Friday, August 30, 2002
THE VMA'S!
ROCK. Rita and I sat through the entire show, commenting, dissecting, and in some parts...loving! Kelly was able to get out of work a little earlier than was originally expected and came home to join us for the last hour.
The man of the evening...JUSTIN TIMBAHLAKE! FUCKING ROCKED! I am telling you...this kid is going to blow up! You thought he was in your face before...just wait until the aftermath of his performance last night.
I am proud to say that this 25 year old gay man is in LOVE with Justin. His moves, his voice, his style. He is my man. I am so impressed by him. Best part of the show for me...hands down.
Also, Pink pulled off quite a stellar performance last night. Usually she pisses me off, but last night, both Rita and I sat and stared wide eyed with our eyes open. She was pretty great. Specially when she said: "I think I am too drunk to accept this award right now." Um.
Eminem...LOVE YOU. Really have been enjoying him. He does seem a bit angry, eh? "I have no problem hitting a girl with glasses..."
I do believe he deserved his awards. The guy works hard and his music is real. Very pleased with him last night.
Britney Spear's...dressed in her most beautiful "gay man going to a night out at the leather bars" outfit. Goodnight sweet lady. get some rest.
Joey Fatone was like seeing a lost cousin of mine. I wonder if Rachel was at home visualizing his dick in her mouth.
He is nast.
Jimmy Fallon...had great moments and horrible moments. Overall...I didn't like him. I don't want to slam him because he is a sweet little guy that means really well AND there were moments when I genuinely laughed at him. But overall...he was flat. Not enough life to him. Maybe not his scene really.
Guns and Roses what???
Nuff said.
Avril sucked. No Doubt took home 2 very unexpected awards.
Limp Bizkit was amazing!
SIKE
Great show. Glad I saw it last night so that I don't have to watch it again. Although we all know MTV will have it on repeat until the year 2005.
Tonight Rita and I head off to the Pocono's to see our girls. Very very excited about this. I hope it goes smoothly and that everyone gets along like the olden days. Weird to go back in time.
Kelly is unable to breathe and has some sort of respiratory problem. She will be going to the doctor today and then heading off to Albany this weekend. I wonder if she will go to the gay bars while she is there. ;)
All in all, this weekend should be fun for the three of us.
Very much looking forward to having Monday off from work. Plan to sleep as late as humanely possible. What is THAT like?
Hope everyone is doing well. Wish I could write in more detail about last night's awards show, but I have to do some actual work.
Ugh.
Sorry for the bland, no content filled entry.
Will be back with my sarcastic self next week.
Latas!
ROCK. Rita and I sat through the entire show, commenting, dissecting, and in some parts...loving! Kelly was able to get out of work a little earlier than was originally expected and came home to join us for the last hour.
The man of the evening...JUSTIN TIMBAHLAKE! FUCKING ROCKED! I am telling you...this kid is going to blow up! You thought he was in your face before...just wait until the aftermath of his performance last night.
I am proud to say that this 25 year old gay man is in LOVE with Justin. His moves, his voice, his style. He is my man. I am so impressed by him. Best part of the show for me...hands down.
Also, Pink pulled off quite a stellar performance last night. Usually she pisses me off, but last night, both Rita and I sat and stared wide eyed with our eyes open. She was pretty great. Specially when she said: "I think I am too drunk to accept this award right now." Um.
Eminem...LOVE YOU. Really have been enjoying him. He does seem a bit angry, eh? "I have no problem hitting a girl with glasses..."
I do believe he deserved his awards. The guy works hard and his music is real. Very pleased with him last night.
Britney Spear's...dressed in her most beautiful "gay man going to a night out at the leather bars" outfit. Goodnight sweet lady. get some rest.
Joey Fatone was like seeing a lost cousin of mine. I wonder if Rachel was at home visualizing his dick in her mouth.
He is nast.
Jimmy Fallon...had great moments and horrible moments. Overall...I didn't like him. I don't want to slam him because he is a sweet little guy that means really well AND there were moments when I genuinely laughed at him. But overall...he was flat. Not enough life to him. Maybe not his scene really.
Guns and Roses what???
Nuff said.
Avril sucked. No Doubt took home 2 very unexpected awards.
Limp Bizkit was amazing!
SIKE
Great show. Glad I saw it last night so that I don't have to watch it again. Although we all know MTV will have it on repeat until the year 2005.
Tonight Rita and I head off to the Pocono's to see our girls. Very very excited about this. I hope it goes smoothly and that everyone gets along like the olden days. Weird to go back in time.
Kelly is unable to breathe and has some sort of respiratory problem. She will be going to the doctor today and then heading off to Albany this weekend. I wonder if she will go to the gay bars while she is there. ;)
All in all, this weekend should be fun for the three of us.
Very much looking forward to having Monday off from work. Plan to sleep as late as humanely possible. What is THAT like?
Hope everyone is doing well. Wish I could write in more detail about last night's awards show, but I have to do some actual work.
Ugh.
Sorry for the bland, no content filled entry.
Will be back with my sarcastic self next week.
Latas!
Thursday, August 29, 2002
It's the end of the day as I know it....and I - feel -
fucking great!
YAY!
The day is done done done! In fact, the week is done done done. Got to work 4 hours tomorrow and then I am off for a 3 day weekend. Thank the Lord for Labor's Day. Well, and also thank the laborers for whom without, none of this would be possible.
VMA's tonight kids! Make sure to catch the one and only Timbahlake! He will steal the show. I just know it!
Gonna go home, pour me a glass of wine, do some shit around the house, and then settle in for what I hope is going to be a good show. Jimmy Fallon...good luck my friend. You are hot. You are from my hometown. You best rock out.
It's rainy.
Everyone go home, pour yourself a beverage of choice, curl up in a blanket, and flip on MTV for the rest of the evening.
(I just farted)
hope no one catches it.
gotta sneak away now.
Calmly and casually...
fucking great!
YAY!
The day is done done done! In fact, the week is done done done. Got to work 4 hours tomorrow and then I am off for a 3 day weekend. Thank the Lord for Labor's Day. Well, and also thank the laborers for whom without, none of this would be possible.
VMA's tonight kids! Make sure to catch the one and only Timbahlake! He will steal the show. I just know it!
Gonna go home, pour me a glass of wine, do some shit around the house, and then settle in for what I hope is going to be a good show. Jimmy Fallon...good luck my friend. You are hot. You are from my hometown. You best rock out.
It's rainy.
Everyone go home, pour yourself a beverage of choice, curl up in a blanket, and flip on MTV for the rest of the evening.
(I just farted)
hope no one catches it.
gotta sneak away now.
Calmly and casually...
So last night I had the pleasure of catching up on some Sex and the City. It was excellent. I was very disappointed by the first two episodes this season, but now I feel like they have found their stride once again. Great. Just in time for the last two episodes. And BIGGIE will be back next week! ROCK! I about jizzed when I saw his adorable little face.
In the episode I saw last night, Miranda stole the show. Well, Samantha was pretty funny too. Charlotte annoyed and Carrie was so incredibly self-absorbed. I kind of understood her position of feeling as though everything is changing around her, but honestly...she talked about herself the entire time and never gave anyone, including Sanford, a moment to open up to her. Finally he yelled at her and I think maybe she got the hint.
What is the deal with her this season?
Overall, I loved the episode and I laughed and laughed at certain parts.
If you ever happen to miss a week, contact Ari. She relayed one of the scenes to me and she got it almost verbatim. No. She DID get it verbatim. She is great with that stuff. But also...don't let her even start if you want the surprise of the episode. As I just said, this girl can quote an episode of anything...VERBATIM.
It's pretty great.
I also watched some of the Teen Miss Usa Pagent. Snores.
I saw some of Gwenyth on Jules Asshole's Revealed.
And I watched American Idol. Best episode thus far. I have to admit...I just adore Kelly Clarkson. She is by far the most talented and will hopefully win this competition. Her voice gives me chills. Last night, I almost lost it when she re-sang "Without You" by Mariah. She sang it on Tuesday night and it was mediocre. Last night was an explosive performance by her.
Nikki McKibbin...see ya. Nikki knew she was going and she should have gone! But it was sad to see her go. Simon mentioned to her, right before the announcement of who got cut, that Nikki doesn't deserve to be in the finals. Her face fell and she was totally crushed. He embarrassed her hardcore. Then I felt bad too.
But whatever! See you later Stevie Nicks/PINK wannabe.
:(
Justin Guarini...if his face doesn't crack wide open from his ridiculous smile...I may drive out to Hollywood and smash him in the mouth. He annoys. He so annoys that it drives me CUHRAZY!
Alright...time to go take a shit.
Then to eat some soup.
Then to take a shit again.
And hopefully by the end of all that, work will be over.
Horribly productive day I got goin!
In the episode I saw last night, Miranda stole the show. Well, Samantha was pretty funny too. Charlotte annoyed and Carrie was so incredibly self-absorbed. I kind of understood her position of feeling as though everything is changing around her, but honestly...she talked about herself the entire time and never gave anyone, including Sanford, a moment to open up to her. Finally he yelled at her and I think maybe she got the hint.
What is the deal with her this season?
Overall, I loved the episode and I laughed and laughed at certain parts.
If you ever happen to miss a week, contact Ari. She relayed one of the scenes to me and she got it almost verbatim. No. She DID get it verbatim. She is great with that stuff. But also...don't let her even start if you want the surprise of the episode. As I just said, this girl can quote an episode of anything...VERBATIM.
It's pretty great.
I also watched some of the Teen Miss Usa Pagent. Snores.
I saw some of Gwenyth on Jules Asshole's Revealed.
And I watched American Idol. Best episode thus far. I have to admit...I just adore Kelly Clarkson. She is by far the most talented and will hopefully win this competition. Her voice gives me chills. Last night, I almost lost it when she re-sang "Without You" by Mariah. She sang it on Tuesday night and it was mediocre. Last night was an explosive performance by her.
Nikki McKibbin...see ya. Nikki knew she was going and she should have gone! But it was sad to see her go. Simon mentioned to her, right before the announcement of who got cut, that Nikki doesn't deserve to be in the finals. Her face fell and she was totally crushed. He embarrassed her hardcore. Then I felt bad too.
But whatever! See you later Stevie Nicks/PINK wannabe.
:(
Justin Guarini...if his face doesn't crack wide open from his ridiculous smile...I may drive out to Hollywood and smash him in the mouth. He annoys. He so annoys that it drives me CUHRAZY!
Alright...time to go take a shit.
Then to eat some soup.
Then to take a shit again.
And hopefully by the end of all that, work will be over.
Horribly productive day I got goin!
The Poll has spoken! Most voted for me to tell a Crazy, but TRUE Story...
It was a steaming Thursday evening. I was standing on the underground subway platform at 96th street in NYC. The humidity was forcing the sweat to run down my face, down my back, my legs, etc. Everyone around me was moving very slowly and I could see the haze resting stagnantly in front of my eyes.
I slowly turn my head to the left to see if the subway was coming down the track, when I notice a HUGE hornet hovering in the air next to my face. It was moving so slowly and kind of resting in the stale air that was consuming the entire underground area. The hornet startles me cuz it is so close to my face, but then I start to laugh cuz it is moving SO SLOWLY! As I go to turn my head away, this lazy hornet suddenly gets a burst of energy and lands directly on my left eyeball.
I IMMEDIATLY FREAK! I grab the bee off my eye and throw it towards the ground, all the while doing a little scardey-cat dance and shaking my body in massive convulsions. People all around me were staring and laughing and I just kept shuddering.
Eventually the subway came and I got on it. I stood there, holding the pole, reminiscing about the horrifying experience I just had. I look down at my shoes, pondering the moment, when I realize that the hornet it now sitting on my shirt staring at me with it's beady eyes. Just staring at me!
Once again....I flip out, grab it off my shirt and throw it away from me.
Who knows where it ended up.
As long as it stopped stalking me!
---end scene---
It was a steaming Thursday evening. I was standing on the underground subway platform at 96th street in NYC. The humidity was forcing the sweat to run down my face, down my back, my legs, etc. Everyone around me was moving very slowly and I could see the haze resting stagnantly in front of my eyes.
I slowly turn my head to the left to see if the subway was coming down the track, when I notice a HUGE hornet hovering in the air next to my face. It was moving so slowly and kind of resting in the stale air that was consuming the entire underground area. The hornet startles me cuz it is so close to my face, but then I start to laugh cuz it is moving SO SLOWLY! As I go to turn my head away, this lazy hornet suddenly gets a burst of energy and lands directly on my left eyeball.
I IMMEDIATLY FREAK! I grab the bee off my eye and throw it towards the ground, all the while doing a little scardey-cat dance and shaking my body in massive convulsions. People all around me were staring and laughing and I just kept shuddering.
Eventually the subway came and I got on it. I stood there, holding the pole, reminiscing about the horrifying experience I just had. I look down at my shoes, pondering the moment, when I realize that the hornet it now sitting on my shirt staring at me with it's beady eyes. Just staring at me!
Once again....I flip out, grab it off my shirt and throw it away from me.
Who knows where it ended up.
As long as it stopped stalking me!
---end scene---
Wednesday, August 28, 2002
I think I just came to a very horrifying realization.
I think I might be a homo-er-sexual.
OH GOD!
How will I ever tell my family and friends!?!?!?!?
I think I might be a homo-er-sexual.
OH GOD!
How will I ever tell my family and friends!?!?!?!?
OH MY GOD!
Please read the article that Penelope sent to me. I just read it and about shit myself! It is very short and very shocking.
Why do people do the things they do?
Where oh where have my lit-tle arms gone? Oh where oh where can they be?
