tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37582712011-04-21T17:28:55.050-04:00...this time, is whatever I want it to mean.Just a guy from NYC-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comBlogger6981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-45336851030719430152007-03-26T10:00:00.001-04:002007-03-26T10:00:40.856-04:00"Excuse me?" she asked tapping me on the shoulder."Yes?" I replied."Can you tell me how to get to Fifth Avenue from here?" she questioned with the total perplexed look on her face."Well, we're on Sixth Avenue, so if you head one more block East, you'll be at Fifth," I said answering her and trying not to be sarcastic. I mean, she could be a tourist or just in the city for the day. I could see -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-28771648595815234482007-03-05T17:04:00.000-05:002007-03-05T17:07:02.224-05:00As I get older, I think that I learn more and more about life with each passing minute. I know, I'm probably not the only one, but let me live in my self-centered bubble for a minute, ok?I've been thinking about life and the paths that we all choose sometimes. I used to think that everything that happens in one's life is completely up to them (barring sickness, murder, etc.), but I've come to -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1171035047371270142007-02-09T10:25:00.000-05:002007-02-09T10:30:47.390-05:00Do you ever put a spritz of cologne on in the morning and then you just can't stand it and wish you never did? I'm partial to one particular scent, but sometimes I do like to mix it up a bit. Please note, I really only wear it to work and not all the time. I do appreciate some good man smell sometimes if you know what I mean.It's Friday here in the Chilly Apple and there's nothing really huge -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1170280535108215432007-01-31T16:55:00.000-05:002007-01-31T16:55:35.126-05:00I had the chance to speak to an old friend the other day and I'm shocked at how much we've both changed. My life has taken a turn in a very different direction (don't worry, I'm still employed and looking fabulous *hair flip*), but something about my conversation with him spoke to me like never before. He used to live here in the city, but now lives in another part of the country. I asked how -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1168620071225629002007-01-12T11:38:00.000-05:002007-01-12T11:41:11.243-05:00I'm twelve days into the valley of thirty something guys and I've been giving it a lot of thought. It's not every day that one changes a decade in life...should I be doing something different? Can I make myself look better? Shouldn't I just feel better and stop being so vain? Yeah, probably, but you know you all thought it too.My job keeps me swamped and I left my wallet in the back of a taxi-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1160757101576386152006-10-13T12:29:00.000-04:002006-10-13T12:31:41.596-04:00By request...Exploring Your ClosetWhen you're getting ready for the day, what item do you decide you want to wear first and base the rest of your outfit around. . . the shirt, pants, or shoes? It has to be the shirt. Pants really are the Jan Brady of the outfit...people know their there, but they get less attention. Then again, when they're not working, that's all one's eyes can focus on (well,-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1159383406034371912006-09-27T14:55:00.000-04:002006-09-27T14:56:46.060-04:00What's new? I often get a bunch of emails asking me what's new in my world. I'll admit that it usually leads to a post, so here goes.I stood near Diddy's car the other night. It was a Maybach and it was fucking hot! No really, I'm talking "Fabulous life of celebrity superspenders on VH-1" hot! I had dinner at the restaurant across the street from his record release party and there it was. -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1158167932229184022006-09-13T13:15:00.000-04:002006-09-13T13:18:52.246-04:00I watched this woman shriek and tightly embrace this man on a street corner this morning. You know, one of those really big, long hugs where he almost lifted her out of her heels. It was like she had seen a ghost or more likely, a friend from a long time ago. From the looks of him in his navy pinstripe suit, I would have loved to hug him too, but I'm not greedy...I let her have that one. *-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1157654947579896652006-09-07T14:48:00.000-04:002006-09-07T14:49:07.603-04:00I know that I've been a bad blogger, but life always takes precedence over blogging. It's not that I don't want to write, but when I get the time, I don't really have that much to say. Sure, lots is going on, etc., but at the times when I feel my most creative, there's no computer, pen, pencil, needle to prick my finger with (you get the point) to put any of it down. Maybe I'll try and change -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1156976297611853922006-08-30T18:17:00.000-04:002006-08-30T18:18:17.630-04:00It's official...the intern is gone. No, he's not dead. He moved and no, I didn't get to say goodbye. It's a long story and more of a misunderstanding (he tells me), but he's gone. More on this when I think of it.I'm so glad the summer is over. Lots to talk about kids.-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1155157249892913112006-08-09T16:59:00.000-04:002006-08-09T17:00:49.906-04:00We used to sit at his kitchen table and an awkward silence would fill the room. I know that I didn't want to say anything stupid in front of him and gathered that he was thinking the same thing. I remember how he used to look at me and smile and we would both laugh. I fondly remember his laugh.His parents had a house on a lake and they went away every weekend in the summer. I was away at -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1154373695508285532006-07-31T15:21:00.000-04:002006-07-31T15:21:35.523-04:00I got to thinking about something that most single people think about from time to time...types. Ok, let me explain a little bit more to make sure you're following me.In a given weekend, all one has to do is hang out with any of your friends or co-workers for a given period of time (in a social setting, of course) and you'll get these kinds of