ya might want to slow down next time before you make that turn, sir. just an observation, really. ha.
this just happened outside at juniper and sixth. gotta love atlanta drivers. i don't think anyone was hurt, by the way.
Friday, March 31, 2006
oops!
ya might want to slow down next time before you make that turn, sir. just an observation, really. ha.
this just happened outside at juniper and sixth. gotta love atlanta drivers. i don't think anyone was hurt, by the way.
on my way to savannah...
well, not yet. but i will be in a minute. raven is performing at club one this weekend so i'm going to see her and meet up with a couple college buddies i haven't seen in a while. should be interesting.most of you have talked to my voice mail recently and you know what that means... i'm having mathew time. it's weird. i know. just a lot of things going on that i have to digest and try to get through.
also, i've been filling out paperwork for school, which is annoying as hell. ugh. oh well. whatever it takes.
had an awesome time last with a friend. went to eat then to drag idol... was fun.
if you sent me an e-mail in the past week, you might want to make sure it wasn't returned. my web site was down briefly so any you sent to mathew@mathewwithonet.net might have been returned. i got all from march 28 until now. the glitch is repaired, too, so should be no further problems.
i've made a decision that i'm either going back to work at einstein's or interview at prime in buckhead when i get back from georgia's first city. i don't want to but it's time i go back to work. besides, with school - although it won't afford me the tuition i have to pay initially - waiting tables will offer the best flexibility with a school schedule. so... back to being someone's bitch again. ugh. i wish i was finished with school.
it's almost time to start laying out and getting a tan, too. i'm ready! the one i brought back from hawaii is fading a bit although my tan line is just damn cute and sexy. haha.
impulse at compound
so, there i am in david magazine... again. looks like i was having a good time. for the low-down on the reunion this wednesday, go too www.davidatlanta.com or www.impulseatl.com. (there's another picture of me on there, too.think i go out much?
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
what if god was one of us?
you know, just when you think you have it bad, god reminds you that he is watching over you. today, after having gone to georgia state to see about school, i ate on broad street at taco bell. yeah, yeah... i love taco bell. reminds me of college with katy and three a.m. runs with change... haha.
anyway, i walked to a table outside - it was such a beautiful day today - and perched with my nachos and soft tacos and sweet tea. i browsed briefly through the information i'd received about school and then decided to take in the sights and sounds.
the first, which made me chuckle aloud, was a homeless man, dressed in old, dirty sweats and sported certainly at least a month-old beard. he was speaking to another homeless person (i'm assuming that of both of them) when he told of a person passing away last night. i'm not sure who he said and cannot be certain if it was someone local. but i thought, i'm alive. cool.
that's not what made me chuckle. apparently, as he slept last night, someone reached into his pocket and stole his teeth. it's not funny in itself. but having had several teeth removed, i thought... well, mathew. you don't have all your teeth. but at least the ones you have can't be stolen.
that was but the beginning of the 'signs.'
as i prepared my nachos, which were very, very good, a woman - of whom i also assumed was homeless, passed by and spoke. she asked about my day to which i responded was good. she told me 'god bless you' as she continued to walk by...
but then she turned around and asked if i had anything to share from my table. without thinking, i took one of the two soft tacos i had and offered it to her. (amazingly, that is a quality i inherited from my mother... she'd give a stranger the shirt off her back.)
once again, the woman started to walk away but turned back around and stared me directly in my eyes and said what god surely told her to say: "you're so beautiful. stay beautiful. and god bless you, sweetheart."
wow.
i needed that so bad. if you don't believe in god and that he answers prayers and the he is constantly around you, you're a fool.
as i continued to sit there and eat with tears in my eyes, i watched students pass by with professionals, briefcases in hand, along with homeless people close by. it's such a melting pot of people... across the street, hurt park was full of less-fortunate people. some lounged. others played bongo drums and groups of young men played cards.
traffic stopped once-in-a-while for different groups to cross peachtree.
and there, right in front of my face, was an amazing sculpture, which i was told earlier by the tour guide, built by a former gsu student. it's an arch, the base of either side being books. on them were men and women who together were holding more books. and on top of those books was another platform of people holding books until it got to the center where just one person stood.
the artist intended for people to see how it takes teamwork to get to the top. and if one parts fails, everyone falls, not just the person at the top. everyone suffers.
i applied that to my life and immediately thanked god for the friends i have, which have certainly become a foundation for me. i'm not at the top but am certainly on a strong foundation.
then... i thought. you know, here are all these homeless people being passed by escalades and land rovers and mercedes. we don't even think about them. we don't care for the most part. out of sight, out of mind.
but me, a 'normal' person was sitting there eating a five dollar meal while they surely begged for change across the street.
and it was one of them who saved my day. it was one of them who cheered me up.
what if god was one of us, as the song states?
i dont' have a clever ending to this post... i hope it touches you, though.
anyway, i walked to a table outside - it was such a beautiful day today - and perched with my nachos and soft tacos and sweet tea. i browsed briefly through the information i'd received about school and then decided to take in the sights and sounds.
the first, which made me chuckle aloud, was a homeless man, dressed in old, dirty sweats and sported certainly at least a month-old beard. he was speaking to another homeless person (i'm assuming that of both of them) when he told of a person passing away last night. i'm not sure who he said and cannot be certain if it was someone local. but i thought, i'm alive. cool.
that's not what made me chuckle. apparently, as he slept last night, someone reached into his pocket and stole his teeth. it's not funny in itself. but having had several teeth removed, i thought... well, mathew. you don't have all your teeth. but at least the ones you have can't be stolen.
that was but the beginning of the 'signs.'
as i prepared my nachos, which were very, very good, a woman - of whom i also assumed was homeless, passed by and spoke. she asked about my day to which i responded was good. she told me 'god bless you' as she continued to walk by...
but then she turned around and asked if i had anything to share from my table. without thinking, i took one of the two soft tacos i had and offered it to her. (amazingly, that is a quality i inherited from my mother... she'd give a stranger the shirt off her back.)
once again, the woman started to walk away but turned back around and stared me directly in my eyes and said what god surely told her to say: "you're so beautiful. stay beautiful. and god bless you, sweetheart."
wow.
i needed that so bad. if you don't believe in god and that he answers prayers and the he is constantly around you, you're a fool.
as i continued to sit there and eat with tears in my eyes, i watched students pass by with professionals, briefcases in hand, along with homeless people close by. it's such a melting pot of people... across the street, hurt park was full of less-fortunate people. some lounged. others played bongo drums and groups of young men played cards.
traffic stopped once-in-a-while for different groups to cross peachtree.
and there, right in front of my face, was an amazing sculpture, which i was told earlier by the tour guide, built by a former gsu student. it's an arch, the base of either side being books. on them were men and women who together were holding more books. and on top of those books was another platform of people holding books until it got to the center where just one person stood.
the artist intended for people to see how it takes teamwork to get to the top. and if one parts fails, everyone falls, not just the person at the top. everyone suffers.
i applied that to my life and immediately thanked god for the friends i have, which have certainly become a foundation for me. i'm not at the top but am certainly on a strong foundation.
then... i thought. you know, here are all these homeless people being passed by escalades and land rovers and mercedes. we don't even think about them. we don't care for the most part. out of sight, out of mind.
but me, a 'normal' person was sitting there eating a five dollar meal while they surely begged for change across the street.
and it was one of them who saved my day. it was one of them who cheered me up.
what if god was one of us, as the song states?
i dont' have a clever ending to this post... i hope it touches you, though.
a journey of a thousand miles...
begins with just one step. i'm paraphrasing there but i believe there is a quote that goes something like that.anyway, i write that because i took the first step to getting back into school today, which was going to ga state for a tour and information session as well as a meeting with financial aid, admissions, etc.
perhaps i shouldn't but i felt a bit embarassed. there was one transfer student there and the rest were teenagers. well, except for one other person and a few parents. here i am, twenty-six-years old and am not finished with school. barely begun, in fact.
but, instead of sitting on my ass as i have for the past few years saying i'd go back, i'm taking the necessary steps to make it happen. i know people have said that as you get older, it's harder to go back. and back them i told them they were wrong. now, i'm eating crow because they're right.
at times, i feel like i'm in the deepest, darkest hole all alone with no way out. and then there are others that i feel so inspired by the events of my life, both positive and negative. the moods change often and easily.
i'm trying, though, to be inspired, not depressed, and make it just like mrs. pat would want. just like mrs. jackson always told me i could. just like my nannie desired.
i'll keep you posted.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Friday, March 24, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
if i tear up toby, will i get millions?
alright, alright, alright already. when is enough enough?
a couple is suing the hogle zoo in salt lake city for emotional distress after their children saw two monkeys having sex. the male child went home and allegedly tore his stuffed monkey to shreds while the little girl supposedly has nightmares about the primates chasing her in her nightmares.
