seriously, all i wanna do is smoke and film shit for xtube. depression? boredom? complete disinterest in my life? I'm thinking more the middle one.

oh, hi LJ land. been a while.

This was first posted back in November by djmrswhite. I only just saw it today. Then I messaged Travis after I sent a donation. He responded back that he is using the money to help pay for the movers because he has to leave his apartment now due to his financial problems due to his condition.

Here is Dave White's original post, because he says it best. Please, I know money problems are rampant. But if you can help with any amount, it'll be a big help to him.

"I have a friend named Travis with a medical condition called "pseudotumor cerebri," which basically means his cerebrospinal fluid pressure is too high.

I've never heard of this happening to anyone before, so I assume it's rare. And the result, according to him, is the feeling like someone is using a jackhammer on his head 24 hours a day. It means he's had a brutal migraine since February, non-stop, had to miss tons of work and he went on a drastically reduced schedule with a concurrent cut in pay. Then he had to stop working entirely. Which equals poverty.

There are no drugs yet for this condition, at least not ones that have worked on him, only barely effective pain management.

He's in a typical red tape situation right now. He's applied for and been approved for Disability but then Cigna stopped paying. Because that's what they do. Because when you get truly sick in the United States you get thrown to the wolves. Sorry, I'll stop soapboxing for now. And the disability stuff hasn't kicked in yet.

Anyway, this guy needs help. And by help I mean money. And so since I have a lot of internet contacts/friends/people who ready my stuff, I'm asking you all to toss this guy some cash on his PayPal account. It'll mean one less lunch out for you and a little less worry about being evicted for him.

He's at the point where there's almost no money left. So if you're employed and healthy and you're even a little bit able, please go here and donate.

His PayPal account name is: verucacub@aol.com"

In which I worked at the Joe, then to a bbq at Sam I Am's place for some amazing food: roasted and grilled chickens, dogs, pork, and slooooooow smoked pork shoulder that just fell apart. Too many sides to mention, homemade peach ice cream, towering apple pies...

yum.

Then to Paulie's party with BF Paul in tow, where we proceeded to have some cocktails, make small talk...and I became increasingly annoyed with lurchy drunk gabbing and tit pulling from some, (One got the hand grabbed and a stern "You weren't given permission" after he informed me how oh so delighted I'd be to have his cock in my ass. YAWN!). And Xander (real name, no he won't see this), seriously dude, what the fuck was with slapping my head all the time and getting so boisterously aggressive? If we weren't in someone's house you woulda gotten punched.

Yeah, I know. Lot good it does me to write this here, right?

Paul had left earlier, and instead of wanting to stay out and be naughty cuz I don't work until 3pm today, I just wanted to go to his place, have a snack and snuggle next to him.

So that's what I did.

PTown! Five days!

oh man oh man oh man oh man oh man

Killer Condom
Holy crap was this movie fun. Hard-boiled Sicilian transplant to NY cop Luigi Macaroni (Udo Samel) battles carnivorous condoms praying on the hookers and gays in a seedy hotel.

Funny, well written and directed, and all of it performed with utmost sincerity by an accomplished cast, it's all just a lot of fun.

And Samel is seriously cute, with his mini-Bob Hoskins looks and propensity to get naked here (there's a whole sequence where he, wearing nothing but a bath towel, and his former cop partner-turned-drag queen Bob battle one of the creatures with the gas line from his kitchen stove.

And it all ends with a truly heartfelt pro-gay message. Oh yeah...Samel's character is openly gay. And finds happiness at the end in the arms of a hot young hustler.



Thanks to robearal for hipping me to this flick.

This is a new female condom invented by a S. African doctor to help prevent rape.


Ouch.

So this weekend was a bit of a whirlwind of driving, family, phone conversations, a bit of nookie...and saying some things out loud I have been thinking but never really voiced to others.