questions. "What's your type anyway?" or "Is he -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1153768093666584122006-07-24T15:07:00.000-04:002006-07-24T15:08:13.676-04:00I was off from work on Friday and took some time to spend with my Mom. She had a Summer Friday (as did I), so we thought we might do something together...just the two of us. We got a late start, but eventually spent the day in Manhattan like a bunch of tourists. We ate breakfast, walked around on the Upper East Side and stopped in here for a few hours. Next to the museum gift shop, she -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1153162428483969782006-07-17T14:53:00.000-04:002006-07-17T14:53:48.496-04:00Promiscuous girlYou're teasing meYou know what I wantAnd I got what you needHands down, "Promiscuous" is the song of the summer. It's hotter than "SexyBack" and Timba (who happens to have produced both) never sounded better! I wish gay bars would play more hip hop.Anyway, it's Monday here in the Baked Apple (less the crust) and it's 98 degrees (less Nick Lachey and Co.). You have to love the -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1152910681107798602006-07-14T16:57:00.000-04:002006-07-14T16:58:01.126-04:00Does anyone else think like Joop has officially become the new Drakkar? It's a scent that you still kind of like, but shouldn't still be wearing? Granted, I don't wear it (for the record, I have in the past, but currently don't), but I'm just saying.I saw ferry guy on the boat this morning. He looked cute in a crisp white dress shirt and chinos. We made eye contact a few times and we were -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1152725056751767902006-07-12T13:23:00.000-04:002006-07-12T16:00:59.223-04:00It's been a crazy morning here for work, but something must be said...I have a new crush. Now, don't get all excited (leave that up to me), but I haven't spoken to him yet, but we played a few flirting games this morning when we ended up right next to each other on the ferry. I looked at him, he looked at me...the usual. I looked at my watch, he check the time on his...mirroring is always a -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1152650474748374382006-07-11T16:39:00.000-04:002006-07-11T16:41:14.766-04:00Let's answer the mailbag...I have to admit, I'm still kind of shocked at the amount of people that send email me in a given week...especially knowing that I don't post all that much any more.Q: By the way, how was the dentist??A: It was fine. I admit, it's been a LONG time since I've been there, but no major damage. I do have to go back for few superficial fillings, but nothing big. I have -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1152207953448472752006-07-06T13:34:00.000-04:002006-07-06T13:45:58.403-04:00I have to go to the dentist on Saturday. Yes, it's only Thursday and I'm already thinking about it. Sure, it's just for a cleaning, but with the amount of time that's passed since my last one, they'll probably need a power washer. OMG, just picturing that is making me squirm in my chair. I hate the dentist. Did I mention that I didn't want to go? Can you tell that I can whine like a baby? -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1150386996966472002006-06-15T11:55:00.000-04:002006-06-15T11:56:36.976-04:00From yesterday's NY Post...June 14, 2006 -- FOR one night only, Scores West is transforming itself into a strip club that even man-loving "Sopranos" mobster Vito Spatafore would love. The jiggle joint is hosting its first-ever gay party, "Bada Bang," on June 18. The boys-only bash is expected to draw 500 kinky revelers celebrating Folsom Street East, the leather festival and street fair that's -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1150139637007441472006-06-12T15:13:00.000-04:002006-06-12T15:13:57.020-04:00This post is all about death...I warn you now.Crazy cop lost his Dad last week to a form of cancer. That fcuking bastard cancer...always seems to creep up on us and we're not winning the war. The problem was that I didn't hear from him for most of last week, and while I thought it was odd, I just left it as that. He called me on Sunday morning, sounding morose, etc. when I go, "What exactly is-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1148405032409697032006-05-23T13:23:00.000-04:002006-05-23T13:32:36.066-04:00I spent a lot of family time over the weekend. I'm not usually one for much family time...there are so many things in that one sentence alone I could talk about, but I'll just leave it where it is and stay focused. I was at a family communion party on Sunday. One of my younger cousin's and her first cousin made it on the same day, so joint parties were held in the backyard of one of my -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1147980959890916432006-05-18T15:26:00.000-04:002006-05-18T15:35:59.960-04:00I instructed the girl next to me on how to use a cock ring with her boyfriend. She just had him put it around the shaft and that's all. "It even had a vibrating thing for my pleasure, but I didn't feel it," she told me.This was really one of those times that if you teach them, they will cum. *grin*-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1147891235683473072006-05-17T14:39:00.000-04:002006-05-17T14:40:37.430-04:00OK, the new city is back to its old self and is as familiar as the back of my hand. My commute got to me this morning and I knew I wasn't the stranger that invaded my mind the past two days. Why would you sit down near an open window...get cold and shut it? Why wouldn't you move to another section of the ferry where it might be warmer? Maybe someone else sitting in another section is enjoying-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1147810284846830382006-05-16T16:11:00.000-04:002006-05-24T10:53:41.886-04:00I was the same stranger this morning that I was yesterday. It's like everything seems new to me lately, I can't quite explain it. I sat next to this portly couple on the boat on my way to work. She was dressed in a blue wrinkled skirt and flats (without stockings) and a blue jacket that barely closed around her white camisole. He was in blue Converse sneakers that were slightly torn...maybe -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1147712550663861522006-05-15T13:02:00.000-04:002006-05-15T14:56:53.476-04:00I'm