Life through the eyes of a blue eyed Greek

Martinique...

I’m off to La Martinique in about 13 hours from now, so I will be unavailable, unreachable, and enjoying rum punch until further notice.  I’ll be back mid-week, next week, with photos, fabulous stories, and a massive post-vacation depression.  Luckily, I have St. Maartin to look forward to in June, and Fire Island to keep me busy for the rest of the summer.  Being a grown-up is something I’m growing to love.  Well, maybe love is too strong…like.  A grown-up without children, or other huge responsibilities, that is.  :) 1 week ago

Baby Got Book

seriouslythough:

sarahchristine:

jessicalouise:

Re-written by Cheryl Klein of Brooklyn Arden

[Female voice]
Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her book. It is so big. *scoff* She looks like, one of those, librarians’ girlfriends. But, you know, who understands those librarians? *scoff* They only talk to her, because, she looks like a total bibliovore, ‘kay? I mean, her book, is just so big. *scoff* I can’t believe it’s just so thick. It’s like, out there. I mean - gross. Look! She’s just so … smart!

[Sir Reads-a-Lot]
I like big books and I can not lie
You other brothers can’t deny
That when a girl walks in with an big fat book
And glasses on her face
You’re all thrilled, wanna talk to her quick
Cause you notice she’s reading Dickens
Deep in the tote she’s carrying
I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get with you
And read you all night
My homeboys tried to warn me
But that book you got makes me so horny
Ooh, Tolkein - elves!
You say you wanna get in my shelves?
Well, use me, use me
‘Cause you ain’t that average bookie
I’ve seen them readin’
To hell with their speedin’
She’s Zinn, Prynne,
Got it goin’ like Jane Austen
I’m tired of magazines
Sayin’ short books are the thing
Take the average intellectual and ask him that
She gotta cook much book
So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)
Has your girlfriend got big books? (Hell yeah!)
Tell ‘em to read it! (Read it!) Read it! (Read it!)
Read that giant tome!
Baby got book!

(read more …) 

Absolutely awesome.

Absolutely agree.

LOVE IT.  I dedicate this to Batie.  Teeheehee.  :)

1 week ago

Why I am skipping dodgeball tonight...

So, last night at 7pm, I skipped on down to Devachan for my $120 hair cut.  Since it was a place that claims all of it’s “stylists” are “experts” in curly locks, I had relatively little anxiety.  I walked in, was ushered back to a coat check to receive a silk robe and then left to sit and wait for Marvin.  I wasn’t even offered a glass of tap water.  Marvin came out in his ubertight AX black t-shirt, and I immediately realized he was a bitch.  See, there are two types of gay male hairdressers:  your best girlfriend, and your worst enemy.  Your worst enemy has breast envy, looks you up and down with disgust and then makes you feel unworthy of their presence.  They try to steal your man, copy your style, and gossip behind your back.  This is Marvin.  He asked what “we” were doing and I said I’d like 3 - 4 inches off.  Marvin then assumed I’d like a lot of layers, and I pointedly told him that excessive layers turns my hair into a poodle cut.  He insisted on a few.  Whatever.  So he grabs my hair in chunks, pulls it straight out to the side so that it’s at a 90 degree angle to my head and cuts off 3 - 4 a full 8 or 9 inches.  My hair is dry, so there’s no excuse for it.  He’s an “expert”, so he can’t claim he didn’t realize how much he was taking off.  After dividing my hair into 7 (I counted) sections and ripping his gnarly fingers through it, chopping off whole hair communities, he shot me over to Marissa for a wash.  Marissa was a true sweetheart.  She actually spoke to me, and bothered to ask my name (Marvin’s only conversation to me the entire time he was cutting my hair was the layers debacle).  He then insists on using so much product that my hair feels like it hasn’t been washed in three weeks months and then sprays it down with “shine.”  Shine is oil mist for those of you who don’t know.  I’m out in UNDER 50 MINUTES and am out a full $150 (including tip).  Marvin then has the audacity to try and sell me their products.  I reply that I only use Aveda and he mentions he used to work there.  That is the only attempt at conversation he made the entire time.  The receptionist who told me I had “beautiful and stunning hair” on the way in, had a look of panic and shock when I went to pay.  She said, “oooh, wow.  That’s quite a change.  You don’t seem surprised…usually people are shocked.”  I stand stoically and hand her my card.  It’s clear to all of us that he’s ruined my hair.  And killed my spirit.  I’ve already contacted the “principals” and “partner” at the salon about this, so hopefully they’ll offer me a reach around or something to make up for the horrific end result.  The best part?!  When I washed it last night (I absolutely had to, as there was so much product in my hair that it would have ruined my sheets), I realized that the cut IS UNEVEN.  That’s the icing on the cake.  Picture to follow. 1 week ago

damn it

hydeordie:

i have achey breaky heart stuck in my head. wtf!

Dear Hyde,

Thank you for getting Achey Breaky Heart stuck in my head.

Love,

Erin

1 week ago