Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Ride or Die
Wellity.
Look who’s back! Back again. Tell a friend. Fuck you Eminem. And fuck Kim Mathers too.
Hi everyone. Long time with no shit cutting, eh? Well, don’t you worry. I’ve been stewing in a dumpster of my own shit for weeks. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to crawl out of my poop pile in order to write an entry in my journal. But here I am. Alive and kicking. So, why should we dilly dally any longer?
It’s time to jump right in with some updates!
Work
Ari and I have had quite a tumultuous ride over the last couple of weeks. It all started with a simple supply order mistake and ended up being World War 11. My boss scheduled a meeting with the two of us which had me sick to my stomach for days. When we finally sat down with him, he screamed like a bitch for 20 minutes until Ari shoved her foot up his fat ass. Eventually it all worked out ok, but I think I have had enough of my unprofessional, lackluster, waste of my time, job.
The Big Move
After countless days of looking at countless apartments, Kelly and I finally decided on a place on the Upper East Side. Yes, we’re movin on up. It’s actually not too high up, 76th street. The apartment is gorgeous: Exposed brick on the wall, beautiful wall paper, cherry wood floors, and brand new appliances. Downfalls: 3 and a half avenues to the subway and the living room is a bit small. It’s pretty much a trade off. A fantastic pad that is on the edge of the earth. But at least we’re still in Manhattan and the river will be beautiful in the summer. Picnic lunch on the Promenade anyone?
Paul
We’ve been getting along, which is nice. But we’ve been getting along like friends do. Last Friday he and I had a very long talk about our future. I feel as though we are on the last legs of our relationship – for real this time. He has quite a few issues that he is trying to work though and I have done whatever I can to help him along the way. Unfortunately I think there comes a point when you are no longer helping, only making things harder. I think we may be at that point.
Wedding Showers and Bachelorette Parties
My best friend, Rita, gets married on May 1st becoming the catalyst for a summer filled with weddings. I have only been to one wedding in my life, yet this summer I will be in two and attending a third. Clearly I don’t have the finances for this type of summer, but all of my friends have been incredibly supportive and have offered to cover some of my costs. Some of the best times of my life have been spent with my girls from college. Our group consists of 6 very different people. However there is a clear balance to our love and an understanding like I have never been able to find in any other group of friends. I am in the midst of planning Rita’s bachelorette party at the moment and it is fun and sad all at the same time. I want this to be the time of her life. More than anything.
Theatre Company
On top of everything else that I have going on, I am still an active member of the Theatre Company. Auditions for the next show are in two weeks and I couldn’t be more excited and stressed by the whole thing. The Company has decided to do the play “The House of Yes”, assuming we have no problem obtaining the copyrights. If you have never heard of this play before, you may want to check out the movie starring Parker Posey. Freddie Prinze is also in it, but he sucks cock. And poorly. And he lets jizz dry on his face. And then he scrapes it off and eats it.
My Brother
In three months, my brother will be returning from Iraq. He is supposed to be making his flight reservations this week. My family has been awaiting this moment since he left for the war back in April of last year. It’s been too long since we have seen him. It’s time for him to come home to us.
This Journal
I have been so stressed out over the last two weeks that keeping up with this journal has been nothing but a hassle. I’ve considered shutting it down. It’s been two years of keeping this thing alive and it may be time to pull it. However, this morning I received an email from a reader in London who told me that she lives for my posts. That kind of encouragement makes me feel like I could never stop. Its emails like hers that gives me the fire to keep up with it. So, thank you to my new friend. You’ve kept me writing for at least another day.
In Closing…
We move into our new apartment on Monday. Please bear with me until then. Once I settle in to my new exposed brick apartment, I will be so relieved. I have a big weekend of packing and moving ahead of me. I’m pretty much ready for it. But are my muscles ready for it? While I have 4 or 5 girls helping me out, being the only boy involved makes me a bit nervous. Paul has to work. Figures. Next time I need to date a big, strong, AVAILABLE guy. Then I will move every weekend just cuz I can.
I hope all you readers out there are happy and healthy.
Spring is coming. NYC is sure to smell like hot summer piss.
