Dj Dynastys life

I sit here the Sunday after the U.S. Thanksgiving thinking to myself, I don’t need a date on a calender to sit and reflect what I’m thankful for. You see, On thanksgiving day, my oven decided that was the moment in time that it wanted to die. We ended up at Kieth’s sisters for thanksgiving. For those of you who don’t know her personally, get a corkscrew, and stab yourself in the eye, then use lemon juice to heal the pain, and you’ll experience the pain she causes me every day of my life. But I digresss and I survived, waking up early on Friday Morning to go to Sears at 5AM to get a washing machine for $199 that came out to about $280 with delivery and taxes, none the less it was a bargin!! They are backordered and I won’t be recieiving it until after December 8th Ugh!

Saturday was the best though. I didn’t do any shopping, instead Kieth, my mother and I went up to the far northern suburbs to have a belated thanksgiving with my Aunt. She had already planned on pushing hers back two days because she needs 2 days to cook anyway. Canadian’s have the right idea celebrating it on a Monday so you can prepare all weekend. There was 10 of us total at Dinner, she is one of the best cooks I know, and taught me how to make “Ghetto Mac & Cheese” Although that’s not the offical name she uses when she makes it, but it’s the nickname Kieth and I gave it after we started only eating baked Mac and Cheese. Anyway, back to the really good food before my ADHD takes me off onto italian soul food. She made a turkey that was to die for. Now my mom had a little problem of drying out the turkey’s when I was growing up. Its not as bad as it used to be thinking back, but none the less nothing can beat a smoked turkey. Real Mashed Potato’s, gravy that was just SO damn good you wanted to drink it right out of the gravy boat. Seriouslly! It was so good that pouring it on other food would have wrecked the flavor and quality of the gravy! Her green beans were O.K. I personally like southern style made with bacon or ham. She also did corn, glazed carots, ham and pineapple with a home made glaze, Corn Bread, Wheat Rolls, and stuffing which I was unable to eat, as I knew it would be bothering my teeth later. I almost forgot, Devilled Eggs, 2 dozen of those little suckers! I’m not an egg person. To me it’s like an “Almost” Chicken!

Her deserts included Strawberry Shortcakes, HOME MADE Whipped Cream and shortcake. Hell, The only thing she didn’t make at home was growing the strawberries herself, a chocolate molten cake, vanilla ice cream, apple pie, and the traditional pumpkin pie.

 But nothing would be complete without mentioning those mouth watering crunchy chocolate chip cookies that she really needs to send me a few hundred dozen for Christmas. That’s all I want from her this year *hint hint* is cookies. Peanut Butter if you’re feeling really nice

I give the meal 5 stars out of a possible 4, and think a repeat performance should be planned for both Christmas, and New Years. If we were Jewish, I’d be camping out at her house for 8 nights of some damn good cooking!

 My New Years Resolution is to not eat until after July 4th, possibly later depending on Christmas dinner!

Well, Now that I’ve got everyone’s attention, let me just first say that I fucking absolutely hate my life most days. I have the bitchiest lover that has ever been created. I’ve been willing to do anything for him the entire time we’ve been together, but what do I get from him? nothing, nota zip zilch, mostly using my hand. And yet in a year I’m supposed to marry this under sexed creature. Figure that the fuck out.

Why am I such a bitch? In all honesty, that’s just my personality type. I know what things can trigger to make me more of a bitch than normal. Things such as interuption or destruction of my daily pattern. A couple times a week, my best friend and I would go out to either lunch, or dinner. You see, I used to have a really wonderful circle of my closer friends. Last May of 2006, one of them passed away. When he passed away, I sort of paired off with Neil. He and I became like the brothers we were both thankful our parents never bothered to have.  We’d always joke around, and make wise cracks, almost like those two old guys on the muppets. We were eternally bitter together, and it was great! LOL But the end of July he started packing to move, Now last year when I helped him pack and move, it was so he could move 4 blocks away. This time, it was so he could move 2,000 miles away. To Miami of all places. We both always knew how much he absolutely HATED living in the cold of Chicago, but none the less, I always assumed he’d be part of my daily life and routine until the end of time. So now my routine is broken, pieces are missing. Even with Kieth back it’s just not the same, I tried going to Roscoes on monday night for the bad singing contest and just felt so out of place without someone equally as bitchy as I can be to help make fun of the people. Even Mango the tragic drag queen provided little entertainment! The most fun I managed to have all night was at a pizza place called “Pie Hole Pizzera” The menu’s were fulled with sexual terms all over them.

