Burning and leaking

So I think that I forgot to add this lil update due to all the Valentine's Day stuff and other commotion in my life... Well, this is part of the commotion. So the weekend before Valentine's Day, I was intimate with the booski and stuff was all good and whatnot... I began to feel a lil tingling in my dingaling around Monday. I really didn't think much of it but then it began to burn. I know what you're thinking! It never once crossed my mind. Ok, maybe it crossed my mind a few times, but seriously, I thought it was the UTI coming back or the lube we used. We used condoms so I really didn't think there was a chance that I'd caught something (although they aren't 100%). I end up back at the doctor, but thank God I was the only person there when I arrived so I got to the back rather quickly. Turns out I had an allergic reaction to the lube. So to all the bitches that was hoping my forest had a fire, so sorry. Lindsey Lohan is the only fire crotch at my house. Actually, I don't own any of her movies so... No need to call the fire department. And no, I'm not saying that she has an std. Fire crotch = red head. Enjoy the weekend!

Confused like hell

I'm not sure what's going on lately, but one of my friends and I seem to be a bit at odds. He's under the impression that I've abandoned him now that I'm in a relationship, but I've been feeling neglected by him as well. I call and text...sometimes multiple times in a day...I get no reply. Or I get a response days later. Or when we do talk, the his phone disconnects and then he's "unreachable" for a period of time. We're really good friends and he's basically the only gay friend that I have at this point. I don't really hang out with anyone else. I'm not sure how to fix it or if it can be fixed. I can only tell my side of things. Neglectful friend, I am not. Even if I don't answer the phone I always reply to texts. And keep in mind that I'm not big on phone conversation but I call him all the time. I'm beyond frustrated and a bit puzzled... edit. he's the only gay friend I hang with. all others ate outta town

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Time to Double Up

Well as of 2/7/11 I'm one half of a new dynamic duo. A brave, new, daring, dynamic gay force sent to save the land from injustice, poor hygiene and bad dressers. I'm just kidding but I'm no longer single. Officially. I wasn't sure if I wanted it to be on the 7th or the 8th. Still conflicted. I may have a talk with him about it tomorrow...or today or whatever the fuck day it is. I suppose it doesn't matter but I'm weird about even and odd numbers. I really like even numbers except the number 6...and I don't like odd numbers except the number 7. The number 8 is my favorite of them all... Oh well, fuck it! As you can see I'm over thinking yet again. Oh and I'm sick of this snow shit in our area. Just sick of it.

Edit: I'm cool with the date now since the numbers add up to be even. I know, it's weird and OCD-esque but it's part of me. Deal with it bitches.

Need a job? x Your church? No thank you.

This post originally started out about Future Chris, but I'm not sure how much I'll blog about him going forward. If we make things official I'll update on that and other eventful happenings, but I'm going to make an effort to keep him out of the updates if we become a couple. I'm not sure if that will be possible, though. Anyway, I had to go to the minor medical center's urgent care facility around the corner from my apartment earlier this week. I'll spare you the details, but let's say that I was burning and leaking. Just kidding! I haven't even been having sex so umm...no. However, I was having to urinate frequently and it did burn. I thought I was gonna piss myself before the doctor saw me. Turns out I have a urinary tract infection so I was prescribed some meds. There are 2 ladies who work at the front desk. One lady is Caucasian and the other is African-American. One lady didn't appear to be doing much behind the counter other than talking to one of her friends or a family member on the phone. I take that back, she was working, but she wasn't assisting any patients. She didn't really say much at all to anyone waiting. The other lady was very sweet and attentive. She was constantly smiling and going out of her way to be extremely helpful. An older couple commented on how much it appears she loves her job. I concurred. My doctor asked me to call the clinic yesterday to insure that she had me on the right antibiotics. I called and got Ms. Unpleasant Attitude. She said her name is Diane. Yes, I take names. She was perplexed as to why I would call and seemed to be inconvenienced by it. She finally decided to put me on hold to check to see if my culture had come back. When she returned to the line, she nastily explained that it wasn't back and that a nurse should call me and she doesn't know why I called. In my mind I said, "I called because the doctor told me to you stupid bitch. Didn't I already explain that to your dumb ass?" My oral response was that I only called because the doctor indicated that I should both face to face and on my discharge papers. She was still annoyed and said the culture wasn't in yet. I hung up. I called back several hours later and got this bitch again. I was so hoping it would be the pleasant helpful lady, but no. I was to endure more of Diane's tongue lashings. I just said ok and hung up this time. If I have to go up to this clinic next week and go behind the counter and snatch Diane up, there will be an opening available for anyone who works in or is looking to work in the medical field. Oh yeah, take a wild guess which lady is Diane... 

One of my coworkers feels the need to keep inviting me to her church. I keep telling her that I have my own church and I'm fine. She's asked me 2 or 3 times. Yesterday was the most recent attempt. I said I have my own church and asked why. She said she knows but she just wants me to come with her. If you know me, you know that I haven't been to MY church in a while. I definitely don't want to go to hers. If it's some place that they're going to be shouting, jumping, hollering, or touching me, we will have a problem and she wouldn't invite me back again. Especially, if someone touches me... I'm trying to find a tactful, yet more forceful way to decline her invitations. Please help me out if you have any suggestions. I don't want to call her a stupid bitch, but if I don't have a better solution by the next invite, that will be my response.