Fucking ripped off your body moron!
Please read the article that Penelope sent to me. I just read it and about shit myself! It is very short and very shocking.
Why do people do the things they do?
Where oh where have my lit-tle arms gone? Oh where oh where can they be?
Fucking ripped off your body moron!
Feeling a little bit better today. My nose isn't as on fire as it has been during the last couple of days. Got a lot of rest last night and Rita made me some soup just like she promised. She served it to me in bed and it was AWESOME! It was lentil, which I never liked in the past, but now am in love with it. I think Rita puts some magical spice in everything she cooks, cuz all the stuff comes out tasting like Wolfgang Puck or some shit.
Thanks Reets! You helped me to get a little bit better.
So I am supposed to start dog sitting tomorrow night, but it turns out that the dog is menstruating all over the place. "Missy", the dog, is now wearing a diaper and it must be changed before she goes out on her walk. SICK! I don't do that. And I KNOW Kelly don't do that. So I have told the people that she and I will not be dog sitting this weekend. EWE! I can't believe this lady hasn't had her dog spade. I mean...it's bleeding out of it's vergina for god's sakes!
And yes...I meant to type "vergina".
This weekend, Rita and I head to the Pocono's to have a weekend romp with our lady friends from college. While these 4 girls are Rita and my best friends from way back, it will definitly not be a weekend of total exuberance.
Did that make sense?
There will be drama. There will be laughs, prolly some tears. It will be overwhelming. That's for sure. I am excited about it. I really am. But I am NOT going swimming. There is a lake and a pool and I have made Rita promise me that she nor I will go swimming. If she decides to break the promise, I have to make out with our friend, Jessica. I think it's a fair deal. I mean, Jessica is one hot piece of ass.
(snicker snicker)
We have told the girls that we can't stay until Monday, cuz Kelly has her graduation party that day. hahaha. We lie.
We just wanted to have one day to sleep! I mean...August has been the absolute craziest month of our lives! Neither she nor I have had a moment's peace. Every weekend has been filled with either visits out of the city or events in the city. It's been great, but a bit much. Just think Reets...next weekend will be free and clear! For the most part.
Paul is supposed to come down and visit me and I am very excited to see his little face. As I wrote on Monday, we had an incredible weekend together and it definitly helped to spark the passion between us a bit more.
Well, actually, the sex was blah, but the connection we had was great.
Long story and way too personal to get into here.
Last night I watched American Pop Idol. The show blows. It really does. 2 of the 3 that are left suck my dick. I do enjoy Kelly. I think she is phenomenally talented and definitly has a bright career in front of her. But AMERICAN POP IDOL? I don't think so. I think that maybe we are done with Pop Idols for a little while. Society is moving towards R & B or music with an edge - hence Nicklesnore, Puddle of Snore, and Avril LaSnore.
I do enjoy the premise of American Pop Idol. What I don't like are the stupid skits they do, the constant judges bickering, and the annoying children that are screaming the entire time. Does anyone else understand what I am getting at? I don't want to be a negative nancy about all of this...but if Dunkleman doesn't go away forever, I will be forced to remove him myself.
I also happened to catch the Diary of the VMA Superstars on MTV. Justin TimbAHlake will be making his first solo performance tomorrow night at the VMA's. GOD! Could this kid GET any more beautiful?!?!?! There is just something about him that makes me wet myself whenever he is on the tube. He is, obviously, attractive, he is smooth, he is cool, and above all else, he is fucking funny and adorable. I just love him. I will immediatly buy his cd, and like the giddy 15 year old girl that I am, I might even buy a poster of him to put above my canopy bed.
Ah the dreams I will have...
He's the fucking best.
Too bad Joey Fatone is busy getting his dick sucked by my friend Rachel. He could have been performing at the VMA's too, but he is too horny for his own good. Way to go Sexaholic!
I have a question...
Could the 3 gigantic pimples I have on my face go away now?
If it's not too much to ask.
I weighed myself this weekend while I was in P-town and was shocked to find out that I tip the scales at 180#!
FUCK YEAH!
I weigh as much as my boyfriend now. WHOOPS!
I say to Paul: "Holy shit! I thought I was at like 155#."
Paul: "No Joe. You haven't been near that for 3 years!"
Thanks Paul.
Douche.
It's a good thing I have an overly attractive face.
;)
but not really ;)
I like being bigger, but I would also like to see my abs at some point before I am fitty.
And by fitty, I mean 50.
Alright...I guess that is it.
peace jiggas!
If you are bored and want to read about how awful it is to ride the NYC subways,
click here
This is another link that Ari sent me, but I haven't even seen what it is yet. I may be taking a risk by just plugging it in here, but I trust her judgement. WHAT COULD THIS BE?
Also...I just started The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold today. I am only on page 30, but tears have pricked at my eyes twice already. It's a beautiful book. I can just tell.
Rita has already read it. I am next and then Kelly. After we have all finished it, we are having a book club meeting to discuss it. How fun, right?
Our next book is for Halloween! Does anyone have a SCARY book that they can suggest? It has to be one that none of us have read and with me being the connosiurereoai (that is supposed to be connosewer) of horror books, I need to know of one that may not be that popular.
Also...on Halloween night, after we do something incredibly fun of course, Kelly and I are going to show Rita The Rocky Horror Picture Show movie on VH1. She has never seen it! Kelly and I created the tradition of watching it on Halloween last year. How fun, right?
Last year, Kelly and I went to the restaurant she was working at at the time (Park Avalon) and got drinks. We also got these little cookies. Do you remember Kel? The one of the pumpkin and the one of the American Flag (post 9/11 cookie). We had a great time and went home, ordered dinner and watched the movie together. Of course singing along the entire time.
It was probably one of the best nights Kelly and I had last year. It was seriously fun.
So this year...big plans! :-D
K...now that is it for real.
barp.
Thanks Reets! You helped me to get a little bit better.
So I am supposed to start dog sitting tomorrow night, but it turns out that the dog is menstruating all over the place. "Missy", the dog, is now wearing a diaper and it must be changed before she goes out on her walk. SICK! I don't do that. And I KNOW Kelly don't do that. So I have told the people that she and I will not be dog sitting this weekend. EWE! I can't believe this lady hasn't had her dog spade. I mean...it's bleeding out of it's vergina for god's sakes!
And yes...I meant to type "vergina".
This weekend, Rita and I head to the Pocono's to have a weekend romp with our lady friends from college. While these 4 girls are Rita and my best friends from way back, it will definitly not be a weekend of total exuberance.
Did that make sense?
There will be drama. There will be laughs, prolly some tears. It will be overwhelming. That's for sure. I am excited about it. I really am. But I am NOT going swimming. There is a lake and a pool and I have made Rita promise me that she nor I will go swimming. If she decides to break the promise, I have to make out with our friend, Jessica. I think it's a fair deal. I mean, Jessica is one hot piece of ass.
(snicker snicker)
We have told the girls that we can't stay until Monday, cuz Kelly has her graduation party that day. hahaha. We lie.
We just wanted to have one day to sleep! I mean...August has been the absolute craziest month of our lives! Neither she nor I have had a moment's peace. Every weekend has been filled with either visits out of the city or events in the city. It's been great, but a bit much. Just think Reets...next weekend will be free and clear! For the most part.
Paul is supposed to come down and visit me and I am very excited to see his little face. As I wrote on Monday, we had an incredible weekend together and it definitly helped to spark the passion between us a bit more.
Well, actually, the sex was blah, but the connection we had was great.
Long story and way too personal to get into here.
Last night I watched American Pop Idol. The show blows. It really does. 2 of the 3 that are left suck my dick. I do enjoy Kelly. I think she is phenomenally talented and definitly has a bright career in front of her. But AMERICAN POP IDOL? I don't think so. I think that maybe we are done with Pop Idols for a little while. Society is moving towards R & B or music with an edge - hence Nicklesnore, Puddle of Snore, and Avril LaSnore.
I do enjoy the premise of American Pop Idol. What I don't like are the stupid skits they do, the constant judges bickering, and the annoying children that are screaming the entire time. Does anyone else understand what I am getting at? I don't want to be a negative nancy about all of this...but if Dunkleman doesn't go away forever, I will be forced to remove him myself.
I also happened to catch the Diary of the VMA Superstars on MTV. Justin TimbAHlake will be making his first solo performance tomorrow night at the VMA's. GOD! Could this kid GET any more beautiful?!?!?! There is just something about him that makes me wet myself whenever he is on the tube. He is, obviously, attractive, he is smooth, he is cool, and above all else, he is fucking funny and adorable. I just love him. I will immediatly buy his cd, and like the giddy 15 year old girl that I am, I might even buy a poster of him to put above my canopy bed.
Ah the dreams I will have...
He's the fucking best.
Too bad Joey Fatone is busy getting his dick sucked by my friend Rachel. He could have been performing at the VMA's too, but he is too horny for his own good. Way to go Sexaholic!
I have a question...
Could the 3 gigantic pimples I have on my face go away now?
If it's not too much to ask.
I weighed myself this weekend while I was in P-town and was shocked to find out that I tip the scales at 180#!
FUCK YEAH!
I weigh as much as my boyfriend now. WHOOPS!
I say to Paul: "Holy shit! I thought I was at like 155#."
Paul: "No Joe. You haven't been near that for 3 years!"
Thanks Paul.
Douche.
It's a good thing I have an overly attractive face.
;)
but not really ;)
I like being bigger, but I would also like to see my abs at some point before I am fitty.
And by fitty, I mean 50.
Alright...I guess that is it.
peace jiggas!
If you are bored and want to read about how awful it is to ride the NYC subways,
click here
This is another link that Ari sent me, but I haven't even seen what it is yet. I may be taking a risk by just plugging it in here, but I trust her judgement. WHAT COULD THIS BE?
Also...I just started The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold today. I am only on page 30, but tears have pricked at my eyes twice already. It's a beautiful book. I can just tell.
Rita has already read it. I am next and then Kelly. After we have all finished it, we are having a book club meeting to discuss it. How fun, right?
Our next book is for Halloween! Does anyone have a SCARY book that they can suggest? It has to be one that none of us have read and with me being the connosiurereoai (that is supposed to be connosewer) of horror books, I need to know of one that may not be that popular.
Also...on Halloween night, after we do something incredibly fun of course, Kelly and I are going to show Rita The Rocky Horror Picture Show movie on VH1. She has never seen it! Kelly and I created the tradition of watching it on Halloween last year. How fun, right?
Last year, Kelly and I went to the restaurant she was working at at the time (Park Avalon) and got drinks. We also got these little cookies. Do you remember Kel? The one of the pumpkin and the one of the American Flag (post 9/11 cookie). We had a great time and went home, ordered dinner and watched the movie together. Of course singing along the entire time.
It was probably one of the best nights Kelly and I had last year. It was seriously fun.
So this year...big plans! :-D
K...now that is it for real.
barp.
Tuesday, August 27, 2002
YES!
Time to go home! I am immediately putting my nose in a bucket of epson salt or something when I get to my house. It burns like nobody's bihness! Does anyone have a remedy or an idea as to how to soothe my burning nose?
I would greatly appreciate any and all help.
Rita has offered to make me lentil soup cuz I feel like shit. We are going to get some juice and fresh bread on the way home and then she is going to tuck me into my bed and serve me, slave style.
She is a good friend to offer to take care of my grump ass.
Well, I am a good friend for eating her out every night before she goes to sleep.
And I hate pussy.
Whatevs.
Either way I get soup.
Time to go home! I am immediately putting my nose in a bucket of epson salt or something when I get to my house. It burns like nobody's bihness! Does anyone have a remedy or an idea as to how to soothe my burning nose?
I would greatly appreciate any and all help.
Rita has offered to make me lentil soup cuz I feel like shit. We are going to get some juice and fresh bread on the way home and then she is going to tuck me into my bed and serve me, slave style.
She is a good friend to offer to take care of my grump ass.
Well, I am a good friend for eating her out every night before she goes to sleep.
And I hate pussy.
Whatevs.
Either way I get soup.
What the fuck is wrong with my head?
I don't understand it. I must have some sort of serious sinus infection. It has been bothering me all summer and it just won't go away. I am at the point where I am considering lopping off my nose, digging my fingers around in there, and cleaning out all the shit that is driving me to the point of insane. I don't have a badly stuffed up nose. I have this constant tingling and itchiness that makes my eyes water, my nose spray, and my head fuzzy. Can it go away now please?
I took some Robitussin this am. Robi-my ass.
Tonight there is a free concert downtown. Moby and Our Lady Peace are playing. OUR LADY PEACE!!!!!!!!!!
I have yet to see them live and tonight was to be the night. But now I feel like shit and I don't know if I should go. I am off to the Pocono's this weekend to see some friends that I haven't seen in years. Must be in tip top shape for that. So it might be another night laying in bed and wishing I was dead.
Drop Dead Fred.
Now THAT is classic.
Kisses and a tit grab to Phoebe Cates.
Let's see...
Thanks to those commenting on my site. Looking forward to Thursday when I will be doing an entry based on the verdict of my latest pole. Kind of exciting.
So I hear that there is this blog party on September 20th. Does anyone actually go to that? I think it could be kind of cool. As long as I do what Ari says and not tell anyone who I am.
YEAH RIGHT! I want them to all know who I am.
I am Joe Cut the Shit.
LOL.
bullshit.
Last night I watched a movie called Jakob the Liar starring one Robin Williams.
It sucked.
honestly, it was shit. I hate saying that about a movie based on one of the most horrible tragedies of our time, but still.
Guys, it blew.
Usually I like Robin Williams. But in this, he was kinda snores. And the plot line of the movie, while rather cute, was dumb.
