Saturday, July 12, 2003
Okay, so I know I don't post on weekends, but tonight is a big deal. Regardless of the fact
that I'm wasted and already typed this post once, I will continue to do it up.
It's just that I have to tell you something.
I AM IN THE Daily News paper today. Do you have any idea how hard it was to put the HTML
of italics in just now. So hard. Anyhow...
Kelly and I went out for a few quick drinks tonight with Mariah. Well, Joanna shows up and she's
like"Joe, have you seen the newspaper today?? I'm like "Hells no." Cuz well, hells no.
She then opens up the paper and there under "Coming Sunday" is MY PICTURE about not having a cell
phone. No seriously. (I am dying laughing as I type this). And also so wasted. But I am
trying my best to be serious.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! My picture is in the fucking Daily news. Fuck italics.
Right under Cameron Diaz's stupid plug is MY fat ass being like "I have NO REGRETS about not having
a cellie in the city". Like I ever said that I have "No regrets". Like I would EVER say that. Cuz
honestly, I WANT a cell phone. I'm just poor and can't get one. But the PREVIEW of the article
makes it out like I am so happy to not have a cellie. In the pic, I am gazing off into the sky being
like "Oh thank God that cell phones don't exist in my world." Sick. They made me out to be such a loser.
But whatever...hahahahaha I'm in the newspaper.
This is why it's cool:
colon and then explain
sorry, speaking out loud.
Joanna said to me tonight:
"Joe, they interviewed like 4 or 5 people for this article, including me, and they chose
YOUR picture out of all of them to put into the paper."
Now maybe she was saying that only because when I saw the picture I vomited on myself twice,
but she made it out to be the biggest deal and you know what...to me it IS!
AY YI YI!
The minute I got home from the bar, I called everyone I loved.
My parents
Rita
Paul.
"Guess what??? I'm in the fucking paper!"
They chose MY pic! However sick it is, they chose my PIC! Do you have any idea how AMAZING I feel
right now? Gosh, so amazing. Thank you lord Jesus. I know that seems ridiculous, but to me....
the wannabe actor to have his picture in the paper...and like a HUGE REAL picture...to me...it's
God. Giving me the little boost that I need.
snores. Done. But really...YAY.
I miss my Reets. I called her immediately after I called my parents and actually I am calling
her again right now. I just want to share this with her. SO badly. Joe is in the paper.
Can I be more obnoxious about it?
It's just the biggest deal to me.
Wow.
Look...I have no idea how jumbled all of this sounds. I am typing, for the most part, free style.
I am not about to go back and edit out my bullshit at this point. I'm in the paper and what up.
If you don't like this entry, then you don't like that I'm in the paper and I don't know how to
be friends with you if you don't realize that this is a big deal for me right now.
hahahaha. sike.
But totally sorta sike. Cuz, I'm in the paper.
Under Cameron Diaz.
OKAY!
So I just had a very long talk with Mariah. It was probably one of the best "phone talks" we've
ever had. Basically cuz Rachel was in the room while we were talking and it was all
"Is Rizzle listening?"
"Yes, shizzle is hizzle."
"Okay, so let me ask you this", I say, "Is rizzle being a bizzle?"
"Yizzle your quizzle."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
cuz shizzle.
It was funny and great and I'm in the paper and way too exicted about it.
Alright, I'm outtie. Sike...major diatribe coming...
I want to thank the following people: (Look my first famous speech)
Rita. Cuz without Rita, there isn't a Joe. For rizzle.
Kelly. Cuz without Kelly, I would be totally alone.
Mariah. Cuz without Mariah, I wouldn't smile, laugh, or grow nearly as much as I did tonight.
My parents. They are everything.
Paul. For never being around during the important events.
ARI. For being the first person I called to share my news with. I know that she is an avid
reader of the DAILY NEWS. And when I called her to tell her that I was in the paper, she was tired,
but proved herself to be an incredibly important friend of mine when she immediately asked:
"Are you going to send the picture to Winfield?"
WOw. Thank you Ari.
Now my journalers...I love this. How fun.
A Girl Named Bob...for being the first journaler I fell head over heels in love with. You know Bob,
my friend Rita got me into this whole journal thing. Hence my thanking her for me being Joe.
But her first big journal inspiration is/was PAMMIE. PAMMIE.Com is pretty big now, but hearing the
way she talked about Pammie, reminds me of the way I talk about your journal. It's what I want
mine to be. Okay, I know I'm drunk and gushing ridiculously about you, but honestly...at some
point a forum needed to be presented to me so that I could explain my profound love for your journal.
You're exactly what I want my journal to turn into. The end.
