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but back to the "whatever happened?" topic, i was in the supermarket today, and discovered that chef boyardee no longer makes pasta in those little shapes with meatballs anymore! you know their version of spaghetti-os that was much, much better?! spaghetti-os still exist, and their letters and numbers, but the chef only makes ravioli, beefaroni, lasagna... and what's up with lasagna in a can, anyway? i mean seriously, who does he think he's fooling, here. i want my old chef back .

those are they!!! totally ridiculous, and all about pride, really. although i bet a lot of their wearers don't even think about it enough to know what it means .

i guess it was the old question when we were kids about how they put the cream in, because there didn't seem to be a hole in the sides (or is there, you guys?). also, the spongey stuff isn't really cake; so what is it? and what is the cream, anyway? it just seems like lard or shortening to me - something really gross. it's just not right somehow, i guess. sorry to the twinkie fans. and my parents didn't let me have the ones you're talking about, vic. i only got to eat the ones that they liked, too, which wasn't a bad thing at all, really. my mom liked entenmann's coffee cakes and would buy their donut and donut holes, and my dad would buy dutch mill's glazed donuts. i don't know if dutch mill is still around; i think not, actually. but they were high quality and the dense, saturated kind that people forgo these days in favor of those bullshit krispy kreme ones that have no substance at all - blech. my mom and we also made cookies from scratch a lot. loads o' fun and soooo good. every tuesday morning was pancake morning, biscuits on the weekend (both from scratch, too) and we made the best birthday cakes . yummy...

i do hate it when my room is bright; my old bedroom in my last apt. was way too bright. but i refuse to leave the club if it's still dark out - unless it's here in bullshit l.a., where most clubs close at 4. to me, if it's still dark out, the night isn't over and there's more fun to be had. i guess the reverse of it is seeing an afternoon movie and emerging from the theater in the sun; i feel as though i've just wasted a few hours of what would have been a productive day, as opposed to having a fun evening.

what do you mean by "geographically challenged"? you're in a cp home city, unlike san francisco (and what's up with that, anyway?), for instance.

sounds SOOOOOOO fabulous ; we should eat sweets !!!

then, will SOMEBODY POST IT ALREADY !!! sheesh...

my co-worker henry has these to offer. he's a real ladykiller, with these: "i'm horny, so... wanna fuck?" "i don't see any cute girls in here, so, i guess you'll do." but i like this one: "if you were a booger, i'd pick you."

you're too sweet ...

i'm sorry, gmc, i know exactly how that feels, and with my last relationship i even counted days because it was his turn to call and i wanted to see how long he would let it go, taking it to mean that that was proportional to how much he valued our relationship. and, being that the last time we had spoken he knew i had a fever over 101 degrees and then he didn't call me for a whole week, i knew that he really didn't give a shit. i was at home, sick as a dog, off from work, and he didn't even call once to ask how i was feeling. he just took a break from calling me 'cause he figured that i probably was out of commission for a while and wouldn't be able to have sex, because that's all i was to him. i remember, back in the day, i used to stay at home, in case a certain person would call. i can't live like that anymore, also because that always tended to jinx things, as silly as that may sound. i guess i was being taught a lesson.

i think i may have been fake numbered, you guys ; it's hella embarrassing, but i'm admitting it here on cp 'cause y'all is my fam and whatnot and you know the scum out there and don't tell me you've done it. now, there have been guys who've asked me for my number who i've not wanted to go out with. and it's hard to say, "gee, buddy, you're obnoxious/stupid/ugly/whathaveyou and i would never go out with you, even if you paid all of my student loans and got me the career of my dreams," right to his face. and i am not perfect, and i have faults, like everyone else, but one thing i am not, is a liar. i'm not making any promises or saying that i will say yes if he will call me and ask for a date, but i will not give him a fake number, because that is patronizing, disrespectful, and hurtful, and, as we've discussed in a previous wisdom column, lies always come back to you. this town, this clubtown, usa, whichever one you're in, is too small for you to not eventually run into this person again. and when you do, you will be exposed for the asshole and coward you are for giving out fake numbers. now, people to whom i have given my number have called me and asked me out, and i've said no, for the good reasons that i've had. and they were all true and valid. it was not necessary for me to embarrass these men in public or be mean, and, over the phone, it was all very nice and not a big deal. and who's to say that they were actually gonna call, anyway? maybe it was all gonna be a big deal over nothing. the last person to whom i gave my number that i didn't really want to see again ended up being my boyfriend for four months. life's a gamble, people; you can't win if you don't put down the winning numbers.

