I've been trying to post a fucking youtube video and its not working. I hate not being able to do something a 6 yr old with down syndrome can do in their sleep.
Things to look forward to:
1. Vacation on the 22nd.
2. Fire Island this weekend?
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
God Speaks
Today in New York was so ridic that it was ridonkulous...this morning while passed out, there apprantly was some biblical storm that flooded the entire subway system.
And that led to the entire city spiraling into chaos- which I honestly love. No other city falls into complete disarray better than New York, and it was particularly fantastic because today is the most humid day thus far this year, with a temperature of 94 and 80 percent humidty. It felt like we were walking around a huge yeasty ripe vagina.
Many i-bankers decided it was better to strip their shirts off rather than sweating through them which gave me a cheap thrill. There's n0thing quite like seeing a buff straight guy who is probably a big self-centered asshole without his shirt.
Fortunately,I was in VERY RARE form and was on my way into the office an hour earl but it took me a full hour and a half to get here- and living in Williamsburg, I was smashed up against hipsters. It was quite the experience as I usually throw icy daggers with my eyes at the scruffy posers.
Lesson from God: Don't even try to get to work early. You just are not meant to be in the office before 9am.
Amen to that.
And that led to the entire city spiraling into chaos- which I honestly love. No other city falls into complete disarray better than New York, and it was particularly fantastic because today is the most humid day thus far this year, with a temperature of 94 and 80 percent humidty. It felt like we were walking around a huge yeasty ripe vagina.
Many i-bankers decided it was better to strip their shirts off rather than sweating through them which gave me a cheap thrill. There's n0thing quite like seeing a buff straight guy who is probably a big self-centered asshole without his shirt.
Fortunately,I was in VERY RARE form and was on my way into the office an hour earl but it took me a full hour and a half to get here- and living in Williamsburg, I was smashed up against hipsters. It was quite the experience as I usually throw icy daggers with my eyes at the scruffy posers.
Lesson from God: Don't even try to get to work early. You just are not meant to be in the office before 9am.
Amen to that.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Happiness is...
being at the beach with your big crazy dog... and having your best friend nearby. I miss mine, he's out at the beach with the dog, and I've never felt so far away from them.
Edicts
me: why am i friends with those people again?
D-Riggedy: oh that's right
me: they're toooooo gay, im in a homophobic mood
D-Riggedy: i forgot
me: i mean they go to circuit parties
ewww!
im pretty sure they went to the pier dance
i can't be friends with people like that
i am going to make a broad delcaration and state that if you attend more than 2 circuit events in a calendar year, then we sadly cannot have any sort of friendship
and there's my edict
im going to post it on my blog and make it official
what other things can i add to my list, purchasing andrew christian or ginch gonch underwear.
wearing camouflage over the age of 21?
believing that doing E on a weekly basis is okay
D-Riggedy: lol
you are killing me
me: well recognize thats its me trying to distance myself from something that is a part of me
but working out incessantly is also part of that
i really should have better things to do
like feeding orphaned black tranny childrens
D-Riggedy: i would pay to see that
me: i of course would do it in a head wrap much like angie
posing for photos as i caress the children
lips full and pouted
D-Riggedy: oh that's right
me: they're toooooo gay, im in a homophobic mood
D-Riggedy: i forgot
me: i mean they go to circuit parties
ewww!
im pretty sure they went to the pier dance
i can't be friends with people like that
i am going to make a broad delcaration and state that if you attend more than 2 circuit events in a calendar year, then we sadly cannot have any sort of friendship
and there's my edict
im going to post it on my blog and make it official
what other things can i add to my list, purchasing andrew christian or ginch gonch underwear.
wearing camouflage over the age of 21?
believing that doing E on a weekly basis is okay
D-Riggedy: lol
you are killing me
me: well recognize thats its me trying to distance myself from something that is a part of me
but working out incessantly is also part of that
i really should have better things to do
like feeding orphaned black tranny childrens
D-Riggedy: i would pay to see that
me: i of course would do it in a head wrap much like angie
posing for photos as i caress the children
lips full and pouted
Good Morning
Life is good, great even, sometimes its hard being perpetually broke and hungry for something unknown, but I'm alive and still able to run wild.
