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.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
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.
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.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
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.
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.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
anxiety and extreme sleepiness
why am i so tired today? let's begin...
so sunday night i prepare to goto bed like normal around midnight. i proceed to toss and turn for what is 5 hours of uncomfortable non-sleep. i wanted to kill myself. such horror. i also felt very anxious...for no reason at all. i just could calm myself down. at one point, i thought i was having a heart attack; for real. i didn't even goto work on monday from being so washed out from enduring this incident...not to mention i just felt like pure shit.
it's wednesday already and i'm still so so so tired. wtf? i don't get it...i went to be last night at around 12 or 1am, and slept through the night without waking up...amazing. however, i still feel like i could just fall asleep as i sit here and pretend to do work...when all i'm doing is procrastinating. i am waiting on things at the moment, so it's not like i could do anything right now because, as usual, i'm waiting for someone to get back to me. story of my life.
so this anxiety thing. big dilemma. i've been experiencing anxiety attacks since i've was young. at that time, my parents would think that i was being overly dramatic or just acting out. but back then, they would almost be worse than they are today. back then, i'd pass out because i'd work myself up so much. present day i have a pretty good grasp on it...without medication (thank you very much). but here's where it's time to make a change. the more i talk to people about it and find out that they too suffer from anxiety attacks, the more i am thinking it would be better to be on a medication or at least have one to take when the attacks strike. i don't like the idea of pills though or medicine in general. i think that anything you take for an extended period of time has to have some sort of effect on you. so do i medicate or do i suffer in silence?
my knees are black and blue from the heart concert. yes i got drunk, yes we met random peeps and yes i did the worm as i often do when i'm shitfaced. so here i sit with swollen, hurt knees and all because i can't control the need to do the worm when i'm shitfaced. where's the camera crew when you need to film a reality tv show that would have the best ratings...i tell ya. the concert was great...picture the golden girls in a concert pit with nothing but hell's angels. priceless.
two more days left...i can't wait till friday. not only is it pay day (thank god) but it's the weekend.
still don't any time to spend with the husband...guess we'll be waiting till florida in three weeks. boo to that.
so sunday night i prepare to goto bed like normal around midnight. i proceed to toss and turn for what is 5 hours of uncomfortable non-sleep. i wanted to kill myself. such horror. i also felt very anxious...for no reason at all. i just could calm myself down. at one point, i thought i was having a heart attack; for real. i didn't even goto work on monday from being so washed out from enduring this incident...not to mention i just felt like pure shit.
it's wednesday already and i'm still so so so tired. wtf? i don't get it...i went to be last night at around 12 or 1am, and slept through the night without waking up...amazing. however, i still feel like i could just fall asleep as i sit here and pretend to do work...when all i'm doing is procrastinating. i am waiting on things at the moment, so it's not like i could do anything right now because, as usual, i'm waiting for someone to get back to me. story of my life.
so this anxiety thing. big dilemma. i've been experiencing anxiety attacks since i've was young. at that time, my parents would think that i was being overly dramatic or just acting out. but back then, they would almost be worse than they are today. back then, i'd pass out because i'd work myself up so much. present day i have a pretty good grasp on it...without medication (thank you very much). but here's where it's time to make a change. the more i talk to people about it and find out that they too suffer from anxiety attacks, the more i am thinking it would be better to be on a medication or at least have one to take when the attacks strike. i don't like the idea of pills though or medicine in general. i think that anything you take for an extended period of time has to have some sort of effect on you. so do i medicate or do i suffer in silence?
my knees are black and blue from the heart concert. yes i got drunk, yes we met random peeps and yes i did the worm as i often do when i'm shitfaced. so here i sit with swollen, hurt knees and all because i can't control the need to do the worm when i'm shitfaced. where's the camera crew when you need to film a reality tv show that would have the best ratings...i tell ya. the concert was great...picture the golden girls in a concert pit with nothing but hell's angels. priceless.
two more days left...i can't wait till friday. not only is it pay day (thank god) but it's the weekend.
still don't any time to spend with the husband...guess we'll be waiting till florida in three weeks. boo to that.
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