Hello gentle Americans.  So Ricky Martin came out of the closet.  Supposedly he said, “I am a very fortunate homosexual man.”  Fortunate.  Hmm? What does that mean?  That he has had the best of both worlds now for many years, fooling the heterosexual world and making millions while doing it, and behind the scenes sucking as much dick as he could? I don’t really care about fooling the straight world; if they were stupid enough to believe he was every straight it was there own fault.  For god sakes he was in Menudo.  Weren’t they a gay kid Mexican singing band in the first place?  But I am glad he has come clean and has come out, now he can start making a mint off the gay community because seemingly the straight community had enough of him years ago.

Now for part two of my San Francisco ramblings.

My stomach is getting a little bit queasy. I hate when this happens.  Perhaps I should down the diet coke and get my energy really going?  It seems the caffeine in a simple Diet Coke has enough power to make me a bit racy.  To think I tried more expensive options years ago that a simple $1 Diet Coke could do. Hate to say it but I do like the way it makes me feel.  Of course I do, I love anything that changes my mood.

After the show I will come back to my hotel room and get a wonderful nights sleep.  I actually have sunburn on the back of my neck from the sun today? Could you believe it?  Sunburn in San Francisco.  The two do not go together if you ask me.  Oh we are getting down to the witching hour.  Only 13 minutes till 10pm and perhaps I will begin to head downstairs?  This hotel is nice, though they charge you for everything. You even have to pay for TV!  I was shocked!  I rather listen to the voices in my head than pay $4.99 cents to see last week’s episode of 30 Rock; which I have to say is a highly overrated program.  The comedy is forced and the acting is too stylized to get into.  Frankly it is like a bad slice of pizza.  You eat it anyway, because after all it’s pizza, but then you complain about it right afterwards vowing never to have bad pizza again.  But three weeks later there you are eating bad pizza. Oh and another thing you have to pay for Internet as well.  I am to damn cheap to pay for internet. So I took this as a sign that I needed break from surfing the net and instead surfed the strange voices inside my head. After about 10 minutes of that I was creeped out.  I could read? Forget about reading.  I have not been in the mood to read in a god damned long time.  I go in binges with reading.  I read all this shit for about two weeks and then I just stop.  The thought of picking up a book is exhausting.  My mind is becoming a mushy sponge.  I can’t even make any worthwhile references that make you seem really smart and well read.  I can make a terrible quote or two from the movie Mommy Dearest but that just makes you look like a sick stupid fag.  Nothing wrong with sick stupid fags, but who wants to be around someone who all they do is quote Mommy Dearest?  Besides I am not even enough of a bad fag to get the quotes right.  I paraphrase them and reverse them, changing the entire meaning.

Well only 6 minutes till I can leave this room and head downstairs.  Should I even bother?  Perhaps I could just be put on speaker phone and do the show from the room? I just need to just throw care to the wind and just go out there and just use what ever bit of a memory I have left; which sadly depending on the day varies from poor to terrible.  Perhaps is the Trazadone I take every night to go to sleep. I think I read somewhere that one of the possible side effects was memory loss.  But if I did read it I don’t remember.  See how bad my memory is!?! I really don’t want to get sick.  Gosh that would suck big fucking asses! Besides I am not a good sick person, especially if I am traveling.  I needed to eat a good meal today and I only had one good meal and the rest of the day was shit.  I suppose I should stand up now, put on my shoes, and begin my decent into the lobby? One minute and counting.  I never knew how long a minute was until you sat and waited for it to happen.  Geez it is like forever.  Oh it changed.  10pm.  Got to run.

Stay fresh,

Hello gentle Americans.  I feel like sharing some ramblings from my diary entry over this weekend.  By the way, the show was a grand success!  The diary entry will be in two parts.

So I am sitting here in my hotel room, waiting to go downstairs, to do my show tonight in the RRaZZ ROOM. FYI-it is a gorgeous space! I got ready way to soon.  Too much downtime sucks for me; my mind begins to race.  I am hoping I am not getting sick-the lovely guys I am staying with (when I am not working) both have colds and I could not bare to get one.  Well for right now I am feeling ok and I will do my show and make the best of it, come back here and go to bed.  Sleep is the cure.  Perhaps I will try to find something to eat.  Eating so late at night can be disastrous to a girls figure.  Maybe after the show I will go off the gym and just lounge around on the elliptical?   I just don’t want to get sick that is all.  I have been so healthy lately.  Oh well, it is out of my hands and here I am babbling about some sickness I may or may not get.  Where is my bottle of Purel?  I would mainline the shit if I could.  Did you know there is 62% alcohol in the stuff? I could always make a Purel cocktail on the rocks?  I am wearing this star spangled patriotic dress- a wonderful jacket with a peplum and a dress underneath.  It is blue with gold stars. It is so tight I feel like a pig in a girdle.  Not a great analogy but an analogy all the same. Not sure if comparing myself to a pig is a good thing for myself esteem?  But pigs are supposed to be very intelligent creatures, smarter than dogs actually, so perhaps being called a pig is not such a bad thing after all?

I wonder how crowded it will be tonight?  I wonder if I should wear this dress or the other one I have? The long zebra print covered in rhinestones with the slit up the right leg? Just in case I will bring it downstairs and put it on in the small dressing room before the show. A lady should always have options. But the leg slit is cut to high on me and has the tendency to reveal my panties underneath. I guess at 10 pm I will go downstairs and do what I do.  Maybe right now I should take this dress off put the other one on and see if I like that more?  That might not be bad idea.  I have all the time in the fucking world.  The show does not start till 10 30.  So god damned late!!!!!!  I want an earlier show.  I am tired of being this late night gal. My tits do look glorious in the patriotic dress though.  My waistline is a bit thick and I do need to watch my diet.  I am getting older and things don’t just magically disappear like they used to 5 years ago.  I really want to be 30 again.  But what the hell would I do with it anyway?  Probably waste it the way I did already with booze, sex and silliness.  Actually that does not sound like much of a waste after all. Some of the sex I had was rather enjoyable.

Look for part 2 tomorrow!

Stay fresh,

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