Can’t wait.
Wellity.
Look who’s back! Back again. Tell a friend. Fuck you Eminem. And fuck Kim Mathers too.
Hi everyone. Long time with no shit cutting, eh? Well, don’t you worry. I’ve been stewing in a dumpster of my own shit for weeks. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to crawl out of my poop pile in order to write an entry in my journal. But here I am. Alive and kicking. So, why should we dilly dally any longer?
It’s time to jump right in with some updates!
Work
Ari and I have had quite a tumultuous ride over the last couple of weeks. It all started with a simple supply order mistake and ended up being World War 11. My boss scheduled a meeting with the two of us which had me sick to my stomach for days. When we finally sat down with him, he screamed like a bitch for 20 minutes until Ari shoved her foot up his fat ass. Eventually it all worked out ok, but I think I have had enough of my unprofessional, lackluster, waste of my time, job.
The Big Move
After countless days of looking at countless apartments, Kelly and I finally decided on a place on the Upper East Side. Yes, we’re movin on up. It’s actually not too high up, 76th street. The apartment is gorgeous: Exposed brick on the wall, beautiful wall paper, cherry wood floors, and brand new appliances. Downfalls: 3 and a half avenues to the subway and the living room is a bit small. It’s pretty much a trade off. A fantastic pad that is on the edge of the earth. But at least we’re still in Manhattan and the river will be beautiful in the summer. Picnic lunch on the Promenade anyone?
Paul
We’ve been getting along, which is nice. But we’ve been getting along like friends do. Last Friday he and I had a very long talk about our future. I feel as though we are on the last legs of our relationship – for real this time. He has quite a few issues that he is trying to work though and I have done whatever I can to help him along the way. Unfortunately I think there comes a point when you are no longer helping, only making things harder. I think we may be at that point.
Wedding Showers and Bachelorette Parties
My best friend, Rita, gets married on May 1st becoming the catalyst for a summer filled with weddings. I have only been to one wedding in my life, yet this summer I will be in two and attending a third. Clearly I don’t have the finances for this type of summer, but all of my friends have been incredibly supportive and have offered to cover some of my costs. Some of the best times of my life have been spent with my girls from college. Our group consists of 6 very different people. However there is a clear balance to our love and an understanding like I have never been able to find in any other group of friends. I am in the midst of planning Rita’s bachelorette party at the moment and it is fun and sad all at the same time. I want this to be the time of her life. More than anything.
Theatre Company
On top of everything else that I have going on, I am still an active member of the Theatre Company. Auditions for the next show are in two weeks and I couldn’t be more excited and stressed by the whole thing. The Company has decided to do the play “The House of Yes”, assuming we have no problem obtaining the copyrights. If you have never heard of this play before, you may want to check out the movie starring Parker Posey. Freddie Prinze is also in it, but he sucks cock. And poorly. And he lets jizz dry on his face. And then he scrapes it off and eats it.
My Brother
In three months, my brother will be returning from Iraq. He is supposed to be making his flight reservations this week. My family has been awaiting this moment since he left for the war back in April of last year. It’s been too long since we have seen him. It’s time for him to come home to us.
This Journal
I have been so stressed out over the last two weeks that keeping up with this journal has been nothing but a hassle. I’ve considered shutting it down. It’s been two years of keeping this thing alive and it may be time to pull it. However, this morning I received an email from a reader in London who told me that she lives for my posts. That kind of encouragement makes me feel like I could never stop. Its emails like hers that gives me the fire to keep up with it. So, thank you to my new friend. You’ve kept me writing for at least another day.
In Closing…
We move into our new apartment on Monday. Please bear with me until then. Once I settle in to my new exposed brick apartment, I will be so relieved. I have a big weekend of packing and moving ahead of me. I’m pretty much ready for it. But are my muscles ready for it? While I have 4 or 5 girls helping me out, being the only boy involved makes me a bit nervous. Paul has to work. Figures. Next time I need to date a big, strong, AVAILABLE guy. Then I will move every weekend just cuz I can.
I hope all you readers out there are happy and healthy.
Spring is coming. NYC is sure to smell like hot summer piss.
Can’t wait.