(jennifer, this was not the gay monkeys we saw on logo the other day. whew... imagine if they'd seen that! haha.)
anyway, the suit is a multi-million dollar case. the family is mormon (go figure). god help them.
this is how the mother was quoted: "it was totally inappropriate," said sandra becker. "when we caught up to our children, i was totally shocked at what i saw and heard in that exhibit."
perhaps that's the first problem... in order to 'catch up' with your children - her offspring are ten and five - it means that they were either out of your sight and/or control. take care of your brats and maybe you can censor what they see. god help the children.
mrs. becker went on to say, "what happened at the zoo is an attack on our family values and religious beliefs." what the hell? family values? religious beliefs? how the hell does the strange woman believe even her children were born. certainly they're not from immaculate conception.
isn't the purpose of taking your child to the zoo, and even for yourself, to see animals in a natural habitat, although constructed by man? does this family not believe that monkeys get in on in the wild?
think the mom is strange? here's what the ignoramous dad said: "what happened at the zoo is criminal, in my opinion," the father becker said. "if those were two naked human beings in that cage having sexual contact, the zoo would be charged with sexual abuse. children, and even adults for that matter, should not be exposed to those acts."
what? humans in cages? why would humans be in cages at a zoo? i'm not say it doesn't happen - it's called bars where humans are in cages but unfortunately for this lass and lad, they won't be able to see inside those walls for years to come.
but it's a zoo, dude. they're animals. i've never seen an animal with a parking ticket, a murder charge or any criminal offense. they're not held accountable for their 'criminal' acts. then again, maybe there is a judge judy somewhere in their midst.
ugh. what is this world coming to? go get you a cup of mcdonald's coffee and pour it into you lap.
back to gay monkeys... in the wild, at least from the documentary jennifer and i watched, monkeys are very sexual creatures, having sex with each other notwithstanding sex or even kin. they bang anything that doesn't move.
even the zoo official acknowledged the same. "it's very difficult to prevent something like this from happening in a zoo of this size," said Olsen, the official. "even if we separate the males from females, there can still be problems."
we're animals. we all have sex. monkeys may do it more than humans... or most. haha.
but to say that wild animals having sex is an attack on family values is ridiculous. i understand the youth of the children but perhaps this is the perfect time for them to sit with them and explain, at least to the ten-year-old boy, the birds and the bees. then again, it might be against their family values to call it 'the birds and the bees.' surely birds and bees don't have sex, either.
it is in our middle and elementary schools where stories are reported all the time of children playing with each other and having sex.
i don't understand some people.
"even a million dollars," they said, "will not come close to off-setting the damage done by this incident. my children are ruined for life."
anyone care to go to the zoo and make some money?
a couple is suing the hogle zoo in salt lake city for emotional distress after their children saw two monkeys having sex. the male child went home and allegedly tore his stuffed monkey to shreds while the little girl supposedly has nightmares about the primates chasing her in her nightmares.
(jennifer, this was not the gay monkeys we saw on logo the other day. whew... imagine if they'd seen that! haha.)
anyway, the suit is a multi-million dollar case. the family is mormon (go figure). god help them.
this is how the mother was quoted: "it was totally inappropriate," said sandra becker. "when we caught up to our children, i was totally shocked at what i saw and heard in that exhibit."
perhaps that's the first problem... in order to 'catch up' with your children - her offspring are ten and five - it means that they were either out of your sight and/or control. take care of your brats and maybe you can censor what they see. god help the children.
mrs. becker went on to say, "what happened at the zoo is an attack on our family values and religious beliefs." what the hell? family values? religious beliefs? how the hell does the strange woman believe even her children were born. certainly they're not from immaculate conception.
isn't the purpose of taking your child to the zoo, and even for yourself, to see animals in a natural habitat, although constructed by man? does this family not believe that monkeys get in on in the wild?
think the mom is strange? here's what the ignoramous dad said: "what happened at the zoo is criminal, in my opinion," the father becker said. "if those were two naked human beings in that cage having sexual contact, the zoo would be charged with sexual abuse. children, and even adults for that matter, should not be exposed to those acts."
what? humans in cages? why would humans be in cages at a zoo? i'm not say it doesn't happen - it's called bars where humans are in cages but unfortunately for this lass and lad, they won't be able to see inside those walls for years to come.
but it's a zoo, dude. they're animals. i've never seen an animal with a parking ticket, a murder charge or any criminal offense. they're not held accountable for their 'criminal' acts. then again, maybe there is a judge judy somewhere in their midst.
ugh. what is this world coming to? go get you a cup of mcdonald's coffee and pour it into you lap.
back to gay monkeys... in the wild, at least from the documentary jennifer and i watched, monkeys are very sexual creatures, having sex with each other notwithstanding sex or even kin. they bang anything that doesn't move.
even the zoo official acknowledged the same. "it's very difficult to prevent something like this from happening in a zoo of this size," said Olsen, the official. "even if we separate the males from females, there can still be problems."
we're animals. we all have sex. monkeys may do it more than humans... or most. haha.
but to say that wild animals having sex is an attack on family values is ridiculous. i understand the youth of the children but perhaps this is the perfect time for them to sit with them and explain, at least to the ten-year-old boy, the birds and the bees. then again, it might be against their family values to call it 'the birds and the bees.' surely birds and bees don't have sex, either.
it is in our middle and elementary schools where stories are reported all the time of children playing with each other and having sex.
i don't understand some people.
"even a million dollars," they said, "will not come close to off-setting the damage done by this incident. my children are ruined for life."
anyone care to go to the zoo and make some money?
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
what a lazy day...
alright... the poll thing is going rather well. interesting responses. i love to discover how people think. gives me power. haha.
craig woke me up way too early at almost noon. we went to eat with trent at pam's country cooking in some abandoned building somewhere off shallowford road. was quite the treat. those of you in south georgia will understand why i told them i had to take them to carter's soul food in albany. i miss that place. mmmm.
you know the fool tried to tell me i was eating butter beans when i knew i was eating lima beans or as i used to call them, momma beans.
i was wrong, though. no, not wrong. i'm never wrong. i was ignorant to the fac that lima beans can be green, too. never knew that. yeah... i wasn't wrong. craig just taught me something.
hmm... i saw hugo last night, a blast from the past at georgia southern. and justin johnson has been back in contact. josh weaver is back. chase is here. and john crowe. a little southern reunion. interesting.
i have to use the bathroom. talk amongst yourselves.
craig woke me up way too early at almost noon. we went to eat with trent at pam's country cooking in some abandoned building somewhere off shallowford road. was quite the treat. those of you in south georgia will understand why i told them i had to take them to carter's soul food in albany. i miss that place. mmmm.
you know the fool tried to tell me i was eating butter beans when i knew i was eating lima beans or as i used to call them, momma beans.
i was wrong, though. no, not wrong. i'm never wrong. i was ignorant to the fac that lima beans can be green, too. never knew that. yeah... i wasn't wrong. craig just taught me something.
hmm... i saw hugo last night, a blast from the past at georgia southern. and justin johnson has been back in contact. josh weaver is back. chase is here. and john crowe. a little southern reunion. interesting.
i have to use the bathroom. talk amongst yourselves.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
our first poll question :: you must respond
it's amazing what you'll think of at two a.m. i don't even know why it came up. but... if you were to lose each of your five senses, one at a time, in what order would you choose to lose them. number five would be the sense you'd least like to lose while one would be a sense you could deal without.
you can elaborate if you wish.
it'll be interesting to see how different people think...
here's my list:
you can elaborate if you wish.
it'll be interesting to see how different people think...
here's my list:
- touch
- taste
- smell
- hearing
- vision
touch, if you think about it, can be dealt without. unless in extremely hot/cold situations, it's not a big part of your life. hold on. i'm changing that. sex. that's all i'll say.
alright...
