paramore says...

        

Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts. And we’ve got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face. 

  

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i'm not sure who paid for this beautiful, wordless billboard that's on my walk home, but this is one ad that i can get beh--- um --- one ad behind which i can GET. 


of course there's a part of me that fears that i'm real life Like-buttoning just one ad in a creative series of if-you-wanna-go-to-heaven billboards paid for by some fear-mongering Christianist organization, buttttttt i can live with that uncertainty.


for now i'm choosing to keep my chin up and enjoy what i see.  



that was totally a short-story-long kinda post.  sry.
 

my morning smile

my buddy Dominican gave me a book of gay haiku, entitled Gay Haiku, as a moving gift.  love it.  

some are funny.  some are kinda sad.  all are gay.  i have to share a couple. 


 

This orgy is lame.
But I am, alas, in no
Position to leave.




How can we fix us? 
The fights, the silence... I know!
Let's get a puppy!



It's Dorian Gray
In reverse: you aged, and yet

Your photo stayed young.

Your lips are so soft,
Your conversation graceful.
It's just -- you're not him.

  

outta my, outta my head

this song from a commercial on HBO has been spinning around my head for days.  this morning i had to figure out what it was and then had to download it immediately.


thank god for the internets.  instant gratification.



strange video, though. 
    

post(ing) secret(s)

quote of the week, thus far

"I feel like I just got home, and it's time for bed."

"Welcome to my world," i responded.

"But that's not LIFE."

it doesn't feel like life, some days.  why didn't we choose careers that involved only a few hours of work per day?  wait, do such careers exist?  please tell me.

 

post(ing) secret(s)

i hear that.


at my conservative Christianist college, i'd listen to Lil' Kim on my iPod and work out while silently singing about designer p*ssy.  


by my senior year i could play it loudly in my dorm room.  that's what i call spiritual growth.
    

hayek says...

I keep waiting to meet a man who has more balls than I do.

amen, Salma.  i hear you, girl.

     

smart people drink more.

yeah, we DO.

an important scientific study that found in Brits a positive correlation between intelligence and alcohol consumption, just made my morning a bit brighter.

LOVES IT!

hat tip: A.Sull's Daily Dish.

if these walls could talk

they'd say, "I'm naked.  Stop staring."

i sit and stare at the apartment around me.  it's my last night at 505, and it's empty.  it looks like we never lived here, save for some nail holes in the wall and some scratches in the paint.  tomorrow night i'll go to bed in a completely new home.  i'm excited.

but you guys know me well enough to expect that i'm spending tonight thinking back.  this place, where i've lived for about a year and a half, is so full of good memories. oh, let me count the ways.

-drunken New Year's Eve party, singing Britney into Shaunice's hairbrush until 5 AM.

-birthday celebrations with friends from out of town.

-smoking Salvia until our teeth hurt from Perco--- um. moving on.

-days on the couch watching the Food Network on tv and a blizzard out the window.

-that night that my friend who moved to Colorado and i spent --- totes inappropes.  nvmd.

the point is, we've had so many good times here, in such a short period of time.  in a year and a half, life has changed drastically.  loves became ex-loves, jobs became former jobs, clothes became too small.  i finally settled into being a late-20-year-old who realizes that he's approaching adulthood and needs to grow up.  so Shaunice and i are moving out of our luxurious loft and into a homey home.  a bi-level walk-up that feels like a place where you might raise children (i hope we have a baby soon), and where we can save money.  turns out, Chinatown apartments are super cheap.  and each one has a dry cleaner next door.  win-WIN.  

here's to more good times in the Chinatown walk-up, and here's to enjoying the last 2 years of my 20's.  remember what Carrie said in the movie?  

"Enjoy yourself.  That’s what your twenties are for.  Your thirties are to learn the lessons. Your forties are to pay for the drinks."

two more years before i need to start learning the lessons.  hm, i wonder what lessons i have to learn?  in the meantime, let's drink!*

*no, really.  we bought a case of beer and a handle of wodka to drown the pain of moving tomorrow.  in our thirties, we'll pay someone to do this shiz.

 

my morning smile

i can see how happy you are

heard this through a tinny sound system at a furniture store today.  


love it.


how did this get past me 'til now?


 

chodron says...

When you begin to touch your heart or let it be touched, you begin to discover it's bottomless, that it doesn't have any resolution, that this heart is huge, vast, and limitless.  You begin to discover how much warmth is there as well as how much space.

a nice reminder that reminded me of this.

 

hipps says...

Bittersweet October. The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause between the opposing miseries of summer and winter.

every year around this time, i fall in love.  just before seasonal affective disorder makes me sad for the cold, dark duration of winter, i find myself in a transitory state of bliss and calm.  i think i'm waiting for the leaves to fall.

in the meantime, i'll be enjoying the 1.2 mile walk to work each morning, sans sweat or humidity.  i'll be enjoying a couple pumpkin spice lattes per week (i've had only three so far).  and i'll be enjoying sleeping with big blankets on the bed while my window remains open post-season.


i kinda wish i enjoyed football. but.  never gonna happen.
  

it gets better.

in case you haven't yet heard of the It Gets Better Project, i have to tell you about it.  in response to increased attention being paid as of late to the always high rates of depression and suicide among LGBTQ teens, gays of all kinds and from all over the place are putting videos on YouTube to spread the message to teenagers that IT GETS BETTER!  most of the videos are made by normal people who have stories to tell and encouragement to share.  some celebs and public figures are also now making videos.  this is a very important project, and i hope that the young gays find these videos.


i feel so proud and encouraged as i see these videos.  i wish that when i was a 15 year old struggling with depression, my sexuality, and what to do with my hair, that someone had said to me, "Hey.  It gets better.  It's actually pretty great being gay, and when you leave this small town, everything will change for you.  For the better.  Now cut your hair.  It's too long."


most of the videos are inspiring and emotional, but here's a unique and funny one featuring Guy Branum, one of the writers on Chelsea Lately:





maybe i'll make a video.  maybe all you gays out there should as well.  first i need to find some photos of myself with hair hanging down past my chin.  
   

i decided, part II

no more Ikea.  just no more.  Ikea and i are f*ckin' done, professionally.  


after spending two and a half hours today putting together one little cabinet for my new apartment bathroom, i really wish that i had spent the extra $200 and bought the similar shelf from Pottery Barn.  


i'm too old to be putting together my own furniture that's not even made of real wood.  that's why, last weekend, i bought a real, wooden trunk in Central PA made by a real, live Amish man.  and that's why i'm just done with Ikea.


i will continue to visit the store when i want a hot dog.  because it's sometimes really difficult to find a hot dog, especially on weekends when the street vendors aren't around.