Okay, now that I have to be on my best behavoir at work, I wonder how I'll be able to sneak some time in to post... Let's see how fast I can write, edit, rewrite, edit, rewrite, screw it, format, add pictures and post, and still be personal, creative, and interesting, shall we?
Time now: 5:06pm. Go!
The worst thing about change, is change.
The best thing about change is, well, change. That, and I get to whine/blog about it, make you feel sorry for me, and get the validation and love I need.
Luckily, I've successfully convinced myself before that I don't need other people's validation to be happy; it's just an added bonus. But Thank You for caring. I really appreciate it. I hope you like these 'naughty' pictures I'm posting in appreciation. Read more [+/-]
Yea right.
I hate change. The results are unknown and that scares the hell out of me. But change, with all it's insecurity, has done me so much good. Without it, I would never have moved away to college, studied abroad, taken a job in the city, or most importantly, come out of the closet.
"Things get better" and "Hang in there", wise men say. In fact, I think they've already started.
First, I found out my blog was mentioned in May 24th's issue of PC Magazine (Backspace)! "I hope you get a laugh out of it", is what the editor writes in the email. I hope it's something funny I said and not embarrassing like the time made a fan photo for Augusten Burroughs and then gave it to him or when I posted pictures of me in Christmas undies.
Second, Crash invited me to see Hiroshima yesterday at B.B.Kings and they were good! More on this later.
Third, GB:NYC2 is coming up! What happens when gay bloggers descend onto New York City? I don't know, but I'm going to find out! More info here.
And lastly, I'm going to see Mommie Dearest tonight at Clearview Chelsea. I was told that it's required for all homos to watch and memorize the entire movie; not because it's a good movie (I believe TERRIBLE was used to describe it), but because it's so campy, you have to bring bug spray with you instead of wire hangers. Okay, I'll admit I use the 'wire hangers' reference blindly, but after tonight I'll understand everything!
And stop! Time now: 5:55pm.
55 minutes? My supervisor is so not going to like that.
5 comments:
The least you could have said about Hiroshima was, "It was a blast!"
Oh, and as for that list (moved away to college, studied abroad, took a job in the city, came out), I would have said coming out was the least important. Yes, it needed to be done, but the others seem more life-shaping. Maybe it's just been too long since I came out, but the first two seem especially important in comparison.
May I have your autograph as well? And if you don't mind...a pair of your dirty underwear.
'Cause, you know...I dunno.
I'm so dirty.
Cool post!!
I liked the "yeah right" after the clicking "read more". Made me lol.
I love that movie- chances are, no matter how messed up someone's home life is, it's not as bad as in that film!
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