NYC Waterfalls start today 6/26!

http://www.nycwaterfalls.org/

i am ecstatic over this! i can see one of the waterfalls from the d line that takes me over the manhattan bridge twice a day.

ok, i'm sorry, i haven't had much to say...until now.

i don't follow football, everyone knows this, however, the superbowl was amazing. great game, lots of fun. but let's face it fellas, i watch the game for one and only reason. well, maybe two. reason #1, i don't have a choice...the husband makes me watch it. reason #2, i like to watch the pregame and half time performances. we've had some great ones in the past, no doubt/sting, u2, prince and so on and so forth.

now i ask you...what the fuck was with tom petty and the heartbreakers? did they not suck the biggest moose cock you have ever seen? i mean, come on. suffice it to say, tom needs to stop breaking hearts and hang up the hat.

normally when you come into work the day after a superbowl, everyone is talking about the game and the performances...i think equally. i have not heard one mention of that sad state of affairs that someone jackass booked to perform during half time. i swear, if i had anything to do with the nfl, i'd make it my personal evil mission to have their head.

great game, bad bad tom. dance-y/lip-synch-y paula and flawless jordin.

and...i won the pool. yup...i'm strutting with a pimp cane today.

she listened

ro just posted this on her blog.

http://www.rosie.com/blog/2007/11/07/run-the-field/

she listened.

watched dog on larry.

msnbc deal fell through. bummer rosie. everything happens for a reason.

i think cnn might be match. diversity is key.

love and light. peace out.

ROSIE

today i met rosie o'donnell. she did a book signing downstairs from where i work. i've always admired rosie and it was a true pleasure to meet her. she was so kind and had such an amazing presence about her...but she was just so real. she was kind enough to talk to me, for five minutes or so, about work and what i do and even commented on how she would be going up against the time slot for larry king. she told me nobody knows this yet...well, they do now i responded...lol. she signed my book, gave me a bracelet and was a sweetheart. she asked me if i had seen jerry seinfeld on larry the other night. i said yes and she couldn't believe how larry was to him the other night. i said, yeah, well tune in tonight for dog the bounty hunter. she flipped...lol. i won't continue with the rest of the story, but needless to say after a few more minutes we snapped a pic and she sincerely thanked me.

i love rosie.

...TELL ME YOU LOVE ME...

hbo's newest show is called "tell me you love me".

it's solace in the departure of six feet under.

i love this show.

real, not reality.

i identify.

it's life...living.

i love.

it's believable...i believe.

i relate to each couple, each person.

i feel...and i cry.

watch, you too can identify...that's if you too, can love.

tear down yankee stadium, it houses losers and homophobes

i attended sunday night's yankee game, ya know, the only one they won in the play offs. now, i have been to yankee stadium a bunch of times for games, but never have i ever witnessed the level of ignorance that i met with on sunday night. all around me people were throwing words like "homo", "fag", "faggot", "gay"(in the sense of using it as, "oh, i mean lame" but it still is an offensive thing to say when you're using a term that describes a person's sexuality as meaning "lame", "dumb", or my personal favorite..."retarded". (such idiots, i swear). now i find this all rather ironic, since i think that yankee stadium is full of nothing but the biggest ass pirates i've ever come across. ya see the irony?

you can already see the new yankee stadium they are building across the street. at first i was like, why are they tearing down this historic building, but after all the homophobia flying around the other night, i can't wait to see it crumble. do you think jewish people would have liked to have kept up all the concentration camps? --i mean it, it was that level of ignorance. so this leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth. i know it's not the yankees fault (even though in my eyes they can eat my ass with a spoon until they win a world series) but, the more i think about what i witnessed i can see that when u're gay and you blend in and go "undetected", str8 people still love to gay bash like they love doing keg stands.

now as for the yankees, here's a quick open letter to them:

my dearest yankees,

you suck.

when can i expect a refund for every bar tab i have ever had to pay while watchin you losers do what you do best. lose.

and when i say this, i mean it with all the love and admiration that you should be worthy of: you're a bunch of sorry fags...and i use that term in the best way that i can understand it...considering that i learned that lesson repeatedly on sunday night when you won the only game of the playoffs that you could (see terms used above).

love and light.

your friend,
the disco king

just when i thought i'd get to relax and catch up on sleep this past weekend...

milo was sick over the weekend and after a nervous breakdown on my part, $1000 in vet bills, a cathetar and IV drip, he's back home and lovin us. seriously though, i don't know what i would do if something had happened to him. just leaving him there at the vet was heart breaking enough. i mean it, i checked out for a good 30-40 minutes. straight jacket anyone?

works nuts, i'm in need of more sleep. i only hope today goes by as fast as yesterday did.

stuck in an elevator, not necessarily love in one.

as i leave work yesterday, i got stuck in the elevator on the 20th floor.

stuck.

meaning, no movement. stillness.

stuck.

i was with two other people and i bugged the fuck out. for real. not playin. i freaked my shit.

it only lasted for less than two minutes...but the fear of being stuck in there was unreal. your mind races and you start to go directly into disaster mode. this was not good. i'm usually good under pressure, but this time i completely melted down. while i was able to hold it together on the outside, the only thing that would have given it away was the tear that dripped down the left side of my face. thank god the two other people were to my right.

eventually the doors opened again on the 20th floor and at that point i got off and took another elevator.

i do admit, when i got to work this morning, i contemplated the stairs.