- taste
- smell
- touch
- hearing
- vision
o.k. that's better. i like to be touched.
taste... well, i assume one could imagine. and smell. have you ever been around me. i don't even want to smell myself sometimes.
and then the serious ones. it would be so difficult to not be able to hear/speak (which inspires me to help those who can't). so... i think i could deal without hearing since there is american sign language.
however, growing up with a blind neighbor -- who was no less than amazing -- i can see where it'd be the toughest thing ever. she made the best of it by cooking, cleaning and even gardening on her own. hell, she was even a high school teacher with prosthetic eyes! i couldn't do it.
the sense i'd hate to lose the most is certainly my vision.
it'll be interesting to hear your responses.
happy birthday, jamie.
i think jamie is a little too fascinated with vanna white and is a bit confused that the girl beside him really is not a drag queen!jamie... you cannot have those for your birthday, even if you do yell 'big money.'
happy birthday to you, though, you old slut. how old are you now, like thirty or so?
hope your birthday brings you lots of presents even if you have to lay on your back to open them! haha.
get your ass back to atlanta, soon. mrs. martin is waitin'.
visit this site...
this is the guy - tyler wrenn - who played at the concert this weekend. he's from wendell's hometown of moultrie and is just starting out. he's a one-man-band right now although his brother plays percussion from time-to-time.very personable, too, although i only talked to him for a matter of minutes. he's on myspace (http://www.myspace.com/tylerwrennband) or you can click here to go to his site.
Monday, March 20, 2006
what are you doing saturday?
the braves are hosting an open house -- literally since they won't be there. haha. they are still in florida from spring training.
nonetheless, from noon to five, the stadium will be open to fans to watch the game live on the jumbo-tron as well as register for giveaways, etc. the renovated lexus level will be open for tours as well as a pick-your-seat type something.
anyway, i will be there. i think it'll be something fun to do. besides, three weeks is a long time to wait for baseball.
wanna go? lemme know.
nonetheless, from noon to five, the stadium will be open to fans to watch the game live on the jumbo-tron as well as register for giveaways, etc. the renovated lexus level will be open for tours as well as a pick-your-seat type something.
anyway, i will be there. i think it'll be something fun to do. besides, three weeks is a long time to wait for baseball.
wanna go? lemme know.
hey joshua!
as i mentioned earlier, i want to start giving a 'shout-out' to some of my friends. i'm gonna start with joshua 'cause i miss the little bastard.haha. this picture was taken - much against his will - when i was leaving for hawaii. how cute, huh?
anyway... he's back in michigan where his family lives. he's probably freezin' his balls off 'cause it's cold here.
joshua and i met in flight attendant training and both agreed that we thought we wouldn't like each other at our first meeting. quickly, though, he, kassy, jessica and i became a clique. he was the dad, jessica the mom and kassy and i the two terrible children who fought all the time. for a brief time, there was manny but i think he was our ghetto yard boy.
joshua and i have been through a lot and though distance seperates us, he's a very close friend. i'm happy to say that i'm proud of him for many reasons, namely his being more than six months sober!
i'm trying to convince him to come back south. he even used ya'll in a post on his myspace page. he's converted, no longer a yankee.
so, here's to joshua... say hello here by commenting or visit his myspace page.
about to pop!
guess what starts three weeks from today???
we should all get off work -- assuming i have a job by then -- and tailgate and go to the game!
whaddaya say?
(chipper was bored when i took this picture...)
good weekend/bad weekend
wow... where do i begin?
the drive to south georgia was not bad at all... although my brain automatically took me through albany and not into moultrie, which was my original destination. guess it's a force of habit. anyway... i saw wendell who was running around like a chicken with his head cut off.
but... the event he was planning - a bbq cook-off - was very succesful. through his efforts, the event doubled from the participation last year. comments flew in the wind from almost everyone. he's their special events coordinator and is doing a super job. i have to admit, though, i miss the fucker.
on friday i dealt with the attorney. can't talk about it on here as my mother has informed me that her husband is a reader of my blog, too. hey charles!
speaking of my mother, she came to leslee and jennifer's on saturday after she received the letter from the attorney. to say the least, she was not happy at all. according to her, i'm no longer her son. i'm going to hell. wendell is going to jail. i need a psychologist, etc., etc. yeah.
her comments did get me down, i have to admit, but not to the point where i can't go on. she's so perplex. and if you think i have double-standards, you should meet her.
oh... she's also going to an attorney today - supposedly - to sue me for talking about her on here. i encouraged her to do what she needed to do.
it amazes me that just a week or two ago, she called and talked with me like nothing had happened. granted, we didn't discuss the vehicle in depth. she was - or so it seemed - in support of me, nonetheless. i mean i even came out to her and she seemed to be alright with it.
not so on saturday.
anyway... on friday, angel, jennifer and i went to the concert wendell had planned and enjoyed it for a couple hours before we headed to albany. we hit charlie b's, my old stomping grounds. it's a fun, young, straight bar. the bo henry band was playing.
i saw scott bradshaw, a classmate of mine. he has bulked up and even gotten married. shit... his wife's name just escaped me... oh, tonya camp. they're a cute couple. he was out with his brother and a posse of friends.
he and i hung out and caught up. of course, we had to re-hash high school days and all the shit we got into. like the night we camped out and opened all the emergency exits on his mom's school bus, made prank phone calls, snuck girls out of windows, they locked me in the tree house.
when we woke up - it was david, cedric, todd, scott and i - we walked almost five miles to david's house to go swimming. david washed his dad's truck and left the rest of us asleep on the patio to get real, real burned. damnit.
it was fun. i came out to him but he said they always knew. funny how that is, huh? he was way cool with it, though, even dancing with me in th charlie b's, the straightest place in albany. mmm, maybe not. after all, zack hudson has been there.
speaking of him, he's now the city editor of the americus times recorder. genie, formally of camilla enterprise fame, was there. she's a trip. haha.
hoh... after partying there for a while and consuming drinks angel pretty much swindled from the men in the bar, it was off to steak and shake where benita took great care of us. interesting night.
i was awakened on saturday to leslee throwing her lab, sassie - i think, in my face and pointing out that i was sleeping with my mouth wide open. ha.
i got to visit with her just a bit before my mom rode in on her broom, i mean car... for some reason, leslee chose her boyfriend over me and jennifer and didn't hang out with us on friday. no props for that, leslee. boo.
saturday was a solemn day as i had to process all that had gone on.
i went back to the bbq to take pictures for wendell. mr. vaughn and mrs. rhonda came out and hung out with me for a while. wendell secured us some awesome ribs so we dug in and talked a bit. hahahah. leslee... i have to tell you something. haha.
wendell and i had planned to go to valdosta on saturday night but with my day and his weekend, we were both pooped and decided instead to stay in.
sunday saw me off from that god-forsaken place. wendell's friend brian said it best... i don't hate sale city/south georgia... just some people in it. (for the record, i truly hate no one, just a very, very strong dislike.)
traffic was ridiculous. i made good time but everyone on the interstate averaged about five miles under the speed limit. what? ugh.
then, at exit 202 or so, traffic stopped. and i mean stopped. it took me two hours to get from jackson, georgia into the city. i was more than miserable but met craig, matt, wes and michael at joes. it was so loud in there.
after they finished eating - i had mcdonald's on the way up - we went to our starbucks meeting. we have to come up with a name for it. some time of club name. it has to sound exclusive, though. ya'll think about that one.
christine and her friend jamie - who i heard was violently baptized into the gay world this weekend - met us as well as trent and andy. as always, it was quite interesting. and, also as always, what happens at starbucks, stays at starbucks.
burkhart's was the next destination for the armorette's show. i needed a laugh and got more than enough to cheer me up. mary and knomie did their number to i need a change or whatever the name of the song is... yuck. haha.
everyone was out so i got to see all my bar fly friends. always fun.
i wasn't quite ready for bed, although exhausted, so i headed to underground to charlie's. it's nice to see people supporting the cabaret again. i'm also glad to see charlie realize that even with the talent on her cast, atlanta wants something a bit different from time-to-time.
now today i'm looking for jobs again as well as calling a couple of people who i've been in contact with. honestly, i could give up but i'm hanging in there. i know i have a network of people who are behind and i appreciate each and every one of you.
oh... thursday drag idol is down to three... jezelle, destiny and jealouse. everyone needs to be there.
and... if you're my size, let me know (height, weight, etc.). knomie needs to talk to you. that's all i can say about that.
i need to run to the police department. actually, i'm gonna drive. but i do need to go. i've caught you up. now you can go about your day.
