weekends rule. I'll just come and and say that without hesitation.

someone needs to buy me this. there's no price listed, but I'm sure it would be reasonable to ask for as a Christmas gift.

justin got the scorpion tattoo on thursday. if he gets any hotter he's going to spontaneously combust.

on that subject, I'd like to take this opportunity to send out a message to all the losers out there who've dicked me over in the past (sure, puns intended). upon comparing each of you to the current squeeze, I find that you all have several things in common: you're ugly, stupid, mean spirited, and generally quite lame. thank you so freakin much for giving me some of the most hellish moments of my life. I'm making time with the greatest guy in the world these days. since there can only be one, you obviously are not. eat it.

conversely, a shout out to the fellas who've done me right, and there are several of you: thanks for the memories. I'm sorry that things didn't work out; I still love y'all. some of you probably want to spit at me in the street, I admit--that you never have makes you paragons of human kindness. I hope that you're all living well. you give homos a good name.

I really like the phrase "half past give a damn." I'm also quite fond of "frumptious wheeze." even if they do have completely different connotations.

I think a great superpower to have would be the ability to predict when a radio station will play chaka khan. useful, and how!

man, picking up stakes and moving to vancouver really does look better every day.

I don't know how seriously to take this, but oh! the happiness.

it has always irked me that, when preparing oneself a pop tart, it is necessary to either eat two or clumsily attempt to reseal one within the foil wrapping. I have long been an advocate for individually wrapped pop tarts (if those loyal readers who know me well were unaware of this...well, it very rarely comes up).

perhaps, I've pondered, kellogg's simply expects their pastries to be so wonderful that the consumer can't eat only one. not only is that faulty logic, it signifies egotism on the part of the kellogg's company and a sadistic desire to contribute to the obesity problem in america.

I finally decided to research the matter. I discovered that kellogg's went out on a limb introducing pop tarts in 1962--there were serious doubts as to whether they would sell. to save money, they were packaged two to a wrapper. and still are.

my mind is at ease. however, when I began writing this I'd only eaten one pop tart. I fear that I must contradict myself and prepare the other posthaste.

heluva lot going on the past few days. halloween was...eventful. to chapel hill with justin and nadine--I dressed as ignatius reilly. I had a lot of captain morgan's. a whole lot. so much that, for the first time in my life, I began disrobing in public. apparently I decided to change my costume and go as "disheveled man." good times. I think.

went to concord/charlotte on saturday. spent an outrageous amount of money on a new suit, only to come to my senses and call nordstrom to return it before it was altered. also picked up some birthday presents for justin. oh, and ruined my new cell phone by dropping it into a cup of coffee. the trip was of questionable merit, although I did find a spaghetti measurer after months of searching, which made it all worthwhile. now to explain the phone to alltel...

I called in sick to work on tuesday. I really needed a day off to decompress and also to work around here; I've been feeling the need to stand in the middle of the apartment and scream. so the living room and kitchen are clean--and will stay that way, I'll be bound--and my bedroom is forthcoming.

I'm don't even want to comment on the election results. suffice it to say that I did my part, and will be doing my share of bitching for the next four years, thank you very much.

last night I dreamed an entire musical. it involved my going into eckerd, buying a chapstick and a roll of strawberry mentos, and getting into an argument with the cashier about my credit card. that was the basis for the whole thing. it was very dramatic.

it's a shame that it took john peel's death to call my attention to the undertones. that said, I've got some cd shopping to do today.

I had an unfortunate realization at carolina's this morning with nadine. being a friday late night, the place was jam packed with drunks, and there was an especially amusing booth behind us. they were having a conversation about sky bar, and some guy that they'd all met there. "he was not gay," one of the guys said. "he was wearing baggy clothes. gay people don't wear baggy clothes."

nadine and I looked at each other. then we looked at my sweater and jeans. and an epiphany! I like girls after all! none of this homo bullshit for me. the truth has been with me all along, in the generous cut of my garments, and I was too blind to see. all these years I've been living life as a spandex swishbuckler, when I've really been a saggin straight guy. time to hitch up my belt, revel in the acres of fabric swathing my testosterone laden, lady lovin bod, and pick me up some girls. or do I mean score some chicks? or procure some pussy?

idiots.

earlier today I headed to the dryer to get out some socks. before I knew what I was doing, I opened the fridge instead.

they weren't in there.

shawn colvin is releasing a greatest hits album.

huh?

dr teal's jasmine vanilla vapor bath is the greatest stuff ever.

stupid clouds, making everyone miss the lunar eclipse.

at least it's thursday.

john peel died. what a terrible loss. the music world will miss him deeply.

thppt. monday. humph. at least the weekend was a great one as they go. the barbecue festival was as festive as ever. and despite some major traffic problems, justin and I got to raleigh in time for dinner and to see jeff dunham at charlie goodnight's. quite funny indeed.

visiting with family in winston yesterday was nice, but the highlight of the weekend is most certainly willow! the new kitten has arrived, and I'll take photos to post asap. she's the cutest. she slept next to me all day. which will improve weekends indefinitely--I get the guy at night, and the cat during the day. sleeping alone is overrated.

eez time for shower and to pick up medicine.

grr. aargh. the past couple days have found me in some very obnoxious moods, ranging from depressed to annoyed to downright postal. you know those times when you look around your life, see it as a prison cell, and muscle up to the bars and yell "LEMME THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!" yeah. perhaps it's the promise of the barbecue festival that has lightened my mood. at any rate, I'm now once again semi-sane.

