Sat, May. 21st, 2011, 03:42 pm

Scenes from talking to a gay chef:

Marcel: So where are you?
Me: Vancouver.
Marcel: I always hear really great things about the fish market there.
Me: I don't like fish, sorry :x
Marcel: You and I, we're never speaking again. Never.

Marcel: Do you talk to other people like this?
Me: Well, not like this :x The only other guy I've swooped in from the heavens to specifically harass is Tyce Diorio, he's this choreographer who was -
Marcel: Wait. Tyce Diorio? What does he look like? I think I've met him.
Me: ...
Marcel: Oh, him. Yeah, I've met him briefly. He wanted some of this.
Me: Never say that again. And you're not his type.
Marcel: He's not my type either.
Me: No.

Marcel: Fucking lesbians always have the best gaydar. I bet yours is way better than mine, I can never tell.
Me: ...
Marcel: You didn't even have to ask!
Me: ...
Marcel: What? Why are you looking at me like that?
Me: ...you have a lovebird named Rex.
Marcel: ...how can I tell how you're looking at me? This is so weird.

Marcel: I'm bisexual, anyway. I've had girlfriends.
Me: Wow, I'm legi - after high school?
Marcel: No, I just haven't found any women I wanted to date.
Me: Your high school girlfriends' parents must have loved you.
Marcel: What are you insinuating?
Me: Nothing.
Marcel: Fuck you.

Marcel: I could sue you for sexual harassment.
Me: No you couldn't.
Marcel: No, I couldn't.

Me: Jesus christ, you're even tinier than I thought you were.
Marcel: What?
Me: ...I meant short, dude.
Marcel: You better have. And not -
Me: Short as in stature.
Marcel: You're damn right.

Thu, May. 7th, 2009, 10:53 pm

The guy came into Lush with his new girlfriend. He's a security guard at the mall now, he says.

After they left I clung to my lovely coworker and had to go outside and smoke and try not to throw up. I have no idea why it was so hard. He's ridiculous, and it's not like he actually meant anything to me, or did anything awful when we were together, not really. He was slimy, but... that's it, really. Why this meant I wanted to get my nails underneath my skin and just pull, I have no idea.

I also managed to lose both the ring I got last time in London and Brian's wristband. Today was relatively fail.

Wed, May. 28th, 2008, 08:17 pm
pw.

Feverfew? Catnip?

Anise, maybe...