Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Moving Day!

The 'gina has left the building!


I'm switching things over to wordpress today, so please visit me there.
And yes, this means that all you lazy manginas out there are now gonna have to update your blogrolls with my new digs name:


Yeah. Shocking that the name wasn't already taken.

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Thinking of a new blog...

I know people are going to say that I'm copying Kyle from over at stageright-stageleft (now atomicpop!), but I'm not. I'm just a bit bored with the 'gina. And blogger. And things in general. Plus all the cool kids are changing to wordpress... and the slightly more nerdy are creating their own websites from scratch.

I'll be scamming off wordpress, thank you very much.

Every so often I need change, so I'm gonna do it. I've actually been toying with the idea for over a week now. And I tried creating a rough cut over at wordpress, but I'm not happy with it. Plus my mac and wordpress are having a bit of a tiff, and wordpress keeps shutting down my browser (safari).

What a pisser!

The name of my blog may change, but I'm still up in the air a bit about exacty WHAT I'm going to change it into. Or maybe I'll keep trusty, ol' mangina and just reformat the thing.


But what I do know is that strange things are afoot at the Circle K.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

Bizarre Ass Dream

Ok- so this morning I had an extended dream sequence that involved me being sent to prison for exceeding the window-treatment weight at an event that I had planned. Evidently I had gone over the limit by 2.6 kilograms, and was summarily imprisoned for 5 years... no parole. There was no trial- I was just hauled off.

Highlights of the dream include:

My parents watched me get carted off to prison. Their main concern that they yelled to me as I was being taken away in cuffs was, "How are we going to explain this to the family??"

The prison was actually a converted hotel that was attached to the hotel where I was hosting the event. (It was a campaign fundraiser for something). Very Nathan Petrelli in Heroes, with streamers and crepe paper and balloons and some seriously fabulous muslin window drapery.

My cell was really a hotel room that was very 80's decorated with jeweltones. It had a window that looked out on the city (I think it was Des Moines). My room was up on the 12th floor.

While sitting in bed, all distraught from being jailed, I called this guy Brian (an actual, rather creepy guy I work with) for comfort at 12 am on the night of my imprisonment. He was understanding but distant, told me everything would work out, etc...and then I realized that I shouldn't have called him so late and woken him up. I apologized and hung up.

Stanley Tucci was in a room right down the hall. He was giving me the lay of the land and telling me which guards to avoid and which rooms as we walked the halls. He was wearing a wifebeater and I remember that his advice was really solid.

I watched the guards bring in two asian hookers-- they weren't wearing any pants and they were lifted in on plush chairs.

The "room" I was to avoid was the guard's "fun room". One of the guards (another actual, kinda cute guy I work with) had a kink where he liked to be blown by asian hookers while pretending to flyfish. He even had the rod and reel and was casting across the room while wearing hip waders and nothing else.

Friday, May 25, 2007

That's MISTER snotty faggot to you!

So here are my new glasses. Whaddaya think?

Ok, I lied again...

About a couple things, actually.

(1) Although I AM in love with Joey Fatone, I am MORE in love with Rufus Wainwright.

(2) Although I DO plan to get the Rogue Traders album, the album I wanted even MORE was Rufus's "Release The Stars".

I took a half day off work in order to prepare for a completely relaxing 3 day weekend (technically now 3.5 days). Its funny that I still ended up working a 45 hour week and took a half day. (I know people work more than that, but I sure as hell don't like to and when I do I feel I can bitch about it).

Anyhoo- with my half day, I went to the mall and picked up a few essentials. I got new glasses (after about 3 years), I picked up the book "Son of a Witch" (sequel to Wicked), and I got the new Rufus CD. Which I'm listening to as I type this.

And crushing on him even more.

After hearing the first song only, I know that even if the rest of the album is crap I know it will have been worth the 14.99. I cannot express how much I LOVE the first song (Do I Disappoint You). Its sheer brilliance!

The rest of the album has been VERY good so far-- I'm on like track 6 or so.

So in love.....