the drive to south georgia was not bad at all... although my brain automatically took me through albany and not into moultrie, which was my original destination. guess it's a force of habit. anyway... i saw wendell who was running around like a chicken with his head cut off.
but... the event he was planning - a bbq cook-off - was very succesful. through his efforts, the event doubled from the participation last year. comments flew in the wind from almost everyone. he's their special events coordinator and is doing a super job. i have to admit, though, i miss the fucker.
on friday i dealt with the attorney. can't talk about it on here as my mother has informed me that her husband is a reader of my blog, too. hey charles!
speaking of my mother, she came to leslee and jennifer's on saturday after she received the letter from the attorney. to say the least, she was not happy at all. according to her, i'm no longer her son. i'm going to hell. wendell is going to jail. i need a psychologist, etc., etc. yeah.
her comments did get me down, i have to admit, but not to the point where i can't go on. she's so perplex. and if you think i have double-standards, you should meet her.
oh... she's also going to an attorney today - supposedly - to sue me for talking about her on here. i encouraged her to do what she needed to do.
it amazes me that just a week or two ago, she called and talked with me like nothing had happened. granted, we didn't discuss the vehicle in depth. she was - or so it seemed - in support of me, nonetheless. i mean i even came out to her and she seemed to be alright with it.
not so on saturday.
anyway... on friday, angel, jennifer and i went to the concert wendell had planned and enjoyed it for a couple hours before we headed to albany. we hit charlie b's, my old stomping grounds. it's a fun, young, straight bar. the bo henry band was playing.
i saw scott bradshaw, a classmate of mine. he has bulked up and even gotten married. shit... his wife's name just escaped me... oh, tonya camp. they're a cute couple. he was out with his brother and a posse of friends.
he and i hung out and caught up. of course, we had to re-hash high school days and all the shit we got into. like the night we camped out and opened all the emergency exits on his mom's school bus, made prank phone calls, snuck girls out of windows, they locked me in the tree house.
when we woke up - it was david, cedric, todd, scott and i - we walked almost five miles to david's house to go swimming. david washed his dad's truck and left the rest of us asleep on the patio to get real, real burned. damnit.
it was fun. i came out to him but he said they always knew. funny how that is, huh? he was way cool with it, though, even dancing with me in th charlie b's, the straightest place in albany. mmm, maybe not. after all, zack hudson has been there.
speaking of him, he's now the city editor of the americus times recorder. genie, formally of camilla enterprise fame, was there. she's a trip. haha.
hoh... after partying there for a while and consuming drinks angel pretty much swindled from the men in the bar, it was off to steak and shake where benita took great care of us. interesting night.
i was awakened on saturday to leslee throwing her lab, sassie - i think, in my face and pointing out that i was sleeping with my mouth wide open. ha.
i got to visit with her just a bit before my mom rode in on her broom, i mean car... for some reason, leslee chose her boyfriend over me and jennifer and didn't hang out with us on friday. no props for that, leslee. boo.
saturday was a solemn day as i had to process all that had gone on.
i went back to the bbq to take pictures for wendell. mr. vaughn and mrs. rhonda came out and hung out with me for a while. wendell secured us some awesome ribs so we dug in and talked a bit. hahahah. leslee... i have to tell you something. haha.
wendell and i had planned to go to valdosta on saturday night but with my day and his weekend, we were both pooped and decided instead to stay in.
sunday saw me off from that god-forsaken place. wendell's friend brian said it best... i don't hate sale city/south georgia... just some people in it. (for the record, i truly hate no one, just a very, very strong dislike.)
traffic was ridiculous. i made good time but everyone on the interstate averaged about five miles under the speed limit. what? ugh.
then, at exit 202 or so, traffic stopped. and i mean stopped. it took me two hours to get from jackson, georgia into the city. i was more than miserable but met craig, matt, wes and michael at joes. it was so loud in there.
after they finished eating - i had mcdonald's on the way up - we went to our starbucks meeting. we have to come up with a name for it. some time of club name. it has to sound exclusive, though. ya'll think about that one.
christine and her friend jamie - who i heard was violently baptized into the gay world this weekend - met us as well as trent and andy. as always, it was quite interesting. and, also as always, what happens at starbucks, stays at starbucks.
burkhart's was the next destination for the armorette's show. i needed a laugh and got more than enough to cheer me up. mary and knomie did their number to i need a change or whatever the name of the song is... yuck. haha.
everyone was out so i got to see all my bar fly friends. always fun.
i wasn't quite ready for bed, although exhausted, so i headed to underground to charlie's. it's nice to see people supporting the cabaret again. i'm also glad to see charlie realize that even with the talent on her cast, atlanta wants something a bit different from time-to-time.
now today i'm looking for jobs again as well as calling a couple of people who i've been in contact with. honestly, i could give up but i'm hanging in there. i know i have a network of people who are behind and i appreciate each and every one of you.
oh... thursday drag idol is down to three... jezelle, destiny and jealouse. everyone needs to be there.
and... if you're my size, let me know (height, weight, etc.). knomie needs to talk to you. that's all i can say about that.
i need to run to the police department. actually, i'm gonna drive. but i do need to go. i've caught you up. now you can go about your day.
Friday, March 17, 2006
vague update...
i've been busy today and amongst the pine trees and cows, so i haven't been able to call those of you who i'd like to discuss sitcom 3. ha.
just wanted to say that all went well this morning and i know where i stand. i've done what i could, which will take place in the a.m. i'd say it'll be much like the fireworks on the fourth of july. gonna be interesting to say the least.
i also have some things to do once i get back to atlanta. overall, the ball remains in my court but purely halfway and that's it. what a mess!
jennifer, angel and i are going to the concert that wendell has been working on... it better be worth it. haha. sure it will. it's b.y.o.b. so at least we'll have fun. who knows what we're doing after that.
tomorrow night i'm going to valdosta so those friends there who are reading this, call me and you bitches best be out tomorrow.
i'm about to take a shower... nekkid!
just wanted to say that all went well this morning and i know where i stand. i've done what i could, which will take place in the a.m. i'd say it'll be much like the fireworks on the fourth of july. gonna be interesting to say the least.
i also have some things to do once i get back to atlanta. overall, the ball remains in my court but purely halfway and that's it. what a mess!
jennifer, angel and i are going to the concert that wendell has been working on... it better be worth it. haha. sure it will. it's b.y.o.b. so at least we'll have fun. who knows what we're doing after that.
tomorrow night i'm going to valdosta so those friends there who are reading this, call me and you bitches best be out tomorrow.
i'm about to take a shower... nekkid!
havin' a good time with jennifer...
um, oh lord. we've been playing with the english to spanish to german to we're out of our mind translator online. i wanted to put something on my prior post in spanish and since i failed spanish three times, i decided i needed help.
hahahaha. jennifer just reminded me it might have been because i beat the first teacher up. but i defend myself. i did not beat her up. i simply elbowed her and stomped on her foot. haha.
anyway... i got here - or at least to south georgia - around four or so. i went to moultrie to see wendell. i got to see my children again for the first time in six months. my children being my fish. they're doing quite well and have even got step-brothers and sisters.
did you know how serious people are about cooking barbeque? if you're not, i'll post some pictures on here this weekend. these people invest thousands of dollars into competing nationwide. it's even sanctioned. interesting.
mrs. rhonda prepared me a great dinner, as always. and for the record... i can eat steak, damnit! mr. vaughn and i talked about hawaii and caught up on the iraqis. always interesting, right?
i crashed for a few hours 'cause i was just simply exhausted. the drive is enough -only about three hours - but i might have stayed out a bit late last night.
i went to eat with trent and craig and matt and wes before heading to starbucks. i have to admit, though, i was a bit disappointed. there weren't any belly laughs although there were a few haha moments. honestly, the conversation was probably the most serious of any we've had. speaking of which, i'll say that i'm proud of brandon for decisions he's made in his life.
i had to leave them to meet matt and his friends and blake's. i hadn't seen him in some time so it was a must. i'm glad i did, too. very fun as always. (you owe me dinner. or do i owe you?) his friends peter and ... oops... brian? were with him. very nice, both of them. did 'brian' make it to the airport?
hmm... from there it was to burkhart's where miss murphy and richard had migrated to. i thought that it was st. patricks day already and kept pinching this guy wearing a red, white and blue jacket. he hollered each time like a girl. ; )
i'd reached my limit so i left only to sit up and talk to tom for a couple hours. nine o'clock came early this morning but i let it pass. i finally left around noon.
more later on all the drama but only privately.