a tourist on this murky day in Gotham City. I walked around town during lunch like an interloper in my own hometown. I'm not complaining, if anything, I enjoyed it. I liked the feeling. It's not one that I've had the chance to feel in quite some time...if ever, now that I really think about it.I walked around looking at the sights, but more importantly the people that I walked past. -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1147378546671240922006-05-11T16:15:00.000-04:002006-05-11T16:15:46.683-04:00The Gay Questionnaire1. How old were you when you knew you were gay? I'd say about 20. I tried the whole bi-sexual thing and always knew I was different than the other boys, but just thought I was smarter than them?2. Have you ever had sex with the opposite sex? Yes3. Who was the first person you came out to? This high school friend of mine. We were sharing a bed one Memorial Day weekend down -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1145025605544489182006-04-14T10:37:00.000-04:002006-04-14T10:40:05.556-04:00Suddenly you're in this fight aloneSteppin' out into the great unknownAnd the night's the hardest timeWhen the doubts run through your mindCause suddenly you find your self aloneIt's been a while since I've put pen to paper here, but I guess that means that life's kept me busy. The week is finally winding town with today being Friday (Good Friday for those that pay attention to that stuff), but -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1144676822403275412006-04-10T09:46:00.000-04:002006-04-10T09:47:02.423-04:00Guess what I just scored some tickets to...THISYEAH BABY!-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1143753809649944312006-03-30T16:19:00.000-05:002006-03-30T16:23:29.683-05:00I've been obsessed with Madge this week...Confessions on a Dancefloor has been following me around...from the GAP, to a cab, to my iPod on repeat. I can't seem to stop hearing/listening to this album. Sure, it's good and all, but what the fuck am I doing?Speaking of cabs, am I the only one totally trying to find the Cash Cab so I can win money and jump Ben Bailey's bones? I can't be the only -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1142609974763793942006-03-17T10:39:00.000-05:002006-03-17T10:39:34.780-05:00The city is a buzz with the color green today. I can hear the parade starting from my desk...the drums are starting to pound away in beat. My office is right next to the parade route and this is always a fun day to be here. I have to admit that I'm still a little saddened by the idea that the LGBT community is still considered unwanted in this parade. This year, the city councilwoman is a -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1142269264192053522006-03-13T12:00:00.000-05:002006-03-13T12:01:04.223-05:00I spoke to my oldest friend (not chronologically) over the weekend. The last time I saw her, I was an usher in her wedding...I think it was back in '99? We both admitted to being bad friends, but we have kept in touch through email, etc. I found a ring that I used to wear back when I was a little guido in junior high school...it was totally the thing to have, gold band with some black onyx and-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1142005032871233672006-03-10T10:36:00.000-05:002006-03-10T10:37:12.890-05:00In honor of an old Friday tradition that I used to do regularly in this blog (actually, in tribute to a friend that I miss often, fancy pants blowmebitch2000 (he knows who he is)...it's FU Friday. FU to......litter. Why can't people just get it in the garbage?...to the girl that was totally fine after slipping in the subway and made us sit there the entire time. Yes, you looked stupid, but you-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1141933942991589312006-03-09T14:52:00.000-05:002006-03-09T14:52:23.006-05:00Sorry, for the lack of blogs...the job has been crazy and I'm behind again today. Here's a list:- I will admit that now I'm certified in CPR and AED...I spent most of my morning taking a training class. I could use a little more practice on any cute guys that want to help a guy out.- They were snowboarding in Times Square everyone...yes, in the middle of Manhattan...and it didn't even snow.--Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1141755164998920822006-03-07T13:12:00.000-05:002006-03-07T13:12:45.010-05:00You had a bad day You're taking one down You sing a sad song just to turn it around I was on my way home from work yesterday when I ran into my first ex-boyfriend. I was a young guy of 19 years old when I met this guy and sort of fell head over heels for him. I would take the train down from college and meet him at his office in Manhattan for lunch...showering him with little gifts and he just -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1141670700650036622006-03-06T13:43:00.000-05:002006-03-06T13:45:03.346-05:00One last thing, I watched this over the weekend. Wait, wait...while one part of me is ashamed to admit watching this (I'm far from a fan of an Adam Sandler movie), the other part of me...the lower part of me was like DAMN! A movie with Bill Goldberg (mostly naked), Steve Austin, Bill Romanowski and Brian Bosworth (and MORE) sweaty, in locker rooms, playing ball in tight pants, etc. this film -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1141669460384022562006-03-06T13:24:00.000-05:002006-03-06T13:24:20.400-05:00I ran into a guy that I used to date this morning. OK, I think I'm using the term "date" a bit loosely in this case...we had sex a bunch of times and went out to eat here and there and went for a couple of drinks. Wait, maybe that is dating? Anyway, I ran into him walking on the street and it was really nice to see him...the alluring eyes and boyish charm still in tact. I stopped to catch up -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1141411323005603522006-03-03T13:41:00.000-05:002006-03-03T13:42:03.016-05:00I really want to talk about the word completion, but I just got back from lunch and saw two cops (in uniform), play fighting and wrestling...arms around each other, the works...I need a few moments alone.