BLARGHLE

It's been almost a year since I posted. Sorry.

Also, BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

GSP not GPS

Today, I coined the term "Gay Service Provider" or GSP if you're into acronyms. I like that it has a double meaning. It's someone who provides not only the intended service, but an additional "Gay Service." An example of what I mean, might be the difference between the kind of service you experience with your straight massage therapist, and your Gay hairdressor. It's that comfortable, catty rapport you have with a girl friend, without actually having a relationship outside of the place where you receive the service (salon, dental office, etc.)

I have a dearth of GSPs. I have one I can think of, which led to my coining of the term.

To be fair and honest, Google has 6 documents listing the term "gay service provider," but I can say that reading these documents, it is never implied that these people provide a specifically "GAY" service. They provide a service, and also sexually identify as gay. There are plenty of homosexual "service" providers, that one might never call their "gay service provider," simply for the fact that those people may not easily be identified by their sexual orientation.

I, of course, am talking about people for whom sexual identification is a large part of their personal identity. I have straight friends and colleagues who might have "gay" personalities, and as such, I would easily call them my "gay service providers" if they happened to be people I could talk to about Madonna and Kathy Griffin and how great Hugh Jackman looks in spandex and there was then no further obligation to pursue social interactions.

So, when Gay Service Provider becomes all the rage [sic], you heard it here first, kids.

The week from shit

To recap, I have lost my wallet (granted, some very nice person returned it), had the bag stolen off my bike seat when it was raining and had my brand new bike light and tire lights stolen.

I wish I could find them and cut off their goddamned hands and shit leprosy in the stumps.

Seriously, first of all, who steals a PLASTIC BAG?

And then, who spends the time to unscrew all the accessories off my bike? And why didn't anybody say anything?

This is ruining my day. RUINING IT!!! RUINED!

Blowing off steam

I needed to blow off some steam last night, so I punched a sign, parkoured, snuck into skydome, walked across the floor, posed in front of the CN tower, stole an apple in the path, climbed the metal "mountain" in front of the convention centre and conquered Nathan Philip's Square.

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Also, Cristal is my Showgirls boyfriend. The best part, I KNEW IT!!!

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