So here I am, another year older, I was talking to the owner of Roscoes Monday night, I congratulated him on a 20 year anniversary, and mentioned to him that I was at the 10 year anniversary party. He asked me how old I was to which I replied “21, and I bet you wonder how good my fake ID’s were 10 years ago!” My partner of course had to say my real age, which indicated I still did use a fake ID for that party. Roscoes for me was the club where it all began, and ended.

So the thumpa thumpa continues as it always will no matter what happens, no matter who is president. as our lady of disco the divine Gloria Gaynor has sung to us, I will survive.

Alright, So my birthday was yet another funfilled day of drama.  You see, my entire life, getting old was the thing I feared most. So I’m always an emotional wreck around my birthday anyway. Compile that with Kieth just being his usual cold hearted self, and you’ve got some fun. That’s as much as I feel like writing now. I’m boing back to bed. Rather sleep the rest of the week.

OK, so this is pissing me off, at around 3AM I woke up because I couldn’t sleep, had a headache. Par for the course when you have high blood pressure. 

So I open my e-mail. 200 comments on my posts on my blog to moderate. I figured it was my mail server screwing up and telling me 200 times that I had 2 comments. WRONG! These spammers had gone mad, or happy in some case, because they thought my website would be a great source of their spam. I’m really pissed that my web hosting company doesn’t have a better way to block out the spam, because these guys are always spoofing my e-mail addresses, and flooding ALL my e-mail addresses with junk e-mail that is unwanted, and unwelcome. If these spammers could actually read my site, they would know I’m gay, so I wouldn’t need horny, big breasted women with dripping wet pussies who want me. They would also know that I don’t own a home, so refinancing doesn’t apply either. As far as penis size, it doesn’t need to get any bigger; I’ve got a partner, who can barely take all of it as it is. And now onto those horny big dicked studs you send me who have 8″ of throbbing hard meat that are just waiting to stroke for me. Bitch please, that’s small, compared to the 11×7 that I can get to stroke for me on command. 

 Now let’s get onto the market place shit that you’re insistent I need. I don’t need imported electronics, I don’t need to save money below retail, cause quite honestly if it didn’t come from a real brick and mortar store (or the online web presence of that same store style) Then I’m not interested, because if it can’t be returned (or that store can’t be threatened with a bomb because they refuse to take the return) then I don’t want it. To me it’s worth the extra money to get the customer service, because I’ve HAD so much bad luck with products. Sony makes the best products right? Yea, OK let’s talk about the DVD player that barely works, the TV with 1 blown speaker, the stereo system that’s even worse, and the computer that burst into flames because it was built with Sony components, and it didn’t have a laptop battery in it! 

 About the only thing Sony that has worked decently well, was a refurbished or used Original play station that my Aunt got Kieth & I for Christmas about 6 or 7 years ago, not the PS1, but the first design of the case, you know, the one that actually had flaws that the redesigned compact one was supposed to fix. Well, that’s the only Sony product I’ve never had a problem with. It still works, and I still play crash bandicoot when I can’t sleep. 

 Auto Auctions & Government Seizure sales is the other thing I get shit loads of spam about, in fact while posting this, 4 more comments were attempted on my website, to tell me about various auctions, one was even an actual eBay auction. I’m sorry, QUIT. I don’t own a car right now, have no desire to own a car, don’t want to be bothered with owning a car, I don’t want to pay for car insurance, high gas prices, etc. When it all boils down to it, I always end up being the DD at every party, that’s bad enough. But when I actually own a car, I’m the one now called at 3AM to pick one of my drunken friends up in Chicago who’s so drunk he managed to get lost and end up on the far south side and can’t find his way back home. Since I’ve suddenly “found god” and quit doing all those wild crazy things, I don’t care to be bothered. 

