So, I got offered the back-up OST (Operations Support Technician) position at work today; an OST is basically the book-keeper/admin/corporate-liaison for the restaurant. The problem is my GM needs to find the money for my training. I'm slated to do my training at the Sherman Oak location . . . which is fine since there's a 24Hour Fitness in that complex. Also, after the training, there may be an opening as a full-time OST at The Grove location.

Also, Wells Fargo called and left me a message. I'm applying for a teller position at the West Hollywood location near La Cienaga (located by the Ramada Inn). I already did the phone interview, so maybe they want to schedule an in-person interview at the branch . . . we'll see what happens. I know I'd make better money at the back-up OST since I can still serve . . . serving is my money job, the OST is for professional development (I gotta justify my BA somehow).

Cheers Queers!

At the turn of the new year, I finally moved out of my Aunt's place in Santa Monica and into a 2/1 in the Hollywood Media District. The roommate, whom I only met once before moving in, has lived in the place for about 5 years . . . and because of LA's brilliant Rent Control policies, it's actually affordable. I really like living here. My roommate has 2 great cats that keep me company on my days off and a Washer/Drier.

I've been working at the Cheesecake Factory since I moved to LA. I really like some of the people I work with, but I hate the clientele. I may be "moving up" in the "company" as a Back-up OST (Operations Support Technician), aka Administrative Bitch, but it's more professional than waiting tables. I cannot see myself waiting tables my entire life . . . come-on now, I have a freaking BA!

I am really enjoying singing with the Gay Men's Chorus of Los Angeles (GMCLA). They are truely a great group of men. In the ATX, I was part of a gay men's chorus (the Capital City Men's Chorus), but there's something different with GMCLA. It's awesome that we're one out of the four original founding gay men's choruses across the nation, celebrating our 30th Season. We do our own community outreach performances in schools throughout Los Angeles, help start and support other choruses globally with music and funds, and we have our own endowment.

I am slowly developing my core group of friends out here. It's tough to have been a social-whore in a moderate size city to being a new kid in a GIGANTIC city.

I finally feel like I'm settling-in into LA.

In the last year or so, my sex drive has been little to non-existent. I guess I'm not as horny as I used to be. "Rubbing one-out" seems to be a chore that I must do at least 2 or 3 times a week, not because I'm hard, but of habit (and with the assistance of youporngay.com) It seems that all I want is to lay next to someone at night with a little bit of cuddling. Maybe I just want intimacy and not S_E_X, I donno. A few years ago, in college, I thought I was a little addicted to sex, feeling an adrenalin-high every time I hooked-up with someone. Now, I lucky to get morning wood. Can you be 23 and need a prescription for viagra? LOL, am I 23 going on 60?

Since I moved to Los Angeles, CA from Austin, TX in August 2008, I've been serving tables at the Cheesecake Factory to make ends meets . . . waiting for the holiday season to come and go before I hit the job market hard. Because I am quite new to this town, I don't know that many people who I could hang out with for New Year's Eve, plus I had to work.

So, a new host at work was going to meet up with some friends at Mother Load in WeHo after work to celebrate the New Year's. I was invited to join him and his friends, hoping I would get a "new year's kiss." Well, that never happened, which is fine. Later that night we hopped over to Trunks to end the night. My new coworker is obliterated at this time, dancing in front of the mirror all slut-like. I end up getting a guy's number right before 2am hits. We (my new coworker, his friends and I) leave the bar and start walking back to "what's suppose to be the direction of my car" so we can go to an after party. My coworker was insistent that my car was parked in the opposite direction than it really was. While we were walking the wrong direction, my coworker wasskipping down the sidewalk, hitting on guys and just being stupid. Since my car had to be moved from its spot before 2:30am before getting a citation or towed, I decided my new coworker will be fine if I left him with his friends.

I don't know who called who, but I ended up talking to the guy who's number I got from the bar. He lives around the corner from Trunks, so he walked to the bar. When I got to my car, I picked him up.

I woke up the First of January in the Two Thousand and Ninth Year in a stranger's bed. We did not have sex, mind you, but I still woke up in his bed with the both of us naked . . . this is going to be an "interesting" 2009!