this is where I have to interject that justin is perhaps the only aspect of my life that I tend to run to rather than away from. he's a saint to put up with me. hell, what I'm talkin? we're saints to put up with each other. a match made in heaven. heh. saints, heaven. I made a funny.

sunday I see the 'rents and granny and get my kitten! monday the new couch arrives. so many nice new things. well, my parents and grandmother certainly aren't new, but they're nice old things. um, that came out wrong. never mind.

did anyone see the video of fidel castro falling down a few days ago? I heard that he fell, and thought, "aw, shucks. that's too bad." then I saw the video. I'm sorry, but fuh-nee. he even knocked over some chairs, a la mary catherine gallagher. fidel castro, SUPERSTAR! I'm a mean person, but at least I know it.

P.S. have just learned that castro did in fact break some bones in the fall. dammit! why is it still funny? I'm going to hell.

maria shriver rules.

yeah, another monday rolls around. spent a nice/productive weekend cleaning 4109 and hanging out with some of justin's family in mount airy. also bought the sofa, but not the one I mentioned--I got to the store and realized that I hated it. so I found another, which will be here a week from tuesday. hooray for spending $900. time to crack open a savings account and start socking dough away for the house.

as much as it pains me to do it, I'm cancelling my netflix membership. I just don't have time to make use of it. oh, well.

so early voting got underway in palm beach county today, and issues have already arisen--as in paper ballots missing pages. other areas of florida have experienced computer glitches in the voting process. dammit people, get it together already.

oh, and if you're a friend of mine named chris and you left your number on my windshield today: sorry to have to ask, but which chris are you exactly? gotta narrow it down for me.

well, monday night was...unexpected. I found myself with no one to see rilo kiley with, so I just drove to carrboro to offload my tickets (I sold one, but not both) and back home. thought of calling charles, since he's also a fan, but he probably wouldn't have gone anyway. everyone else was just plain tied up for the evening.

found a sofa, yay! and stephanie's taking the old stuff off my hands. I'm going to see if they can deliver it on saturday.

got a swank new cell phone. it be havin a camera and shit.

I really, really want to see the movie bright young things, but it ain't playing here yet. if anyone reading this is in a more cosmopolitan area than greensbohemia, please go and tell me how it is.

peace out.

I just read that belle and sebastian is one of parker posey's favorite bands.

dude.

ah, what a lovely couple of days. went to justin's bel canto concert on saturday, which was smashing as expected. out with him, rachel, josh, and heather (!!!) to friday's later that evening. yesterday off to asheville for dinner and to deliver rachel back to unc-a. she has a darling pet hedgehog now. I've always wanted one.

as for today, justin has been very naughty and taken a day off work to lie around with me and run errands. talk about nice surprises! later, this jet setter is off again to carrboro for the rilo kiley show.

tis shower time.

saturday's here and so is my long weekend! off work on monday to see rilo kiley. beautiful.

I was unaware that saint bernards were still used to rescue people in the alps. well, they are, but they haven't rescued anyone in 50 years. so the group of monks in charge of the dogs is putting them all up for adoption. wow. best Christmas present ever, people. hint, hint.

random observation of the day: some people aren't sexy until you hear them laugh.

office mayhem: nadine and I spent 20 minutes trying to think of the name of the quidditch announcer at hogwarts (lee jordan). finally we had to seek out ginger, the administrative assistant, who knew--more proof that she is an invaluable asset to the o.d. team.

wow, that was a lame story. I apologize.

speaking of lame stories, think I'll go catch a few minutes of degrassi.

I'm starting to find it disheartening that, in the generally articulate world of national politics, both "flip flop" and "flip flopper" have worked their way into the working vocabulary of the--gulp--punditocracy.

just needed to share.

it wasn't the best night at work. we got quarterly evaluations, and I didn't get the raise I was expecting. well, I guess I just have to work a little harder.

and my job has become such a conundrum. I like it, and I love my salary. and honestly, I've started to think that wouldn't bother me to do it indefinitely. but the world doesn't keep my hours, and I feel like everything's just passing me by. I don't know what to do anymore--if I ever did.

yep, it's been one of those days.

marvelous weekend. tate street festival with justin and nadine, indian food to follow. sunday was shopping at southpoint (nordstrom in particular) and cheesecake factory. the weekend's highlight was my confession to justin. yep, the l-word, and make no mistake about it. imagine me saying it first! meaning it and everything. but I've seen enough to know wonderful when it's staring me in the face. with its beautiful eyes. okay, I'm going to stop before I get into "middle school girl" mode and start tracing names on notebooks.

sorry, snapple sub zero. I love ya, but tropicana twister raspberry lemonade has surpassed you as my fave bottled beverage. it's astin-tastic (a dumb and annoying expression that I keep using anyway).

must buy new furniture this week. not look, not pick out, but buy. I just don't have time to go traipsing all around the triad looking for THE perfect sofa that's within my budget AND is made in n.c. so I'm hitting three stores max and getting something already.

I think I'm going to scotland next summer for the edinburgh arts festival. it just occurred to me as something that I really want to do. but hopefully I'll have bought a house by then, so my budget may not allow it.

I dozed off on justin's futon an hour ago and had some dream involving the city of south el monte, california. maybe I can pick up with that now and find out what the hell that was about.

I have stone lions on my mantle.

life is good.