Went to NW Indiana (Michigan city dunes area) for a family function - my dad's 80th b-day celebration. Brother, his son, sister and her wife and three kids, other sister and her hubby, dad and his wife (mom is five years passed.) And it was a great time relaxing in the cabin my brother's been living in. One of those Dunes area vacation homes some people own to rent out to summer travelers. So it's actually pretty decked out and swank.

My sister has raised three outstanding kids. ranging in age from 3-8 (I think), these are the most polite, well-mannered, attentive and patient kids I've ever met. And not in that fake Rhoda Penmark way to get they want. They're genuinely good people. My brother's HS Freshman-aged son, on the other hand, is being raised by his mother and relatives on the Indiana compound to be a fucking asshole. He's the Rhoda Penmark, without the charm. A whiney, indulgent, self-important drama queen. We weren't bowing to his every whim and desire and he knew it, so he was an eye-rolling bundle of boredom, with no one to manipulate or goad into an argument. Unfortunately my brother doesn't have much influence over him, as his in-laws and ex have seen to the backstabbing and retooling of this kid into a materialistic little fucktard. I told my brother "Well, he tells everyone he hates you, so you may just need to walk away from it, go lead the life you want, and in 10 years or so he may come back around."

Drove Sunday to Detroit where I met up with alphaschnitzHonest John's?</a> where I worked for 7 months as a cook. I was glad to hear that Irene, one of the owners, is recovering from the aneurism that put her in a coma for a while, causing John to go off the deep end for a bit and sell the bar to a couple of the employees. There was no one there I recognized.

Sometimes you can't go back.

Okay, so by "wander Detroit" I meant "go to the bath house. Where, for a few hours, I laid in my room, fully clothed, and slept. No, seriously. I was exhausted from driving, kids, activity, getting woken up early...so I slept. Not the most exciting thing, I know. but hey, I'm not saying that I didn't wake up and, um...wake up . I did. Just not right away.

Then it was off to andywhobear's place where we then met up with Maxx from Warren and went to aChicken Shack. Seriously good grub. Good conversation some flirting...

Okay, sometimes you can go back. But just for a bit.

Decided to push back through MI, back to the brother's place so as to avoid driving through the construction during the heat of the day without air conditioning. Good move on my part. this way I could take time in the morning before heading to Chicago for lunch with infobear.

Except that when I called Cory to finalize lunch plans, he was in...Ann Arbor! Two-plus hours behind me! Cuz his thing got cancelled in Chicago. And he didn't tell me. ANd I didn't call him early enough to confirm plans. ARGH!

So we had a great hour long chat to catch up. He's off to U of PIttsburgh to start his professorship job in the Fall and finishing up his PhD this week. Awesome for him. And I had a great hour long chat with my best friend Anita the night before. She's doing school in Chicago studying urban gardening effects on the urban environment, interning with prisoners. Great for her. And when it comes to "So what are you up to...?" I'm hesitant.

More on that later.

And more later on why "I'm not that guy." Cuz I've rambled enough and wanna go work out before lunch.

this is my first substantial post here in months and months. And like I've said before, I wanna post here more. I have to make it happen. The new laptop might help facilitate that.

Hoep y'all are having a great week!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, <LJ USER=JDAWG1975>!

They can have the following description of a man's environment: My penchant for woodsy interiors is a motif in my Digs forays. White walls are for mental institutions, rehab facilities, and apartments destined to be surrounded by crime scene tape. It’s the details here rather than the backdrop that falter, though. The leather mini sofa looks stranded and out-of-place, better suited for an office than this attic-ish setting, and the white fan comes off as blandly indistinct. The ladder looks to be wrought iron, so I’m wanting more of a satin black with brushed nickel model to gel with it. I’m loving the tiered layerdness of it all, but the floorbound paperwork, the big stack of pillows — somehow managing at once to be too haphazard yet curiously rigid — gives off a compulsive hoarder vibe.

What's mind-blowingly hilarious about this? They never mention the old dude fully suspended in the middle of the room, upside down...hanging only from his balls!