Watch Bamboozled instead. Now that shit rocked!
What else, what else...
my nose is burning!
I think I will be taking a nap during lunch today. Must kick the shit out of this nose bullshit.
Sorry to keep complaining about it, but really, it's not good. If it keeps up, I feel that my nose will rot off my face in
Cryptkeeper Style
Check that out! It says "Boils and Ghouls!"
I don't understand it. I must have some sort of serious sinus infection. It has been bothering me all summer and it just won't go away. I am at the point where I am considering lopping off my nose, digging my fingers around in there, and cleaning out all the shit that is driving me to the point of insane. I don't have a badly stuffed up nose. I have this constant tingling and itchiness that makes my eyes water, my nose spray, and my head fuzzy. Can it go away now please?
I took some Robitussin this am. Robi-my ass.
Tonight there is a free concert downtown. Moby and Our Lady Peace are playing. OUR LADY PEACE!!!!!!!!!!
I have yet to see them live and tonight was to be the night. But now I feel like shit and I don't know if I should go. I am off to the Pocono's this weekend to see some friends that I haven't seen in years. Must be in tip top shape for that. So it might be another night laying in bed and wishing I was dead.
Drop Dead Fred.
Now THAT is classic.
Kisses and a tit grab to Phoebe Cates.
Let's see...
Thanks to those commenting on my site. Looking forward to Thursday when I will be doing an entry based on the verdict of my latest pole. Kind of exciting.
So I hear that there is this blog party on September 20th. Does anyone actually go to that? I think it could be kind of cool. As long as I do what Ari says and not tell anyone who I am.
YEAH RIGHT! I want them to all know who I am.
I am Joe Cut the Shit.
LOL.
bullshit.
Last night I watched a movie called Jakob the Liar starring one Robin Williams.
It sucked.
honestly, it was shit. I hate saying that about a movie based on one of the most horrible tragedies of our time, but still.
Guys, it blew.
Usually I like Robin Williams. But in this, he was kinda snores. And the plot line of the movie, while rather cute, was dumb.
Watch Bamboozled instead. Now that shit rocked!
What else, what else...
my nose is burning!
I think I will be taking a nap during lunch today. Must kick the shit out of this nose bullshit.
Sorry to keep complaining about it, but really, it's not good. If it keeps up, I feel that my nose will rot off my face in
Cryptkeeper Style
Check that out! It says "Boils and Ghouls!"
This is what I want for my birthday. Start saving now. It's quite pricey...
YAYAYAYAYAYAY
and yum. I could eat myself!
YAYAYAYAYAYAY
and yum. I could eat myself!
Monday, August 26, 2002
YAY to PENELOPE, who is from this point on going by her birth name of Ari.
so YAY to ARI!
She helped me to put a comment section on my website. Because of her I can hear from all of you.
Thank you so much P! You are the best!
So Jami...I have done as you have asked...the comment section is on my site. Hopefully you haven't given up on me yet.
Everyone have a great night! And leave me a comment!
:-D
so YAY to ARI!
She helped me to put a comment section on my website. Because of her I can hear from all of you.
Thank you so much P! You are the best!
So Jami...I have done as you have asked...the comment section is on my site. Hopefully you haven't given up on me yet.
Everyone have a great night! And leave me a comment!
:-D
Here is the story...
Mariah and her best friend Rachel go to see RENT last Wednesday night for Rachel's birthday. As we know, Joey Fatone, of NYSYNC fame, is starring in the show. Rachel and Mariah wait after the show to meet him and to give him some special love. Unfortunatly, they weren't able to meet him at first because there were thousands of little girls screaming and yelling and going crazy. As Joey makes his way to his car, he waves at Mariah and Rachel and drives off.
Kind of disappointed, the girls leave the show and go to a club called Suede.
While there, Joey Fatone walks in the front door, notices them and comes over to hang out with them for awhile. SERIOUSLY. Joey Fatone, and his semi-annoying entourage, hung with Rachel and Mariah all evening. Then, P-Diddy's mother stopped by for a few drinks and Mariah goes up to her and is like "Girl, you look good!" P-Diddy's mom loved Mariah and talked to her for awhile. Eventually, the club is closing and Joey asks the manager of the club if he can use it for about an hour. The guy says "Sure" and everyone leaves the club. Mariah waits outside while Joey eats Rachel's pussy and in return gets a quick blow. When asked about Joey Fatone's dick, Rachel comments: "Joe...it was a SUPERSTAR penis! It smelled good, tasted good, and looked good!"
I barfed, but was also totally excited for her.
After this, Joey drops them off at their apartment, promising to call.
And he actually does!
Joey Fatone calls Rachel on Thursday morning and makes plans to go to lunch with her and Mariah. Of course, the douchebag doesn't pick them up at their apartment, and forces them to trek all the way to this dink pizzaria in the dredges of Brooklyn. Whatever, pizza went well, they had some funny conversations, and Joey LIKE A PERFECT GENTLEMAN FOR ONCE, drops them off at their place.
Friday night, he calls Rachel again to hangout. UM!
He mentioned something about being at the VMA'S this Thursday. IMAGINE IF RACHEL GOT TO GO!?!?!?!
Will definitely keep you all updated. It is very rare that a celebrity, no matter how nasty, hooks up with someone we all know.
If you want more stories, or to see pictures of the whole event...talk to Mariah.
Ask her about "Doey".
She will die laughing.
Mariah and her best friend Rachel go to see RENT last Wednesday night for Rachel's birthday. As we know, Joey Fatone, of NYSYNC fame, is starring in the show. Rachel and Mariah wait after the show to meet him and to give him some special love. Unfortunatly, they weren't able to meet him at first because there were thousands of little girls screaming and yelling and going crazy. As Joey makes his way to his car, he waves at Mariah and Rachel and drives off.
Kind of disappointed, the girls leave the show and go to a club called Suede.
While there, Joey Fatone walks in the front door, notices them and comes over to hang out with them for awhile. SERIOUSLY. Joey Fatone, and his semi-annoying entourage, hung with Rachel and Mariah all evening. Then, P-Diddy's mother stopped by for a few drinks and Mariah goes up to her and is like "Girl, you look good!" P-Diddy's mom loved Mariah and talked to her for awhile. Eventually, the club is closing and Joey asks the manager of the club if he can use it for about an hour. The guy says "Sure" and everyone leaves the club. Mariah waits outside while Joey eats Rachel's pussy and in return gets a quick blow. When asked about Joey Fatone's dick, Rachel comments: "Joe...it was a SUPERSTAR penis! It smelled good, tasted good, and looked good!"
I barfed, but was also totally excited for her.
After this, Joey drops them off at their apartment, promising to call.
And he actually does!
Joey Fatone calls Rachel on Thursday morning and makes plans to go to lunch with her and Mariah. Of course, the douchebag doesn't pick them up at their apartment, and forces them to trek all the way to this dink pizzaria in the dredges of Brooklyn. Whatever, pizza went well, they had some funny conversations, and Joey LIKE A PERFECT GENTLEMAN FOR ONCE, drops them off at their place.
Friday night, he calls Rachel again to hangout. UM!
He mentioned something about being at the VMA'S this Thursday. IMAGINE IF RACHEL GOT TO GO!?!?!?!
Will definitely keep you all updated. It is very rare that a celebrity, no matter how nasty, hooks up with someone we all know.
If you want more stories, or to see pictures of the whole event...talk to Mariah.
Ask her about "Doey".
She will die laughing.
Home from the weekend! And of course, back at work. I got in so late last night that I had to crash at Mariah's. It was fun, but so exhausting. I haven't been home since Thursday. It will feel so good to get into my house and collapse on my bed tonight. It's also the only night this week in which I have nothing to do. ARGH! But also good I guess.
So the weekend was fantastic. Everything up until Provincetown on Friday was snores, so I will start with that.
Paul, Mariah and I got to Cape Cod at about 11:30pm on Friday and immediately drove to P-town for Carnivale! It was wonderful! We had tons of drinks, got to go to a bunch of different bars, met some cool gay people, and did it up! The three of us always have a great time together and it was nice being with them for the night. (everyone else stayed back at the beach house, cuz they were boresville)
Provincetown is adorable. I find out that Provincetown is actually quite large, but Provincetown CENTER is where all the gays are. It's a small area, but so fun. And people are just packed in like cattle. I would LOVE to spend a summer there, living the gay life, working, and just hanging out. It was seriously fun. Paul and I were able to hold hands and kiss and walk around all romantic-like with no fear of getting the shit kicked out of us.
Friday night ended with the three of us staying up until 5am and partying like the rock stars we are.
Saturday morning, Paul and I drove into P-town to go to lunch, sit on the beach, and do some shopping. It was amazing. We got along very well, which was a nice change, ate like a couple of hoss's, and talked talked talked. It was beautiful.
Around 5pm, we drove back to the beach house, took quick naps, ate another GIGANTIC dinner, and drank the night away. Mariah's girlfriend "Marisa" had a bunch of friends there, who don't know that she nor Mariah is gay, and that kind of sucked. Whatever, they were bitches and we ignored them the whole time anyway. Paul and I did meet a couple cool people and the people we already knew were fun to be around. But for the most part, he and I had an incredibly romantic weekend together.
I loved being with him. LOVED it.
We had some amazing talks and I think we are doing better than we ever have. It's weird. He and I go up and down all the time. But after the week I had last week, I needed him to be great this weekend and he was.
Sunday, Paul and I drove these mini-motorcycles around Cape Cod and then went out to brunch with Marisa and Mariah. It was great.
Marisa decided to drop Mariah and I off at the bus station. While we were at a traffic light, Paul tells me to check his messages. I do and find out that Kelly has had a nightmare of a time taking care of this dog that we are supposed to be sitting for. Turns out she spent most of Saturday night chasing the dog around NYC. The message I heard was "Joe, the dog is gone. Just gone....shumma shumma shum the dog is gone!"
WHAT?!?!
I freaked out. I mean, how could I not. I immediately called Kelly to find out that the dog was safe and sound in the apartment. I still have yet to talk to her in depth about the whole ordeal, but thank the lord in heaven above that the dog is okay. THANK THE LORD! I have no idea what I would have said to the lady when she got back. Oh boy. God really is looking out for us.
Phew.
Supposed to dog sit starting on Thursday, but will have to call the other people that are sitting and find out if I should even do that. I was really looking forward to this and I need the money, so hopefully it will all figure itself out.
We shall see...
I guess that is it for now....
Have a great story about Joey Fatone and my friend Rachel to put in here. But that will have to wait until later.
Right now I get to go do some bullshit project in our office library.
A
NNOY
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Latas.
So the weekend was fantastic. Everything up until Provincetown on Friday was snores, so I will start with that.
Paul, Mariah and I got to Cape Cod at about 11:30pm on Friday and immediately drove to P-town for Carnivale! It was wonderful! We had tons of drinks, got to go to a bunch of different bars, met some cool gay people, and did it up! The three of us always have a great time together and it was nice being with them for the night. (everyone else stayed back at the beach house, cuz they were boresville)
Provincetown is adorable. I find out that Provincetown is actually quite large, but Provincetown CENTER is where all the gays are. It's a small area, but so fun. And people are just packed in like cattle. I would LOVE to spend a summer there, living the gay life, working, and just hanging out. It was seriously fun. Paul and I were able to hold hands and kiss and walk around all romantic-like with no fear of getting the shit kicked out of us.
Friday night ended with the three of us staying up until 5am and partying like the rock stars we are.
Saturday morning, Paul and I drove into P-town to go to lunch, sit on the beach, and do some shopping. It was amazing. We got along very well, which was a nice change, ate like a couple of hoss's, and talked talked talked. It was beautiful.
Around 5pm, we drove back to the beach house, took quick naps, ate another GIGANTIC dinner, and drank the night away. Mariah's girlfriend "Marisa" had a bunch of friends there, who don't know that she nor Mariah is gay, and that kind of sucked. Whatever, they were bitches and we ignored them the whole time anyway. Paul and I did meet a couple cool people and the people we already knew were fun to be around. But for the most part, he and I had an incredibly romantic weekend together.
I loved being with him. LOVED it.
We had some amazing talks and I think we are doing better than we ever have. It's weird. He and I go up and down all the time. But after the week I had last week, I needed him to be great this weekend and he was.
Sunday, Paul and I drove these mini-motorcycles around Cape Cod and then went out to brunch with Marisa and Mariah. It was great.
Marisa decided to drop Mariah and I off at the bus station. While we were at a traffic light, Paul tells me to check his messages. I do and find out that Kelly has had a nightmare of a time taking care of this dog that we are supposed to be sitting for. Turns out she spent most of Saturday night chasing the dog around NYC. The message I heard was "Joe, the dog is gone. Just gone....shumma shumma shum the dog is gone!"
WHAT?!?!
I freaked out. I mean, how could I not. I immediately called Kelly to find out that the dog was safe and sound in the apartment. I still have yet to talk to her in depth about the whole ordeal, but thank the lord in heaven above that the dog is okay. THANK THE LORD! I have no idea what I would have said to the lady when she got back. Oh boy. God really is looking out for us.
Phew.
Supposed to dog sit starting on Thursday, but will have to call the other people that are sitting and find out if I should even do that. I was really looking forward to this and I need the money, so hopefully it will all figure itself out.
We shall see...
I guess that is it for now....
Have a great story about Joey Fatone and my friend Rachel to put in here. But that will have to wait until later.
Right now I get to go do some bullshit project in our office library.
A
NNOY
ING
Latas.