During the last 1/2 year I lived in Austin, TX, I was a singing member of the Capitol City Men's Chorus - a GALA chorus (meaning it's gay). A modest sized chorus of about 60 or so singing members, I loved the balance between the quirky/campy and strong/full sound of a gay men's chorus.

Today, I auditioned for the Gay Men's Chorus of Los Angeles (GMCLA). Currently, the chorus has 202 singing members and maxes-out at 225! This chorus is HUGE! The Mayor of West Hollywood sings in the Chorus! If you combine the social networks of all the members, we probably know all of (gay) Los Angeles.

With my music background, I think I have a really good shot at making the chorus. I'll know if I made it on Sunday, Oct. 12

It has come to my attention that I have been a member of this virtual community since January 5, 2006. Many things have changed about me during this time and I wonder if my match responses correspond to these changes. It's pretty easy to do an overhaul on one's profile, including content and pictures, but once you have vest time in answering hundreds or thousands of match questions over a few years span, passing through a 21st birthday, college graduation, a long-distance relationship, quitting a "real" job, and moving 1,400 to a new state, I'm sure many of the answers that I submitted in 2006 aren't the same responses that I have now. Maybe once a year or once every other year, OKCupid should ask you the same match questions to see if the answers have remained consistent.

Given around my 10th birthday, my aunt (an older sister of my stepdad's) gave me a brown teddy bear a few months preceding my move to Texas (from San Jose, CA). My little companion, aptly named Brownie, gave me comfort when I needed him the most. Drying my lonely tears and returning my unsettling hugs, Brownie helped with the transition into a foreign town where churches outnumbered gas stations and trucks outnumbered 4-cylinder compacts.

13 years later, I am faced with another life transition. Thus far, my Texas exodus back to California has been met with many challenges and I, once again, find refuge in the soft brown fur of my childhood friend. Without words or movements, I know Brownie understands me better that I could.

After 6 years of fidelity, I re-fell in love with my beautiful, gorgeous 11 year old Chevy [[Camaro]] today. After driving over 1,500 miles across many states, I got her a car wash . . . watching the suds roll over her silver, curvy body. Shinning in all her glory with a fresh wax job -- thanking her for all she's done for me these past few months . . . THE BITCH wouldn't start! In the last 12 months, I have spent over $3,000 keeping her alive! My family says I need to let go, but my heart doesn't want to. I know deep down she's getting old and she's having fuel line/sensor issues. I do want to get a more fuel efficient vehicle, but I don't have a stable enough job that support a strong enough income to pay back student loans, credit card debt, AND a new car note. My baby is already paid for . . . no matter how bad her condition may be. I love to hate you.

Once again I'm fixated on CNN, but this time it's on the Republican National Convention. I haven't seen so many white old people and cowboy hats since I left Fort Worth, TX. There seems to be an equal ratio of blonde hair and bald spots . . . go figure. I like how Fred Thompson looks and sounds like Dr. Phil. I feel bad for all those log cabin republicans. Ummmm, who's ever heard of Gov. Palin? Doesn't she look like Tina Fey? She's only been a Governor since 2006! Ooh, and her 17 year old daughter is pregnant (living in a state that teaches Abstinence-Only education). I like how McCain support Viagra for Men, but not Birth Control for Women. McCain's wife looks like she could be his daughter . . . oh wait, she could be.

Can't we just get 5% of all the Presidential votes to a 3rd, or possibly even a 4th party? Let's be honest, republicans and democrats may seem to be two different sides, but they're still of the same privileged coin. In a dichotomous world: White/Black, Male/Female, Night/Day, Gay/Straight, Top/Bottom . . . we need to realize there are Multi-Racial, Queer or Trans, Dawn or Dusk, Bi, Vers. I donno. I'm going to be honest, I'm probably going to vote Blue . . . but it would be nice to have a 3rd or 4th party tapping into the Election Fund.

On Wednesday, my work schedule was posted on-line. I was scheduled to work 5 days in a row (no sweat), Thursday - Monday. Over the weekend, I decided that I needed to earn a little extra money; I picked-up a shift for Wednesday. This morning, my manager asked if I could pick-up a shift for tomorrow. Now, I'm working 7 days in a row . . . oy vey.

BTW, I was recently certified to be a server (last Saturday), so we'll see how I do. I guess since I was able to get a BA, I should be able to handle serving in Beverly Hills. We'll see . . .