well, i can't talk smack about those pics 'cause gallic is on the board, but they are most disappointing (by the way, gallic, where's your review ?) . it's not his fault, though; it was very hard to get decent pics in that place, with all the f'-ing smoke!!! (and there is one in there of paul looking very humble and cute - you caught the essence of him exactly .) i was thinking about the pink panther the other day!!! i met someone who looked like peter sellers but hadn't heard of him when i told him he looks like him. i sang him the song, which he recognized, but he hasn't had the joy of seeing any of the movies. i should see those again, too. but, on the subject of peter sellers, who i love, you really should see him in "the party," if you haven't. hilarious .

my doc was talking about fear of contamination, which some people worry about. i did go to high school with a girl who got hiv from a transfusion. her transfusion was in the 80s, though, before they screened blood for it. but, i dunno. someone else has different cholesterol levels (even though, if you have high cholesterol, they won't let you donate blood)... i think she was just saying that, if it would put me more at ease, it was an option.

does sound nice... i've never had a twinkie, my whole life. they frighten me .

"white collar" refers to businessmen and such - lawyers, accountants, etc. - people who wear dress shirts that have white collars. blue collar are the tougher jobs where the guys used to wear blue shirts as uniforms (though they're now different colors) - factory, construction, mechanic. this is a little antiquated now, since people who work "white collar" jobs can wear shirts of lots of colors. but i know you've seen those incredibly heinous blue shirts that have a white collar; they're trying to maintain the "white collar" status.

there's love here on the l.a. board for everyone, nourishment, we'd love to have you anytime ! i can't explain why i'm the only one who starts topics here. i hope i'm not scaring everybody away, creating a feeling that i "own" this board or anything . but l.a. will always get the daily dose o' wisdom 'cause it's where i live - sorry. but i post daily on dc, too. and i post on a couple of the others, too, but only this and dc, daily. but we've got gmccookny and joeygk quite a lot, and there are even some people from l.a., too, from time to time ( ); it's not only vic who posts. jeez, why are so many people possessive about vic? since he's so fabulous and you know it, you should understand that he should be shared .

early to bed and an undetermined wake-up time make for a very restful and peaceful sleep. really, going to bed early makes a big difference - we all sleep late when we can, but turning in early brings always me the sweetest dreams and softest slumber . tune in tomorrow.

i have curly hair and, once i sleep on it, it goes straight, flat, and flyaway. also, i have bangs, and they get flat and greasy when i sleep. i have to wash my hair everyday or i really look dirty; i have no choice.

we had a few threads about this in the dc forum recently, but they turned into conversations, so i won't put the links here. they had some good ones, though... but i was bored at work today, and i made one up all by my lonesome. pretend you like it. "are you an orphan? 'cause i wanna be your daddy."

once again, from you, i only see an "x".

me too?

fitty-five bottles of beer on the wall. jeez, with all you greedy-gutses, you're no fun to party with . you'd better pay your part, because i'm gettin' tired of bein' a social drinker while y'all get off my hard-earned dollaz! harumph. fitty-five bottles of beer on the wall fitty-five bottles, i said, and now i'm gonna take one down, and drink it nicely while i talk to those of you who aren't makin' a big mess and dropping your pants and whatnot, and then there will be * and ghhhhhost: is that space girl in your sig?

keep on runnin' (man, that was bad. you'd think i were just trying to gain more posts, or something .)!

i second that! vic's the bestest!