ass...I mean, it's okay for you guys, you can just click on to the next blog...but me...I'm stuck with me...and it's unpleasant - especially in hot weather.

Still picking through the Vegas

Still picking through the Vegas pictures to get a manageable amount to post....

Not much to talk about really...job hunting sucks, and I'm doomed it would seem, to return to the hell of dealing with countless chirpy recruiters, in an effort to get yet another job in cube jail...beyond that, I'm wasting my time concerning myself with dumb shit that I really shouldn't be bothering with...which annoys me no end...I'd go into it, but there's no way of discussing it that doesn't make me look like an idiot. I really need to focus on getting a job. Fuck everything else.

Of course if it were that easy....

Well, as I feared,

Well, as I feared, having slept most of the day after getting the red eye last night, I am wide awake at 3am...but at least M*A*S*H is on. Here's another Vegas picture...this was taken at some club I forget the name of in Bellagio....and this old guy, well, he was having a hell of a time...