So, this weekend, I felt like disappearing and since I had a friend in Tulsa who was celebrating his B-day, I knew my destiny.

4 hours and one speeding ticket after jetting from work, I found myself getting preped for a ballet with Teh Stella (Officially STELLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!), Chris and Sharon. On the way there, Stella and I were talking about some recent unfortunate events.

Me: “Yeah, I know it sucks. But it’s one of those stages of loss. You know, Denial…Anger…Acceptance…Tossing Ferrets….”

I don’t think that the world will ever know how funny that really was without going back in time and actually being there in the car. Sucks to be them.

The thing about ferret tossing is that if you can throw away your animal cruelty concerns, this is really a great idea. First off, when you toss them from their hind legs, they make a nice ferris (ferret?) wheel spinny-action in the air. Plus, the resounding “THWAP” that they make when they hit the target is one of the most satisifying feelings one can get from a discounted pet store. The important part is that as much as you may want to help someone out, you cannot perform these actions for another. They must toss their own ferret.

–Snoopykiss wants a pi step program.

Have I stressed enough how much I love my friends? My very diverse set of friends. Well, at least as diverse one can be while living in a city pretty much comprised of computer geeks?

My good friend Mark had his 30th B-day party, and I was excited to see him and his husband, Dave, and their new house. It was a surprise theme where everyone was supposed to come dressed up in their favorite Rocky Horror or Disco outfit. I figured I was going to be the only straight guy there, but this would not be an unfamiliar situation to me. Regardless, Disco Stu made an appearance.

After hanging out with Mark and his friends, and apparently blending in quite well, this one girl seemed affectionate, and we got to talking. Somehow age came up, and she wanted to know how old I was.

“You’re 23, right? 25? Ok, maybe 21. *pause* Wait…you’re not 19 are you? You’re drinking. You can’t be 19. 21?”

I held out for a while and then told her that I was 28 and she gave me a huge hug and said that I was so cute for 28. It then hit me, “She thinks I’m gay!!!”

So, I had fun with this and have made a new friend. Who still doesn’t know if I’m gay or not. And for some reason…that cracks me up.

–Snoopykiss is uni-curious.

Ok, not yet, but I’m getting there.

I signed up at Master Lee’s White Leopard School where they teach Kung Fu and Tai Chi. And I’ll have to admit, I’m a little nervous. I’m not interested in learning a way to defend myself as I’ve learned how to avoid most of these situations through general awareness of my surroundings. Instead, I’m looking for to gain some mental and physical conditioning.

Like all things that involve a large undertaking, I did lots of research. 5 different schools. Lots free sessions. No broken bones.

I’ve also started coaching the Self Expression and Leadership Program at Landmark. But instead of mental and physical conditioning, I’m working on being more self-expressed, fun and connected to people. I’m also looking to expand my ability to contribute to people more. All in all, getting back to my good ol’ wacky, happy Tommy-self.

Oh yeah, I’m supposed to be getting fishies too! Yea Responsibility!

–Snoopykiss wants to know what love is. He wants you to show him.