Wednesday, August 21, 2002
Wow. So busy again today! I can't believe how much shit I have done this week. The pads of my fingers are pretty much worked to the bone. If I have to design one more flier at this job, I may shoot myself or a Rabbi. Depends on my mood.
We had lasagna today at work that was quite excellent. However, there was no sauce on it. Is it illegal to make lasagna without sauce? I think so. I will ask my Italian grandmother tonight and see what she says. Oh yeah. She is sleeping forever. Maybe I won't be able to ask her.
Too bad I ate so much of it that now I feel like I am going to shit out some whole noodles. Eh. Maybe next time I will chew.
Whatevs.
So I have to go meet the dog lady after work today. I am supposed to potentially dog-sit for her for about a week while she and her husband are in Italy. She seems like a nice lady. A little pathetic, but nice. I think she is one of those people that has pets instead of children. She originally wanted to take the dog with her to Italy, but has since decided that that may be a little ridiculous. I kind of agreed. Plus, I want her money.
My boss is trying to fuck me out of having Friday off, but little does he know...I don't give a SHIT what he has to say about it. I will not be coming in on Friday regardless and I just DARE him to fire me. Double dog dare.
Will never happen.
I got my haircut today and it looks pretty decent. Usually it takes about 30 minutes for the whole process. Today it took 8. I had so much extra time that I got to go to Duane Reade of my love, the bank, AND even had a couple extra minutes to jerk off in the bathroom.
SIKE.
But not always sike.
Ok...adios.
Hope everyone is doing well.
Penelope got the most beautiful roses today. She is one lucky lady.
She was so adorable and red-faced when she came in and saw them. Everyone was like "Oooh" and "Ahhh". They all wanted to know what the deal was. She tried very covertly to tell them who they were from without actually telling them who they are from.
I mean really. They were like flies to shit wanting to know the whole story. Even the woman rabbi called her into the office to get the scoop.
You know...for a rabbi, that lady is quite the gossip hound.
Hmmm....do you make fun of rabbi's repeatedly in your blogger?
Yes.
Yes you do.
Latas.
We had lasagna today at work that was quite excellent. However, there was no sauce on it. Is it illegal to make lasagna without sauce? I think so. I will ask my Italian grandmother tonight and see what she says. Oh yeah. She is sleeping forever. Maybe I won't be able to ask her.
Too bad I ate so much of it that now I feel like I am going to shit out some whole noodles. Eh. Maybe next time I will chew.
Whatevs.
So I have to go meet the dog lady after work today. I am supposed to potentially dog-sit for her for about a week while she and her husband are in Italy. She seems like a nice lady. A little pathetic, but nice. I think she is one of those people that has pets instead of children. She originally wanted to take the dog with her to Italy, but has since decided that that may be a little ridiculous. I kind of agreed. Plus, I want her money.
My boss is trying to fuck me out of having Friday off, but little does he know...I don't give a SHIT what he has to say about it. I will not be coming in on Friday regardless and I just DARE him to fire me. Double dog dare.
Will never happen.
I got my haircut today and it looks pretty decent. Usually it takes about 30 minutes for the whole process. Today it took 8. I had so much extra time that I got to go to Duane Reade of my love, the bank, AND even had a couple extra minutes to jerk off in the bathroom.
SIKE.
But not always sike.
Ok...adios.
Hope everyone is doing well.
Penelope got the most beautiful roses today. She is one lucky lady.
She was so adorable and red-faced when she came in and saw them. Everyone was like "Oooh" and "Ahhh". They all wanted to know what the deal was. She tried very covertly to tell them who they were from without actually telling them who they are from.
I mean really. They were like flies to shit wanting to know the whole story. Even the woman rabbi called her into the office to get the scoop.
You know...for a rabbi, that lady is quite the gossip hound.
Hmmm....do you make fun of rabbi's repeatedly in your blogger?
Yes.
Yes you do.
Latas.
Tuesday, August 20, 2002
What up everyone??!?!?!
Sorry for the whole missing in action thing. Got caught up in my weekend and then work has me going non-stop. Its funny that I spent the whole summer doing shit, just to find out that when the students return, I have a real job afterall.
The one good thing is that the days go by SO much faster when I actually have shit to do.
And boy do I have shit to do.
Let's see...
Sitting here with my pathetic glass of wine. Rita is out meeting up with an old friend of hers from highschool. They haven't seen eachother in years and she is nervous, excited, etc. about the whole thing. I gave her a good pep talk and sent her on her way.
Unfortunately, there hasn't been much going on in my life over the last couple of days. Been kind of down about some shit that happened over the weekend, but I think I may be pulling out of it afterall.
Time heals all wounds. As annoying as that saying is...it is very true and I must remember it every time I get stuck in a rut like the one I seem to be stuck in now.
whatever. No reason obsessing. It will all just go away eventually.
Hopefully.
So I got this new obsession going. It's called the New York Public Library. I just got my card about 2 weeks ago...but I can't stop going there like every day. Seriously, it's becoming a problem.
If you go to the library on Monday and check out a book, it's a given that you shouldn't need to revisit the library again for at least a couple days or a week, depending on how fast you read the book(s) you have just gotten.
But my theory is...if you don't like the book you have just gotten...you go back the next day, turn it in and get something new.
It's too much power for a boy like me. I am getting into this habit of reading 50 pages of a book, deciding it's shit and then going back the next day on my lunch break to spend an hour in there finding something different and more exciting. At this rate, I will never actually read a full book. But I will know all the titles of everything out there.
Plus they have movies and I can't stop renting those either.
Oh man. Someone help me. I am getting a little out of control.
This weekend, I went to a couple Albany bars with my friend Mariah and a couple of her friends from home. One of which lives in NYC with her. I love this girl, Rachel, that she lives with....USUALLY. But Friday night, she was the devil and I really hated every second I spent with her. Eventually I ditched them all and did what I wanted to do.
Alone.
And I was great with it.
And to be honest, I wasn't alone.
Kelly...I ran into the following people at Oh Bar:
Jim Lanahan and Tommy. UM WHAT?!?! Do I run into them in Albany???
Dan Keon. Stupid idiot, wouldn't leave me alone Dan Keon.
KEVIN! OKAY! So I run into an ex-boyfriend? He sucked and wouldn't leave me alone either...but I think he eventually got the hint. I mean...someone like me just doesn't spend the night walking around with someone like him. heh heh.
Also...I ran into Erin Selkis who is now a WOMAN! Uh what?!?!? I actually said to her: "What's your name...you look so familiar." She goes..."Joe...it's ERIN SELKIS!"
After shitting myself from shock...then having to go to the bathroom to clean myself up...I say to her..."What the hell have you been doing all these years?"
I don't remember what she said because I was asleep from boredom after the first five minutes.
Snore.
Rome, the bar, has turned ghetto and everyone in it was out of their fucking minds. I remember when I was at Rome's opening with Kevin, like 4 years ago, and it was so classy and nice.
Now...wow. It's become a teenager/drug romp fest.
OH! And let all you NYC people know...I ordered 4 drinks for the people I was with...expecting to pay for them all, cuz it was my turn. Guess how much it cost? I thought at least $26 bucks...but NOPE!
$13.50.
How does anyone ever go poor in Albany?!?!
The night was fine.
The end.
I saw the movie "Signs" with my parents on Sunday and it was not only scary as fuck...it was moving. I found myself laughing, crying, and jumping out of my seat. If you don't see this movie in the theater...then you are missing out on quite an experience. Mel Gibson...can do no wrong. No seriously...no wrong. I don't care if he hates gays. This gay loves him.
Certain movies are meant for the big screen.
This is one of them.
And if you don't like it...it's best to keep your mouth shut...cuz I know theater and I know film and I know what works. This movie is fucking BOMB.
The end.
Again.
Alright...time to go make myself some fucking dinner. This bitch has been burping up hot dogs all day, cuz I made the wonderful mistake of eating 2 of them for lunch today. They were amazing.
But now I taste them about every five minutes or so.
Jami...you are adorable. Where do you live? Your emails and webpage make me smile.
If you are in NYC...HELLS if we aren't getting together for drinks very soon.
Adios mi mujeres.
Oh! Y muchachos as well.
It's hard for me to tell who is reading these dayz.
Off to french fry land.
Sorry for the whole missing in action thing. Got caught up in my weekend and then work has me going non-stop. Its funny that I spent the whole summer doing shit, just to find out that when the students return, I have a real job afterall.
The one good thing is that the days go by SO much faster when I actually have shit to do.
And boy do I have shit to do.
Let's see...
Sitting here with my pathetic glass of wine. Rita is out meeting up with an old friend of hers from highschool. They haven't seen eachother in years and she is nervous, excited, etc. about the whole thing. I gave her a good pep talk and sent her on her way.
Unfortunately, there hasn't been much going on in my life over the last couple of days. Been kind of down about some shit that happened over the weekend, but I think I may be pulling out of it afterall.
Time heals all wounds. As annoying as that saying is...it is very true and I must remember it every time I get stuck in a rut like the one I seem to be stuck in now.
whatever. No reason obsessing. It will all just go away eventually.
Hopefully.
So I got this new obsession going. It's called the New York Public Library. I just got my card about 2 weeks ago...but I can't stop going there like every day. Seriously, it's becoming a problem.
If you go to the library on Monday and check out a book, it's a given that you shouldn't need to revisit the library again for at least a couple days or a week, depending on how fast you read the book(s) you have just gotten.
But my theory is...if you don't like the book you have just gotten...you go back the next day, turn it in and get something new.
It's too much power for a boy like me. I am getting into this habit of reading 50 pages of a book, deciding it's shit and then going back the next day on my lunch break to spend an hour in there finding something different and more exciting. At this rate, I will never actually read a full book. But I will know all the titles of everything out there.
Plus they have movies and I can't stop renting those either.
Oh man. Someone help me. I am getting a little out of control.
This weekend, I went to a couple Albany bars with my friend Mariah and a couple of her friends from home. One of which lives in NYC with her. I love this girl, Rachel, that she lives with....USUALLY. But Friday night, she was the devil and I really hated every second I spent with her. Eventually I ditched them all and did what I wanted to do.
Alone.
And I was great with it.
And to be honest, I wasn't alone.
Kelly...I ran into the following people at Oh Bar:
Jim Lanahan and Tommy. UM WHAT?!?! Do I run into them in Albany???
Dan Keon. Stupid idiot, wouldn't leave me alone Dan Keon.
KEVIN! OKAY! So I run into an ex-boyfriend? He sucked and wouldn't leave me alone either...but I think he eventually got the hint. I mean...someone like me just doesn't spend the night walking around with someone like him. heh heh.
Also...I ran into Erin Selkis who is now a WOMAN! Uh what?!?!? I actually said to her: "What's your name...you look so familiar." She goes..."Joe...it's ERIN SELKIS!"
After shitting myself from shock...then having to go to the bathroom to clean myself up...I say to her..."What the hell have you been doing all these years?"
I don't remember what she said because I was asleep from boredom after the first five minutes.
Snore.
Rome, the bar, has turned ghetto and everyone in it was out of their fucking minds. I remember when I was at Rome's opening with Kevin, like 4 years ago, and it was so classy and nice.
Now...wow. It's become a teenager/drug romp fest.
OH! And let all you NYC people know...I ordered 4 drinks for the people I was with...expecting to pay for them all, cuz it was my turn. Guess how much it cost? I thought at least $26 bucks...but NOPE!
$13.50.
How does anyone ever go poor in Albany?!?!
The night was fine.
The end.
I saw the movie "Signs" with my parents on Sunday and it was not only scary as fuck...it was moving. I found myself laughing, crying, and jumping out of my seat. If you don't see this movie in the theater...then you are missing out on quite an experience. Mel Gibson...can do no wrong. No seriously...no wrong. I don't care if he hates gays. This gay loves him.
Certain movies are meant for the big screen.
This is one of them.
And if you don't like it...it's best to keep your mouth shut...cuz I know theater and I know film and I know what works. This movie is fucking BOMB.
The end.
Again.
Alright...time to go make myself some fucking dinner. This bitch has been burping up hot dogs all day, cuz I made the wonderful mistake of eating 2 of them for lunch today. They were amazing.
But now I taste them about every five minutes or so.
Jami...you are adorable. Where do you live? Your emails and webpage make me smile.
If you are in NYC...HELLS if we aren't getting together for drinks very soon.
Adios mi mujeres.
Oh! Y muchachos as well.
It's hard for me to tell who is reading these dayz.
Off to french fry land.
Hello to Jami!
hahahahaha! I have been out of the loop for like 3 days and suddenly I am unknowingly causing tons of confusion and havoc. I wrote to this girl "Jami" about a week ago and then we started conversing through our bloggers. Well, I noticed that she called one of her friends a "fag" and of course, my overly defensive nature jumped out and I commented on her entry. Poor thing doesn't understand that I use MUCH worse terminology in my life, but for some reason, that day I was in the mood to tell a "non-fag" that they weren't allowed to use it. (Roll your eyes at me...cuz I deserve it)
In any case, it's all worked out, I think.
She has commented on my site a lot in her blogger and now she has totally peaked my interest.
Here is her page: Jami
I get out of work in 10 minutes so I gotta go pack my shit up so as not to be caught in this hell hole for a minute longer than I have to.
Will try to write something tonight when I get home. But in order to do that, I must have a glass of wine and/or a beer in my hand.
Also, a pack of smokes would be nice. mmmmm....smokes.
PEAYCE!
hahahahaha! I have been out of the loop for like 3 days and suddenly I am unknowingly causing tons of confusion and havoc. I wrote to this girl "Jami" about a week ago and then we started conversing through our bloggers. Well, I noticed that she called one of her friends a "fag" and of course, my overly defensive nature jumped out and I commented on her entry. Poor thing doesn't understand that I use MUCH worse terminology in my life, but for some reason, that day I was in the mood to tell a "non-fag" that they weren't allowed to use it. (Roll your eyes at me...cuz I deserve it)
In any case, it's all worked out, I think.
