DC March for Equality

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Good Lord...Being Older Blows!
Topic: Crap I Don't Understand

So, it's 8 in the morning on a Saturday, a day when I could totally sleep for as long as I damn well please. BUT, I'm awake. I can only attribute this to my getting older. Boo to that. I was out until 1am. I drank many, many beers and yet? Still awake. What is the deal with that? It seems to sleep past 8am, I have to stay out until 4 or 5am. This doesn't seem right. You know what else isn't right? Having to watch Florence Henderson with her Brady and Wesson wisdom, talking about erectile dysfunction. TWICE. Come on Chelsea, I know it's the summer, but can't you at least do ONE new show per week? And before you say it, yes, I know I could have turned it off, but come on, even viewing for the 100th time, anything Chelsea Handler is saying is way funnier than most everything else on TV. 

All that being said, we've got a weekend chock full of America's favorite pastime - beer drinking - with some baseball and softball thrown in. I'm totally prepared that the Nationals, the WORST team in baseball, are going to lose to the Cubs. But, my beer will offer me the comfort I need to deal with such a horrendous display of baseball. 

Ok - it's almost 8:30. I guess I should get up now and take my metamucil and put my dentures in.  

No Idea What I'm Doing
Topic: Crap I Don't Understand

Hello ten people who read this on a monthly basis. I'd like to take the time to thank you for checking this out and staying for a while. 

So, I'm having a bit of an off day. Perhaps it's hormones or whatever, but I just can't seem to find my center. I spent most of the day working, but still didn't feel like I accomplished that much. I'm on the verge of new responsibilities and yet I can't seem to find any motivation to do anything. I'm getting more and more ensconced in digital relationships and I wonder if this is helping or hindering me. It certainly gives me the opportunity to connect with people with similar viewpoints, but how much of a real connection is it? Are we more open with people we will rarely meet in real life or are we more of the best version of ourselves? Sharing only what we want. In some cases, I think it's easier to share more with strangers, but I'm not sure. Now, that's not to say that I'm not getting out there and meeting new people outside of the digital world, but still, and now I'm being so self indulgent in even writing this. It's such a vicious cycle.

Oh well, I'm sure I'll have my life completely figured out by tomorrow. Although  I'll take any and all suggestions for success. If you don't believe me, look how far I've come since I started this blog in 2003. Oh wait...my life really hasn't changed that much since then. Shit.

 

Part 2
After that first night we seemed awkward, you felt distanced from me. The feelings had been expressed but not acted on, not realized and yet we were unable to avoid each other, each craving the other's presence. More discussions until we were both asked why we weren't dating. A shrug of your shoulders an awkward laugh from me were our answer, both to each other and her. That night we went out with mutual friends, both of us alternately wishing we were alone and yet still unsure of what we would do if we were. One by one our friends left, leaving us to deal with the physical aspects of what we'd already verbally expressed. As we left the bar and walked along the cobblestone sidewalks to the campus, I was unsure of whether or not you'd kiss me. Then you did. Leaning down it was at first tentative, almost chaste. Then it deepened in intensity, followed shortly by you pulling back, and leaving me slightly off kilter. We walked along the block, still unsure of what this meant, hands touching, fingers intertwined. In that intimacy alone I felt a kind of electricity I had never known. As we made our way back to campus, a 10 minute walk took over two hours. We kissed on most of the street corners, several brownstone stoops and in a few campus courtyards, not wanting the night to end. However, we knew eventually the sun would come up and our perfect evening would be greeted with the realities that would keep us apart.

Poetray
Topic: Crap I Don't Understand

Each day at work, I'm faced with a task...
usually given by some sort of ass.

Forced to pretend and don my happy mask
When all I'm wishing for is a nip from my flask.

Of course, that could be because I'm a big drunk
But it could also just be that I'm sick of this junk.

Some others say I might be harboring rage,
To them I'd agree, it's not just a stage. 

For now, I admit that I'm really just joking
To avoid seeing colleagues I'd like to be choking.

That being said, it's efforts like this...
Horrible poetry allows me some bliss.

I have a job and for that I am glad,
Cause really, seriously, this job ain't that bad.

 

Testing...Testing...Is this thing on?
Topic: Crap I Don't Understand

Wow, it has been a really, really long time since I've posted anything of substance on this page. I wonder why that is? 

It could be because my life is so super awesome right now that I have no time to report back on the said awesomeness because things are JUST SO AWESOME! Or, it could be that I am just a big old lazy person who hasn't really thought about this page for a while, and no, those two brief posts in March don't really count. I'd like to pretend that I'm going to make more of an effort to update, but I'm attempting not to make more promises that I can't keep.

So, for now, I'll post the following start to a story I'm working on:

I still remember that first night, sitting there, not knowing what you were thinking. Did you want me? Did I even know what I wanted? Breathing you in I was sure I was crazy, my breath catching on every glance from you. How could being in your orbit affect me so much when no one had done so in the past? All I knew was that there was this unstoppable force within me willing something to happen. Silently praying it into existence. Not knowing what would become of this attraction, but knowing that nothing was more important than spending every moment with you. 

Top 5 Women This Week
Topic: Television Obsession

In light of equal opportunity, this week...the women. Who you got?

Chelsea Handler
Sarah Shahi
Tina Fey
Jennifer Beals
Eliza Dushku

Top 5 Men This Week
Topic: Television Obsession

I'm so very sorry I have been gone for a super, super long time and now that I have returned, I don't really have anything exciting to say.

So, I'll put a question out there. My roommate and I were putting a different spin on our top 5 man list to note which top 5 you have right now based on movies/TV/media that you've seen this week.

Here are mine:

Alec Baldwin
David Boreanaz
James Lafferty
Kyle Chandler
Bret Harrison

Anyone else?

 

Emerson

To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded. 

-Ralph Waldo Emerson 

Dream Journal
Topic: Television Obsession

It's finally official. I've been watching too much televsion (mainly in the form of DVDs). So much so that it has bled into my subconscious.

Here's a list of some of the things I watched yesterday:
a couple of 90210's (season 2)
Burn Notice (4 episodes)
True Hollywood Story about a murderer (5 min)
Million Dollar Password with Neil Patrick Harris (10 min)

They all jumbled together in my brain to make me part of a show where Shannen Doherty AS Brenda Walsh and I had been burned secret agents who were forced to work as private investigators who got involved in a case with a serial killer which caused us to take refuge in Neil Patrick Harris' New York City house. Now, I'm not really sure where the NYC part comes into play, but still, you can see why this would be a concern. Although, now that I'm thinking about it, a mystery show with Shannen Doherty and Neil Patrick Harris might not be such a bad thing. I'd of course have to write myself in as well, b/c, well, I thought of the idea.