Drowning Fish...You captivate me more than anyone else. Your stories peak my interest in the way
a dirty soap opera would. I know it sounds like a half-compliment, but the truth lies in this:
You choose to do an online journal, like the rest of us, but your story is real and intriguing. You
instigate feeling and opinion in your journal. Sometimes I walk away from your writings thinking
that you are wrong to be doing what you are doing, and sometimes I walk away thinking...thank God
she IS doing what she's doing. You instigate opinion in me. And for me, that is rare in online
journalers. I LOVE your journal.
Sassy...cuz you are the pioneer of women when it comes to this whole thing. You took a journal that
wasn't known and in the process of 6 months turned it into an icon. Yes, your writing is good. Yes
you are honest and true. But the thing that stands out most about you, is your sincere care for
your readership. Most people want the numbers, as do you and I, but you make sure that each number
is respected. You send out mugs. You give sass love. You are making a name for youself and I think
that if you keep up with this journal thing...you got yourself a copywrited, full fledge novel on
your hands. Damn girl. You got fired, cuz you are too good.
T-bone. T-bone is my internet crush. I know we talk about them. Well, I don't really. I love
you all. But of course I am gay, and I have an internet crush too. And it's a boy. Buv course.
But I am not crushing on T-bone in a physical way. I mean, is he a bodybuilder, cuz I don't think so.
He's not about that shit. He has a wife and a cutlet and he comes across like the most PERFECT
husband and man any woman would want. He truly cares about his life and he is happy with it.
Very rare to find that. He reads all of our journals every single day. He takes time and puts
in the effort to be that guy and I, for one, truly respect it. It seems that every time I go
to post a comment on someone's site, T-Bone has already been there and said a wittier comment in his
three minutes than I could come up with in my 37. Whatever. T-bone, I have a crush on your
journal. As I am sure that quite a few others do. But guess what? I bet I'm the only guy
that crushes on your journal. So whatever, you're a gaylord. :)
Chevy Valentine. We don't visit too much, but I will always consider you my original sister
blogger. We started together and in my opinion we finish together. You are Joe's girl. No
matter how insignificant that may seem.
Jedi Nord...you straight ass brotha. Tango me again and I might fall in love with you too. It's
just cute when a straight guy is really sweet and supportive of a gay guy, no questions asked.
That's all I need to give someone the AOK. I'm tough on people, but when you're the Nord, you're in.
Cati Cati Cati...my sweet and darling Cati. Of everyone I read, you're the one I want to know
the most. YOur emails, your posts, your every being...I wonder about you. If there weren't
such a thing as online journals, I feel that you and I would have crossed paths at some point, regardless.
I have no idea what you look like, but I picture you to be one of the most beautiful creatures
that has walked the earth. I know, lame. But really, you are my internet fantasy. Not that I would
want to do you. Obviously. But I would want to be your friend. Badly. It takes quite a lot for
someone to upset me over the internet, but when I thought that you posted something about me being
an asshole, I got literally upset. I stressed and checked my journal every five minutes for
some sort of clarification. You are cool. Very cool. And we think exactly alike. I don't want
us to ever fight. Especially since some day, I know we are going to be real friends. I just
know it.
Okay...I will end this soon...but I'm finding it to be so much fun.
April - You make me laugh so hard. You are my subconcious. Sometimes I read your journal
and I'm like "Is she serious? Did she just say that and really mean it?" Cuz HAHAHAHAHAHA!
You get away with it too. That's the best part. You are my subconcious. You say the things
that I want to say so badly, but instead I'm like "LYLAS!" and "BE GOOD!". I like you.
I like you as my partner in crime. I think we could do some serious damage.
Okay, serious note...
Keol, thank you. For changing my life. You've been through alot and gosh I don't know what
to say that sums up what I think. Girl, get comments on your site and keep writing the way you
do. Everyone...read her journal and take it for what it is. She's got alot to say and so much
of it will blow you away.
Not so simple - Are you serious? You are the best writer ever and I hate you. LOL!!! (okay,
what am I...12?) (kinda) (I really wrote "LOL") I love your journal and you have such a nice site with writing samples
and snores! Why can't I have writing samples and pictures and stuff? I want my site
to be respected like your site. I think it every day. Every time I click on "Not so Simple", I'm
like "How is she going to be upstaging me once again?". Sike. I just really like everything you
do and say. You're funny and real and honestly, an excellent writer. Rock.
WINDOWSILL WENDY...how could I possibly not write about her until now?!?! Holy shit I love the wendy.
