In addition to my biological family I've "adopted" a few guys from an online gay forum that I moderate.
This past weekend Nick and I moved house.My dad owns the house next door to him, and my ex-sister-in-law moved out at the beginning of August.
I posted this elsewhere back in mid-June 2006 but it is still poignant to me and bears posting again here.
That's my new baby -- a Strato Blue, 2006 Mazda 3s Touring Sedan. Five-speed manual transmission, 160hp 2.
Well HELLS BELLS, I'm back.After much poking and prodding, I'll try to be more frequent than eight months between entries.
Wow, I hadn't realized it's been so long since I last updated this page. With the holidays being so crazy and now work having me in major overtime overdrive, it completely slipped my mind.
My mom has always been a freak for being thin, and as such, has been on every diet known to man. She's doing quite well with Weight Watchers lately, and I'm glad she's on that because it forces her to eat three meals a day, something she's never done.
Back at the end of the summer I went job hunting to work in NYC once again, and to make more money. My job at the time was completely fine -- working for my mom's company gave me much latitude as far as what I did on a daily basis.
So last Thursday my sister Maria calls me and invites me to the movies to see Jarhead with her and her boyfriend.
My brother may be making a big mistake.I love him to death, but sometimes I just want to beat him to death.
You had a really bad day at work. Hell, the entire week was utter crap. You worked 9-10 hour days five days straight, getting home after 8pm each night.
I just don't get it. People running for the subway, people running for the commuter trains. Why? So they can beat the other people who are running and knock over a few hapless pedestrians along the way? And why is it that only the white folks that are running?Commuting each day into NYC has definitely opened my eyes to a lot of things I took for granted before.
Augusten Burroughs has done it again. Magical Thinking is his latest collection of memoirs, this time from his late 20's and onward.
Yesterday was my partner Nick's birthday. I so wanted to take the day off from work and spend it with him since he's been on vacation all week, but alas, I had to work.
Yes boys and girls, children of all ages, today is my birthday. I am 33 years of age as of 2:10PM today.
So a well-timed news alert (the height of rush hour) came out today letting us know that there is a terror threat against the NYC Subway system.
I'm reading Sir Richard Branson's autobiography at the moment and I have to tell you, I have a new found respect for the man.
Two words: MUST READHolding the Man is an incredible autobiographical novel told by Timothy Conigrave.
This weekend my man and I are getting massages. I can't wait!! There's nothing better than a good massage to reinvigorate your body and mind.
I am getting far too old to be drinking like a rock star.Last Saturday Nick and I got it into our brains that it would be fun to get our neighbor Jim and go out to dinner then drinks afterward.