My boss is being interviewed by KRON Channel 4 right now regarding Pride.
I guess he’s more important than I thought….
Which makes ME more importantl!!!

Queers have flocked to our city, and are invading where I work The largest Center of queers in the Country!

How exciting- the Pride weekend has begun!!!!

HAPPY PRIDE EVERYONE!!!!

So, I ran home and met the potential. He actually seems like a decent guy even though he IS a lawyer and admitted that he likes to argue points. I figured that might come in handy if any disputes erupt. Determining food violation cases with facts, not delusion.
I was also amazed at his apparent lack of the sense of smell…for as I sat there talking to him, he didn’t make any reference to the poopy odor surrounding the flat.
On the downside…he seems like the kind of guy who likes ice cream….

The roommate called me at work. Regarding my meeting up with the prospective new roommate (who happens to be a friend of a friend of hers..and a law clerk to boot). I will run home, meet up with this guy at lunch time, check him out-show him how I like my bathroom kept clean (without all that shit on the counter), tell him my shower schedule in the morning, and tell him my only other concern is noise level at night. Then I will judge him harshly, but allow him to move in (most likely, unless I think he’s a REALLY BIG FREAK!) so that we can get someone in the room NOW so that we will have the full months rent covered.
The idiot roommate DID bring up the note I left, and the eating of food. She apologized actually, and said it’s been really difficult with the roommate who is leaving-to know who’s food is who’s, so we just make it a free-for all. But, she said with such sincerity that it would be much different once the ex-roommate has fully moved out.
Weird. For the ex-roommate was not even at our house last night. And my ice-cream had been violated even before the ex-roommate moved in.
I think that’s something I’m going to bring up with the prospective roommate- I’m going to ask him how much HE likes ice cream.

Last night I had anxious dreams. For right before going to sleep, I learned that my idiot roommates had once again violated my girlfriend’s ice cream! This time the flavor was Peanut Butter Truffle. Again, the ice cream was picked thru, and all the truffles had been located and eaten…and the remaining ice cream had been put back in the freezer as if it still retained some sort of value. Then, this morning, new evidence had been found. The top to the ice cream was in the trash, under some other trash- looking as if an attempt had been made to hide the incriminating top. So, firstly, the ice cream is violated…then it is finished completely.
This morning, before I left for work, I left a note to the idiot roommate and her boyfriend. As I wrote, I became more and more angry. So, I chose to attempt to “tone” down the note by rewriting it about 4 times. In the end, the note stated that I’d like us all to speak about the “sharing of food" topic as soon as possible, for (I don’t know who did it, but) I have recently found that some of the FEW food items I purchase have been eaten. Most recently, I was upset to find my second quart of ice cream had first been picked at, and then eaten completely by someone other than myself. I stated that I had no problem with sharing my food, but I’d like to be asked first, and if the item is fully used, I’d like it to be replaced.
Then I stated I would like to avoid the “labeling” of food, but will implement that procedure in the interim.
Let’s just see how well this goes over. I may feel the need to sleep with my door locked at night for a while.

It's official.
The cafe where I spent a lot of my unemployment, and now get coffee each morning on my way to work will soon be no more.
They will close their doors sometime over Pride weekend. Tomorrow morning will be my last Bearded Lady cup-o-joe.

Poopy cat has been up to her same tricks. It seems she doesn’t even use her litter-box any longer. Each and every day she has left her gifts just to the right of my bedroom door. My fear is that one morning, I will be on my way to the bathroom to shower before work (work….something my roommates seem to have forgotten all about) and step in one those gifts.
She apparently is mad as HELL and not going to take it. Unfortunately, I do!
Have I mentioned that we are looking for a new roommate? I suppose I should not include myself in this “search” as I have done nothing in regards to it. I am torn. Do I want to bring someone into my poopy smelling flat? It would be cool to get a dyke in there..I think they make my roomate feel weird..
Does anyone know where one looks for a dyke?
Maybe I'll search for one on Saturdayand Sunday.

I’ve seen a quite a few films for the San Francisco International Lesbian & Gay Film Festival. The most recent being Lianna, which has been dubbed “the best lesbian movie nobody has seen”. This seems to be a pretty accurate description of this film. This one, I really enjoyed.

Notable lines in the film:

“So you can argue better, it doesn’t mean you are right”

“So, my old lady is a dyke-big deal”

Band names I love (regardless of their sound....because as we know...it's all about the name....)

Ed's Redeaming Qualities
Heavy Into Jeff
Nashville Pussy
Betty Blowtorch
Big Pig
Kuntry Kunts
Disapear Fear
Hellfire Choir

Sunday, at band practice I found out that my band mates had discussed the possibility of playing a show without me. Not Really "without" me, but without "me". You see, we had been asked to play a show on Saturday, which just happens to be every lesbian and dykes Christmas day; better known as the Dyke March. There was no way in hell I would tear myself away from Thousands of women to play my drums. Don’t’ get me wrong, I LOVE playing, but the only way I would be playing on that day would be if I were up on the Dyke March stage itself! I informed my band mates of such, and thought it was an agreed upon understanding. That we, the band, would not be playing on that day (however I’d love to schedule another show on another day). After being in the rehearsal space, practicing for about an hour, we went outside to get some fresh air. Me, being the only member sweating. Then I was told that there had been an attempt made to replace me (ME!! I AM that band!!) for the Sat. show. I was in shock. HOW could they even think of doing that????? Do they feel that because I am the drummer, and sit behind them, that I can easily be replaced??? ). After hearing this information, I was informed that it was not an attempt to replace me, it was just an attempt to have someone fill in for me because I was unavailable. Semantics….sometimes they work…sometimes not.-this was a definite NOT time! Before I could formulate the words “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ALL THINKING???!!”-“DON'T YOU KNOW YOU ARE NOTHING WITHOUT ME??!!!”- I was told that their attempts at locating another drummer were unsuccessful. I am still in shock that this attempt-or thought was even made.
I mean who wants to see Motley Crue without Tommy Lee??
Rush without Neil Pert?
KISS without Peter?
N-Judas without Boo?

All in all, it was a Wonderful weekend without the roommates being home. Christina was afforded the opportunity to walk around the flat naked, which was a treat for her (and me!). However, that would not be the only “treat” she would receive this weekend. As she ventured to the freezer, drooling, in search of her Mint Chocolate Cookie ice cream, she was extremely disappointed to find that someone had eaten all of the Chocolate Cookie portions out of her ice cream, and left only the remaining ice cream…
It reminded me of the three (3) times my very own Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream had been violated as well.
Now, I’m not normally judgmental, but what kind of self involved ass hole would eat the Cookie Dough out of someone else’s ice cream, and put it back in the freezer???

Yesterday, after cleaning up the cat crap, I attempted to sympathetically consult with poopy cat; to no avail…she basically told me she will continue to poop and pee on the carpet until her mom dumps her boyfriend…or at least kicks him out of the house. You see, the new boyfriend is allergic to poopy. Therefore, poopy cat has been kicked out of her own bed, left to wonder the hall way and sleep on the couch alone at night. This obviously does not sit well with poopy. I feel somewhat badly for her, as her mother thinks that the gifts she leaves behind are due to her dislike for another roommate. It amazes me how some people can place blame for "all things bad" on someone else, and never take even a little responsibility themselves.

It seems all my hard work has gone down the "toilet". The cat pooped on the rug again!!!!