visual (ms.)representation

i'd like to start by apologizing for giving a false definition of "danube." while it's true, the word "danube" may refer to the famous river in eastern europe, i believe the restaurant "danube" actually means the following: the slow, hardly frequented craphole attractive only to first generation bulgarian seniors, age 60 and + who consistently tip $3, regardless if the bill is $10 or $60.

did i mention it was very modernly decorated?

last night, stoyan and i were working together when he asked me if i had a boyfriend. i told him i'm currently into girls (and trannies). thinking he was being open-minded, or something, he replied with, "that's cool. everyone has a choice." to which i wanted to say that i didn't think it was a matter of choice, but i figured that was a lot for our first night together. not to mention it was my first time coming out to coworkers not in a college setting.
this morning a total of four people came to the restaurant. i was not a happy slav.
good thing i got a new job, huh.

so jax is a vegan restaurant located just off santa monica blvd and westwood. it's about a 20 minute walk, maybe 10 min on nimbus? it's run by mrs. and mr. jewey2008. a fresh-faced, freckled, curley-haired girl and her beautiful bearded (queer?) brother run the joint, with about three or so extra pairs of hands. don, the brother, could rival samual beam for prettiest.beard.ever.

they've got lunch and dinner and juices and coffees and great wall coloring. and i feel like it would be a lot easier to trans into vegetarianism working at a veeg place. and i finally feel like i'm ready to give up meat, because this internal hypocrasy may be eating away at my stomach lining. although, i don't think the fish will ever go. the eel&cuc roll is just... too... good...


tonight i played fifth wheel with my roommate and her girlfriend significant other and a dyke couple in north hollywood. although, to be fair, lulu and i did the most shacking up, and even though some people don't recognize beastiality... anyhoo, they've made it their mission to set me up, which is awkward enough for obvious reasons, not to mention everyone they know is 30. and, okay, i'm no ageist, but unless your name is julie schutten, i'm not interested grandma.

tomorrow is my first day at ms. i think i have to take four different bus routes to get there. looks like i'm setting out at 4am. let's be real, i've got a worse sense of direction than kappa alpha's cummulative gpa, and i just know i'm going to end up in the valley. or worse, east l.a. then i'm hanging out with the man that made me believe--in male bisexuality, that is. i met walter at camp chateaugay in new york last year and i instantly pinned him as a fudgepacking. but a summer of late nights and frontal pussy bump sincerely swayed me. i figured i'd never see him again, him being a free-lance actor in la, me being a porn star in flagstaff... it's hard to schedule those rendez-vous's. it's been about a year, and i'm ready for my camp reunion.