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.