So to all the get rich quick, while saving money, increasing your penis size, and losing weight while quitting smoking and having hot horny babes cum for you live on web cam spammers. Here’s to you. The comments section is now blocked by anyone who does not get pre-approved! 

And PS, Thanks for the offer of a mail order bride, but I’d rather have a mail order male sex slave from slave4master.com the blond type from the Netherlands would be nice, If you can arrange that, we’ll talk, as I’m already engaged, but he’s lost a lot of interest in sex himself. Sadly my drive will never slow down. 

Another Excuse for people to drink. Seriouslly! Not that I don’t have a problem with that, as I am a drag queen and have been well versed in drinking until you are clinging to the green grass to prevent yourself from falling off the earth. But those were my younger days, and I honestly can’t tell you how long it’s been since I’ve had a drink. I remember getting pretty toasted during coronation in October, but other than that, I couldn’t honestly tell you. Since I started managing my acid reflux, and trying to lose weight, I’ve quit drinking, I havn’t done drugs in over 2 years, which had made me really boring. Now back to the topic at hand, I think it’s a cool Holiday and all, but it kind of falls into the catagory of Weird Hallmark Holidays that no one understands why it was put there in the first place. My years of Catholic school taught me that St. Patrick was the patrain saint of Ireland, although he was actually born in England, and captured and taken as a slave to Ireland.  Again, I think this falls under weird religious stuff that I don’t understand to much of, and it’s an entire catagory on wikipedia.org that I avoid. Chicago does a lot of cool things around St. Patrick’s day. They have the south side irish St. Patricks day parade which I think is a week earlier than the offical parade for the city. They dye the Chicago River Green, which isn’t much of a change of it’s normal color during the rest of the year.

 That being said, I found a new Marshall Fields Tribute Website. www.darrid.com and the link will be listed on my links site. Since we’re talking about Green and the Chicago obsession with St. Patricks day given the very large irish population!

It’s valentines day morning, and I can’t sleep. The reason. Because I havn’t really purchased anything special for my lover this year. Normally the presents were of such quality that they could only be obtained from Marshall Fields.

To those who don’t know. Marshall Fields was a retail establishment in Chicago, however, it was respected world wide. It was the first department store in the US to import things from Europe, Compliments of Mr. Fields’ former partner Mr. Selfridge who moved to London and agreed to export goods for him. Marshall Fields also was the first bridal registry in the world, as well as the first department store to extend credit to it’s customers. My wedding registry was started at Marshall Fields before the conversion. The registry does not allow for 2 grooms, So my registry items were deleted. When I expressed concern (bitched) I was told Macy’s doesn’t support my lifestyle, and to shop elsewhere.

 Most Marshall Fields shoppers have however left to Nordstrom, and I would in a heart beat except for one thing. They don’t offer a wedding registry! That’s my main point of shopping. If I end up succeeding in getting a Neiman Marcus credit card, as I already have obtained a Macy’s credit card, granted, only 2 months ago. I will move my registry.

 Macy’s also discontinued something else that is rather important to me. Big and Tall Sizes, not only of the designers, but of private labels. Field Gear was known for it’s big and tall sizes. My partner is very tall, I’m rather big. So we shopped at Fields a lot. People who are big understand that it’s hard to find clothes, that are quality. Most of the speciality stores end up having quality issues with the clothing. I can’t tell you how many pairs of over priced pants I’ve purchased at Casual Male that don’t even last to the second washing because they rip in the exact same spot along the rear pocket.

And for those of you wondering what exactly I did get my BF for Valentines day? I’ve sent him 2 musical cards. “Just to see you smile” and “You’re still the one” are the songs in each, a hand written love letter with 8 gummy roses (that’s how long we’ve been together) some sexy underwear, a rose scented candle, and his ultimate indulgence. thin mint girl scout cookies!

Til Next time Watch the commerical below.

Marshall Fields Commerical

Voice your opinion against Macy’s www.fieldsfanschicago.org and call Federated and complain about every single problem you have at 800-264-0069 at Macy’s and Bloomingdales!

It’s valentines day morning, and I can’t sleep. The reason. Because I havn’t really purchased anything special for my lover this year. Normally the presents were of such quality that they could only be obtained from Marshall Fields.

