Howdy doody everybody!


There was sunlight all day today! Yall know what that means right? Summer is coming! Woot! I can't wait 'till it's here so I can slut around in bikini swimsuits and grace midtown with my shirt off. So many things to tell you. First of all, I'd been sick. Every time I'm sick I joke that I have HIV. So that means that it's a reminder to get tested soon!


So all I've really been doing is working a lot and keeping it low, especially since I've been sick. That and I must be super frugal (so I can buy only two Gucci shirts per month instead of five) since I'm moving into my own place. Yes! Romeo will be getting the keys to his own apartment on March 20th! This is the first time I have never lived in an apartment. Spoiled me have been in beautiful houses all my life (with the exception of Yosemite's dorm, but that was considered luxurious living there). This will also be the very first time in my life that I'll be living all by myself. I hate being alone. I hate! I hate! I hate! *Deep breathhh...* Ok, maybe it's not so bad afterall... kinda liberating. I'm my own man with my own space. What shall I ever do? Watch TV? BBQ on the balcony? Meditate? ...Ehhh... I'll probably be at the Mercantile Bar LOL


I must say, furniture shopping is bitch when you're on a budget! I went around and around bargain places like Beck's and American Furniture (who claims to be going out of business for like he past four years now, I swear!) Beck's sucks ass. American Furniture has a lot of great deals, however, I must be careful and not go over my budget since I also have bills and rent to pay. I've already picked out my entire bedroom set. It's the cutest espresso bed frames with leather padded head board, matching night stand, dresser, and mirror for $595... not bad right? Then mattress for nearly $400. I guess I'll start with that. Then next paycheck: I'll start getting a living room set and then dining room set, so on and so forth. Oh gone are the days when I was rich. Thanks dear economy. Fuck my life!


Of course, I've already made a registry at Target and have been putting things on the list for a house warming party. It's all more in fun and laughs than anything. All I want is my lovely friends to join me in celebrating a new chapter in my life, no gifts necessary! The party is entitled: Emancipation Of Romeo. Yes, yes... I jipped it from Mariah. Well, who cares? Fuck that Aries and her 8 octaves self! Out with the old and in with the new (that's the diva in me talking).


Last night I went to my dear friend Pope's: T is for Thailand party. I jetted there straight from work. I haven't seen Pope since I first moved back to Sacramento. I ran into him are Care's clinic when Hinchman and I was there to get tested. Pope bought house in West Sacramento near where Biles and I used to be. On my way to Pope's house, I'm horrible with direction, but when my navigator directed me to exit Jefferson, my heart started to pound pretty hard. I do not travel the road of Jefferson anymore. I'm flooded with memories. No, not of Biles. Not of our happy relationship when everything was perfect in that West Sacramento home before it all got fucked up in New Mexico. "Turn right on Marshall Rd." my navigator said. Yes, that's it! I knew Marshall Rd. was coming up and I just wanted to stop the car and turn back. I'm still not over the passing of my dear friend Rob Marshall. Yes, you all have heard the story of Marshall's passing so I will not repeat it. I reminded myself that if I was to pass, I wouldn't want my loved ones to be sad forever. Marshall has passed. I cannot do anything about it besides continue living. I arrived at Pope's party and had a good time. I was so exhausted that I played the wall flower role all night. There was a billion people, Thai food, mariachi band, booz and a guy even proposed to girl. Pope kept on trying to hook me up with people all night and one guy kept scoping me out. I, however, declined all offers and suggestions since I'm seeing Schlagel.


Speaking of, Schlagel and I have been seeing each other for a bit now. We're both sick at the same time so we haven't seen each other since our last date to see Dear John. He's getting over his and I'm hope to get over mine. I'm coming over to cuddle with my man on Wednesday night and we're having nearly the whole Thursday together. We plan on getting tested just for the sake of a bonding experience (and it's about time I get tested again), look around furniture shopping, lunch and then we'll be seeing the play Chicago that he got us tickets for. I can't wait. Besides my head pounding, stuffy nose and achy body... I also am starting to break out. I'm sure it's due to stress (mostly work), but it happens every summer. It's time to get back on Accutane it looks like so I've made an appointment with new a dermatologist for April 1st. I'm so sick of Accutane, will there come a day when I will never break out again?


Alrighty kids, this is a long enough entry (gotta make up for falling behind). I'll try to get new photo galleries up tonight, but I highly doubt I'll get around to it now that I just popped a gabapentin (super vicodine). Woot! Zzzzzzz!