tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58850502024-03-08T10:01:56.795-08:00THE ADVENTURES OF A HALF COCKED SUCKERIt's not easy being a gay comic book geek with a sexy edge.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger157125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-16752787049422577532007-07-04T20:15:00.000-07:002007-07-04T20:28:09.273-07:00WHAT A BAD BLOGGER!!This is my first post in almost a year.Guess I'm just not that interested in myself or what I do.In a nutshell...... I have left my job at Sharper Image, got a new one. Went to Portland, realized I'll always love Scott. Chose not to do anything about it.If there is anyone out there..... I'm lost.Feeling like I'm falling through space.Don't think I'm on the right track but I Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1149189236845978392006-06-01T12:08:00.000-07:002006-06-01T12:19:05.780-07:00My mind is not on the present.I am still in Amsterdam in my head and heart and I am thus feeling very distant from the here and now. My common sense advises that I snap out of it but my heart wants more of the life I witnessed in Amsterdam.I wonder if I would be a fool to explore relocating to Amsterdam for a year or two (or forever). Surely the day to day life would be a much different experenceUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1149095767823266832006-05-31T10:07:00.000-07:002006-05-31T10:16:07.843-07:00(sigh) He sighs.I'm having a hard time getting into the groove today. My mind is somewhere over in Amsterdam. Thinking about my adventure has become a bittersweet passtime for me lately. It'd be fair to say I've been a bit of a bitch about readjusting to life in the states.A large part of my problem is that I find myself disliking my job more and more with each passing day. I know I deserve to beUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1148573249936614542006-05-25T09:03:00.000-07:002006-05-25T09:07:29.956-07:00I had my "date" with Tom last night.It didn't go as well as I'd have liked it to. I guess I'd built up some expectations for the meeting and they didn't pan out. Not that it wasn't nice to see him.... it really was. He just seemed to be a bit disinterested and I was struggling to keep the conversation going.">(<$BlogItemCommentCount$>) commentsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1148420138290963322006-05-23T14:27:00.000-07:002006-05-23T14:35:38.310-07:00I don't come around too often anymore. I should change that.I just got back from my first trip to Europe. It was an amazing two weeks. Like a short lifetime..... I went to Amsterdam to visit Jason. It'd been almost 2 years since I'd seen him and I really couldn't wait. Jason is one of my favorite people in the world. He's charming and fun. Didn't even realize how much I missed him until he walkedUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1139940747142656382006-02-14T10:07:00.000-08:002006-02-14T10:12:27.153-08:00Happy Valentines Day.....I'm not going into reasons why today can suck. I'm just going to spread some love.Y'know how things come and go in waves? And how sometimes energy effects everyone around you in the same way? Well..... that's happening now.I'm watching people go through breakups. I'm watching people breakdown. Love getting lost, jobs getting lost, eviction notices on doors. Everyone Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1139331155027089872006-02-07T08:25:00.000-08:002006-02-07T08:52:35.090-08:00Y'see..... I just find blogging on Myspace easier.... though too many people can access it. I almost forgot about this place....... looks a little dingy. Maybe needs a wipe down.Things are going. Not going bad. Not going good. Life is just kinda going and I'm carried by it's current from one day to the next.I work a lot. I work too much. My jobs have become an opression on my playfulness.... but Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1131616183206090592005-11-10T01:44:00.000-08:002005-11-10T01:49:43.216-08:00Going on 2am. Haven't been up alone this late in a long time.I'm scared. Feeling gross. Feeling alone.Worried.Tomorrow surgury.Tomorrow pain.I've never felt the need for someone.The want, yes.Not Need.Tonight I need someone.It hurts.Mistakes. I make them.Found speed in an old box.Just a bump.What could it hurt?HA!I was an addict.I will always be an addict.Good to know, no?San Francisco is Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1131475558390555912005-11-08T10:41:00.000-08:002005-11-08T10:45:58.500-08:00Ah.....Long time no see, huh? I've been feeling rather disinterested in the whole blog thing of late. Maybe there is just too much going on in my life.... or maybe I'm just not interested enough in myself to bother writing anything down.Likely the latter.A quick recap of the past 2 months......I've moved in with Krystal and Collin. Yay for an apartment with windows and no bad memories. It makes aUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1125945219552222582005-09-05T11:24:00.000-07:002005-09-05T11:33:39.556-07:00OF BIRTHDAYS, SHORT APARTMENTS AND NATURAL DISASTERS..... Saturday the 27th of August I turned 30 in a beautiful way. Surrounded by friends I adore and copious amounts of alcohol. I had my party at the Mint (of course) and everyone I wanted to see came, for the most part. We drank, we sang, we had a good fuckin' time.I was profoundly moved at the turn out and the love that seemed to flow in my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1124914748606321512005-08-24T13:12:00.000-07:002005-08-24T13:19:08.613-07:00RUFUS WAINWRIGHT + BEN FOLDS"CARELESS WHISPER" duetthe is something astoudingly rightin a world wheresuch a thing can happen.And the truth is -guilty feet really have got no rhythmJen... my angel of music... (a million thanks are not enough)nobody would have gotten in the wayshe did (save Jess).Now I'm never going to dance again the way I danced with you.">(<$BlogItemCommentCount$>) commentsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1123883309456483692005-08-12T14:46:00.000-07:002005-08-12T14:48:29.463-07:00"WHY SHOULD THE FIRE DIE" New Nickel Creek. Achingly beautiful.Fragile like me. Sad. Want an easy escape, knowing there is no such thing. One more uphill climb.Pushing myself to find something to smile about.It's going to be ok.It's going to be ok.Ok?">(<$BlogItemCommentCount$>) commentsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1123356986427126022005-08-06T12:20:00.000-07:002005-08-06T12:39:00.546-07:00A strange little feature of the emotional landscape.I'm not trying to impress anyone anymore. I'm too fuckin' old for it.Yeah, I'm 21 days away from 30. It's freaking me the hell out and making me wanna pair down the amount of hassles and distractions in my life. It's making me look back with a growing sense of "where the fuck did I go wrong?!"