hahahaha. jennifer just reminded me it might have been because i beat the first teacher up. but i defend myself. i did not beat her up. i simply elbowed her and stomped on her foot. haha.
anyway... i got here - or at least to south georgia - around four or so. i went to moultrie to see wendell. i got to see my children again for the first time in six months. my children being my fish. they're doing quite well and have even got step-brothers and sisters.
did you know how serious people are about cooking barbeque? if you're not, i'll post some pictures on here this weekend. these people invest thousands of dollars into competing nationwide. it's even sanctioned. interesting.
mrs. rhonda prepared me a great dinner, as always. and for the record... i can eat steak, damnit! mr. vaughn and i talked about hawaii and caught up on the iraqis. always interesting, right?
i crashed for a few hours 'cause i was just simply exhausted. the drive is enough -only about three hours - but i might have stayed out a bit late last night.
i went to eat with trent and craig and matt and wes before heading to starbucks. i have to admit, though, i was a bit disappointed. there weren't any belly laughs although there were a few haha moments. honestly, the conversation was probably the most serious of any we've had. speaking of which, i'll say that i'm proud of brandon for decisions he's made in his life.
i had to leave them to meet matt and his friends and blake's. i hadn't seen him in some time so it was a must. i'm glad i did, too. very fun as always. (you owe me dinner. or do i owe you?) his friends peter and ... oops... brian? were with him. very nice, both of them. did 'brian' make it to the airport?
hmm... from there it was to burkhart's where miss murphy and richard had migrated to. i thought that it was st. patricks day already and kept pinching this guy wearing a red, white and blue jacket. he hollered each time like a girl. ; )
i'd reached my limit so i left only to sit up and talk to tom for a couple hours. nine o'clock came early this morning but i let it pass. i finally left around noon.
more later on all the drama but only privately.
damnit, damnit, damnit
looks like the usa is not on top of its game. in fact, they are out of it courtesy of mexico. they beat team usa 2-1 forcing jones and francoeur back to atlanta as well as griffey, clemens and the rest of the gang to their respective teams.jeff had a dismal .167 average but they didn't let the kid play... until this game. well, besides in the rout by canada. instead of being number one in the world for a sport we created, we've dropped to being the third best on our continent.
so, it looks like he'll be on the red eye from cali headed for the sunshine state to join the rest of the braves for spring training where many people said he belonged all the while.
i guess i agree a bit. i think he should be a brave for life but at twenty-two i'm proud he got the chance to play with the likes of clemens, damon and all the other hot shots of baseball. and he's just a boy from georgia...
who ever knew koreans knew how to play baseball? they're the front runner in all this... don't get me started again on all the rules and regulations of this hoopla... still undefeated.
join me in saying viva la mexico to our neighbors to the south. ¡golpee la mierda fuera de esos coreanos!
Thursday, March 16, 2006
oh, before i forget...
this was just too funny. i won't rehash why i left the ship. it's all here if you want to scroll back through.so you can imagine my surprise yesterday when i got a call from an 'unknown' number. i always answer - unless i'm having a mathew day or moment, which can happen at any time.
the male voice on the other end announces his name - i don't remember it - and that he is calling from norwegian cruise lines in miami about my resume i submitted for a cruise staff position.
they'd like to offer me the position, he said.
ummm... are you not aware that i'm not on the ship, i asked.
you're on vacation, right?, he responded.
no. (not unless you count it as forever.)
o.k., bye, he said. and just that quickly. interesting, huh?
congratulations to christine!!!
if you're a faithful reader of my journal, you know all about christine. if you're a friend of mine, you certainly do.well, i just got an e-mail from her stating that she just went over having lost more than 100 pounds! i'm so proud of her.
the picture here (she's the beautiful one on the left) does not do her justice but gives you an idea. you should see her in person. fab-u-lous.
for my straight male readers, christine is single (i think, still) and enjoys long walks in the park...
haha.
oh, and the bitch just bought a house in sandy springs. i hate 'er.
about to hit the road, jack.
ugh. i dread this drive. dread this drama.
i'll be out of town all weekend. so, call me on my cell. i'll check my e-mail periodically.
y'all don't let st.patrick's day get you into too much trouble. and don't forget to wear your green!
i'll be out of town all weekend. so, call me on my cell. i'll check my e-mail periodically.
y'all don't let st.patrick's day get you into too much trouble. and don't forget to wear your green!
jeff actually gets a start.
poor jeff. he's only twenty-two and has been riding the bench for pretty much the whole world baseball classic. who's managing this thing? did they not see his first at-bat... er, game. (he struck out the first three, then homered as christine and i predicted, wished into reality or whatever...)did they also not watch him throw how many people out at home from right field? did they not see the fourteen balls he knocked into the stands?
i need to talk to them.
anyway... he's starting in left field, opposite his normal position of right. roger clemens will be the starting pitcher.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
developing story...
i got a message today from a friend on myspace.com. damnit, i wasn't gonna get addicted to it. oh well.anyway, there was a seventeen-year-old straight student who made a movie loosely based on the oscar-winning film brokeback mountain called brokeback high.
apparently, there is a scene where two males cuddle shirtless. when brandon flyte refused to edit the scene out and subsequently showed it to a class of students, he was expelled. he was sent to a community college to finish his last two months of his senior year.
i believe this is wrong on so many levels.
first, let me say this: if he didn't follow the rules, my opinions might change slightly. but as i investigate this, i'm finding that the problem here is not the student but the film itself and the way school administrators feel about it.
instead of saying men and women are coming out we're having to say boys and girls. there are gay kids in elementary schools these days. middle schools are full of them.
and like brandon, once they make it to high school, even the straight kids who used to bully homosexuals now embrace them. they, again like brandon, even imitate the life as art. why the need to censor such a real thing? i mean come on. did you not see the response to brokeback mountain?
i've e-mailed brandon with my support and also in hopes to get a first-hand account of what is going on. i've included a link here to his myspace page. perhaps if you feel like, send him a message of support.
update: brandon has been allowed to return to school and administrators are now calling this a transfer, not an expulsion. i'm including links for your review.
- brandon's website
- the advocate march 15
- the advocate march 16
also, this is brandon's response to my e-mail:
"I would love nothing more than for gays to be given all the rights and respect that straight people get. I appreciate your support and willingness to promote my story on your website. Hopefully people like us can make a difference." -Brandon
i'll be alright...
you know, things can go wrong but there is one thing i realize: friends truly are forever. i'm listening to reba sing 'i'll be.' damn you, craig! you got me in this mood. (thanks, actually)
i can imagine each of my friends singing this to me... and wanting to sing it to you guys as well.
shit is about to hit the fan... and i'm gonna need my network of friends to be there. i know i can count on y'all but this is, maybe, a request. ya know?
just when i thought things was where i wanted and my prayers were answered, a huge wrench was thrown into the mix.
regardless... just wanted to say all this.
thanks.
i can imagine each of my friends singing this to me... and wanting to sing it to you guys as well.
shit is about to hit the fan... and i'm gonna need my network of friends to be there. i know i can count on y'all but this is, maybe, a request. ya know?
just when i thought things was where i wanted and my prayers were answered, a huge wrench was thrown into the mix.
regardless... just wanted to say all this.
thanks.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
are we really this backwards?
although i am a christian (no one should ever have to preface a statement with that...) i believe this is one of the best-said statements in the fight against a gay marriage ban:"senator, when you took your oath of office, you placed your hand on the bible and swore to uphold the constitution. you did not place your hand on the constitution and swear to uphold the bible."
this was in response to senator nancy jacobs (r) who said and then asked, "mr. raskin, my bible says marriage is only between a man and a woman. what do you have to say about that?"
raskin was testifying during a hearing on a proposed gay marriage ban, which, unfortunately, was ratified into law in several states, including georgia.
