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December 14, 2005

Ambien CR

* I really need some of that. I've been sleeping like crap. Perhaps I'll ask my therapist for some (or, perhaps, a cute doctor who likes my blog will send me some free samples. Thanks). I really should have gone into pharmacology. I seem to know more about drugs than he does. I'm serious.

My pharmacy has moved. This sux cuz it was so close before. Now I have to walk, like, far. The worst thing is they have moved next door to a popular gay bath house. Yeah, um, if you see me walking in that direction, I am going to the pharmacy, got it?

I walk into my pharmacy. A pleasant man asks, "Can I help you?" I say, "Hi. I need to pick up a prescription. My last name is...." Before I start saying my name, he has scurried off to find my prescription. I'm sorry, have we been introduced before? That's sad. I'm the "Norm" of my pharmacy. This can't be good.

I used to live in a building called the Wardman. Such a fun time. It was like living in "Tales of the City" or "Melrose Place." We all knew each other. I really miss it. But it's no longer like that. Most of the originals have moved on but we're all still in contact and good friends.

Anyway, we did have a Mrs. Madgrigal type figure in the building. He was such a character. Anytime I had trouble sleeping, Mrs. Magrigal would say, "Honey, just come on up here and let me get ya something to make you sleep through the night." So I would. And I would sleep like a baby. I miss those days. And Mrs. Madgrigal.

* The movie is called "Brokeback Mountain," not "Bareback Mountain." Calling it "Bareback Mountain" was funny in November. It's December.

* I hate when people tell me that I look like someone. If I don't know the person that I "look like," I, instinctively, ask if I can see what the other person looks like. This is always a mistake. My good friend, Joe, told me I looked like some guy from bigmuscle.com. Of course, this intrigued me because the majority of men on that site are HOT. So Joe shows me who I supposedly look like. I look at the photo, then I look at Joe and say, "Joe, I don't have Down's Syndrome. Do I look like I have Down's Syndrome? Oh my God." He says no. I don't believe him. "Well, according to this picture, if I don't look like I have Down's, I certainly look like I could work at Melwood." Not that there is anything wrong with it, just not my type.

Moral of the story: Never ask for proof.

Posted by durban bud at December 14, 2005 1:06 PM