FIrst of all...have you seen a picture of her? Cuz YOWZAH! The girl is a knock-out. And the best
part of it all is that she is self-effacing and real. She is non-stop support and non-stop love.
I read this girl and I think...Am I gay? No seriously...am I gay? Cuz having someone like her
in your life must be the greatest priviledge. I don't know too much about her relationship with
THE JOKER. (And I just LOVE that Joker) She just comes across as like the coolest and most chill prom queen you ever met.
As I said, she is a knock-out. But so real and introspective and cute and am I serious?
Wendy, go away. It makes me think that online gayness isn't hereditary.
Indigo Steve, I love you. I smile at your pictures and I will be your best friend always.
You are my boy. If there was ever a fight, I would scratch and claw anyone's face to make sure
that Max Casella was safe and sound. You know how it is.
Okay, I've got to stop now. I could go on and on for hours, but my buzz is wearing thin.
I just typed and typed so much love that I feel like I could puke in my garbage can.
Okay, maybe that's the 307 vodka tonics I had tonight.
I just feel like I don't take my journaling community as seriously as I should sometimes.
I've had this site for a year and a half and it really wasn't until just recently that I
felt truly affected by the support system that comes about from this whole thing. I remember
writing Indigo Steve one time saying "I don't really read other people's journals and write them
e-mails". Cuz at the time, I didn't. But now, my mind and my heart is so much more open to
this whole experience. I am proud of my journal and I am SO PROUD of my readership. I mean,
you guys gave me money for my upcoming show. You guys sent me e-card after e-card for my
birthday. You write me the nicest stuff when I am feeling like shit. Seriously...fuck. Wow.
Thank you.
Look, if I act all gushy sometimes, it means that things are going well in my life. And when
I feel good, I want nothing more than for my friends and family to feel good as well.
I think you understand. But sorry that I couldn't put links to each of your sites when I
spoke about you. I don't know HTML and I copy and paste the code every time I do it on my site.
And when I'm at home, I don't have the code. So stop being so concerned about publicity and
take a true compliment for once. hahahahahahahahahaohmanI'madick.
So if tonights entry was "too long" and "full of drunken ramble" then fine. For once I didn't look
at this journal as "my next post". I looked at it as a way of saying everything that was in my
mind and in my heart.
And if that's overbearing, then put your fingers in your ass and love it.
hahahaha. Always end on a fingers in the ass reference. It's really the way to go.
Goodnight my babies.
that I'm wasted and already typed this post once, I will continue to do it up.
It's just that I have to tell you something.
I AM IN THE Daily News paper today. Do you have any idea how hard it was to put the HTML
of italics in just now. So hard. Anyhow...
Kelly and I went out for a few quick drinks tonight with Mariah. Well, Joanna shows up and she's
like"Joe, have you seen the newspaper today?? I'm like "Hells no." Cuz well, hells no.
She then opens up the paper and there under "Coming Sunday" is MY PICTURE about not having a cell
phone. No seriously. (I am dying laughing as I type this). And also so wasted. But I am
trying my best to be serious.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! My picture is in the fucking Daily news. Fuck italics.
Right under Cameron Diaz's stupid plug is MY fat ass being like "I have NO REGRETS about not having
a cellie in the city". Like I ever said that I have "No regrets". Like I would EVER say that. Cuz
honestly, I WANT a cell phone. I'm just poor and can't get one. But the PREVIEW of the article
makes it out like I am so happy to not have a cellie. In the pic, I am gazing off into the sky being
like "Oh thank God that cell phones don't exist in my world." Sick. They made me out to be such a loser.
But whatever...hahahahaha I'm in the newspaper.
This is why it's cool:
colon and then explain
sorry, speaking out loud.
Joanna said to me tonight:
"Joe, they interviewed like 4 or 5 people for this article, including me, and they chose
YOUR picture out of all of them to put into the paper."
Now maybe she was saying that only because when I saw the picture I vomited on myself twice,
but she made it out to be the biggest deal and you know what...to me it IS!
AY YI YI!
The minute I got home from the bar, I called everyone I loved.
My parents
Rita
Paul.
"Guess what??? I'm in the fucking paper!"
They chose MY pic! However sick it is, they chose my PIC! Do you have any idea how AMAZING I feel
right now? Gosh, so amazing. Thank you lord Jesus. I know that seems ridiculous, but to me....
the wannabe actor to have his picture in the paper...and like a HUGE REAL picture...to me...it's
God. Giving me the little boost that I need.
snores. Done. But really...YAY.
I miss my Reets. I called her immediately after I called my parents and actually I am calling
her again right now. I just want to share this with her. SO badly. Joe is in the paper.