-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1141333964610441172006-03-02T16:10:00.000-05:002006-03-02T16:12:44.623-05:00I met a guy on the subway platform the other night. I was walking down the stairs, he was standing waiting for a train. I thought he was cute...he must have thought I was too. A few smiles, a nod and three trains passing us by later...he gave me his number. I don't know much about him, but nothing beats that feeling.I'm looking for attentionNot another questionShould you stay or should you -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1141148184008400642006-02-28T12:36:00.000-05:002006-02-28T12:36:24.023-05:00Cause when you fall down, you get back up and keep on walking...I'm a big fan of getting back up, dusting oneself off and continuing on...lord knows. No wait...LORD knows. It's taken me quite sometime to learn this, but I think I've got it down pat at this point in my life. I was on the ferry last night and minding my own business...reading the story about Matthew Fox in GQ...just like every -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1141002619898844932006-02-26T20:01:00.000-05:002006-02-26T20:11:28.236-05:00It's good to know what you're made of...I'm sitting around after Sunday dinner with the family. There are about 12 members of my family yelling about something from their past around the kitchen table. It's totally one of those...I remember this and someone else will be like, "Oh no, it was like this!" kind of times. We had wine at dinner...you can picture it.Somehow, we decided to talk about -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1140456112902982172006-02-20T12:21:00.000-05:002006-02-20T12:21:52.916-05:00A conversation with my cousin at her engagement party last night:Me: "So my love," taking her embracingly (is that even a word?) in my arms, "this is the guy that you really want to marry?" I questioned. Her: "Yeah, I think so. I love him...yeah, I do," she says looking at him adoringly across the room.Her: "That and he's got a twelve inch penis," she says deadpan while looking me straight in-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1140213112227896582006-02-17T16:50:00.000-05:002006-02-17T16:51:52.240-05:00Last one, but a goodie...Artist: Chris BrownSong: Yo (Excuse Me Miss)Album: Chris BrownWhoa whoaDo do do do doYeahYeah[Verse 1:]Yo,Tell me fellas have you seen her? (Seen her)It was about five minutes agoWhen I seen the hottest chickThat a young'nNever seen beforeI said Yo,Tell her girls I want to meet her (meet her)On second thought that ain't the way to goI got to give her game properSpit it so-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1140211578221455042006-02-17T16:23:00.000-05:002006-02-17T16:26:18.223-05:00Ok, it's a slow Friday here at work...Artist: PinkSong: "Stupid Girls"Album: I'm Not DeadStupid girl, stupid girls, stupid girlsBaby if I act like that, that guy will call me backWhat a paparazzi girl, I don't wanna be a stupid girlGo to Fred Segal, you'll find them thereLaughing loud so all the little people stareLooking for a daddy to pay for the champagne(Drop a name)What happened to the -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1140211231768527302006-02-17T16:18:00.000-05:002006-02-17T16:20:31.780-05:00Another Friday afternoon tune...Artist: Ne-YoSong: "So Sick"Album: In My Own WordsMmmm mmm yeahDo do do do do do do-doOhh YeahGotta change my answering machineNow that I'm aloneCuz right now it says that weCan't come to the phoneAnd I know it makes no senseCuz you walked out the doorBut it's the only way I hear your voice anymore(it's ridiculous)It's been monthsAnd for some reason I just(can't -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1140196284249760612006-02-17T12:11:00.000-05:002006-02-17T12:13:28.266-05:00I think I was on this earlier this morning. I was in this crowd of people when the bright light came on and everyone started cheering and waving. No, Carol Ann wasn't around anywhere and I didn't hear any harps playing, but I think I might have been on TV. Then again, I didn't really care all that much...it annoyed me more that they were blocking the sidewalk. Is that wrong?Speaking of -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1140184608751514862006-02-17T08:55:00.000-05:002006-02-17T08:56:48.766-05:00It's head bobbin' Friday...more to come, but listen to this NOW!Artist: Mary J. BligeSong: "Baggage"Album: The BreakthroughI know I do some things that make you so confusedOne minute I'm so in love and the next I can't stand youBut if u may ask it's just the things that you dothat reminds me of all of the mess that I've been throughI got this baggage with meDon't wana make you pay for what -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1140038615442169122006-02-15T16:23:00.000-05:002006-02-15T16:23:35.453-05:00I just saw him on Super Bowl Sunday and I knew that things weren't right. He told me that he wasn't doing that well, but I didn't push him any further. I mean, I have my own stuff, but I admit that I was concerned. I heard through the grapevine that he hasn't been in work. "What do you mean he's not in work?" I replied...but it was true. He hasn't been to work since last Wednesday. My phone -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1139934295649029112006-02-14T11:24:00.000-05:002006-02-14T11:24:55.666-05:00Happy SAD!-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1139520462050160632006-02-09T16:27:00.000-05:002006-02-09T16:27:42.063-05:00I watched the Grammy awards last night and while I enjoy the Grammy awards (it's the only awards show of the majors that gives you something for watching...unlike the Oscars, Emmys and Golden Globes), I wasn't overwhelmed with the performances. I enjoyed Madonna's performance (and the inclusion of the Asian guy who dances with the fish in her "Hung Up" video) and couldn't say more about John -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1139248719858111592006-02-06T12:58:00.000-05:002006-02-06T12:58:39.916-05:00OK...last week, our company sent out a holiday card/fortune cookie to celebrate the Chinese New Year (it's the year of the dog). The head of one of our departments who's a little...how do I put this mildly...have you ever seen Steve Carrell's character on The Office? Well, he walked over to the one Asian woman that we have working here and thanked her for the card, etc....as if she personally -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1138382596528144542006-01-27T12:23:00.000-05:002006-01-27T12:23:23.296-05:00Hey