Now if only that was enough for my creditors.
Now if only that was enough for my creditors.
G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
I'm trying to be a better person, I really am.
I just wish I could stop fixating on the same issues in my life- it seems as if I'm arrested in this stage where I obsessively think about looks and sex which I think is what's expected of me as a gay man.
That compulsive need to be affirmed for how I look is so spiritually vacant and boring that its frustrating to think that I've been trying to get past this for most of my adult life.
I just wish I could stop fixating on the same issues in my life- it seems as if I'm arrested in this stage where I obsessively think about looks and sex which I think is what's expected of me as a gay man.
That compulsive need to be affirmed for how I look is so spiritually vacant and boring that its frustrating to think that I've been trying to get past this for most of my adult life.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Why I love Ann Coulter
So Ann's gotten into a bit of trouble these days by mouthing off and saying the word faggot.
But at least the blonde witch has the guts to say faggot instead of just voting against my rights to marry and using ambiguous language.
The problem with our bi-partisan system is that it creates an atmosphere where politicans have to embrace a wide set of issues- and somewhat agree on the stance decided upon by the party.
It's so black and white- so not in touch with how humanity lives in its various dissentions and needs.
But if we have to play this game, I will say that I hope that Republicans are ashamed of themselves for supporting a lying sack of shit. How many more scandals do we need for the GOP to stop pointing their judgemental fingers at Clinton and his supposed tyranny?
But at least the blonde witch has the guts to say faggot instead of just voting against my rights to marry and using ambiguous language.
The problem with our bi-partisan system is that it creates an atmosphere where politicans have to embrace a wide set of issues- and somewhat agree on the stance decided upon by the party.
It's so black and white- so not in touch with how humanity lives in its various dissentions and needs.
But if we have to play this game, I will say that I hope that Republicans are ashamed of themselves for supporting a lying sack of shit. How many more scandals do we need for the GOP to stop pointing their judgemental fingers at Clinton and his supposed tyranny?
I'm on Fire
Recently, someone criticized me for my juvenille interests. Since I am now a 27 year old man- I guess I'm supposed to wear lots of argyle sweaters, go gallery hopping, and watch indie fimlsat the Angelika theatre. And you know what, I do those things (well except for the argyle- that's played out.)
And in spite of what people think how I should live, I also like to:
-watch America's Next Dancelife in the Laguna Hills
-drink
-make out
-be loud
-nap
-and discuss the merits of favorite shows while drinking and making out loudly which all leads up to napping
I understand the criticism that perhaps I'm not devoting enough of my life to more serious matters like discussing national security and global warming, or that I'm not changing the world by building my own leadership academy for girls. (go Oprah!), but I'm doing things one day at a time.
So fuck off, because as a wise old man with big biceps once said, "I am what I am."
And in spite of what people think how I should live, I also like to:
-watch America's Next Dancelife in the Laguna Hills
-drink
-make out
-be loud
-nap
-and discuss the merits of favorite shows while drinking and making out loudly which all leads up to napping
I understand the criticism that perhaps I'm not devoting enough of my life to more serious matters like discussing national security and global warming, or that I'm not changing the world by building my own leadership academy for girls. (go Oprah!), but I'm doing things one day at a time.
So fuck off, because as a wise old man with big biceps once said, "I am what I am."
Thursday, February 01, 2007
In the Elevator
One of the four elevators in my office building is down, and it's making my life hell.
And for some odd statement from God, I'm always trapped in there for long periods of time with morbidly obese people.
The kind of people who breathe heavily and sweat....because they've walked the 20 feet from their office to the elevator.