She has commented on my site a lot in her blogger and now she has totally peaked my interest.
Here is her page: Jami
I get out of work in 10 minutes so I gotta go pack my shit up so as not to be caught in this hell hole for a minute longer than I have to.
Will try to write something tonight when I get home. But in order to do that, I must have a glass of wine and/or a beer in my hand.
Also, a pack of smokes would be nice. mmmmm....smokes.
PEAYCE!
Friday, August 16, 2002
I am home. I am home. I am home!
And it feels fucking good.
For those of you who don't know, I originally hail from Albany, NY. I try to get home every month and a half or so to get a taste of where I come from. My parents are close to being my best friends and with my brother being in Germany due to the ARMY, it is sort of my duty to the good son and come home as much as possible. I shouldn't say it's a duty. That is about the farthest thing from the truth. I love being home. I love being with my family. And I LOVE the no-anxiety/stress free Joe that comes out when I am here.
Unfortunatly, due to the last minute plans, my parents won't be home until tomorrow morning. They are away and it sucks not having them here.
For somebody that is an INFJ, I sure have a lot of trouble getting my energy from being alone these days.
Something to think about...
I took the train home with Mariah and Rachel. We were able to ride for free because Mariah's father called in a favor with one of the guys that takes your tickets once you are on the train. When I asked Mariah what the favor was, she said "I have learned not to ask my dad such things". I laughed.
But then I was scared.
The ride home was fast. The girls were in so-so moods, which was perfect considering that I spent the first 15 minutes trying to fake the best mood ever. Once I realized that there was no need for that, I just settled in for an easy and smooth ride. Momma C (Mariah's motha) picked us up at the train station and so far, that has been the best moment of the entire trip. I just adore Mariah's mom and she just adores me. So there were lots of hugs, lots of kisses, and lots of talk about the impending theater career I got goin.
They dropped me off at my house and I walked in the door to find my dog, Bizmark, so excited to see me that his dick was in boner form until just about 10 minutes ago.
Sick.
But true.
He won't leave me alone. Which is nice, considering that I adore this dog with my every being. He follows me everywhere. I went to take a shit and he sobbed outside of the bathroom door until I let him in. Hey, if the smell doesn't bother him, why not come in and sit at my feet while I squeeze out a few of the Cosby's.
I am doing my laundry, which is free and convenient...a luxury only available in Albany. I took a shower and now a I sit in my towel, waiting for my clothes to dry. All the while, sipping a glass of wine and smoking a cigarette or 7. You see, in Albany, people don't hate smokers the way they do in NYC.
Who would have known that Albany has more class than the big apple?
I talked with Paul for awhile. I informed him that if I happen to meet someone out tonight that I find attractive, I will definitly be pursuing a hook up. He swallowed it with grace, slight bitching, but overall love for me.
He is a good boy. He deals with my bullshit the best way he can. And in all honesty, am I REALLY going to hook up with someone tonight?
Never.
But I want to be as honest with him about this whole thing as I possibly can.
Starting with preparing him for the worst.
He talks about moving to NYC every five minutes now.
It's funny to hear him talk so highly of the city now, after he only had negative jargon to spew about it for the last year and a half.
But that is because he hated the fact that I was there without him. Now that he knows we will be together at last, he just loves it! What a ridiculous monster.
So it seems to me that I must definitly add the comment section thing to my webpage. The poll has come to show that all those that read this have made my decision with a resounding YES!
So, first thing Monday morning, I will have it on my page. Thank you to my dear friend Jami, who convinced me of such a thing.
This girl intrigues me. She wrote an entry the other day, that included the word "fag" and I just felt compelled to comment on the entry, letting her know that I was uncomfortable with her use of it. In no way should she change for me. It just surprised me that people are still using that word in the conotation that she used it in. I hope that what I wrote didn't offend her and scare her off. A word is a word is a word. Especially when it is someone I don't know.
Unfortunatly, I happen to be a "fag", so it just zinged me when I read what she wrote.
Jami...if you are reading this...sorry if I made you feel bad. ;)
Rita is in Syracuse. I will be calling her in a bit to make sure that she is ok.
She is there to comfort some friends of ours that lost their grandmothers last week. :(
She is a stronger girl than me.
And I consider myself to be a VERY strong girl.
Kelly has the house to herself this weekend. She said something this morning that shocked me and filled me with absolute respect.
Usually, she HATES it when we both leave. Cuz Kelly is an "E", not an "I" and she gets her strength from those that she surrounds herself with.
For those of you that don't understand the whole ENFJ/INFP shit, I will put a link on my site so that you can take the test and see what you are. It's a famous and historical psychological test that will give you some insight into who you really are.
Quite like the mini-tests that you can take and post into your webpage. You know, like "What Kelly Osbourne hairstyle are you?" or "What flavor of cake represents your sex drive?"
OK. That was a joke. PLEASE understand that that was a joke.
So anyway, what I was saying is that Kelly told me this morning that she is actually looking forward to having the house to herself this weekend. Hearing these words out of her mouth was shocking. But it was also good and made me feel a little bit less guilty for her having to stay there alone, while I go back to our hometown.
It would be great to have her here, but it is even better to know that she is going to use these next couple of days to do what she wants to do. We ALL need that once in awhile.
So Kelly...ROCK. Do it up. Relax, walk around naked, get some strength back after your long ass week.
Oh, and clean the bathroom.
SIKE!
I still don't understand why God didn't give us three arms.
It is SO hard to type and smoke a cigarette at the same time.
Fuck you Bloomberg.
No really.
Fuck you.
Let's see...
one more random story.
Last night I am watching my tv and it is like 12:30am. I don't remember what was on and it is unimportant.
Actually, maybe it was important. So I will just say that I was watching Dawsons Creek.
YEAH FUCKING RIGHT. Like even in stories I would say that I was watching Dawson's Creek.
James Van der Beek is NEVER allowed on my television. Unless it is Varsity Blues. Cuz he was pretty hot in that.
In any case, I was watching The West Wing and suddenly out of nowhere, a little "n" appeared in the middle of the screen. But it wasn't any old "n". It was a spanish "n" with the little atilda (~) over it. Just like in the Spanish language. It sat there like this:
n
but remember, it had this: "~" on top of it.
It sat there in the middle of the screen for about 2 minutes and then it just went away.
I died laughing.
Then I stopped laughing and realized that my tv is slowly breaking.
Great.
Fuck you Spanish.
Alright...that is about it for tonight. Time to get dressed and hit up the lame ass gay bars in Albany.
Is it wrong that I am kind of excited?
And don't worry Kelly, I will definitly get a slice from Romeo's in your honor.
Bye all.
Enjoy your weekends.
And it feels fucking good.
For those of you who don't know, I originally hail from Albany, NY. I try to get home every month and a half or so to get a taste of where I come from. My parents are close to being my best friends and with my brother being in Germany due to the ARMY, it is sort of my duty to the good son and come home as much as possible. I shouldn't say it's a duty. That is about the farthest thing from the truth. I love being home. I love being with my family. And I LOVE the no-anxiety/stress free Joe that comes out when I am here.
Unfortunatly, due to the last minute plans, my parents won't be home until tomorrow morning. They are away and it sucks not having them here.
For somebody that is an INFJ, I sure have a lot of trouble getting my energy from being alone these days.
Something to think about...
I took the train home with Mariah and Rachel. We were able to ride for free because Mariah's father called in a favor with one of the guys that takes your tickets once you are on the train. When I asked Mariah what the favor was, she said "I have learned not to ask my dad such things". I laughed.
But then I was scared.
The ride home was fast. The girls were in so-so moods, which was perfect considering that I spent the first 15 minutes trying to fake the best mood ever. Once I realized that there was no need for that, I just settled in for an easy and smooth ride. Momma C (Mariah's motha) picked us up at the train station and so far, that has been the best moment of the entire trip. I just adore Mariah's mom and she just adores me. So there were lots of hugs, lots of kisses, and lots of talk about the impending theater career I got goin.
They dropped me off at my house and I walked in the door to find my dog, Bizmark, so excited to see me that his dick was in boner form until just about 10 minutes ago.
Sick.
But true.
He won't leave me alone. Which is nice, considering that I adore this dog with my every being. He follows me everywhere. I went to take a shit and he sobbed outside of the bathroom door until I let him in. Hey, if the smell doesn't bother him, why not come in and sit at my feet while I squeeze out a few of the Cosby's.
I am doing my laundry, which is free and convenient...a luxury only available in Albany. I took a shower and now a I sit in my towel, waiting for my clothes to dry. All the while, sipping a glass of wine and smoking a cigarette or 7. You see, in Albany, people don't hate smokers the way they do in NYC.
Who would have known that Albany has more class than the big apple?
I talked with Paul for awhile. I informed him that if I happen to meet someone out tonight that I find attractive, I will definitly be pursuing a hook up. He swallowed it with grace, slight bitching, but overall love for me.
He is a good boy. He deals with my bullshit the best way he can. And in all honesty, am I REALLY going to hook up with someone tonight?
Never.
But I want to be as honest with him about this whole thing as I possibly can.
Starting with preparing him for the worst.
He talks about moving to NYC every five minutes now.
It's funny to hear him talk so highly of the city now, after he only had negative jargon to spew about it for the last year and a half.
But that is because he hated the fact that I was there without him. Now that he knows we will be together at last, he just loves it! What a ridiculous monster.
So it seems to me that I must definitly add the comment section thing to my webpage. The poll has come to show that all those that read this have made my decision with a resounding YES!
So, first thing Monday morning, I will have it on my page. Thank you to my dear friend Jami, who convinced me of such a thing.
This girl intrigues me. She wrote an entry the other day, that included the word "fag" and I just felt compelled to comment on the entry, letting her know that I was uncomfortable with her use of it. In no way should she change for me. It just surprised me that people are still using that word in the conotation that she used it in. I hope that what I wrote didn't offend her and scare her off. A word is a word is a word. Especially when it is someone I don't know.
Unfortunatly, I happen to be a "fag", so it just zinged me when I read what she wrote.
Jami...if you are reading this...sorry if I made you feel bad. ;)
Rita is in Syracuse. I will be calling her in a bit to make sure that she is ok.
She is there to comfort some friends of ours that lost their grandmothers last week. :(
She is a stronger girl than me.
And I consider myself to be a VERY strong girl.
Kelly has the house to herself this weekend. She said something this morning that shocked me and filled me with absolute respect.
Usually, she HATES it when we both leave. Cuz Kelly is an "E", not an "I" and she gets her strength from those that she surrounds herself with.
For those of you that don't understand the whole ENFJ/INFP shit, I will put a link on my site so that you can take the test and see what you are. It's a famous and historical psychological test that will give you some insight into who you really are.
Quite like the mini-tests that you can take and post into your webpage. You know, like "What Kelly Osbourne hairstyle are you?" or "What flavor of cake represents your sex drive?"
OK. That was a joke. PLEASE understand that that was a joke.
So anyway, what I was saying is that Kelly told me this morning that she is actually looking forward to having the house to herself this weekend. Hearing these words out of her mouth was shocking. But it was also good and made me feel a little bit less guilty for her having to stay there alone, while I go back to our hometown.
It would be great to have her here, but it is even better to know that she is going to use these next couple of days to do what she wants to do. We ALL need that once in awhile.
So Kelly...ROCK. Do it up. Relax, walk around naked, get some strength back after your long ass week.
Oh, and clean the bathroom.
SIKE!
I still don't understand why God didn't give us three arms.
It is SO hard to type and smoke a cigarette at the same time.
Fuck you Bloomberg.
No really.
Fuck you.
Let's see...
one more random story.
Last night I am watching my tv and it is like 12:30am. I don't remember what was on and it is unimportant.
Actually, maybe it was important. So I will just say that I was watching Dawsons Creek.
YEAH FUCKING RIGHT. Like even in stories I would say that I was watching Dawson's Creek.
James Van der Beek is NEVER allowed on my television. Unless it is Varsity Blues. Cuz he was pretty hot in that.
In any case, I was watching The West Wing and suddenly out of nowhere, a little "n" appeared in the middle of the screen. But it wasn't any old "n". It was a spanish "n" with the little atilda (~) over it. Just like in the Spanish language. It sat there like this:
n
but remember, it had this: "~" on top of it.
It sat there in the middle of the screen for about 2 minutes and then it just went away.
I died laughing.
Then I stopped laughing and realized that my tv is slowly breaking.
Great.
Fuck you Spanish.
Alright...that is about it for tonight. Time to get dressed and hit up the lame ass gay bars in Albany.
Is it wrong that I am kind of excited?
And don't worry Kelly, I will definitly get a slice from Romeo's in your honor.
Bye all.
Enjoy your weekends.
Thursday, August 15, 2002
Just got my second wind.
WOO HAH!
WOO HAH!
Just a quick update on Paul...
We had an incredible talk last night. I was open, he was open. I got a lot of shit off my chest and he listened and responded with a sense of understanding so uncharacteristic of him. I was a little shocked.
I told him of my desires to pursue other sexual conquests. I told him about my fear of his moving to NYC. I told him that I don't know how I feel right now, etc. He swallowed all of it with ease and came back with some incredibly insightful comments.
He is planning on moving here on December 1st. With or without a job. As he says it: "It's time and all I want is to be there with you. No matter if I can see you every day, or once a week. Just being in the same city with you will make me happier than I have ever been."
Wow.