To those who don’t know. Marshall Fields was a retail establishment in Chicago, however, it was respected world wide. It was the first department store in the US to import things from Europe, Compliments of Mr. Fields’ former partner Mr. Selfridge who moved to London and agreed to export goods for him. Marshall Fields also was the first bridal registry in the world, as well as the first department store to extend credit to it’s customers. My wedding registry was started at Marshall Fields before the conversion. The registry does not allow for 2 grooms, So my registry items were deleted. When I expressed concern (bitched) I was told Macy’s doesn’t support my lifestyle, and to shop elsewhere.

 Most Marshall Fields shoppers have however left to Nordstrom, and I would in a heart beat except for one thing. They don’t offer a wedding registry! That’s my main point of shopping. If I end up succeeding in getting a Neiman Marcus credit card, as I already have obtained a Macy’s credit card, granted, only 2 months ago. I will move my registry.

 Macy’s also discontinued something else that is rather important to me. Big and Tall Sizes, not only of the designers, but of private labels. Field Gear was known for it’s big and tall sizes. My partner is very tall, I’m rather big. So we shopped at Fields a lot. People who are big understand that it’s hard to find clothes, that are quality. Most of the speciality stores end up having quality issues with the clothing. I can’t tell you how many pairs of over priced pants I’ve purchased at Casual Male that don’t even last to the second washing because they rip in the exact same spot along the rear pocket.

And for those of you wondering what exactly I did get my BF for Valentines day? I’ve sent him 2 musical cards. “Just to see you smile” and “You’re still the one” are the songs in each, a hand written love letter with 8 gummy roses (that’s how long we’ve been together) some sexy underwear, a rose scented candle, and his ultimate indulgence. thin mint girl scout cookies!

Til Next time Watch the commerical below.

Marshall Fields Commerical

Voice your opinion against Macy’s www.fieldsfanschicago.org and call Federated and complain about every single problem you have at 800-264-0069 at Macy’s and Bloomingdales!

I’ve been reading stuff on the internet about the Toronado in Florida. That is truely a freak Tornado, even for the region, to happen in Febuary. What I don’t get is people are actually complaining because their cell phones aren’t working? HELLO! YOU RETARD! The tower got blown away, Now get on your broom and go back to Oz you bitch!

 I remember the human race being much better during “My” Tornado. Yes, That’s right, It was my very own Tornado. a gift from god on my 10th birthday to remind me that I shouldn’t have such an ego. But alas, he didn’t win, and the last week of August every even year, he tries again and again to take me out! None the less, for those who need further reading, here is the wikipedia entry on My Tornado.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Plainfield_Tornado

Back to the topic. I remember Indiana bell bringing trucks in full of payphones so people could call, ANYONE anywhere, for free. I remember Cellular One going door to door with the police with bag phones as they evacuated my neighborhood because of gas leaks asking if they needed to call someone. I remember seeing the neighbors help each other fix the damage. And 17 years later. One neighbor still has a hole in his siding he refuses to fix, just to remind him every day of the destructive power of Tornado’s.

So for all my readers. Next time a Natural disaster hits, and your phone, computer, or any other electronic device of the 21st centuary does not work. SHUT THE FUCK UP! Let the emergency personal use the chanels on Nextel, and you stay the fuck off your direct connect. You don’t need to be chirpin your ho’s and drug dealers. Cops and EMT’s need to locate people, save their lives. etc. So sit back, Enjoy your health. You have it, You’re still alive. And let the people do the jobs they are paid to do. After all this is why we pay telecommuncations taxes.

So I’m guessing either I’m really retarded, or just don’t understand sports. I personally liked the locker room activities over the actual sporting events themselves, Unless of course it’s diving or gymnastics, in which you can watch the beauty of the human body move.

 Anyway. The Chicago Bears are going to the superbowl, something I’m told happened about 20ish years ago last time they won. Now it’s great to support the home team and all that other crap. But what I don’t get is people from around a certain city refer to teams as “Mine” like “My Bears” or “My Cubbies” or “My Bulls” or “My Dodgers” you get the picture.  No team belongs to any one person, except for the media mogul who owns the team.

