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 [+/-]
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.
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.