folks....I've been getting a lot of email lately asking where I've been. I'm still here in NYC and just kind of doing my own thing. Sure, there's been eventful things to talk about, but time is becoming more of a crunch factor for me lately, so the blog has been neglected. Let's just touch on the highlights:- Made a short trip to FL for the International Builder's Show in Orlando. Just -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1138382283496523512006-01-27T12:17:00.000-05:002006-01-27T12:18:03.513-05:00I've heard the saying that everything is made up of a sum of all of it's parts. Now, I'm sure that this could apply to almost anything...a car is only as good as the parts that went into assembling it, a great meal is only as good as the ingredients that it's created with...hell, the human body is only as good as the organs we're made of...everything intertwines eventually right? Now, can we -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1135869389841683542005-12-29T10:16:00.000-05:002005-12-29T10:16:29.856-05:00I walked through Times Square this morning on my way to work and it's really a mess. They're busy setting up for the infamous New Year's Eve spectacular...I hear they're even doing their very first live, outdoor concert...Mariah Carey is performing. There are wires and generators all over the place...all this power just to make one night happen. I got to thinking about power as I started on to -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1132681088474106682005-11-22T12:37:00.000-05:002005-11-22T12:38:08.486-05:00The Holiday 10...just do it:1. What’s your favorite holiday movie? 2. What’s your favorite holiday song (title and artist)? 3. What’s the best holiday gift you were ever given and why? 4. Do you have a special someone to kiss at the stroke of midnight on New Year’s? 5. Name your favorite reindeer? 6. Favorite holiday food? 7. Snow day…cuddle by the fire or hand me a snowball? 8. What was your New-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1132610151644049702005-11-21T16:54:00.000-05:002005-11-21T16:55:51.663-05:00This is who I amYou canLike it or notYou canLove me or leave meCus I'm never gonna stopNo noI’m still alive…but barely. Had a rough couple of weeks…spent six days laying completely flat in a hospital from a complication from an unexpected surgery that I had to have. Spinal puncture headache I think it’s called and you’ll wish you were dead before you wish that on your worst enemy. OMG…I didn’t -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1131048598835097092005-11-03T15:09:00.000-05:002005-11-03T15:09:58.850-05:00Life has been pretty crazy for me lately. My job is often one nightmare after another, but yet, I still love what I do and love being a part of it. I knew when I took this opportunity, there wasn’t another company that I wanted to work for more than this and now that I’ve got it…I’m not ready to give up on it. No way.Personally, I’ve lived a Kingda Ka kind of life. I’ve had such supreme ups -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1130871677967837662005-11-01T13:59:00.000-05:002005-11-01T14:01:17.980-05:00This Generation's Moon ShotA rock star turned activist challenges the world to wipe out poverty and diseaseBy BONOPosted Tuesday, Nov. 01, 2005 by Time MagazineI was a 9-year-old boy in Dublin when a man first walked on the moon. It wasn't just any man--it was an American. I thought I already knew something about America from Elvis, the movies and the hip gear sent home by Irish people who -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1129300584248735312005-10-14T10:36:00.000-04:002005-10-14T10:36:24.256-04:00I need an around the way girl…The past two weeks have been like hell. The weather in the northeast just simply sucks. My job has been absolutely crazy…culminating this week with my boss leaving down to go to Europe and me trying to fill in. Trying…is the operative word. I was answering stuff I had absolutely no clue about. Hey, they’re websites…not state dinners at the White House, right? -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1128027741045094452005-09-29T16:59:00.000-04:002005-09-29T17:04:08.616-04:00Jack Twist: [referring to Ennis] "I wish I knew how to quit you." - From the motion picture Brokeback Mountain.It's been a crazy week for me this week. I'm so happy that tomorrow is Friday, but I really have so much to do this weekend...UGH.It's 5 PM here in Metropolis...I'm sitting here in a quiet office just staring at the blinking cursor on my screen. I really wish I had something to talk -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1127827269369992552005-09-27T09:20:00.000-04:002005-09-27T09:21:09.376-04:00I think cupid is in the air…I was on my way to work this morning when my aunt turned to me and said, “So, I was talking to so and so in Special Events and he goes all over around town. He’s always doing this or that…he’s such a great guy,” she began to say. “I’m sensing a fix-up,” I fired back quickly before she could keep talking. “Well, he’s around your age and I just love him…he’s always -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1127765645215073512005-09-26T16:13:00.000-04:002005-09-26T16:14:05.226-04:00The leaves are turning here in Gotham City and the Big Apple is slowly becoming the picked apple…it’s fall here in the big city and I couldn’t be happier. I’m sporting my brown, orange and green today in honor of fall here in this great city. I love a nice, cool, fall Saturday afternoon window shopping…hitting a great museum with a cup of hot chocolate…stopping into a little gallery in SoHo…-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1127508111215319462005-09-23T16:38:00.000-04:002005-09-23T16:41:51.223-04:00So, I'm talking with this guy for weeks now. He's really cute, calls me at work, great kisser, the works. He just now decides to drop the G bomb on me. He has a girlfriend.WHAT THE FUCK?!?I'm getting THIS fucking close to single-handedly ruining every straight man I come into contact with. Getting them close, getting some dirt and destroying them by calling their family, girlfriend, putting -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1126818045902385442005-09-15T17:00:00.000-04:002005-09-15T17:00:45.906-04:00“Just try it…you’ll like