Calling All Alcoholics!

So, tonight is my friend Brittnie's 21st birthday. I have not been to a 21st since my own, and that was 4 years ago. Mine was fairly tame, although it did entail 4 days. Hers is tonight and tomorrow. So, I work until 9:30...home to shower/shave/change, and then hopefully be out by 11:00. Not bad, right?...wrong. I have to work at 9:45 tomorrow. AND then there is a part tomorrow at 8. First of all, what kind of party starts at 8:00? I haven't eaten dinner by 8 most nights. 8:00 is when we tell people to show up to a party so they get there by when it's time to leave for the bars at 11-12.

Oh, and did I mention I haven't been out in almost a month. I have nursed my way through a bottle of Smirnoff and a 12 pack of Rolling Rock, but that's it...I should have been upping my intake in preparation. One good thing: She doesn't do shots, so I won't have to do shots. Cause here's the thing. When I do a shot it means 2 things.

• I am WAY to drunk to be drinking anything.
• I will become a complete jackass, perhaps throw up, and not remember ANY of it.

Anyway, I guess we'll see how it goes. If anyone has any good drink recipes I should try while I am out tonight e-mail me @ mcmillin@gmail.com

Peace!

YAY JAY

YAY, i SO called it.

• HAHAHA Kara Saun and your evil shoes. Bit you in the ass...You totally knew that was out of line. (I would have done the same thing)
• Wendy, Wendy, Wendy...WOW, i hate you. (I think i would like to be your friend.) Some awesome designs, some horrible...very inconsistent, like always.
• JAY...Loved every bit of it. I hated the clothes...ABSOLUTELY HATED. Loved the show, though...and it was a great collection. I hope I never see any of those thing on real people, but that is what Fashion Week is about, right? Taking outrageous things and showing them...then distilling them down to make wearable items.

I totally called it, and I love when I am right.

Project Runway...

(or 'the show that made me want to know how to sew')

OK, I am going to go out on a limb and say Jay McCarroll is going to win tonight. I know, I know...everyone loves Kara Saun, but she is too perfect, her world will come crashing down in some way tonight. And Wendy Pepper...OOOH, Wendy...You remind me SO much of a woman I know. Kinda fun to know, but when you get into the thick of it...you are satan. Some of Wendy's designs are great, but some look so amateur-ish. Kara's are almost too wearable, I think, for Fashion Week. I think it is going to be all about Jay. He's crazy, wierd, wired, insane, uber-gay...and I love it all. He reminds me of my friend Matt Register from high school who went to NYC once and came back having spent every cent he had on an Armani sweater...It looked like one of the blue dish scrubbers...it felt worse...he never wore it...but it was Armani...I think he let me touch it once.

OK, the Runway starts in 5 minutes...get in your folding chairs, kids.

Getting Lucky in Kentucky...

OK, I'm not actually in KY...I am in IN.

I would like to say to a certain friend that may come across this that it is your fault I did this again! I kinda had plans with Lynn today. Nothing too specific, more of a 'call me when you get up and we'll decide' kind of thing. Well, I got up at 9:30...and thought I would wait to call, so I tried her at about 1:30...I thought that would give her plenty of time to get up and becomes acclimated to the day. (I have a feeling neither of us are morning people) No answer. No big deal. I started reading the end of Bill Clinton's book and thought I might take a nap. I woke up at about 4:00 and called again. No answer. I actually thought about leaving a message this time, even though I know her phone is full of messages that she has never listened to...and even if she decided TODAY IS THE DAY to start listening to voicemail, it would still be hours before she got to mine anyway. So, I left no message and started dinner instead. Just after I finished dinner, my friend Chris logged on to AIM.

Chris: Hey babe, wazzup?
StructureExpress: (me) not much, you?
C: nothing.
SE:
sounds exciting
C: i am in
laf(ayette)
SE: oh yeah? what are you
doing?
C: staying at a friend's house
she is at a wedding
SE: cool.
C: wanna come over?
SE: like for a movie?
C: um, sure.

So, Lynn...I leave the blame in your lap that I had sex (again) with the (UGH!) 20 year old.

I am a horrible person...I think everyone should have a f*ckbuddy at some time in your life just to know what it's like. But this has become not even sex for fun...just as a cure for boredom.

I need a hobby. Something that is very unsexy. Like the opposite of sex. Like grave-digging or something. I guess that is not so much a hobby as an unenviable occupation.

I mean, I was still at home at 10:00. Well, here it is at 1:30 am...and I've been home for about 30 minutes. I would say we weren't even together for 3 hours...more like 2. And our entire conversation was something to the effect of "I thought it would take you longer to get here." "No, I used to have a friend that lived in this neighborhood."...The remaining 1 hour and 59 minutes was sex...Cue the porn music...

HORRIBLE

It was great. Thanks Lynn

So, That Is What Cucumbers Are For...

So, I just got a great recipe for a rejuvinating facial from Kyan, my Queer Eye boyfriend. And it is SUPER EASY, like me... (kidding)

4 oz plain yogurt (the actual fatty kind)
1/2 of one peach
1/2 of one cucumber peeled
1/2 of one carrot peeled

chop everything up and throw it in your blender (or margarita maker if you don't have a blender, like me) and put the resulting goop on your face for about 20 minutes.