New Favourite Band

My new flavour-rite group is the Rogue Traders.

I haven't actually purchased a CD in about a year- as I prefer to download selected tracks via iTunes with my iTunes Christmas giftcards. But this group may warrant a full-on album purchase!

Granted I have only heard fragments of two of their songs, thanks to Old Navy commercials (ew! does anyone STILL shop at Old Navy??) but me likey what I've heard. They are deliciously dancy / alt-rocky.

I do love dance music that doesn't SOUND like club dance music.

Ok, that's a bit of a lie. I also love me some 90's house diva vocal kickin' club dance music. But only because that's when I came out and its the music of my gay youth.

Anyway, I'm looking for the Rogue Traders to blow up in the States-- thanks to 30-second commercial snippets of their brilliance accompanying strutting, bikini-clad women and boardshorted HAWT menssss.

Oh, and yeah, I did go ahead and download the ONE available track on iTunes already. But c'mon! Put the whole album on iTunes for allah's sake!

Thursday, May 24, 2007

MiniJake Update

MiniJake just came to my office at work for a quickie... quickie Meeting, that is. (Damn!)

He is so flippin' cute, its nauseating. And hell, every time I see him I find myself with 'lust in my heart'. Its really quite distracting; he needs to go back to school.

Today he sat in my office and we talked about a project he's working on for the summer. He was wearing those fucking, tight jeans again (and a little navy blue polo shirt!) The boy has a tight little body on him, too.

Even one of my favorite employees commented on MiniJake's jeans today. She said, "Lookit him in dem tightass jeans. Mmmm mmmm. I should aks him if I can borrow that 79 cent I can see in his front pocket."

I nearly lost my shit on that comment!

Anyway, because the chair he was sitting in (in my office) just happens to face my desk-- well, I may have also looked 'down there', too.

I think he's worked for UPS before, because his package was nicely wrapped and well presented.


Anyway, so as we walked out onto the manufacturing floor, I held the door open for him so he could get in front of me. I held my breath, looked at his jeans tag for a size... and it was one of those new pair that doesn't have the size printed on it.


Can I be a loser?

Pride festivities are but a month away, so I've started my campaign to lose weight. Because as everyone knows, you can't participate in Pride if you are indulging in gluttony and sloth at the same time!

Also- everyone knows that Pride is all about looking good and being thin. Pride is not for "fatties" or "average joes" or even for friends who want to hang out and "just have fun". No, Pride is only for people who are hot. Being thin is 'hot'. And when you are hot, you can chat up other hot pridegoers and bask in each others respective hotness. And then sneak off to do the nasty in a porta-john.

But I digress-- mainly because I'm hungry and cranky.

Yeah, I'm doing my own version of Atkins. Basically eating broccoli and tuna until I drop 50 pounds. Pluses: meat and veggies are healthy. Minuses: the gaseous clouds produced by the meat and veggies are highly toxic.

I may do weekly postings of weight loss (gain?) a la Kelly. But at this point, I'm almost too big to get on a scale.

Well, to get on a scale and not cry anyway...

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

I've got a secret....

I'm in love with Joey Fatone.

Completely in love with, head over heels for, have lust in my heart and am crushing on Joey. My feelings for him bubbled over while watching "Dancing With The Stars" for the past couple of weeks. I just love watching him perform.

And when they show him goofing around and being a ham in those 'behind the scene' vignettes--- well, my heart just melts.

And my jeans get tight.

You see, its the fact that he's basically just a big kid. I absolutely love guys like that! The men who are always joking around, being big goofballs, trying to make me laugh, etc are the ones that find their way to my heart.

I also like him physically. He's beefier than his twinky, Nsync bretheren, and I love the beard look on him. Plus- I gotta say I love his eyes when he smiles. Men who get that type of crinkley eyes when they smile just bowl me over.

Yeah- I know what everyone is thinking. I'm a big ol' gurl writing about Joey like this. But I don't care who knows anymore.

I'm out and I'm proud.

And I love Joey Fatone!

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Hello Titty

Hello Kitty breast exam. Enough said.