it.”I shut my cell phone off last Tuesday. No, I didn’t call Cingular and beg them to get out of my contract…I literally turned the power off, put it in the glove compartment of my car and haven’t touched it since. I checked my voicemail yesterday and my mailbox is full with 28 voicemails. I’m told that it filled up over the weekend…I can only imagine how many I should-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1126711688105373672005-09-14T11:27:00.000-04:002005-09-14T11:28:08.113-04:00Let’s talk about sex babyLet’s talk about you and meLet’s talk about all the good things and the bad things that may beLet’s talk about sexLet’s talk about sex (a little bitty baby)Let’s talk about sexLet’s talk about SEXAm I the only one that’s excited to see En Vogue and Salt-N-Pepa reunite on VH-1’s Hip Hop Honors 2005 to perform “Whatta Man”? I can’t be?After yesterday’s post…I’m truly -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1126644728164945812005-09-13T16:50:00.000-04:002005-09-13T16:52:08.170-04:00“I wish there were no men. That way, we wouldn’t ever get hurt or be disappointed.” - Charlotte YorkI feel like I’m coming out of my funk. Yes, I have to admit that I’ve been in a funk. Sure, it’s lasted just about as long as the Cold War, but even that ended eventually right? Yup, it’s time.It’s time to put myself back out there…time to put myself on the market and see if anyone’s bidding -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1126620815486261252005-09-13T10:12:00.000-04:002005-09-13T13:26:24.346-04:00From the land of filibusters and pork barrels, Chris tagged me for a cocktail. No wait, it’s just a 7-n-7 quiz…not a Segrams Seven and 7-UP. 7 things I plan to do before I die:1) Buy a home2) Bury everyone else (HA)3) Go to a summer and winter Olympic games4) Visit Greece, Australia and Brazil5) Celebrate a Valentine’s with someone who actually loves me6) Resolve most of my questions7) Find a -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1126548688450372392005-09-12T14:10:00.000-04:002005-09-12T14:11:28.456-04:00The Bernard Pivot questionnaire (a la James Lipton and Inside the Actor’s Studio on Bravo):What word do you love? HereWhat word do you hate? AloneWhat sound do you most love to hear? The sound of someone I love saying my name (no, not there).What sound do you hate to hear? The sound of someone I love crying.What’s your favorite curse word? Fuck or cunt.When arriving at the pearly gates, what-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1125671403859084942005-09-02T10:29:00.000-04:002005-09-02T10:30:03.870-04:00I gotta shake it offThe weekend is quickly approaching and I haven’t a plan/obligation at all. I’m still on the fence if that’s a good or bad thing. Sure, I could do this or attend that, but I just don’t want to. I feel like just enjoying the nice weather for a change and seeing where it takes me. ]I flirted heavily with a celebrity TV design carpenter in the elevator yesterday. He’s in town-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1125586789520202082005-09-01T10:56:00.000-04:002005-09-01T10:59:49.526-04:00I started my blog three years ago today. I even went through my own archives randomly and boy have I changed. From events with the intern, to jobs, to just outlooks on life...what a difference three years make.I'll spare you all another list of 100 things (as has been the tradition of my blog birthdays past). It's just nice to have a record of where you've been...just as much as an idea as to -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1125517633679099292005-08-31T15:47:00.000-04:002005-08-31T15:47:13.686-04:00Want to do something to help your fellow Americans, but don’t know how or where to donate? Network for Good gives you a list of various charities that you can choose from.Network for Good-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1125499115957083862005-08-31T10:36:00.000-04:002005-08-31T10:38:35.970-04:00Someone that was always very, very, very close to me is celebrating a birthday today. I sent him a text message wishing him happy birthday at 8AM this morning, but he didn’t reply. He’s unhappy with something that I did and has chosen not to speak to me anymore. Sure, he didn't even bother to find out why I chose to do what I did (I'm upset with him for that), but you can't make people do -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1125422985130486892005-08-30T13:29:00.000-04:002005-08-30T13:29:45.136-04:00“And like that *poof*…he was gone.”I’m finally back in work from a long weekend out East. Living on the East Coast, you don’t picture going to much further out East, but I assure you (after driving for two hours) it’s possible.My weekend started off early on Saturday morning (I had a wake to go to on Friday night for a relative) and was just a whirlwind from then on. Eating out, meeting people,-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1125064006565736622005-08-26T09:46:00.000-04:002005-08-26T09:46:46.573-04:00“Please help the homeless….they don’t get to go to casinos and horse races on weekends!” – Man on the street corner begging for moneyConversation with my mother this morning:Mom: “Did you take a shower?”Addaboy: *standing there fully dressed* “Uh, yes?”M: “No, you just don’t have that shine on your face. That’s what you’re wearing to work?”A: “Uh, yes.”M: “It’s just you look like a dirt bag -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1124978632587623552005-08-25T10:02:00.000-04:002005-08-25T10:03:52.593-04:00My Stuff…borrowed from Vanity Fair (a Conde Nast Publication)Grooming ProductsShampoo – American CrewMoisturizer – Aramis Lab Series Super Lift OffToothpaste – Colgate Sparkling White or Arm & Hammer Enamel Care (I switch every day)Soap – Dial or Molton BrownRazor – Mach 3 TurboFragrance – If I wear any… Aqua di Gio (Giorgio Armani) or Curve (Liz Claiborne)ElectronicsCell Phone – Motorola Razr (-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1124816526516665342005-08-23T13:01:00.000-04:002005-08-23T13:02:06.526-04:00“I have to admit that I feel guilty even talking to you,” I said to him. His voice went quiet on the other end of the line. “Do you want me to stop calling you?” he asked. “No, but just for the record…I do think about the other person and although I have no idea where this will take us…there