Monday, March 13, 2006
you can't gargle with gravel...
my mom can be such a bitch sometimes. of course, it's not always her own fault. it's the fact that she's been mentally abused and brainwashed by what i believe is god's absolute worst creation of a man.
still, she holds blame.
obviously, i am supposed to bend over backwards to help her help her husband get control of the title of a truck i paid more than two grand into. huh?
i'm in atlanta with no car... although i'm working on that... and she wants me to do what?
ha.
anyone know an attorney? seriously. i was going to be nice about this whole situation since she's been accepting of me after not having spoken for two years.
but damnit, i paid money into that vehicle as did friends and i'm not a quitter. i may not have a leg to stand on but it's high time i researched it to find out. i'll be damned if i am going to sit back and see that sorry bastard benefit from me. he always enjoys blood money. sorry sack of shit.
still, she holds blame.
obviously, i am supposed to bend over backwards to help her help her husband get control of the title of a truck i paid more than two grand into. huh?
i'm in atlanta with no car... although i'm working on that... and she wants me to do what?
ha.
anyone know an attorney? seriously. i was going to be nice about this whole situation since she's been accepting of me after not having spoken for two years.
but damnit, i paid money into that vehicle as did friends and i'm not a quitter. i may not have a leg to stand on but it's high time i researched it to find out. i'll be damned if i am going to sit back and see that sorry bastard benefit from me. he always enjoys blood money. sorry sack of shit.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
you, my visitors!
here's a map of where my last few, i think twenty or so, visitors were located... miami, oregon, all over georgia, dallas, iola (kansas)... even rome and malaysia.cool!
my new obsession
not only is he beautiful, but his song, "you're beautiful," has begun to captivate the nation, including me. (update: he is james blunt... thanks matt!)but being the spoiled brat i am, wendell bought me the c.d. the other day, 'back to bedlam.' it is, without a doubt, amazing.
perhaps it's because many of the songs speak to me. they're fitting for my mood, my situation right now.
but more than that is his voice. it's simply sexy. it's the voice you want to hear someone sing you to sleep by. it's the voice that'd make you cry if he sang karaoke in a bar.
he was on oprah the other day... god, i love her... and sang 'you're beautiful' as well as his song 'goodbye my lover.' oh... man. it almost makes you want to have someone to break up with just so you can listen to the song over and over and over... nah, not really. don't want to do that again but it is fantastic.
if you haven't heard his music, certainly buy the c.d. it's worth it, i promise. if you want to hear it before you buy, let me know. i'm sure it'll be playing in my c.d. player for a while.
i am so at home in this city.
you know that warm feeling you get when you're home? when you sleep in your own bed. when the one you love hugs you after you haven't seen them in a while.
that's the way i feel now that i'm back in atlanta. ever since i moved here at twenty-one, i've felt at home. there's a sort of peace, a real 'family' feeling.
which brings me to my point of posting... tonight was such a fun night. there was nothing special about (o.k., maybe one thing) it; just an ordinary night. but around me were people i cared about and who make me happy. who make me feel like... just great.
i went to burkhart's to see craig and met trent there as well. big ole slut he is. (i love ya...) he's really not a slut. he just plays one on t.v. kyle and justin strolled through as i was leaving for hoe down's.
there i saw wesley, ryan, nate, brandon, sam, john, don, tom and even jim...
are we in a movie? 'cause sometimes it seems that way. ya know? like they're leading roles for best friends, supporting roles for aquaintances and then there are the extras. make sense?
anyway... craig and trent made a fabulous, grand entrance to hoe down's about the time the ugly lights were scheduled to shine. they whisked us -- me, nate and brandon -- out to the waffle house.
oh lord.
all the money in the world could not afford entertainment like we have. man. is trent ever without something hilarious spilling from his mouth? haha. give the man a shot and he'll entertain you for days. like that fish story... give a man a fish and...
oh, i failed to mention the way we arrived... in style in the jeep with the top off. it was grand. especially since whitney houston was sittin' up at the bar with her short, short somethins on. then craig told us about a heterosexual experience he had had...
you think i could charge people to listen? watch? not that! i mean our group. the people at starbucks liked us. thought we were entertaining. and those tonight. well, the one table couldn't comprehend english but the others liked us. you know they did.
i'm home now and can't sleep, really. maybe it's because i haven't tried. yeah, probably that.
we're going to church in the morning. perhaps i should take a shower and sleep a bit. i'd hate to walk in the door and make people think i drowned myself in the communion bottle.
that's the way i feel now that i'm back in atlanta. ever since i moved here at twenty-one, i've felt at home. there's a sort of peace, a real 'family' feeling.
which brings me to my point of posting... tonight was such a fun night. there was nothing special about (o.k., maybe one thing) it; just an ordinary night. but around me were people i cared about and who make me happy. who make me feel like... just great.
i went to burkhart's to see craig and met trent there as well. big ole slut he is. (i love ya...) he's really not a slut. he just plays one on t.v. kyle and justin strolled through as i was leaving for hoe down's.
there i saw wesley, ryan, nate, brandon, sam, john, don, tom and even jim...
are we in a movie? 'cause sometimes it seems that way. ya know? like they're leading roles for best friends, supporting roles for aquaintances and then there are the extras. make sense?
anyway... craig and trent made a fabulous, grand entrance to hoe down's about the time the ugly lights were scheduled to shine. they whisked us -- me, nate and brandon -- out to the waffle house.
oh lord.
all the money in the world could not afford entertainment like we have. man. is trent ever without something hilarious spilling from his mouth? haha. give the man a shot and he'll entertain you for days. like that fish story... give a man a fish and...
oh, i failed to mention the way we arrived... in style in the jeep with the top off. it was grand. especially since whitney houston was sittin' up at the bar with her short, short somethins on. then craig told us about a heterosexual experience he had had...
you think i could charge people to listen? watch? not that! i mean our group. the people at starbucks liked us. thought we were entertaining. and those tonight. well, the one table couldn't comprehend english but the others liked us. you know they did.
i'm home now and can't sleep, really. maybe it's because i haven't tried. yeah, probably that.
we're going to church in the morning. perhaps i should take a shower and sleep a bit. i'd hate to walk in the door and make people think i drowned myself in the communion bottle.
what happens at starbucks...
...stays at starbucks. or so that's we've decided. this picture, which i promise i did not take, says it best.you know... it's kinda like the, hmmm... secret society of some sort. you can't get in unless you know someone or something or...
i so wish i could talk about it.
hahaha.
(starbucks in no way endorses this ad nor what goes on when we're there. in fact, they want us to quit coming.)
Friday, March 10, 2006
who is ready for baseball season... i know i am!
Thursday, March 9, 2006
sometimes you have to think for yourself...
being a gay person, i'm eligible finally to be persecuted. of course, i'm a white male so oppression is something i knew little about until coming out. even now, though, i'm not on a chopping block.
there are rules and laws all about this country which oppress minorities, the most heated, at least at this point, is gay men and women.
that brings me to the point of this post. a student, michael guinn, was expelled from a private, christian college because he was gay. boo, we say. right?
it was after he posted pictures of him in drag on his blog that the college sent him packing. free speech, right?
well, yeah. but let's look deeper into this. let's think for ourselves here. while i'm not advocating or endorsing the college's decision, it was a rule. it was a rule he was aware of. just like a personal friend of mine, matt bailey, who was kicked out of baylor university in texas, he was aware that being gay did not coincided with the college's principles and would get him tossed.
where am i going with this? it's a rule. rules were made to be broken but they're also something that can be changed with a bit of intelligence and learning.
if you're gay, why attend a college that knowingly oppresses you? they're many colleges out there that teach the same thing i'm sure michael was learning at john brown university in arkansas.
also, if you don't think it's right, why not try to change it. why not be brave like georgia teenager kerry pacer and begin a gay-straight alliance. it's hard for me to believe that people in our generation wouldn't support it, especially on a college campus even if it is a christian college.
unfortunately, our parents and those in their generation are ignorant to the gay life. it's our duty to educate them and help them to understand what it is that we are.
it won't be until then that situations like michael's and matt's cease.
i cannot blame the college for kicking them out. i can blame them for having oppressive, archaic laws.
but when you know the rules, follow them or attempt to have them changed. in today's society you'd have an army of people, both gay and straight, there to support you.
read more here.
there are rules and laws all about this country which oppress minorities, the most heated, at least at this point, is gay men and women.
that brings me to the point of this post. a student, michael guinn, was expelled from a private, christian college because he was gay. boo, we say. right?
it was after he posted pictures of him in drag on his blog that the college sent him packing. free speech, right?
well, yeah. but let's look deeper into this. let's think for ourselves here. while i'm not advocating or endorsing the college's decision, it was a rule. it was a rule he was aware of. just like a personal friend of mine, matt bailey, who was kicked out of baylor university in texas, he was aware that being gay did not coincided with the college's principles and would get him tossed.
where am i going with this? it's a rule. rules were made to be broken but they're also something that can be changed with a bit of intelligence and learning.
if you're gay, why attend a college that knowingly oppresses you? they're many colleges out there that teach the same thing i'm sure michael was learning at john brown university in arkansas.
