[24] Job interview update.

Job interview went well! I originally applied for a vet assistant position and didn’t have enough experience, but they liked me enough to suggest I apply for a kennel assistant position, which is the next rung down, so I did and I got a second interview. Hurrah! For the curious, here’s the rough hierarchy of [...]

[23] Interludes of life.

I have a job interview tomorrow, and because the universe is a cruel and unfeeling entity I’ve spent the major portion of the night wing-manning my housemate in the ER because he decided to acquire CELLULITIS OF THE FACE. OF THE FACE. Throat, specifically, because he has a special, special immune system fashioned on the [...]

[22] Ramblings.

The intersection of tired and restless is no place to find sleep. Which is another way of saying it’s 4:30 in the morning and I’m so thoroughly acclimatized to the American time zone that I’m back to being a night owl. Bugger fuck. I’m also the only person in the house who isn’t sick. Z [...]

[20] Pride roundup, part 1.

Worst jetlag ever. Turns out the sushi was probably bad, too. The guys I went with both ended up with stomach issues, so my WEEK OF OUCH was not without company. I’m on antacids and omeprazole for the next week or two, and in the meantime I’ll whine a lot. But at least I probably [...]

[19] Quickie lite.

Transmarch yesterday. Pink Saturday today. Pride tomorrow. HAS THERE EVER BEEN A MORE AWESOME WEEKEND? As ever, more on this later, when I’m actually awake.

[17] USA update #3 and coming out to dad (in detail).

new!flatmate Z is dying his hair for Transmarch, so I’m nabbing some internet time while he gets all blueified. It’s weird living with people again, but mostly in good ways. The place is pretty tiny (Z just bought a house, so we’ll be moving to much bigger digs in a month, but for now I’m [...]

[15] America and coming out to Dad (on Father’s day)

Quickie update. Flight got swapped to an earlier date (my dad’s the pilot, so when his schedule changed, mine did too), so I’m NOW IN SAN FRANCISCO. The weather is gorgeous, everything looks like a movie set, and the hills are brutal. I may have hamstringed myself just going out for coffee. (Dad and I [...]

[12] Follow up.

Thank you to the several friends who pointed out that I managed to subtly suggest the STP I left at my dad’s house was a vibrator. That made the whole thing so much less awkward. *facepalm* Anyway, I have now retrieved my “pink thing”, as my dad has dubbed it, with no further questions from [...]

[11] Deviations of beauty.

I’ll preface this by saying I am basically a five year old boy. Scars are cool. I love them; I have some wicked ones. I’m always pleased to get more, which granted may not be terribly healthy, but scars are cool. It was a pretty natural progression to want a scar-tattoo, and I’ve been working [...]

[10] In which DK is a total moron.

Dad: [on the phone] Did you leave your toothbrush here? DK: I don’t think so… [moment of horrible realization] Are you looking at a pink case? Dad: Yeah. Actually, it’s a bit bigger than a toothbrush– DK: DON’T LOOK IN IT. It’s, uh, a fairly personal… feminine… thing. I’ll pick it up tomorrow. Dad: [puzzled, [...]