may be a time when you have to shit or get off the pot…so to speak,” I replied.I met him through a -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1124735695665371772005-08-22T14:10:00.000-04:002005-08-22T14:39:04.123-04:00I was tagged for a “memechallenge” by my lunch partner for next week (fucking finally) Cool Relax, via Chad Fox, via Darin.The instructions are so:List ten songs that you are currently digging ... it doesn't matter what genre they are from, whether they have words, or even if they're no good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists, and the -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1124468832318538282005-08-19T12:26:00.000-04:002005-08-19T12:27:12.326-04:00“Do you ever just stop…let down your armor and just relax for a minute? Do you always have to be so defensive? I don’t know what those other guys have done to you, but for once, can you just sit and think that maybe I like you and I’m not going to hurt you?” he said to me.I really didn’t know what to say back. I never had a man come back at me like that. Sure, he’s totally right…he doesn’t -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1124385244305704292005-08-18T13:13:00.000-04:002005-08-18T13:14:04.313-04:00Boy lives with boy. Boy bartends with other boy. Boy makes live with boy and bartender boy friends. Boys have fun together for years. Boy hears from bartender boy that he thinks boy is hot and wants to make out with him. Boy makes out with bartender boy…many…many times (amongst other things). Boy and live with boy stay really close friends (don’t make out, but live with boy does hook up -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1124212865882171282005-08-16T13:20:00.000-04:002005-08-16T13:21:05.886-04:00“Here’s the problem, as far as I’m concerned: Over the years, as we became less close-minded and more tolerant of all the right things, like civil rights, somehow, we became indiscriminately tolerant. ‘You’re so judgmental’ became a major-league put-down in Anything Goes America—as if being judgmental of crap in the culture is a bad thing.” - Bernard Goldberg in 100 People Who Are Screwing Up -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1123784205034111252005-08-11T14:14:00.000-04:002005-08-11T14:16:45.050-04:00So, the rumor has it that one’s socks are supposed to match one’s trousers, not one’s shoes. I decided to give that a whirl today in a nice light tan pair of chinos, tan socks and black shoes (yes, I’m wearing a black belt). Yeah, I get that the socks are to be an extension of one’s pants, not part of this bootie that would be created by black socks and black shoes…but I think I just like the -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1123518059324678112005-08-08T12:20:00.000-04:002005-08-08T12:20:59.336-04:00I was cleaning my room this weekend…yes, it’s quite the chore. I tend to be very bi-polar in the organization of my living arrangements…either completely in order or Hiroshima. Anyway…back to cleaning…I found a photo album that I haven’t seen in a long time (five plus years?) and another cork board with photos from when I started college (you do the math). I sat there looking at the photos and-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1123175695946372952005-08-04T13:14:00.000-04:002005-08-04T13:14:55.956-04:00I ran into IPS this morning on the train. His face beamed with excitement as our eyes met through the train doors. “What do you have fucking radar or something?” I said as he sat down next to me and stuck out his hand for a shake. “No, I just know when I’m in the presence of greatness,” he fired back. Dick…ok, his line was better.The rest of our conversation went a little like this:A: “Yo, I -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1123094832223441822005-08-03T14:45:00.000-04:002005-08-03T14:47:12.233-04:00"You know I got what it takes to make the club go outta control…"I searched for a cousin that was on a binge before the police found him. I smacked him around once he came home and told him that he owes me a night out and a whole tank of gas. Oh the joy of a nice weekend right?The week’s not too much better…driving on the highway and a boulder flies out of the truck in front of me and smashed -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1122484639049362322005-07-27T13:17:00.000-04:002005-07-27T13:17:19.056-04:00Is it just me or does Sex and the City really work because the girls all seem to have money? Granted, all from different places, but they do have some dollars to do all of the fabulous things that they do every week. I mean, four girls sitting on the stoop shooting the shit and swapping bamboo earrings really wouldn’t have the same cache, no?I’m sitting here eating a Weight Watchers -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1122060475975066262005-07-22T15:27:00.000-04:002005-07-22T15:28:04.306-04:00I ran into the young one on accident one morning this week. We took the boat and train to work…then I saw him again the next day. “Are you following me?” I inquired. “Any way I get to see you (and that ass) I’m in,” he replied. I don’t remember him ever seeing my ass…then again, he must have in the mirror that time with his mouth all full like that. *grin*Well, it turns out that my Latin -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1120249180683209412005-07-01T16:18:00.000-04:002005-07-01T16:19:40.690-04:00Ok…I’m off for the next four days and I have no plans. None. Nada. Zero. I kind of feel like my life took a bit of a nosedive lately, so maybe just another chance to catch my footing and regroup? Maybe life does send you all the help you need if you actually just sit back and listen to it (life) quietly for once? Nah, it can’t be that easy…if we actually let life catch up to our minds, -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1119031348793826272005-06-17T14:02:00.000-04:002005-06-17T14:02:28.800-04:00It's been three weeks since you've been looking for your friendThe one you let hit it and never called you againI have to say…it feels great to be writing on here again. The warm WELCOME BACK that I’ve received from so many of you…why did I stay away for so long? Thanks to everyone that sent me a note. So, I tried my hand at them last night and my jury is still out. I went to my “interview” -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1118946413882396322005-06-16T14:24:00.000-04:002005-06-16T14:26:53.890-04:00Another beautiful thing about having an account here…buying stamps in the ATM machine.I’ve decided to broaden my horizons a bit. I’m a pretty outgoing guy…fun at parties…great at playing spin the bottle…you get the picture. Lord knows that I’ve probably slept with or dated half of the available (and 25% of the unavailable) men in NYC…why not meet the other half to be friends with or who knows?