It's not often to get to see someone of this calibur. Unfortunately, we can only catch him in 30 second intervals. Raoul Bova has to be the most beautiful man I've seen in ages. You can enjoy him for 120 minutes in the movie Under the Tuscan Sun.
He just melts my butter........
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Our weekend started off on a bad note. A friend of ours, and a very close friend to one of us, died on Friday night. The details were sketchy to say the least. Stories kept changing and we'll probably never know the exact details that transpired the day leading up to his untimely death. A few of us had the chance to see him one last time approximately two weeks ago. He was the same fabulous person that we've all grown to love. He lit up a room. His bubbly vivacious personality made everyone laugh. A wonderful person has been taken from us. He'll be sorely missed.
Saturday night my duplex mates and I hung out on the roof of our house with a telescope and tried to view Mars. It resembles a very small orange dot. We spent the rest of the time after that amazing discovery and tried to look in peoples windows. Not a damn thing going on anywhere. Must have been a slow night. It was a highlarious time.
Sunday turned out to be interesting too. Someone I dated 7 years ago gave me a call. We decided to drive around in his new convertible, have some coffee and then to his house for dinner. The evening was surreal to say the least. Being with him in his home brought back a lot of memories. Sometimes it's difficult to be around him because of the feelings I still have. I'm glad we've remained friends after this long. I wouldn't trade spending time with him for anything. He means as much to me now as he did then.
Have any of you seen Carnivale on HBO? Bizarre Twin Peaks type of show. I'm hooked.
Yippee! The weekend is upon us. What am I doing you may ask? Not a damn thing. I'm planting my lazy ass on the couch, shove my face full of food and watch TV. Go me! Hell, I'm broke until payday, so what other choice do I have?
On a more serious note. I really want to spend the weekend drawing and taking some photographs. I'll have to see how motivated I become. This has been an ongoing struggle for me the past year. I have numerous ideas in my head, and sketches of future works, but I just can't seem to push myself to actually draw. Other then the occasional portrait, my art has been severely neglected.
I remember my college days. I couldn't wait to get to the studio and spend hours drawing, printing and blowing glass. I worked from 6am to sometimes 2-3am the next day. My family never saw me. They would come down in small groups, bring me food and watch me work just to have a chance to spend time with me. I loved the hours of sitting with my peers and critique each others work. The anticipation of opening an exhibit. God I miss those days. I want that back.
I have a bachelors degree and worked partly through my masters. I should be doing something with my education. I need to get these ideas out of my head and onto paper. I owe that to myself.
I want to stir up emotions in people again.
Who knew one of my favorite comedians has her own blog?
Not much to say today. Maybe later.....
I'll just come out and say it. I guess I'm loud during sex. I have never noticed. Honestly, I swear. Saturday morning, my roommate (B) got up early. I was upstairs with Norman, having a go at it. The noise was so loud, that B had to get out of the duplex due to his embarrassment. He decided to go out on the veranda (ok, its a patio) and relax out there for awhile until we finished making the bed squeak. The weather has been so nice lately, that we've had the air off and the windows open. He could hear me outside. He proceeds next door to be with our friends. Thank GOD they couldn't hear me over there. THAT would have been embarrassing.
I have to take 100% blame for this. Norman is very quiet, so I know all noise that was emitting from my bedroom had to be me.
*Gone to buy a muzzle for me and earplugs for my friends and neighbors*
Last night I went to Border's to buy a new book. They didn't have the book I wanted and I wasn't up to driving across the city of Dallas to find it. I decided to check out the music section. I ended up buying 3 CD's. All of which I have to say are extremely attractive men. First is a little hottie named Mario Frangoulis. Next I picked up another cutie named Michael Buble'. I ended my shopping spree by picking up Dave Matthews solo project. He's humpalicious.
I have to say I bought the CD's based upon their musical talent, not their looks. I did.
It's just a coincidence that I would sleep with any one of them, anytime, anyplace.
I must have been living under a rock for the past few months. A friend of mine sent a news snippet from News of the Weird to me this morning. It's in regards to the Texas Pledge of Allegiance.
You've GOT to be kidding me! Make a pledge to the state I live in? To the Texas flag? Good thing I'm not in school. I would have refused.
I mean, I know Texans are so gosh dern proud of their state. Pert near every block has a Texas flag waving somewhere.
It's obvious that I'm not a Native Texan.
I'm fixin' to move.
Last night I spent a portion of the evening working on my blog. I'm an idiot when it comes to computers, so needless to say it was a challenge. I was sitting there thinking to myself, why in the hell am I doing this? Why do I feel it's important to tell people about myself, my life and my friends? Let the whole world know my random thoughts and ideas? Better yet, why do I have the need to tell you about the cute guy I met while pumping gas in my car?
I think it all boils down to the fact that I'm bored. I'm finding myself doing the same thing every weekend. Hanging out at the same bar. Eating at the same restaurants. Watching the same TV shows.
I need to find a job or new position that I enjoy. I want to be a gym bunny. I want to take a night course in sign language. I need to start drawing. I desperately want to get out of town for the weekend. I need to go to Target and buy new underwear and socks. I need to get laid.
I need to stop whinning.
Maybe I'm having a midlife crisis at the age of 38. I have no idea. I just need to get off my ass and do something. I guess this blog is a start.
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Moderate |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Moderate |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | High |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | Moderate |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Low |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Very Low |
| Level 7 (Violent) | High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | Moderate |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Low |
Ok I'm off to repent of all my sins.
The weekend has come and gone. I have to say that this years birthday was just OK. We had a nice time at the parade and at Moby's . Lots of people and the weather was great. Just seemed more of a low-key celebration. Which can be nice I guess. Nothing like a good old fashioned hangover on a Monday morning. I need food. Lots of it.
Random Thought: : Ever wonder why Gay Pride Parades bring out the freak in people?
Well it seems my sister got off his butt and has his weblog up and running. Plus we have a group site which will probably take a while to get going, but at least we're on our way. We all lead such interesting lives. I'm sure that there's never going to be a dull moment.
Norman will be here tonight around 7pm. It will be great having him here for the weekend. Markmas (like Christmas) has officially started. Good thing we don't celebrate birthdays for a whole month. I would have to go into rehab. I mean, what is up with the tradition of giving the birthday boy disgusting shots? I want to enjoy the day. Not spend it hurling in the bathroom. Ah, the sacrifices we make.
BRING ON THE SHOTS!!!
I was chatting with someone yesterday online from Oklahoma City that I'll refer to from here on out, as Norman. Our converstation started moving towards the subject of sex. Like thats never happened before with us. I swear. I was asked to list the things I've done sexually with someone that was "out of the norm". The list grew and grew. Found out that there was only a few things I haven't tried. Trust me, those few things will never be attempted. After finishing my enormous list, I moved on to people I've tricked with, dated, and the lovers in my life. Damn, that list was even bigger! For a moment I felt guilty about my past. Then I realized that I've had some amazing experiences with some incredible people. I took chances. I enjoyed life. Don't get me wrong, I've made some huge mistakes in my life, just like everyone else. But lifes been good. I can't complain.
My birthday is coming up Sunday the 21st. Our pride parade here in Dallas is on the same day. I'm already prepared. I'm going to be a mess.
I'm registered at Condom sense for those wanting gift ideas.
I am sitting here with my first chance to write about something. What do I write about? First entry and I have writers block. I'm not getting off to a good start. What will my log reflect? My life? My friends? My ramblings? I guess all the above. Will it be serious? Will it be funny? At this point, I just hope I don't bore you to tears. Will you think I'm a nut? Probably. I just hope that through this log you get to know everything about me and then some.
