The incredible true adventures of Mr. Phat Borris Esq.

Its been apparent for such time, that Mr. Phat Borris does not like it when I get ready to leave for work at 1900. He walks in cicles at my feet, and then FLOPS on his back wanting to play. I of course pick him up, scratch his belly, tell him to be a good boy, and go off for my 12 hour shift.

Tonight Mr. Phat Borris got revenge.

I was running around the house getting stuff ready for my "night bag" to take to work, when I smelled something "poopy". O.k. It smelled like shit. Upon further inspection, I noticed that I had stepped into Mr. Phat Borris "offering" that was laying on the floor near the mission sideboard. Of course Mr. Phat Borris was laying on the couch, looking at me, innocently. Quickly cleaned it up, wiped off my shoe and headed into work. All the while, Mr. Phat Borris Esq layed on the couch.

I'm sure he is laughing about it right now.

Of course tomarrow he'll want to go out and play in the snow. Of course I'll let him. He'll get cold, and I will have to defrost him in the ovan. its all good! 8-)

Ghosts-Things that make my day

I'm not a big myspace person, although I have a page there.

Nights in the hospital can be long and borring. Sunday nights especially, long and boring.

Therefore, tonight, I surfed and checked out myspace. Low and behold i had mail.

I wasn't expecting this:

"without sounding too overly dramatic . . . you have no idea who i am, but you've had an impact on my life!

I'll start from the beginning (but give you the short version).

The signs were there from the very beginning, but I was in total denial - all the way through my freshman year at clarke. Then, during sophomore year, one of my class mates came out, and then another, and another. I thought to myself, "these people are not freaks, and if they can be out and happy, why can't I?"
That semester I was in Katie Fischer's essay writing class, and one of the assignments was a personal essay. So, I wrote about coming to terms with my being a 'mo. As part of the assignment, she wanted to "conference" with us. During our one-on-one, she gave me an essay another former clarke student had written. She should have left the name off the essay, but I think she forgort. The essay: "The Ballad of Little Joe" written by Kevin Mergen. Reading the essay helped me deal with feeling like an outsider among my family and friends. It helped me come to accept (and love) being gay. I figured, this Kevin Mergen guy sounds cool (and other clarkies who overlaped your/my time at clarke said the same). I thought, if I ever run across him - a huge improbability - I'll say "hi!"

Last week, I was surfing myspace, and checked the clarke grad profiles - and there you were! So, "hi," and thanks! "

Needless to say, I'm on cloud nine. Needless to say, I'm speachless. Totally Speachless.
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Karma Good Karma

If my day couldn't get any better, after I got off work, I started on some artwork while whatching the Muppets in Manhatten movie! Love the muppets. Crashed like a rock, and made it to the post office to get my last ebay pacakge in flight.

Speaking of Ebay: about 2 months ago, I bought a cd off ebay. A very RARE cd of the movie Breakin' (the movie soundtrack). It was the first Cassette tape I ever owned. Never saw the movie, just loved the music. Of course that was 2 months ago.

Shortly after i Paid for the auction by check, ebay informed me that the seller was corrupt and that I was basically fucked. Screwed over for 30 some bucks.

Today in the mail, among x-mas cards, magazines, and a package for a round robin I am in, was a small envenlope from a foriegn country.

My cd came.

Its amazing.

Karma-its all about the karma

Rollin in it

In five minutes, it will be tuesday december 20th.

I've always hated December for reasons known.

Today made up for the last 5 years. One day full of joy.

Took a nap, ran out to wal-mart to pick up my last x-mas gift, and found a penny on the floor.

Had enjoyable time at Perkins with present company. The most enjoyable was having a decent conversation with another Adult, Debbie whom I had just met. The conversation was sublime ranging from college talk to broadway shows, most of which I have never seen.

But life goes on, and tomarrow is another day,

I cherrish those good days, cause they come every so often and yet not often enough.