-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1118426822884362962005-06-10T14:04:00.000-04:002005-06-10T14:07:02.893-04:00In honor of my new site design, I decided on a throwback post. What is he talking about? I started this blog with my 100 Things and even did another one on it’s first anniversary. In memory of the old site, here’s what I’ve learned since I wrote them.Let’s see how I’ve changed… 100 Things About Me… 3. I drink Bacardi Limon and Coke when I go out...always. OK, I still only drink this…well, not -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1118420752986683862005-06-10T12:24:00.000-04:002005-06-10T12:25:52.993-04:00Doesn’t anyone learn from Bennifer?-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1118341522469557852005-06-09T14:25:00.000-04:002005-06-09T14:25:22.476-04:00I wanted to talk about a few things today. Let’s just jump right into it…smoking.You wouldn’t leave your house without deodorant on (nights at the club or trips to the Russian River don’t count), but your stinking like stale, old…shit…now that doesn’t bother you? Your breath stinks, your skin smells (and so do your clothes and house)…psst, kissing you guys suck too. *TRUST* You throw your -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1118252251404229192005-06-08T13:32:00.000-04:002005-06-08T13:37:31.413-04:00Ok, it’s confession time. I kind of have a guilty pleasure that I just won’t keep secret any longer. I’m sure we all have the things that we would like to keep on the HUSH HUSH, but I’m not ashamed of it, so I’m going to tell you all. I can’t wait to watch the premiere of this! Yes, for the past 15 years, I’ve been an avid fan of The Real World. This year will be no different…especially with-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1118247059777173812005-06-08T12:07:00.000-04:002005-06-08T12:12:39.416-04:00Ok, I’m updating the site (as you can see), so I guess this means that I’m going to be writing more often? Yeah, probably, but I will commit to nothing! *grin*I tried to remember all of the sites that I read (on occasion…see commit to nothing above), but I know there are a few of you that I forgot. Patrick from CA, Brian in KC, Saidy…email me with your addresses (yes, that goes for all of you…-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1118160460260559132005-06-07T12:01:00.000-04:002005-06-07T12:08:54.920-04:00Even the best fall down sometimesEven the wrong words seem to rhymeOut of the doubt that fills my mindI somehow findYou and I collideIt’s been awhile since I threw up a post, so here’s another one.I wish I had all that much to talk about, but life has been going at a pretty good pace…when nothing really goes wrong, there’s not much to complain about. After the year or so that I’ve had, I’m -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1117804429005688642005-06-03T09:10:00.000-04:002005-06-03T09:13:49.013-04:00A giant leap for mankind…I’m finally proud to say that this is happening where I live. We are the only borough (of the five) in the city of New York that does not have a gay pride parade…UNTIL NOW. Here’s an article published in our local paper from the grand marshal of the first ever parade in my hometown. I’m gleaming with pride…now, let’s just hope there isn’t an incident. It’s quiet here -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1117126351335417982005-05-26T12:52:00.000-04:002005-05-26T12:52:31.343-04:00It's cold and rainy on the eve of Memorial Day here in Gotham City. It's never really a NICE weekend...this unofficial beginning of summer. Then again, it's usually warm and toasty to me because of my favorite holiday...FLEET WEEK. Yup, it's the only time you can yell, "Look at that seamen" and not have everyone look at you like you're a freak. *TRUST*I can't say that I have anything major to -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1116945645434353192005-05-24T10:40:00.000-04:002005-05-24T10:40:45.440-04:00“For your information, I don’t talk to anyone this much! I don’t call anyone this much! I don’t see anyone this much!” I blurted out on the street corner…the sun shining down through my sunglasses. I know he knew all of that, but think he just needed to hear it. I’m happy to oblige and remind someone…it’s only been a month or so right?The beginning of any kind of relationship…friendship, -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1116612102097165212005-05-20T14:01:00.000-04:002005-05-20T14:01:42.103-04:00I'm not sure what I seeCupid don't fuck wit me!Are you telling me this is a sign?He's looking in my eyes, now I see no other guysAre you telling me this is a sign?I HEART Justin. More to come...-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1116518517166400762005-05-19T11:58:00.000-04:002005-05-19T12:01:57.186-04:00Girl…I can tell you’ve been crying and you’re needing someone to talk toGirl…I can tell he’s been lying and pretending that he’s faithful and he loves youGirl…you don’t have to be hiding don’t be ashamed to say he hurt you I’m having lunch with the new guy today. It’s funny, I’m actually getting jitters here in my stomach at work…or was that just my breakfast gone sour? Nah, can’t be. Ain’t it-Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3758271.post-1116293853582792742005-05-16T21:16:00.000-04:002005-05-16T21:37:33.606-04:00PS - You left your shorts here!Hello kids! I'm writing to you all as an EMPLOYED man. Yes, I'm still in the TV world (said hello to a B-level celebrity today), but with a much different spin. Either way, I'm glad to be back working (OK, today was my first day). This weekend was a bit crazy when I just sit and think about it. I spent part of the weekend at the Borgata Hotel in Atlantic City -Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02145537904311094163noreply@blogger.com