also, if you don't think it's right, why not try to change it. why not be brave like georgia teenager kerry pacer and begin a gay-straight alliance. it's hard for me to believe that people in our generation wouldn't support it, especially on a college campus even if it is a christian college.
unfortunately, our parents and those in their generation are ignorant to the gay life. it's our duty to educate them and help them to understand what it is that we are.
it won't be until then that situations like michael's and matt's cease.
i cannot blame the college for kicking them out. i can blame them for having oppressive, archaic laws.
but when you know the rules, follow them or attempt to have them changed. in today's society you'd have an army of people, both gay and straight, there to support you.
read more here.
sad news...
carrie's brother, tommy, passed away tuesday from a battle with brain cancer. according to sheri, he was at home with his wife and children. he was only forty-four.carrie and sheri have become special people in my life through monte. if you'd like to wish them well, please do.
in my response to them, i likened cancer to a coward. it's really like a purse snatcher. you don't know it's there until it's too late, most times at least. and doesn't it always seem to 'snatch' the best people.
my nannie was one of those... about a year-and-a-half ago. it was leukemia. she'd never had it yet it's grips pulled her right out of our arms and into the hereafter.
i know first-hand that losing someone is tough. hell, we all do. very few deal with death easily. it sucks.
please join me in keeping them in your prayers.
anonymous poster at turner...
i forgot to mention this but perhaps it will impress the turner people that i devoted a post to them.
apparently, the anonymos poster -- or at least the person who works at turner that i thought was anonymous -- isn't after all.
see if you get this: turner is by all accounts a big place. however, with the exception of anderson cooper, brian long and, well, buddy, i don't know anyone else there.
but, the person i believed was anonymous sent an e-mail to a friend saying that he didn't ever post on my site... he just went there to read about tom. it was his friend who told him to read my site.
perhaps i've confused you but i'm confused myself. i don't understand why someone...
whatever... i just wanted to put that on here.
thanks, turner, for TWO faithful fans!
apparently, the anonymos poster -- or at least the person who works at turner that i thought was anonymous -- isn't after all.
see if you get this: turner is by all accounts a big place. however, with the exception of anderson cooper, brian long and, well, buddy, i don't know anyone else there.
but, the person i believed was anonymous sent an e-mail to a friend saying that he didn't ever post on my site... he just went there to read about tom. it was his friend who told him to read my site.
perhaps i've confused you but i'm confused myself. i don't understand why someone...
whatever... i just wanted to put that on here.
thanks, turner, for TWO faithful fans!
finally, an interview!
i guess things happen for a reason, after all. i think that anyway.
several years ago, i met a guy named jim (wendell, you'd remember him). he was alright but could be a bit obnoxious at times. however, i remained nice to him and have become somewhat of a 'bar friend' of his.
when he found out i was back from hawaii and was looking for work, he told me about a position with avis at the airport that he thought i'd enjoy... upon investigating, i found out there was nothing available at the time but to keep in touch.
so, i did... and a position has opened, which i applied for this morning, er, afternoon.
the interview went extremely well, probably the best i ever had. linda, the recruiter, could not have been more personable and asked every question in which i'd prepared. for each answer, i never had to hesitate. she asked, i replied.
so, we'll see how it goes from there. perhaps i'll get the job because i think it's certainly the best for me and my plans.
i turned down another interview today but because i don't think it's the right job for me and i don't really have the best vibes for it. nothing totally negative but just not that 'good' feeling, ya know?
at eleven, i am going to an interview with gables but it's the same situation as the one i turned down. it's just a job, which is what i'm looking for since i WILL be in school this fall. but, it's in the morning and i don't have time to respectfully decline. and, my friends stuck their necks and names out so i will respect not only myself but them as well.
ugh. i hate this. i've been home a month and nothing. then three things at once. when do you accept? when do you turn down? when do you accept 'change'? so many damn questions. i hate it.
you have to have money for a car. a job for a car. a car to get to the job. a home. a place to live. all this shit. it's so stressful. i can't imagine how people live on the streets. i'd have to find the nearest razor and slit my wrist if i was driven to that. it's the worst feeling ever.
you know your friends are there and you cherish them yet you cannot help but feel like somewhat of a burden. you can't help but think that you don't live up to standards while attempting to hold on to your integrity and your pride.
have you ever tried to swallow your pride. it's much like an anaconda feels, i have to be certain, when he fucks up and eats a small child.
alright... that's all of that.
i just got finished eating. tom bought salmon so while he was playing with the computer, i cooked... and, oh, was it good! i glazed the salmon with a lemon-mayo sauce and sauteed apple slices with it. then i made pesto pasta from scratch as well as cheese-garlic buscuits and a salad to start. tell me i'm not talented!
(ask me tomorrow if it made us sick...)
thursday is drag idol so i guess i'm going to head down to underground. this week, i think, is vegas. should be quite the show.
oh... have any of you been getting obscene pics on your phone lately? if not, ask leslee about them because she loves to make me puke with fat bitches in awkward positions. if i get the chance, i'll upload that nasty shit on here so i can make ya'll sick, too.
speaking of fat bitches... well, i gotta go.
several years ago, i met a guy named jim (wendell, you'd remember him). he was alright but could be a bit obnoxious at times. however, i remained nice to him and have become somewhat of a 'bar friend' of his.
when he found out i was back from hawaii and was looking for work, he told me about a position with avis at the airport that he thought i'd enjoy... upon investigating, i found out there was nothing available at the time but to keep in touch.
so, i did... and a position has opened, which i applied for this morning, er, afternoon.
the interview went extremely well, probably the best i ever had. linda, the recruiter, could not have been more personable and asked every question in which i'd prepared. for each answer, i never had to hesitate. she asked, i replied.
so, we'll see how it goes from there. perhaps i'll get the job because i think it's certainly the best for me and my plans.
i turned down another interview today but because i don't think it's the right job for me and i don't really have the best vibes for it. nothing totally negative but just not that 'good' feeling, ya know?
at eleven, i am going to an interview with gables but it's the same situation as the one i turned down. it's just a job, which is what i'm looking for since i WILL be in school this fall. but, it's in the morning and i don't have time to respectfully decline. and, my friends stuck their necks and names out so i will respect not only myself but them as well.
ugh. i hate this. i've been home a month and nothing. then three things at once. when do you accept? when do you turn down? when do you accept 'change'? so many damn questions. i hate it.
you have to have money for a car. a job for a car. a car to get to the job. a home. a place to live. all this shit. it's so stressful. i can't imagine how people live on the streets. i'd have to find the nearest razor and slit my wrist if i was driven to that. it's the worst feeling ever.
you know your friends are there and you cherish them yet you cannot help but feel like somewhat of a burden. you can't help but think that you don't live up to standards while attempting to hold on to your integrity and your pride.
have you ever tried to swallow your pride. it's much like an anaconda feels, i have to be certain, when he fucks up and eats a small child.
alright... that's all of that.
i just got finished eating. tom bought salmon so while he was playing with the computer, i cooked... and, oh, was it good! i glazed the salmon with a lemon-mayo sauce and sauteed apple slices with it. then i made pesto pasta from scratch as well as cheese-garlic buscuits and a salad to start. tell me i'm not talented!
(ask me tomorrow if it made us sick...)
thursday is drag idol so i guess i'm going to head down to underground. this week, i think, is vegas. should be quite the show.
oh... have any of you been getting obscene pics on your phone lately? if not, ask leslee about them because she loves to make me puke with fat bitches in awkward positions. if i get the chance, i'll upload that nasty shit on here so i can make ya'll sick, too.
speaking of fat bitches... well, i gotta go.
what do you think about clowns?
i've come to find out that many, many people are afraid of clowns. are you?
i find it interesting... i've never been afraid of them, thus cannot understand why people are.
and... another guess who?
which one of my friends used to work as a professional clown?
Tuesday, March 7, 2006
kirby puckett died!
if you don't know who he is, then you're truly not a baseball fan.
it's weird. he was one of a few of my childhood favorites: nolan ryan, ryan sandberg, ken griffey, jr., wade boggs.
perhaps he's playing in the big diamond in the sky...
it's weird. he was one of a few of my childhood favorites: nolan ryan, ryan sandberg, ken griffey, jr., wade boggs.
perhaps he's playing in the big diamond in the sky...