I also understand rooting for the team when you’re IN the stadium. That makes sense, the team can hear you, and feel your energy. But yelling at the TV? That makes about as much sense as watching televised fishing shows. Like the team will actually hear you? are you that fucking retarded? Do you think you can like pick up the phone and call Ditka and cuss him out over a play? as if he would even take your call. (is he still even a coach anymore?)

People keep talking about the superbowl, and I couldn’t tell ya the last superbowl I actually watched. But I know what commericals come out every year, and the half time show. Also remember the year Cher did the National Anthem. I recorded that and have done that version in drag several times.

Now about other random bitches I’ve done. I ended up censoring my long 2 page bitch about my job and everything along with it. It was mostly written while I was mad. See, I work with my family, and for anyone who’s ever considered working at the family business. DONT! Go to McDonalds. Hell, Work retail. No ammount of abuse in the real world can ever compare to the tension your family can create when you work with them if something doesn’t end up going right.

That being said, On to the revised rant. My aunt and uncle purchased a car for me. The gesture was nice, but when I researched the car a bit, I had some concerns. When I brought up those concerns, I was ripped into for being ungrateful, which further made me madder, which lead to me to post the post which is now censored, which then caused more arguments, which is why the post ended up censored, because I’m never allowed to speak my mind (in my opinion) See, The issues I have is this, it’s a 1989. So it’s getting up there in years. Now to say I’m the unluckiest person on the planet would not be much of a strech of the truth in anyway. When it comes to General Motors vehicles, that’s pretty much dead on the nail. My first 4 cars were GM’s. I ended up stranded in the weirdest places, that I felt safer driving a 1982 Mercury Cougar, than a 2000 Grand Am. So what may be road worthy in my uncles eyes, because of my bad experiences, and paranoia, I would still rely on public trans 90% of the time anyway. (Not to mention for $4.00 I can go anywhere I need to in the Chicagland area all day)

Secondly, it came from eBay. I’ve had numerous problems with transactions from eBay that were legit, and even more problems with transactions occuring on eBay using my login that were not legit in anyway! So I have a bit of a concern, if the story behind the car (being the sellers grandfather) is accurate, if the problems listed are actually honest, as this car wasn’t sold as road worthy, it was being sold as a fixer upper.  How long will it take to fix, because the water pump on said vehicle, needs to be replaced, that requires pulling the engine to get to said water pump. Could fixing one problem, create new problems? People say I worry to much, and it’s true. Since my mom is disabled and this would be used to drive her back and forth to work, I can’t afford for things to go wrong. It’s not like if I got stranded I could just figure out the bus schedules where ever I am to get home. It’s getting her home that’s the act of god.

But because I even mentioned any of the concerns I have, I’m an ungrateful brat in my families eyes, and don’t need a car. I personally don’t care either way. Having a car holds me hostage in the suburbs at my mother’s beck and call. Not having a car allows me to actually be in the city for extended time periods. Which allows me to look for apartments, and look for jobs outside of working for the family company. That way I can get health care that’s affordable, instead of the health care they offer that’s got a very high deductible.

I got yelled at so much last Monday about my now censored post, that I was sitting there ready to just end it all that night. I found out from other sources that an entire bottle of blood pressure pills along with soaking in a cold tub will cause such a rapid reduction in blood pressure that the heart would actually stop. Considering I had already planned it out, and had two whole bottles of Blood Pressure pills (had to make sure it worked!) my friends downtown basiclly told me to get down there asap. Which worked well since I had a doctors appointment on Thursday, which ended up being pushed to Friday. So Tuesday after work, I got dropped off at my friends apartment in Chicago. It was calming and relaxing. Friday I had to come back up north to borrow the car to take my mom to the doctors on Saturday. The tension was so extreme for the 20 minutes I was around my aunt, that I went right back to feeling that I was insignificant, and my opinion didn’t matter. The good thing is I will be starting counseling the 29th of January. My friends collectively decided to gang up on me, and decided it is the best thing for me, and to be medicated in the process. I keep telling them I’ll be fine…for now. See the most important thing in my life is having my wedding on October 5th 2008. October 6th is when they should start worrying about me doing something drastic and being medicated to prevent it from happening.