And holy shit.
We had an incredible talk last night. I was open, he was open. I got a lot of shit off my chest and he listened and responded with a sense of understanding so uncharacteristic of him. I was a little shocked.
I told him of my desires to pursue other sexual conquests. I told him about my fear of his moving to NYC. I told him that I don't know how I feel right now, etc. He swallowed all of it with ease and came back with some incredibly insightful comments.
He is planning on moving here on December 1st. With or without a job. As he says it: "It's time and all I want is to be there with you. No matter if I can see you every day, or once a week. Just being in the same city with you will make me happier than I have ever been."
Wow.
And holy shit.
OOF DAH.
What a day. I had a feeling that today was going to be shit from the minute I walked in to work. I was a little wrong...cuz it isn't total shit. Just exhausting, never-ending, mundane boredom has filled my inner being. That's all. Other than that...things are grrrrrrrrreat!
I must say...Mayor Asshole Bloomberg has stepped over the line now. Like he hadn't up until this point.
Penelope said it best in her entry today, so for full description, go visit her and see what she had to say.
Not only has Michael raised the cost of packs of cigarettes $2.50, he is now trying to limit smoking, in general, to either dumpsters, or in your house with all of the windows closed.
Today I wake up to find out that Bloomberg is also trying to pass a law forbidding cell phone usage while one is walking on the streets of Manhattan. Meaning...you can not walk up the street while talking on your cellie. No really. What I said is no fabrication. It is the truth.
Penelope had a good point. If you can't use your cell phone while you are driving and you can't use it while you are walking, where can you use it?
In your house, next to your home phone?
That sounds brilliant!
Gosh. What is this city turning into? Land of the free, home of the snarf. Pretty soon, we will all have microchips inserted into our brain so that the government can monitor our every movement.
Hmmm....
HMMMMMMM...
Hm.
What a day. I had a feeling that today was going to be shit from the minute I walked in to work. I was a little wrong...cuz it isn't total shit. Just exhausting, never-ending, mundane boredom has filled my inner being. That's all. Other than that...things are grrrrrrrrreat!
I must say...Mayor Asshole Bloomberg has stepped over the line now. Like he hadn't up until this point.
Penelope said it best in her entry today, so for full description, go visit her and see what she had to say.
Not only has Michael raised the cost of packs of cigarettes $2.50, he is now trying to limit smoking, in general, to either dumpsters, or in your house with all of the windows closed.
Today I wake up to find out that Bloomberg is also trying to pass a law forbidding cell phone usage while one is walking on the streets of Manhattan. Meaning...you can not walk up the street while talking on your cellie. No really. What I said is no fabrication. It is the truth.
Penelope had a good point. If you can't use your cell phone while you are driving and you can't use it while you are walking, where can you use it?
In your house, next to your home phone?
That sounds brilliant!
Gosh. What is this city turning into? Land of the free, home of the snarf. Pretty soon, we will all have microchips inserted into our brain so that the government can monitor our every movement.
Hmmm....
HMMMMMMM...
Hm.
Wednesday, August 14, 2002
On the poll, the last choice is: "The creativity on this site has gone SERVERELY downhill."
I ain't fixing it.
serverely is EXACTLY what I meant.
I ain't fixing it.
serverely is EXACTLY what I meant.
I just received my site meter report and folks...BIG NEWS! I have broken the 3,000 mark for number of visits. Page views...hey that's in the billions.
SIKE!
But page views don't count anyway. Aren't you proud of me? SNORES. If anyone is ACTUALLY proud of me...then I think we have to re-evaluate our friendship.
I think I could have a new reader named Jami. I read her blogger the other day and she had the funniest story in it. In fact, at the end of her entry, she wrote: "I am so glad that only my friends read this, because this is pretty embarrassing."
Of course, I then write her a little note in her comment section that I thought her story was genius and that I went through the same thing she did.
She wrote me a nice little email today saying that I should put comments on my page.
Should I?
I have been fighting against it this whole time, but maybe I should do it.
What the hell right?
Answer the poll and let me know y'all!
SIKE!
But page views don't count anyway. Aren't you proud of me? SNORES. If anyone is ACTUALLY proud of me...then I think we have to re-evaluate our friendship.
I think I could have a new reader named Jami. I read her blogger the other day and she had the funniest story in it. In fact, at the end of her entry, she wrote: "I am so glad that only my friends read this, because this is pretty embarrassing."
Of course, I then write her a little note in her comment section that I thought her story was genius and that I went through the same thing she did.
She wrote me a nice little email today saying that I should put comments on my page.
Should I?
I have been fighting against it this whole time, but maybe I should do it.
What the hell right?
Answer the poll and let me know y'all!
and on fourth thought, maybe I really am gay afterall.
on third thought, maybe that's the vomit I had for lunch.
on second thought, maybe that's the cigarettes.
wow. these fat burners make my mouth taste like vomit.
I just about love the New York Public Library. Not only have I proven my addiction by going just about every day, I have a routine. I take out two movies a week and have to have them back within 7 days. I can watch them at my leisure and the best part about all of it is that it is free! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Why don't more people use the library? Not only is it convenient, it hasn't cost me a dime yet! Books and movies and it's all fucking free! :-D
Also, you can reserve your books online so you never have to actually thumb through each book trying to find the one you want. You get an email telling you when the book you want is in. I wanted to reserve The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold, but there are 910 people waiting for it before me. Maybe I will just borrow it from Penelope or Rita. :)
I borrowed a book yesterday called Bitten and it is by one, Kelley Armstrong. The dedication in the book says: "To Jeff - for believing that I could." Now, although my name is Joe, I still thought that this was pretty cool. Cuz I know a Jeff and he is so fucking amazing.
SNARF!
The book is about a female werewolf. But seriously...it's really good. As I said to Rita yesterday, this woman, her name is Elena, is trying so desperatly hard to live a normal human life, but it is so impossible when she is just so hungry all the time. She bench presses like 500# and she is the best! Why won't everyone just let Elena be a strong and hungry girl?
No, but really...the book is jood. Very realistic so far. And kind of erotic.
In fact, I might need to go in the bathroom right now and beat off to the idea that I am a female manbeast that needs to eat everything I can get my hairy paws on.
HOW HOT IS THAT!?!?!
Also, you can reserve your books online so you never have to actually thumb through each book trying to find the one you want. You get an email telling you when the book you want is in. I wanted to reserve The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold, but there are 910 people waiting for it before me. Maybe I will just borrow it from Penelope or Rita. :)
I borrowed a book yesterday called Bitten and it is by one, Kelley Armstrong. The dedication in the book says: "To Jeff - for believing that I could." Now, although my name is Joe, I still thought that this was pretty cool. Cuz I know a Jeff and he is so fucking amazing.
SNARF!
The book is about a female werewolf. But seriously...it's really good. As I said to Rita yesterday, this woman, her name is Elena, is trying so desperatly hard to live a normal human life, but it is so impossible when she is just so hungry all the time. She bench presses like 500# and she is the best! Why won't everyone just let Elena be a strong and hungry girl?
No, but really...the book is jood. Very realistic so far. And kind of erotic.
In fact, I might need to go in the bathroom right now and beat off to the idea that I am a female manbeast that needs to eat everything I can get my hairy paws on.
HOW HOT IS THAT!?!?!
Hello friends.
Pretty tired today. It is Wednesday afterall, so I guess that should be expected. Have had two very productive evenings as of late. I have done my theater resume and cover letter to just about the best of my ability. Spent two evenings completely focused on it and hopefully they will both be well received by my future potential agents. (insert a fingerscrossed symbol here)
Tonight I have to make up the phone calls that I have let completely slide over the last week.
I have to talk to my parents because they have been begging me to hear all about the vacation. I am going to see them Saturday, so maybe I can just talk to them about it then.
I have to talk to Mariah because we have been playing phone tag like nobody's business. I call, she calls, I call, she calls...no words have been exchanged in person in over a week.
I HAVE TO HAVE TO talk to Paul tonight. We spoke for a few minutes last night, played another round of the infamous phone tag and never actually connected. So tonight, I have to sit with him and discuss the impending future. Is he or is he not moving here? How is he doing with his life in Boston? So many questions to ask and answer.
Also, next weekend, I am going to Boston because he is taking off Friday and Saturday from work so that we can go to Provincetown with Marisa and Mariah. Kind of like a double date weekend trip thing. I guess there is some sort of party going on and we are staying at some beach house. I really don't know too much about it, but it does sound like fun. And it has been ages since I have been to P-town. It feels so good to be in a town filled with gays. No worries. And it actually feels like being gay is normal.
I have been thinking lately that when I get older I am going to move to an all gay area, such as Provincetown, Fire Island, or San Francisco. I never thought that I would ever want to do something like that, but as I get older, I get less excited about living with my family in a city in which very few people understand. Although NYC is a very open-minded city, having kids go to school and tell their friends that they have two daddies does not go over very well. I am sure it happens in SF all the time. It's just something that I am going to want to pursue eventually. At least do some research. I don't want my children to have no straight influence and I definitly don't want them to be clueless as to the way the world really works, but I want them and myself to feel safe and to feel normal. Especially in the formative years.
I don't know.
Just a thought.
Time to go take my fat burner.
Hey, that's what they do in San Francisco.
Pretty tired today. It is Wednesday afterall, so I guess that should be expected. Have had two very productive evenings as of late. I have done my theater resume and cover letter to just about the best of my ability. Spent two evenings completely focused on it and hopefully they will both be well received by my future potential agents. (insert a fingerscrossed symbol here)
Tonight I have to make up the phone calls that I have let completely slide over the last week.
I have to talk to my parents because they have been begging me to hear all about the vacation. I am going to see them Saturday, so maybe I can just talk to them about it then.
I have to talk to Mariah because we have been playing phone tag like nobody's business. I call, she calls, I call, she calls...no words have been exchanged in person in over a week.
I HAVE TO HAVE TO talk to Paul tonight. We spoke for a few minutes last night, played another round of the infamous phone tag and never actually connected. So tonight, I have to sit with him and discuss the impending future. Is he or is he not moving here? How is he doing with his life in Boston? So many questions to ask and answer.
Also, next weekend, I am going to Boston because he is taking off Friday and Saturday from work so that we can go to Provincetown with Marisa and Mariah. Kind of like a double date weekend trip thing. I guess there is some sort of party going on and we are staying at some beach house. I really don't know too much about it, but it does sound like fun. And it has been ages since I have been to P-town. It feels so good to be in a town filled with gays. No worries. And it actually feels like being gay is normal.
I have been thinking lately that when I get older I am going to move to an all gay area, such as Provincetown, Fire Island, or San Francisco. I never thought that I would ever want to do something like that, but as I get older, I get less excited about living with my family in a city in which very few people understand. Although NYC is a very open-minded city, having kids go to school and tell their friends that they have two daddies does not go over very well. I am sure it happens in SF all the time. It's just something that I am going to want to pursue eventually. At least do some research. I don't want my children to have no straight influence and I definitly don't want them to be clueless as to the way the world really works, but I want them and myself to feel safe and to feel normal. Especially in the formative years.
I don't know.
Just a thought.
Time to go take my fat burner.
Hey, that's what they do in San Francisco.
Tuesday, August 13, 2002
If you have read this far...
go to my guestbook and write the number 7277 in the message box.
It's a test. Will you pass?
you have until Monday, August 19th.
go to my guestbook and write the number 7277 in the message box.
It's a test. Will you pass?
you have until Monday, August 19th.
I am sitting here right now, supposedly working on my theater resume and cover letter, but I got bored.
Kelly and Rita are watching an Oscar nominated movie called Amelie. IN FACT!
They just yelled at me saying the following: "VIVA LA FRANCE! YOU MAKING ME MISS THIS MOVIE!"
Ok, Rita said that. Not Kelly. But Kelly loved that Rita said it...I just know it! (picture me with a "curses" face on)
I just can't stop interrupting. They are watching a good movie and I want to watch a good movie. But work comes before play, AND the movie is in English subtitles, so I sit here and putter away until I go to bed. Which is soon, cuz Paul and I have to talk tonight. Things are getting a lit-tle out of hand at this point.
He is obsessed.
He thinks I am going to break up with him, so suddenly he is calling all the time. And when I say all the time, I mean, he called tonight at 5:50pm to "make sure that I got home alright."
Um.
It's weird to me and actually, this time it's not working.
My brain is in overdrive and I can't sort shit out. I feel confused. I NEVER feel confused. I am a man of action. I always have a plan. I even schedule every moment of my evenings, minute by minute.
Ask Rita.
So I don't know what I think right now.
What I do know is that:
1) I need to hook up with some big men and soon. Did I say fucking soon? cuz I mean like now. While you are reading this.
2) I am really going to jump into this acting thing, and although Paul supports it now, I know for a fact that he won't support it when it takes off. He is a jealous person by heart and it does factor into our relationship. Quite often.
I won't have time and he won't accept that. No matter he says, he will hate me if we break up after he moves to NYC. And now?...of ALL things...he is moving here for him! He wants to live here. But NO he doesn't. I can say "Don't move here." and he still will. I convinced him to convince himself, or will this work, or will, SDKFHJO:ISDIHJFLEIJFS ---------it's driving me fucking mad.
Shit.
I wanted him here so bad for so long and now it's the reality.
I am still in love with him. I feel it.
But I also feel extreme doubt. Which, to be honest, I go through alot. About every 6 months. We just got back together in December. So this would be our 8th month that I got a little itchy. Commitment and me = garbage.
I gotta figure out a way to get through this. I am no where near the place right now in which I would want to break up with him.
It's just all becoming so real, so fast.