Monday, March 6, 2006
am i turning into one of those?
today was the weirdest, most spontaneous day. well, i guess in some sort of way it was.
it began by taking tom's vehicle to be washed... then to the airport to pick him up. he called yesterday to say he'd be home. he, like me, got fed up with the lack of management with n.c.l. if they were to get their shit together, they'd very likely be a highly competetive, profitable company.
anyway... from the airport we headed to cowtippers where craig joined us. juan was working so i got to see him, too. always nice to see him.
the day was gorgeous so we headed over to atlanta's cruisiest of cruisy places... ansley mall starbucks. the conversation was rated r. rather typical. haha.
the day wouldn't have been complete without hitting the park, which happened to be beyond capacity. it's one of the few times i've seen atlanta look like a real city.... i mean, i know it is a city but so many people here drive. you don't walk down busy sidewalks and you dare not ride a bike on the roads with these idiot drivers.
there were families out... couples, both gay and straight... friends... all kind of people. it was nice.
then... we decided to come home to watch latter days and the oscars. craig wanted pizza so we went on a wild goose chase for it. apparently, the pizza hut that sits on the corner of piedmont and north avenue is not the pizza hut listed on piedmont road that the friendly sprint operator gave me.
so... we get there to pick up the pizza, which, of course, is not there. we try to find the number but banitta didn't know it. turns out, it's at lindbergh so we head over there. t minus twenty minutes until oscar time.
guess what? they screwed up one of the pizzas. it went from a hand tossed meatlovers to a pan pepperoni and mushroom.
ten more minutes. the oscars have started.
at home, we eat and watch the oscars but the room is a bit weird. of course, there are five very different souls in the room but it's an interesting mix. tom is sunburned and exhausted. jamie, like me, was into the show. craig and denny were whispering and talking. i was reading the newspaper during the commercial breaks... (i didn't realize that the deal with the braves and renteria went through. bad me.)
i'm not complaining at all... it was very fun. but in the middle, i observed all these things. i also realized that some people don't know you're supposed to be quiet when i'm watching television, which i rarely do.
so, now everyone has gone home. jamie called to let me know he's back in soga safely and i'm wide awake. the coke i'm drinking can't be of help.
i'm surprised no one has commented on my last posts... but it is the weekend. perhaps yours has been as wild and crazy and hectic and fun as mine.
it began by taking tom's vehicle to be washed... then to the airport to pick him up. he called yesterday to say he'd be home. he, like me, got fed up with the lack of management with n.c.l. if they were to get their shit together, they'd very likely be a highly competetive, profitable company.
anyway... from the airport we headed to cowtippers where craig joined us. juan was working so i got to see him, too. always nice to see him.
the day was gorgeous so we headed over to atlanta's cruisiest of cruisy places... ansley mall starbucks. the conversation was rated r. rather typical. haha.
the day wouldn't have been complete without hitting the park, which happened to be beyond capacity. it's one of the few times i've seen atlanta look like a real city.... i mean, i know it is a city but so many people here drive. you don't walk down busy sidewalks and you dare not ride a bike on the roads with these idiot drivers.
there were families out... couples, both gay and straight... friends... all kind of people. it was nice.
then... we decided to come home to watch latter days and the oscars. craig wanted pizza so we went on a wild goose chase for it. apparently, the pizza hut that sits on the corner of piedmont and north avenue is not the pizza hut listed on piedmont road that the friendly sprint operator gave me.
so... we get there to pick up the pizza, which, of course, is not there. we try to find the number but banitta didn't know it. turns out, it's at lindbergh so we head over there. t minus twenty minutes until oscar time.
guess what? they screwed up one of the pizzas. it went from a hand tossed meatlovers to a pan pepperoni and mushroom.
ten more minutes. the oscars have started.
at home, we eat and watch the oscars but the room is a bit weird. of course, there are five very different souls in the room but it's an interesting mix. tom is sunburned and exhausted. jamie, like me, was into the show. craig and denny were whispering and talking. i was reading the newspaper during the commercial breaks... (i didn't realize that the deal with the braves and renteria went through. bad me.)
i'm not complaining at all... it was very fun. but in the middle, i observed all these things. i also realized that some people don't know you're supposed to be quiet when i'm watching television, which i rarely do.
so, now everyone has gone home. jamie called to let me know he's back in soga safely and i'm wide awake. the coke i'm drinking can't be of help.
i'm surprised no one has commented on my last posts... but it is the weekend. perhaps yours has been as wild and crazy and hectic and fun as mine.
Saturday, March 4, 2006
something interesting, fun...
alright... because of the anonymous poster, i put a site monitor on here to see exactly who was visiting, reading and posting.
by the way, i have narrowed it down to an ip address at turner broadcasting. should i get anymore, i will contact turner directly with the ip address so the person can answer as to why he visits my site almost daily, posting dumb shit while they're paying him.
anyway, on a more positive side, i've found that my site is viewed in excess of 4,000 times per month! very interesing, i believe.
even more interesting is where people are reading from. i have visitors from georgia, obviously, florida, california, kansas, texas, michigan... even sweden and australia.
so, what i'd like is for those of you who read to post a comment on who you are, where you're from, how you know my and possibly why you read... i think it'd be interesting. and it'll help people know who each other is as they post.
i think i'm going to do a question or something, too, at the end of my posts to make it a little more interactive. maybe even a friend of the week or something so you can get to know the people i care about and love.
so... comment already!
by the way, i have narrowed it down to an ip address at turner broadcasting. should i get anymore, i will contact turner directly with the ip address so the person can answer as to why he visits my site almost daily, posting dumb shit while they're paying him.
anyway, on a more positive side, i've found that my site is viewed in excess of 4,000 times per month! very interesing, i believe.
even more interesting is where people are reading from. i have visitors from georgia, obviously, florida, california, kansas, texas, michigan... even sweden and australia.
so, what i'd like is for those of you who read to post a comment on who you are, where you're from, how you know my and possibly why you read... i think it'd be interesting. and it'll help people know who each other is as they post.
i think i'm going to do a question or something, too, at the end of my posts to make it a little more interactive. maybe even a friend of the week or something so you can get to know the people i care about and love.
so... comment already!
i'm alive...
ya know, it sucks when you don't have internet service. for instance, you can get way behind on blogging... sorry.
things are still the same, meaning no job yet. however, i have my resume in the hands of three people who promise me i should get at least an interview. two are in property management; the other is with avis at the airport.
jamie is in town this weekend. he rolled in on thursday night when i accosted him, made him change in the parking lot and go out. we met some friends out at burkhart's and... i don't remember.
last night... well. it was crazy. we went to einstein's with larson, trent and craig before hitting the new club, amsterdam. hoedown's was the next spot before we went back to amsterdam but turned right around to hoedown's. i was confused, too.
so... it was then time for wetbar although we were saving that for tonight. shane took us into vip (the fountain club) where miss carey was lounging like the slut she is... did i just call someone that?? haha.
they now have revloving dance floors at wetbar so we perched there and barely moved the whole night. was quite a bit of fun.
all i will say about the rest of the night is that we left when they were turning on the lights. then god's lights were on before we went to sleep.
no posts, craig!
speaking of him... that's where we is now. eating popcorn. watching t.v. relaxin'.
oh! i am probably going to buy the jetta, pending my getting a job, of course. it's a cute car and a decent price and i need one... so...
ummm... i think that's all. i'm alive.
things are still the same, meaning no job yet. however, i have my resume in the hands of three people who promise me i should get at least an interview. two are in property management; the other is with avis at the airport.
jamie is in town this weekend. he rolled in on thursday night when i accosted him, made him change in the parking lot and go out. we met some friends out at burkhart's and... i don't remember.
last night... well. it was crazy. we went to einstein's with larson, trent and craig before hitting the new club, amsterdam. hoedown's was the next spot before we went back to amsterdam but turned right around to hoedown's. i was confused, too.
so... it was then time for wetbar although we were saving that for tonight. shane took us into vip (the fountain club) where miss carey was lounging like the slut she is... did i just call someone that?? haha.
they now have revloving dance floors at wetbar so we perched there and barely moved the whole night. was quite a bit of fun.
all i will say about the rest of the night is that we left when they were turning on the lights. then god's lights were on before we went to sleep.
no posts, craig!
speaking of him... that's where we is now. eating popcorn. watching t.v. relaxin'.
oh! i am probably going to buy the jetta, pending my getting a job, of course. it's a cute car and a decent price and i need one... so...
ummm... i think that's all. i'm alive.
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