Can I be more obnoxious about it?
It's just the biggest deal to me.
Wow.
Look...I have no idea how jumbled all of this sounds. I am typing, for the most part, free style.
I am not about to go back and edit out my bullshit at this point. I'm in the paper and what up.
If you don't like this entry, then you don't like that I'm in the paper and I don't know how to
be friends with you if you don't realize that this is a big deal for me right now.
hahahaha. sike.
But totally sorta sike. Cuz, I'm in the paper.
Under Cameron Diaz.
OKAY!
So I just had a very long talk with Mariah. It was probably one of the best "phone talks" we've
ever had. Basically cuz Rachel was in the room while we were talking and it was all
"Is Rizzle listening?"
"Yes, shizzle is hizzle."
"Okay, so let me ask you this", I say, "Is rizzle being a bizzle?"
"Yizzle your quizzle."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
cuz shizzle.
It was funny and great and I'm in the paper and way too exicted about it.
Alright, I'm outtie. Sike...major diatribe coming...
I want to thank the following people: (Look my first famous speech)
Rita. Cuz without Rita, there isn't a Joe. For rizzle.
Kelly. Cuz without Kelly, I would be totally alone.
Mariah. Cuz without Mariah, I wouldn't smile, laugh, or grow nearly as much as I did tonight.
My parents. They are everything.
Paul. For never being around during the important events.
ARI. For being the first person I called to share my news with. I know that she is an avid
reader of the DAILY NEWS. And when I called her to tell her that I was in the paper, she was tired,
but proved herself to be an incredibly important friend of mine when she immediately asked:
"Are you going to send the picture to Winfield?"
WOw. Thank you Ari.
Now my journalers...I love this. How fun.
A Girl Named Bob...for being the first journaler I fell head over heels in love with. You know Bob,
my friend Rita got me into this whole journal thing. Hence my thanking her for me being Joe.
But her first big journal inspiration is/was PAMMIE. PAMMIE.Com is pretty big now, but hearing the
way she talked about Pammie, reminds me of the way I talk about your journal. It's what I want
mine to be. Okay, I know I'm drunk and gushing ridiculously about you, but honestly...at some
point a forum needed to be presented to me so that I could explain my profound love for your journal.
You're exactly what I want my journal to turn into. The end.
Drowning Fish...You captivate me more than anyone else. Your stories peak my interest in the way
a dirty soap opera would. I know it sounds like a half-compliment, but the truth lies in this:
You choose to do an online journal, like the rest of us, but your story is real and intriguing. You
instigate feeling and opinion in your journal. Sometimes I walk away from your writings thinking
that you are wrong to be doing what you are doing, and sometimes I walk away thinking...thank God
she IS doing what she's doing. You instigate opinion in me. And for me, that is rare in online
journalers. I LOVE your journal.
Sassy...cuz you are the pioneer of women when it comes to this whole thing. You took a journal that
wasn't known and in the process of 6 months turned it into an icon. Yes, your writing is good. Yes
you are honest and true. But the thing that stands out most about you, is your sincere care for
your readership. Most people want the numbers, as do you and I, but you make sure that each number
is respected. You send out mugs. You give sass love. You are making a name for youself and I think
that if you keep up with this journal thing...you got yourself a copywrited, full fledge novel on
your hands. Damn girl. You got fired, cuz you are too good.
T-bone. T-bone is my internet crush. I know we talk about them. Well, I don't really. I love
you all. But of course I am gay, and I have an internet crush too. And it's a boy. Buv course.
But I am not crushing on T-bone in a physical way. I mean, is he a bodybuilder, cuz I don't think so.
He's not about that shit. He has a wife and a cutlet and he comes across like the most PERFECT
husband and man any woman would want. He truly cares about his life and he is happy with it.
Very rare to find that. He reads all of our journals every single day. He takes time and puts
in the effort to be that guy and I, for one, truly respect it. It seems that every time I go
to post a comment on someone's site, T-Bone has already been there and said a wittier comment in his
three minutes than I could come up with in my 37. Whatever. T-bone, I have a crush on your
journal. As I am sure that quite a few others do. But guess what? I bet I'm the only guy
that crushes on your journal. So whatever, you're a gaylord. :)
Chevy Valentine. We don't visit too much, but I will always consider you my original sister
blogger. We started together and in my opinion we finish together. You are Joe's girl. No
matter how insignificant that may seem.
Jedi Nord...you straight ass brotha. Tango me again and I might fall in love with you too. It's
just cute when a straight guy is really sweet and supportive of a gay guy, no questions asked.
That's all I need to give someone the AOK. I'm tough on people, but when you're the Nord, you're in.