...... and a higher sense of pride in the areas I've Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1123280652403294822005-08-05T15:20:00.000-07:002005-08-05T15:24:12.410-07:00BOOGIE NIGHTS QUOTE:REED ROTHCHILD:"OK, alright, now you're talkin' above my head. I dont know this industry jargon, YP, MP.. all I know is I can not get a record contract... WE cannot get a record contract, unless I take these tapes, and granted the tapes themselves are, you-you-you, you own them OK, but the magic, that is on the tapes, that fuckin' heart and soul that we put into those tapes, Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1123174646189227082005-08-04T09:43:00.000-07:002005-08-04T09:57:26.196-07:00Math is hard..... I realize that, much like the controversial talking Barbie doll of the early 1990's, I have problems with math and can often be heard muttering "MATH IS HARD." It's not something that is a new development.... to be totally honest with you, I never passed 10th grade math. Much like Barbie (and for Simpson's fans who remember) and Malabu Stacy, I think math is hard and not Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1121979267288204502005-07-21T13:49:00.000-07:002005-07-21T13:54:27.293-07:00"WHEN IN ROME"I gotta stop for a minute and spread the love for NICKEL CREEK.They are my favorite band.... one I discovered all on my own one night about 2 years ago while in extreme pain from a tooth ache. They hold a very special place in my heart and ears.Maybe you know them.... if you know me then you at least know of them..... maybe you've never heard them...... maybe you'll love them.ClickUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1121962065053531072005-07-21T08:35:00.000-07:002005-07-21T09:07:45.100-07:00YOU'RE SO SWEET YOU PUT HONEY OUT OF BUISNESS. Standing on the corner of Valencia and 16th st. on Tuesday night, Jessica and I were approached by a homeless guy with a copy of "The Street Sheet". Before I could turn my face away, he got in our personal space and let fly a tirade about my smirk, Jessica's beauty, my erection and pointing it in Jessica's direction ( yeah, the rhyme is intended.) Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1121377205712687002005-07-14T14:00:00.000-07:002005-07-14T14:40:05.750-07:00This morning as I stood in the Castro Muni station my attention went from my book to a bird that had gotten down into the station. It was walking back and forth on the platform in a panic, somehow finding itself in a totally forgin environment.People kept walking by the bird with reactions ranging from indifference to malice. One woman stomped in the birds direction when it veered towards her. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1121286936405537932005-07-13T13:10:00.000-07:002005-07-13T13:35:36.410-07:00YOU GET WHAT YOU PAY FOR.So many times I rush into a store, the only thing on my mind is "Get in and get out!". I don't really like to shop. I don't like to stand around in stores. Just not my bag. Most of the time when I go into a store I know just what I am there for. In, out and done in minutes flat.Today my Ipod headphones blew out (didn't know I was listening to my music so loud) and rather Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1120516401124007842005-07-04T15:26:00.000-07:002005-07-04T15:33:21.133-07:00I am really fucking angry with the world.... with some of the people in my world and mostly my inability to take fucking charge of shit without feeling guilty.This is a Fiona song lyric.....It's summing me up pretty good........Not about loveThe early cars Already are Drawing deep breaths past my doorAnd last night's phrases Sick with lack of basisAre still writhing on my floor And it doesn't Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1119729596567455472005-06-25T12:51:00.000-07:002005-06-25T12:59:56.593-07:00SO LONG IAN............It's painfully funny to me that the moment that I let myself fall in love with someone I become repellant to them. It's happened before and I dare say it will happen again. It happens to all of us, now doesn't it?There is something about love.... When you are the one who is in it..... it's beautiful and fragile and you wanna tend it with care, like you would a baby bird Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1115486291165421622005-05-07T10:11:00.000-07:002005-05-07T10:18:11.173-07:00So.... don't get much online access..... my blog has suffered.I'm working for The Sharper Image again. I handle credit card reconciliations..... which means that if someone disputes a charge on their credit card I am the one who presents the evidence that states why we are entitled to the money..... or not as many cases prove to be.It's kinda scary to see how much fraud there is in buisness like Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1112817778063477722005-04-06T12:14:00.000-07:002005-04-06T13:02:58.063-07:00Drunk dialed Ian last night..... sang SHOOP into his voicemail. I wanted him to come down to the Mint to meet Ben.... Ben's friend Lucas and I have kinda bonded. He is a nice boy. I was totally wrong about him.I gotta stop getting drunk during the work week.">(<$BlogItemCommentCount$>) commentsUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1112725110599403942005-04-05T11:11:00.000-07:002005-04-05T11:18:30.600-07:00"Look at Daddy! Daddy is making a silly face!" Shrilled loudly from a demonic dollhouse..... I looked up from the wall of Star Wars figures to see Ian looking shocked at the toy he had just touched. It only took a moment for Toys R Us to go from a fun place to a scary place where toys molested our senses and left us feeling so unclean that no soap could wash off the dirt.I am falling in love.GodUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5885050.post-1112651478136704372005-04-04T14:40:00.000-07:002005-04-04T14:51:18.140-07:00STOP WHISPERING, START SHOUTING! Working.Trying to learn all the in's and out's of this new/old job..... I keep thinking about Homer Simpson's quote "Everytime I learn something new it pushes something else out of my brain."I feel like I am out of my depth. This job seems daunting. Challenge is good for the character, right?So...................... I am about to go into Star Wars overload. What Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0