This is my prayer..


Don't go to church on Sunday
Don't get on my knees to pray
Don't memorize the books of the Bible
I got my own special way
Bit I know Jesus loves me
Maybe just a little bit more

I fall on my knees every Sunday
At Zerelda Lee's candy store

Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied

Well I don't want no Anna Zabba
Don't want no Almond Joy
There ain't nothing better
Suitable for this boy
Well it's the only thing
That can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate Jesus
Can satisfy my soul

(Solo)
When the weather gets rough
And it's whiskey in the shade
It's best to wrap your savior
Up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But that's ok
Pour him over ice cream
For a nice parfait

Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me

Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied

Blah... blaaaaggghhh!!!!!!



What a strange mixture of emotions.... the work has been going so well, but there has been such a lot of it!

O.K. I did get to go to San Francisco and taste a lot of really great cheeses and meet a lot of amazing food people, and then two weeks later I spent a few days at beach house in Pensacola with my fellow store team leaders... quite good actually.

But over all, I have had very few days to myself lately; as much as I enjoyed the intense work related travel and learning, it was starting to fry me. The work highs were very high. But when I got home at night, I was crashing.

I've really missed having a man around the house lately, more than ever. And it makes me very sad during the down times.

I have tomorrow off, (finally a day off!), and I had to make myself go out; I never used to have to do that.


So, anyway, I went to Cowpoke's and that was dull, so I went to The Phoenix. The bartender was sooo happy to see me! He said, "this one's on me!" Then later he collected the fare from the five I had sitting next to my drink... when he thought I wasn't looking... how pathetic.

So, I moved on, even though I was talking to a guy who was mildly interesting, (he agreed with everything I said and that was a bit un-nerving... but he was O.K. otherwise..)

I took a cab to "Chet's". You might remember Chet from the last journal post. He was the "hostess" of that dragstavaganza, and I mentioned that he was very butch and owned a bar.



And he's sweet ol' cajun butch at that.

After a while I went around the corner to "Big Daddy's" to watch a show. What kind of show?

A drag show, of course!



The show was alright... actually this girl was hugely fabulous! But after a while, I just wanted to get home... (this is not good, I used to want to stay out all night. Now, I just want to stay up all night...)



I walked home from the bars. It's always a pleasant walk, lovely streets and convenient side walk markers...



Passed the "S & M Iron Works" near my house...



And then around the corner...



...and home.

I really do live in a nice neighborhood...


So, why ain't I happy, why am I so blue? "Am I blue? You'd be to", as Billy Holiday once sang... (warning! warning! When a queen starts quoting Billy Holiday there's bound to be drama!) hehe. It's just someting I'll get over, eventually.

In the meantime, why doesn't somebody come to visit me?

That would cheer me up.