Now, any of you that know me would realize that i don't own any of the things that this recipe requires except peeled baby carrots. (Even though Kyan said I should have these things around the kitchen...he has never seen my kitchen) So I ventured to the grocery store to pick things up and I got everything for about $4, I think.

It's very cooling and refreshing...and you can refrigerate it for a few days before you have to make more.

(And I'll leave it up to you what to use the other 1/2 of the cucumber for, you dirty, dirty people)

Random Quiz Fun

Take the quiz: "Which'>http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=710">"Which Random Irish Gaelic Phrase Are You? "

Ta me air meisce
Ta me air meisce - 'I am drunk.'You enjoy a drink - or five - now and then. You can usually be found in a pub - it doesn't matter which one, because they all look the same after a few drinks - or hugging the porcelain.

Take the quiz: "Which'>http://www.zenhex.com/quiz.php?id=487">"Which Queer Eye Guy Are You?"

Kyan
You are Kyan! Always conscious of how you look, you don't consider your face ready for the day without moisturizing. Your bathroom is probably spotless. You could navigate a hair salon blindfolded. Keep stylin' away, and don't forget, cleanse, then moisturize!

Yup, they got me. I'm a drunk guy with great hair...wow, I am shallow.

I have another one I am saving up...it's actually interesting and makes you think.

Too Many Clothes?!?!

So as I sit here talking to my good friend on AIM while she is in class (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!) I begin to wonder. How does one wear so many clothes in one week. It has been 5 days since I last did laundry...(I feel so very Catholic saying it that way..."Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.")

• 4 - pairs of black pants
• 3 - pairs of jeans
• 6 - dress shirts (6!?!)
• 5 - PJ pants
• 9 - pairs of underwear (I hate underwear!)
• 12 - pairs of socks (Do i have some sort of sock fetish?)
• assorted - novelty T's and sundry items

You would think I do nothing but change clothes. I have had a very boring week. And I don't think I had enough fun to warrant so many wardrobe changes.

On a happier note, I have found 3 pairs of shoes I want to buy.

http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/4406430/c/72.html

http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/2112507/c/3.html

http://www.zappos.com/n/p/p/126134.html

Take a look, let me know what you think. I haven't ever had Diesel before, although I have tried them on. This will be my first venture away from my boys Kenneth and Steve. Let's just hope I can find my sizes.

So the Indiana Senate has passed the Gay Marriage Ban, or as I call it, the 'We're Better Than You, You Filthy Queers' law. The vote was 42-8. OK, I know I live in Indiana, but I have somehow deluded myself into thinking that not everyone here is a redneck, conservative, bible-thumping, queer-hating, sister-screwing, gun-loving bastard. 8!! There were only 8 Senators in the entire state that had the cojones to stand up against this horrible amendment. It's the constitution, stupid! To make everything worse, the local paper ran 2 pictures with the story. Both pictures are middle-aged, white republicans, smiling like they just did the best poopie.

On an entirely different subject. Tiffany has threatened my life if i get pregnant before August. Now, I wasn't ever planning on getting pregnant due to obvious biological obstacles...but I am looking into 'the Pill'...anyone know what the side effects are? ;)

OK, in her bridal party there is Me, Kathy, Kristin, and Julie...We just found out Kathy will be delivering a baby in July and Kristin might have caught a little preggers, too. That would put her at 7 months along in August.

And Julie...AHSWEARDAGAWD...just don't have sex between now and August.

Enough for now. Talk to you soon.

Just a Quickie

Wondering if it might be a bad thing that I have now spent over $60 on magazines just so I can keep up with the latest news about Brad and Jen. I am not all that impressed with either of them on their own...but together they are unstoppable...


My life will, quite possibly be ruined if they split for good.

OK...So I Like Shoes.....

I'm gay, what do you expect? Of course i like shoes. They're pretty, expensive, sometimes painful, and the best ones are completely impractical.

I never realized it, but looking at that sentence makes me think...I feel the same about relationships. I think I just replaced boys with shoes. hmm...think about that twice.

OK...Eyes on the crisis...back to me now. I should probably tell you something more about myself right now in this whole 'first post' thing. I am 24 (and am staying there for a while) and live in Indiana. I work for a department store selling ladie's shoes for commission. That is only a slight conflict of interest...I love shoes and only hate about 1/2 of the ladies that shop there.

I am a little bit of an oxymoron...I am gay/I hate boys...I don't want to get married/I fight for the right to...enough about that...you'll learn as you read along with me.

Ohh Ohh...the whole reason I started this is because I have become addicted to reading blogs online. (also, my friend Tiffany has one now...and she is the Jones' that I have to keep up with)

Tiffany is my very best friend ever, since I was like 7...She is getting married in August to a great guy with an unfortunate last name. (No offense, Bill, if you ever see this, but Dwenger? really?) I am going to be her Main Honor Attendant/Man of Honor at the wedding...Super exciting n'est pas?

But that is in August and this is February. There are more pressing matters at hand. Namely...how many pairs of shoes am I going to buy next week when we have our men's wardrobe sale? and will the electric company understand why I didn't send the check when they see my new Kenneth Coles?

I feel like I could talk a lot more...but that's a good start...an "Attention Getter" if you still use terms from 9th grade Speech class.

Talk to you later, Buhbye