Cati Cati Cati...my sweet and darling Cati. Of everyone I read, you're the one I want to know
the most. YOur emails, your posts, your every being...I wonder about you. If there weren't
such a thing as online journals, I feel that you and I would have crossed paths at some point, regardless.
I have no idea what you look like, but I picture you to be one of the most beautiful creatures
that has walked the earth. I know, lame. But really, you are my internet fantasy. Not that I would
want to do you. Obviously. But I would want to be your friend. Badly. It takes quite a lot for
someone to upset me over the internet, but when I thought that you posted something about me being
an asshole, I got literally upset. I stressed and checked my journal every five minutes for
some sort of clarification. You are cool. Very cool. And we think exactly alike. I don't want
us to ever fight. Especially since some day, I know we are going to be real friends. I just
know it.
Okay...I will end this soon...but I'm finding it to be so much fun.
April - You make me laugh so hard. You are my subconcious. Sometimes I read your journal
and I'm like "Is she serious? Did she just say that and really mean it?" Cuz HAHAHAHAHAHA!
You get away with it too. That's the best part. You are my subconcious. You say the things
that I want to say so badly, but instead I'm like "LYLAS!" and "BE GOOD!". I like you.
I like you as my partner in crime. I think we could do some serious damage.
Okay, serious note...
Keol, thank you. For changing my life. You've been through alot and gosh I don't know what
to say that sums up what I think. Girl, get comments on your site and keep writing the way you
do. Everyone...read her journal and take it for what it is. She's got alot to say and so much
of it will blow you away.
Not so simple - Are you serious? You are the best writer ever and I hate you. LOL!!! (okay,
what am I...12?) (kinda) (I really wrote "LOL") I love your journal and you have such a nice site with writing samples
and snores! Why can't I have writing samples and pictures and stuff? I want my site
to be respected like your site. I think it every day. Every time I click on "Not so Simple", I'm
like "How is she going to be upstaging me once again?". Sike. I just really like everything you
do and say. You're funny and real and honestly, an excellent writer. Rock.
WINDOWSILL WENDY...how could I possibly not write about her until now?!?! Holy shit I love the wendy.
FIrst of all...have you seen a picture of her? Cuz YOWZAH! The girl is a knock-out. And the best
part of it all is that she is self-effacing and real. She is non-stop support and non-stop love.
I read this girl and I think...Am I gay? No seriously...am I gay? Cuz having someone like her
in your life must be the greatest priviledge. I don't know too much about her relationship with
THE JOKER. (And I just LOVE that Joker) She just comes across as like the coolest and most chill prom queen you ever met.
As I said, she is a knock-out. But so real and introspective and cute and am I serious?
Wendy, go away. It makes me think that online gayness isn't hereditary.
Indigo Steve, I love you. I smile at your pictures and I will be your best friend always.
You are my boy. If there was ever a fight, I would scratch and claw anyone's face to make sure
that Max Casella was safe and sound. You know how it is.
Okay, I've got to stop now. I could go on and on for hours, but my buzz is wearing thin.
I just typed and typed so much love that I feel like I could puke in my garbage can.
Okay, maybe that's the 307 vodka tonics I had tonight.
I just feel like I don't take my journaling community as seriously as I should sometimes.
I've had this site for a year and a half and it really wasn't until just recently that I
felt truly affected by the support system that comes about from this whole thing. I remember
writing Indigo Steve one time saying "I don't really read other people's journals and write them
e-mails". Cuz at the time, I didn't. But now, my mind and my heart is so much more open to
this whole experience. I am proud of my journal and I am SO PROUD of my readership. I mean,
you guys gave me money for my upcoming show. You guys sent me e-card after e-card for my
birthday. You write me the nicest stuff when I am feeling like shit. Seriously...fuck. Wow.
Thank you.
Look, if I act all gushy sometimes, it means that things are going well in my life. And when
I feel good, I want nothing more than for my friends and family to feel good as well.
I think you understand. But sorry that I couldn't put links to each of your sites when I
spoke about you. I don't know HTML and I copy and paste the code every time I do it on my site.
And when I'm at home, I don't have the code. So stop being so concerned about publicity and
take a true compliment for once. hahahahahahahahahaohmanI'madick.
So if tonights entry was "too long" and "full of drunken ramble" then fine. For once I didn't look
at this journal as "my next post". I looked at it as a way of saying everything that was in my
mind and in my heart.
And if that's overbearing, then put your fingers in your ass and love it.
hahahaha. Always end on a fingers in the ass reference. It's really the way to go.
Goodnight my babies.