Wow everyone. I really do have a boyfriend. Look he lives in the same city that I do!
uh....
what?
So much is changing.
SO MUCH IS CHANGING!
Sometimes I wish I was one of those lucky, ply-wood personality people (stacey), that just went through their life like it was smooth and easy. Then I wouldn't know that my life is changing.
I analyze too much. My brain, as is yours if you are reading this, is fucked up. Too much. Always too much!
So I need to relax. I need to write in this journal for therapy (thus having the luxury to explain myself to all of my friends without really saying it...), pray more, and let it go. It all happens the same way anyhow.
Craziness.
Goodnight.
I am worn the fuck out.
Kelly and Rita are watching an Oscar nominated movie called Amelie. IN FACT!
They just yelled at me saying the following: "VIVA LA FRANCE! YOU MAKING ME MISS THIS MOVIE!"
Ok, Rita said that. Not Kelly. But Kelly loved that Rita said it...I just know it! (picture me with a "curses" face on)
I just can't stop interrupting. They are watching a good movie and I want to watch a good movie. But work comes before play, AND the movie is in English subtitles, so I sit here and putter away until I go to bed. Which is soon, cuz Paul and I have to talk tonight. Things are getting a lit-tle out of hand at this point.
He is obsessed.
He thinks I am going to break up with him, so suddenly he is calling all the time. And when I say all the time, I mean, he called tonight at 5:50pm to "make sure that I got home alright."
Um.
It's weird to me and actually, this time it's not working.
My brain is in overdrive and I can't sort shit out. I feel confused. I NEVER feel confused. I am a man of action. I always have a plan. I even schedule every moment of my evenings, minute by minute.
Ask Rita.
So I don't know what I think right now.
What I do know is that:
1) I need to hook up with some big men and soon. Did I say fucking soon? cuz I mean like now. While you are reading this.
2) I am really going to jump into this acting thing, and although Paul supports it now, I know for a fact that he won't support it when it takes off. He is a jealous person by heart and it does factor into our relationship. Quite often.
I won't have time and he won't accept that. No matter he says, he will hate me if we break up after he moves to NYC. And now?...of ALL things...he is moving here for him! He wants to live here. But NO he doesn't. I can say "Don't move here." and he still will. I convinced him to convince himself, or will this work, or will, SDKFHJO:ISDIHJFLEIJFS ---------it's driving me fucking mad.
Shit.
I wanted him here so bad for so long and now it's the reality.
I am still in love with him. I feel it.
But I also feel extreme doubt. Which, to be honest, I go through alot. About every 6 months. We just got back together in December. So this would be our 8th month that I got a little itchy. Commitment and me = garbage.
I gotta figure out a way to get through this. I am no where near the place right now in which I would want to break up with him.
It's just all becoming so real, so fast.
Wow everyone. I really do have a boyfriend. Look he lives in the same city that I do!
uh....
what?
So much is changing.
SO MUCH IS CHANGING!
Sometimes I wish I was one of those lucky, ply-wood personality people (stacey), that just went through their life like it was smooth and easy. Then I wouldn't know that my life is changing.
I analyze too much. My brain, as is yours if you are reading this, is fucked up. Too much. Always too much!
So I need to relax. I need to write in this journal for therapy (thus having the luxury to explain myself to all of my friends without really saying it...), pray more, and let it go. It all happens the same way anyhow.
Craziness.
Goodnight.
I am worn the fuck out.
Still haven't talked to Paul. It has been over a week since we have had a real conversation.
Oh great...
Oh great...
I have a lot to write about today. I may have to do it in installments. But here are the headlines of the topics that will be addressed:
Britney Spears and the VMA's
Road Rules Campus Crawl
Smoking Ban in NYC
My Theater Resume
I was actually laying in bed last night, doing my best to try to remember each one of these topics so that I could write about them today. In fact, when I woke up, I immediatly ran the list in my head again. Now I am here and I actually remember.
First...
Britney Spears and the VMA's:
After seeing (once again) the preview for the upcoming Video Music Awards (August 29th), I noticed two things. One is that Jimmy Falon is just about the funniest and most adorable thing to come out of Albany since me. Second is that Britney Spears will only be making an "appearance" at the show. She will not be performing. At least, that's what I picked up from seeing the preview. Kelly and I were discussing the Britney Spear's/VMA situation the other day and she said that she thought it was good that Brit was out of the scene for awhile. Of course, we all whole-heartedly agree. However, I have to say that it would be in her best interest to take a break AFTER doing a knock-out performance at the awards show. She owes it to them and she owes it to herself. It wasn't too long ago, that her pseudo-strip tease caught national attention thus propelling her career into this mega-star phemomena.
Where are her publicity reps? Where are the people that are supposed to be planning her career out for her?
Yes, Britney needs a break. But she should perform at the VMA's first.
If I was her marketing/publicity rep., this is how I would have this all go down.
Britney performs in some sort of knock-out outfit. Having worked out for months to prepare, her body would be in the best shape it has ever been in. There is a big crescendo and then an explosion. Brit appears in the middle of the stage surrounded by her dancers. She wouldn't be performing her latest top 10 (Boys). She would be doing a mix of all of her top 10's, beginning with Baby One More Time. She would do about 30 seconds of each song. The songs should be somewhere along the lines of:
One More Time, Sometimes I Run, Crazy, Lucky, Oops I Did it Again, Not Yet a Woman, I'm a Slave, Overprotected, and Boys.
(Did I really just list all those songs off the top of my head. Oops. I did it again.)
During the montage of these songs, Britney would perform like mad, including a dance step from each hit. There would be lights, pyrotechnics, and at least 3 costume changes. Her dancers would be sweating their balls off trying to keep the whole thing flying. All of this would take place in under 6 minutes.
At the very end of her performance, I say that the lights cut out except for the lone spotlight on Britney. There is a loud crash and she says in her sexiest voice, "I'll be back" or some shit. The light then cuts out and Britney is gone. She has left the stage and she has left the VMA's. She doesn't do interviews, she doesn't do anything. She leaves the entertainment scene for 6 months or a year, or whatever she needs.
BUT WOULDN'T THAT BE GREAT?!?!
Slamming performance and then Britney just disappears.
But what will really happen is that Brit will not perform, she will present an award, snore us to death, and then do a thousand interviews before slipping into the crack of embarrassment with Tiffany, Debbie Gibson, and the Backstreet Boys.
Hmph.
Road Rules: Campus Crawl
I don't have too much to say about this show, except for the fact that if you aren't watching it, you are missing something wholesome and sweet. It is the very FIRST season I have ever seen of any MTV reality show in which all of the people co-exist in a space the size of a peanut and still get along as though they are all the most kind and gentle people on the planet.
Seriously. The season is at least half over at this point and last night's episode made me cry. It really did.
This group has come so far. The 6 of them take care of eachother, are honest with eachother, and really do work together as a team on every mission. 5 of the 6 of them are athletes, leaving out Sarah, who, as she says, just likes to "sit around and hang out." Yet, when Sarah causes them to fail most of the missions, they swallow it, help her along and just move forward. It's really quite beautiful.
BUT THE CLINCHER IS...
The Road Rulers have been told from the beginning, that if they lose more than 2 challenges, they have to either:
a) Give up all the prizes up to that point or
b) Vote off the weakest member of the team.
Within the first 3 episodes, the team lost two challenges and the decision was easy. Give up the prizes. They had only earned motor scooters by that point. But now...7 weeks into the game, they have made tons of money, won tons of prizes, gift certificates, etc. And then last night, they go and lose another challenge. Decision time.
Lose all prizes or vote off Sarah. But there is another clincher...and I don't know WHY MTV is doing this...
If they decide to lose all their prizes and NOT pick someone to vote off...a RANDOM cast member will be voted off. UM! Yeah, that's totally fair.
They all sit down together to fully discuss what is going to happen.
The boys vote to eliminate someone and to keep the prizes.
The girls vote to lose the prizes and leave everyone on equal playing ground. Who ever gets the boot, gets the boot.
There are hard feelings and everyone is upset.
Joe crys at this part.
Next week though...the answer will be revealed. Who is going home?
None of this is probably intersting to you. But it should be. It's nice to sit and watch a half hour show that makes you feel better about humanity. And who can possibly sit in front of this show and NOT fall completely in love with Road Ruler ERIC! Not only is he totally adorable, he has a heart of gold. He is open minded and he is wonderful. I want to marry a man just like Eric. That looks like him, acts like him, and well, IS him.
Watch this show...you don't know what you are missing.
Smoking Ban in NYC
I think Penelope wrote about this in her blogger at one point, or she and I talked about this...
but either way...
I hear on the radio this morning that Bloomberg is going full force with this ELIMINATE SMOKING campaign. As we all know, a pack of smokes costs $7 now. (You can find them at Duane Reade for much cheaper, but don't let the word get out...)
On top of this, by the end of the year, there will be no smoking in the following places in NYC:
Bars
Restaurants
Beaches
Parks
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??? Not only has he raised the prices, he is eliminating every area in which smokers can go. It's pretty unbelievable. In a way I am happy. It will definitly get me to quit. But I have to be honest and say that it is completly unfair. I think it may even be against the constitution. It has been linked to Prohibition and that may be correct.
Z100 made a good point today when they said that you can sit in Columbus Circle and have a cigarette, but don't you dare walk into the park with it.
Cuz if you do...fines up the ass!
Wow. Time to quit everyone.
Lastly...
My Theater Resume
Is so amateur and shitty, I will never make it in this business.
The end.
Britney Spears and the VMA's
Road Rules Campus Crawl
Smoking Ban in NYC
My Theater Resume
I was actually laying in bed last night, doing my best to try to remember each one of these topics so that I could write about them today. In fact, when I woke up, I immediatly ran the list in my head again. Now I am here and I actually remember.
First...
Britney Spears and the VMA's:
After seeing (once again) the preview for the upcoming Video Music Awards (August 29th), I noticed two things. One is that Jimmy Falon is just about the funniest and most adorable thing to come out of Albany since me. Second is that Britney Spears will only be making an "appearance" at the show. She will not be performing. At least, that's what I picked up from seeing the preview. Kelly and I were discussing the Britney Spear's/VMA situation the other day and she said that she thought it was good that Brit was out of the scene for awhile. Of course, we all whole-heartedly agree. However, I have to say that it would be in her best interest to take a break AFTER doing a knock-out performance at the awards show. She owes it to them and she owes it to herself. It wasn't too long ago, that her pseudo-strip tease caught national attention thus propelling her career into this mega-star phemomena.
Where are her publicity reps? Where are the people that are supposed to be planning her career out for her?
Yes, Britney needs a break. But she should perform at the VMA's first.
If I was her marketing/publicity rep., this is how I would have this all go down.
Britney performs in some sort of knock-out outfit. Having worked out for months to prepare, her body would be in the best shape it has ever been in. There is a big crescendo and then an explosion. Brit appears in the middle of the stage surrounded by her dancers. She wouldn't be performing her latest top 10 (Boys). She would be doing a mix of all of her top 10's, beginning with Baby One More Time. She would do about 30 seconds of each song. The songs should be somewhere along the lines of:
One More Time, Sometimes I Run, Crazy, Lucky, Oops I Did it Again, Not Yet a Woman, I'm a Slave, Overprotected, and Boys.
(Did I really just list all those songs off the top of my head. Oops. I did it again.)
During the montage of these songs, Britney would perform like mad, including a dance step from each hit. There would be lights, pyrotechnics, and at least 3 costume changes. Her dancers would be sweating their balls off trying to keep the whole thing flying. All of this would take place in under 6 minutes.
At the very end of her performance, I say that the lights cut out except for the lone spotlight on Britney. There is a loud crash and she says in her sexiest voice, "I'll be back" or some shit. The light then cuts out and Britney is gone. She has left the stage and she has left the VMA's. She doesn't do interviews, she doesn't do anything. She leaves the entertainment scene for 6 months or a year, or whatever she needs.
BUT WOULDN'T THAT BE GREAT?!?!
Slamming performance and then Britney just disappears.
But what will really happen is that Brit will not perform, she will present an award, snore us to death, and then do a thousand interviews before slipping into the crack of embarrassment with Tiffany, Debbie Gibson, and the Backstreet Boys.
Hmph.
Road Rules: Campus Crawl
I don't have too much to say about this show, except for the fact that if you aren't watching it, you are missing something wholesome and sweet. It is the very FIRST season I have ever seen of any MTV reality show in which all of the people co-exist in a space the size of a peanut and still get along as though they are all the most kind and gentle people on the planet.
Seriously. The season is at least half over at this point and last night's episode made me cry. It really did.
This group has come so far. The 6 of them take care of eachother, are honest with eachother, and really do work together as a team on every mission. 5 of the 6 of them are athletes, leaving out Sarah, who, as she says, just likes to "sit around and hang out." Yet, when Sarah causes them to fail most of the missions, they swallow it, help her along and just move forward. It's really quite beautiful.
BUT THE CLINCHER IS...
The Road Rulers have been told from the beginning, that if they lose more than 2 challenges, they have to either:
a) Give up all the prizes up to that point or
b) Vote off the weakest member of the team.
Within the first 3 episodes, the team lost two challenges and the decision was easy. Give up the prizes. They had only earned motor scooters by that point. But now...7 weeks into the game, they have made tons of money, won tons of prizes, gift certificates, etc. And then last night, they go and lose another challenge. Decision time.
Lose all prizes or vote off Sarah. But there is another clincher...and I don't know WHY MTV is doing this...
If they decide to lose all their prizes and NOT pick someone to vote off...a RANDOM cast member will be voted off. UM! Yeah, that's totally fair.
They all sit down together to fully discuss what is going to happen.