Politcal Correctness aside. that's just fucking sick. If you're that fat, then stop fucking eating. Just stop, and let your body feed off your lard.
Because when you're in an elevator, there's an unusually eerie silence. You can hear a pin drop in there.
But not with Kirstie Alley and John Travolta riding. All you hear is heavy labored breathing, and all I can think of is fat folds of sweat.
And for some odd statement from God, I'm always trapped in there for long periods of time with morbidly obese people.
The kind of people who breathe heavily and sweat....because they've walked the 20 feet from their office to the elevator.
Politcal Correctness aside. that's just fucking sick. If you're that fat, then stop fucking eating. Just stop, and let your body feed off your lard.
Because when you're in an elevator, there's an unusually eerie silence. You can hear a pin drop in there.
But not with Kirstie Alley and John Travolta riding. All you hear is heavy labored breathing, and all I can think of is fat folds of sweat.
Monday, January 22, 2007
High School Friends
So I'm almost ten years out of high school- and let me just tell anyone who's 18 now, the next ten years are going to go by faster than you could ever imagine. And you're going to realize how retarded and lame most of your dramas are..that is if you ever grow up. (some people don't, and those people end up dating your friends)
In high school I had a really tight group of friends--- but in retrospect, my friendships were largely formed by an innate desire to belong to a group of friends- so that I could take lots of stupid group photos and have a table to call my own in the quad.
Sure they were sweet enough but what teenager in high school really knows themselves. My friendships were a product of promixity and convenience...and my need to feel accepted at a very insecure time in my life.
That desire to be in a clique sadly never goes away for most people- it's yet one more paradoxical element of man. We all want to be unique and special but in a way that allows us membership with other kindred unique special spirits. To be different and yet to belong.
Anyway, I met up with two of my high school best friends who also live here in New York. It was great seeing them, and upon meeting at the designated coffee shop, we all were so eager to update each other on our lives. We all spoke quickly, bringing up anecdotes and horror stories from our youth.
At when we were done an hour later, we parted ways, promising each other that we'd at least get dinner in the next month.
Relationships change and it's been hard for me to let that wash over me. It saddens me when someone who used to be so close to me starts to drift away, but that's the nature of friendship.
In high school I had a really tight group of friends--- but in retrospect, my friendships were largely formed by an innate desire to belong to a group of friends- so that I could take lots of stupid group photos and have a table to call my own in the quad.
Sure they were sweet enough but what teenager in high school really knows themselves. My friendships were a product of promixity and convenience...and my need to feel accepted at a very insecure time in my life.
That desire to be in a clique sadly never goes away for most people- it's yet one more paradoxical element of man. We all want to be unique and special but in a way that allows us membership with other kindred unique special spirits. To be different and yet to belong.
Anyway, I met up with two of my high school best friends who also live here in New York. It was great seeing them, and upon meeting at the designated coffee shop, we all were so eager to update each other on our lives. We all spoke quickly, bringing up anecdotes and horror stories from our youth.
At when we were done an hour later, we parted ways, promising each other that we'd at least get dinner in the next month.
Relationships change and it's been hard for me to let that wash over me. It saddens me when someone who used to be so close to me starts to drift away, but that's the nature of friendship.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Warm fuzzy me
how the hell are you, people? does anyone even read this anymore?!
well for those who are, my sweet lemmings,
things that made me happy this past week:
1. Watching episodes of The View on DVR. Either you love or hate Rosie O. She's fat, outspoken, and liberal- but at least she can string together a coherent thought, Ms. Hasselsack.
2. Seeing Sampson play in the dog park.
3. News that Britney's dead. Oh that's wishful thinking.
well for those who are, my sweet lemmings,
things that made me happy this past week:
1. Watching episodes of The View on DVR. Either you love or hate Rosie O. She's fat, outspoken, and liberal- but at least she can string together a coherent thought, Ms. Hasselsack.
2. Seeing Sampson play in the dog park.
3. News that Britney's dead. Oh that's wishful thinking.
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