The boys vote to eliminate someone and to keep the prizes.
The girls vote to lose the prizes and leave everyone on equal playing ground. Who ever gets the boot, gets the boot.
There are hard feelings and everyone is upset.
Joe crys at this part.
Next week though...the answer will be revealed. Who is going home?
None of this is probably intersting to you. But it should be. It's nice to sit and watch a half hour show that makes you feel better about humanity. And who can possibly sit in front of this show and NOT fall completely in love with Road Ruler ERIC! Not only is he totally adorable, he has a heart of gold. He is open minded and he is wonderful. I want to marry a man just like Eric. That looks like him, acts like him, and well, IS him.
Watch this show...you don't know what you are missing.
Smoking Ban in NYC
I think Penelope wrote about this in her blogger at one point, or she and I talked about this...
but either way...
I hear on the radio this morning that Bloomberg is going full force with this ELIMINATE SMOKING campaign. As we all know, a pack of smokes costs $7 now. (You can find them at Duane Reade for much cheaper, but don't let the word get out...)
On top of this, by the end of the year, there will be no smoking in the following places in NYC:
Bars
Restaurants
Beaches
Parks
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT??? Not only has he raised the prices, he is eliminating every area in which smokers can go. It's pretty unbelievable. In a way I am happy. It will definitly get me to quit. But I have to be honest and say that it is completly unfair. I think it may even be against the constitution. It has been linked to Prohibition and that may be correct.
Z100 made a good point today when they said that you can sit in Columbus Circle and have a cigarette, but don't you dare walk into the park with it.
Cuz if you do...fines up the ass!
Wow. Time to quit everyone.
Lastly...
My Theater Resume
Is so amateur and shitty, I will never make it in this business.
The end.
Monday, August 12, 2002
For the first time since I have been back from vacation, I am actually bored. I have been working my ass off at this job for nearly a week straight and haven't had a free second to do anything fun.
But today...that all changed. I finally caught up. So now I am looking for things to do, websites to read, games to play...
I decided to go back on these diet pills I have. They aren't really diet pills exactly. More like metabolism increasers. I bought them last year, had a rough bout with them and gave them up. Okay, I only used them for two days. But I spent good money on them and I do believe they will work. And don't give me any of that..."Don't do it Joe. It's unhealthy to use these type of pills..."
Cuz I am using them. The end.
I have yet to be hungry today, which is a good thing. After eating a HUGE lunch at the Neptune yesterday, I proceeded to eat a full sandwich 3 hours later, a gigantor bowl of pasta two hours after that, and I capped off this glutton filled day with about a half bag of candy. Man, it felt good to be alive.
And it felt good to have a shit load the size of Kansas this morning. :-D
Sending out sympathy cards for the two girls who lost their grandmas over the last week. It's so hard to write anything substantial in cards like that. I mean, I am usually good with words in cards, but with these...
It brings back too many memories. Memories which I am still not ready to confront head-on.
Tonight and tomorrow night will be filled with the tons of shit I need to do. Time to update my acting resume, write a slammin cover letter, and then get some pictures out to as many people as I can possibly think of. Wow. Should probably start memorizing some monologues too. I got a couple still floating around in this head of mine. But none that are ready to be presented.
One night before I left for vacation, Mariah and I were sitting on her roof drinking wine and she asked me to do something for her. Give her any sort of acting presentation that I could.
So, I gave her a short, and totally random few lines from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Although it was nowhere near the caliber of what I have to offer as an actor, it felt good to get that rush again. I love the look of incredulity on people's faces when they realize that "Shit, he really can act. He's not just pretending."
Very few of the people that are involved in my inner circle right now have not seen me do anything, so it will be quite a shock for them when they realize who the real Joe Cuttheshit is. I am telling you...it's not the guy in this journal, that's fo sho.
My mom has been offered this new job making 100K. She is not sure if she is going to take it yet, but if she does, she and my dad will move to (the very bottom) of upper class. At least, as far as I am concerned. Not that that is a huge deal, but for a family that started out great, fell into bankruptcy, and had to work their way back from nothing...this is surely a big deal to all of us.
I am incredibly proud of her.
And it has the potential at being a job that she would totally love. Not that she doesn't totally love the job she has now.
Some good things going on, I guess.
My brother is out in the field for two weeks, so won't be able to converse with him in any way, but email during that time.
That sucks. Never want to talk to him when he's here, but you make it impossible for me to talk to him, and I about die inside.
Finally...work is over in about 40 minutes.
Gonna go do something relaxing for that time. I gots work to do when I get home.
Paul has called three times today and I have ignored every call, letting the phone mail take it.
Just can't do it right now.
But today...that all changed. I finally caught up. So now I am looking for things to do, websites to read, games to play...
I decided to go back on these diet pills I have. They aren't really diet pills exactly. More like metabolism increasers. I bought them last year, had a rough bout with them and gave them up. Okay, I only used them for two days. But I spent good money on them and I do believe they will work. And don't give me any of that..."Don't do it Joe. It's unhealthy to use these type of pills..."
Cuz I am using them. The end.
I have yet to be hungry today, which is a good thing. After eating a HUGE lunch at the Neptune yesterday, I proceeded to eat a full sandwich 3 hours later, a gigantor bowl of pasta two hours after that, and I capped off this glutton filled day with about a half bag of candy. Man, it felt good to be alive.
And it felt good to have a shit load the size of Kansas this morning. :-D
Sending out sympathy cards for the two girls who lost their grandmas over the last week. It's so hard to write anything substantial in cards like that. I mean, I am usually good with words in cards, but with these...
It brings back too many memories. Memories which I am still not ready to confront head-on.
Tonight and tomorrow night will be filled with the tons of shit I need to do. Time to update my acting resume, write a slammin cover letter, and then get some pictures out to as many people as I can possibly think of. Wow. Should probably start memorizing some monologues too. I got a couple still floating around in this head of mine. But none that are ready to be presented.
One night before I left for vacation, Mariah and I were sitting on her roof drinking wine and she asked me to do something for her. Give her any sort of acting presentation that I could.
So, I gave her a short, and totally random few lines from One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Although it was nowhere near the caliber of what I have to offer as an actor, it felt good to get that rush again. I love the look of incredulity on people's faces when they realize that "Shit, he really can act. He's not just pretending."
Very few of the people that are involved in my inner circle right now have not seen me do anything, so it will be quite a shock for them when they realize who the real Joe Cuttheshit is. I am telling you...it's not the guy in this journal, that's fo sho.
My mom has been offered this new job making 100K. She is not sure if she is going to take it yet, but if she does, she and my dad will move to (the very bottom) of upper class. At least, as far as I am concerned. Not that that is a huge deal, but for a family that started out great, fell into bankruptcy, and had to work their way back from nothing...this is surely a big deal to all of us.
I am incredibly proud of her.
And it has the potential at being a job that she would totally love. Not that she doesn't totally love the job she has now.
Some good things going on, I guess.
My brother is out in the field for two weeks, so won't be able to converse with him in any way, but email during that time.
That sucks. Never want to talk to him when he's here, but you make it impossible for me to talk to him, and I about die inside.
Finally...work is over in about 40 minutes.
Gonna go do something relaxing for that time. I gots work to do when I get home.
Paul has called three times today and I have ignored every call, letting the phone mail take it.
Just can't do it right now.
One more thing...just in case you haven't heard.
Yesterday, Jason Priestley (Brandon of 90210 fame) was in a horrible race car accident going about 180mph. He fractured his spine, broke bones in both feet, and had internal bleeding in his skull.
As of this morning, the doctor's were saying no paralysis, but it is too soon to be completely sure.
WOW, right?
I bet Brenda had something to do with this...
Yesterday, Jason Priestley (Brandon of 90210 fame) was in a horrible race car accident going about 180mph. He fractured his spine, broke bones in both feet, and had internal bleeding in his skull.
As of this morning, the doctor's were saying no paralysis, but it is too soon to be completely sure.
WOW, right?
I bet Brenda had something to do with this...
So I have been back from vacation for over a week now and have yet to stop running myself into the ground. Last week, although it went by faster then I could blink, was full of fun, craziness, excessive drama, and death.
Saturday was Kelly's graduation party and it was a rising success. So many people, so many stories, and smiling like I haven't seen in ages. It was a wonderful experience from beginning to end.
Because of all of these celebrations, Angie has been around a lot more. Once I hung out with her for more than 3 hours at a time, I realized how much she has really changed in the last year. Some for the good, some for the not so good. As far as our friendship is concerned, things are smooth. I find her to be hysterical and a little outrageous. There were some things that came out of her mouth that made me cringe. Such as the use of the word "fag", calling Kristin and I the "Anti-Christ", etc. But overall...I think I have figured out that if you take Angie with a grain of salt, her presence is an overall pleasure.
Got to spend a lot of time with Kelly and Rita as well and that is ALWAYS a pleasure.
So both Erica and Nina had their grandmothers die within a week of eachother.
I don't have much more to say about that, except for...ugh. This has got to be so hard for them.
Penelope is out on vacation and hopefully enjoying herself. Doesn't look like she nor I will be taking many more days off in the future as summer is coming to a close.
Paul is being sweet and adorable and I have been ignoring him since the minute he left here to go back to Boston last weekend. I don't not like him anymore or anything. It's not like I am out of love. Just really dealing with some issues inside of my head and talking to him usually doesn't make it much better. So, no phone calls.
Mariah has a job. CONGRATS to her. It's a part time nanny job, but it's for like the CEO of Time Warner or some shit...so I am sure the money is good. Even if the people aren't. ;)
What else...going home this weekend. Going to see my parents on Saturday. That rocks out just a bit. Mariah will actually be going home with me, so it will be cool to go out to some Albany gay bars with her on Friday night.
Have so much to do this week. SO MUCH. I have to stop putting shit off. Woke up with a panicky/stressed feeling this morning.
I am getting right off of this thing to make my to-do list up.
Edward called last week. Or maybe even two weeks ago. Who knows anymore.
Don't know what to do with that phone call either.
Are he and I still in contact? I don't know.
Movies that must be seen by all:
Bamboozled by Spike Lee. FUCKING WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE. I hope. If it doesn't, then maybe you need to re-evaluate this "open mind" thing you got goin.
Lord of the Rings. Fucking great! Lots of action and totally well acted. I am now excited for the next installment to come out.
Eh...looking forward to little things is pretty great.
I guess that's it.
Feeling that this journal is coming to a halt again.
But refuse to give it up until I have something really worthwhile holding me back from it.
So far...nothing is.
Please God let that change.
PLEASE.
Saturday was Kelly's graduation party and it was a rising success. So many people, so many stories, and smiling like I haven't seen in ages. It was a wonderful experience from beginning to end.
Because of all of these celebrations, Angie has been around a lot more. Once I hung out with her for more than 3 hours at a time, I realized how much she has really changed in the last year. Some for the good, some for the not so good. As far as our friendship is concerned, things are smooth. I find her to be hysterical and a little outrageous. There were some things that came out of her mouth that made me cringe. Such as the use of the word "fag", calling Kristin and I the "Anti-Christ", etc. But overall...I think I have figured out that if you take Angie with a grain of salt, her presence is an overall pleasure.
Got to spend a lot of time with Kelly and Rita as well and that is ALWAYS a pleasure.
So both Erica and Nina had their grandmothers die within a week of eachother.
I don't have much more to say about that, except for...ugh. This has got to be so hard for them.
Penelope is out on vacation and hopefully enjoying herself. Doesn't look like she nor I will be taking many more days off in the future as summer is coming to a close.
Paul is being sweet and adorable and I have been ignoring him since the minute he left here to go back to Boston last weekend. I don't not like him anymore or anything. It's not like I am out of love. Just really dealing with some issues inside of my head and talking to him usually doesn't make it much better. So, no phone calls.
Mariah has a job. CONGRATS to her. It's a part time nanny job, but it's for like the CEO of Time Warner or some shit...so I am sure the money is good. Even if the people aren't. ;)
What else...going home this weekend. Going to see my parents on Saturday. That rocks out just a bit. Mariah will actually be going home with me, so it will be cool to go out to some Albany gay bars with her on Friday night.
Have so much to do this week. SO MUCH. I have to stop putting shit off. Woke up with a panicky/stressed feeling this morning.
I am getting right off of this thing to make my to-do list up.
Edward called last week. Or maybe even two weeks ago. Who knows anymore.
Don't know what to do with that phone call either.
Are he and I still in contact? I don't know.
Movies that must be seen by all:
Bamboozled by Spike Lee. FUCKING WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE. I hope. If it doesn't, then maybe you need to re-evaluate this "open mind" thing you got goin.
Lord of the Rings. Fucking great! Lots of action and totally well acted. I am now excited for the next installment to come out.
Eh...looking forward to little things is pretty great.
I guess that's it.
Feeling that this journal is coming to a halt again.
But refuse to give it up until I have something really worthwhile holding me back from it.
So far...nothing is.
Please God let that change.
PLEASE.
Monday, August 05, 2002
HOLY SHIT...back from vacation. I never thought this day would actually come. I thought that my vacation would last for years and it is slowly hitting me that it's over. All of the planning and energy that went into it and now...now...nothing. Just memories and tan bodies.
It was quite the experience. I will write more about it later when I have organized my thoughts a bit better. Right now I am just frustrated that it's over and that my life is still stagnant here in NYC.
But oh well. It's time for lunch and things always seem brighter after a smoke.
It was quite the experience. I will write more about it later when I have organized my thoughts a bit better. Right now I am just frustrated that it's over and that my life is still stagnant here in NYC.
But oh well. It's time for lunch and things always seem brighter after a smoke.
