what ever happened to a boyfriend, the kind of guy who makes love 'cause he's in it?

Hello dear readers!

I've recently completed a delightful vacation in the Big Apple--you know, New York City. A special shout-out to C&Clo for their hospitality. I can't add any pictures to my post, as I am at work and forbidden to be blogging, let alone have personal pictures saved for purposes of blogging. I had a wonderful time and got to hang out with a couple lovely Germans most of the week. A special highlight: seeing the Yeah Yeah Yeahs at Radio City Music Hall. Do it the next time you're there. Not that they'll be there. But they might be. And if they are, definitely go see them.

I have another vacation from work approaching the first full week of November, and I have no idea what to do with myself. If only there were a Little Apple near-by for a more toned-down, relaxing week. Any ideas?

don't know what you've got till it's gone

Long time, no blog, eh? So what has happened since my last posting? I have rarely ridden the bike (surprise), had a car accident, didn't get hurt AND got to buy a new car, continued living in Muncie, kept trekking along trying to prove my worthiness as America's Next Top Mortician, and bought a ticket to New York City leaving this Saturday. I don't think I've left anything important out. But what is important, really?

Remember that salsa commerical from the early 90'--I think it was for Pace Picante--where there is a western scene and some guy is eating salsa made in Neeeeeeeeeeeeeew York City? I wish I remembered the commercial better so that I could descibe it more accurately, as I fear I'm not making any sense. Was it even salsa? Was it the 90's? Were there two cowboys making love in the background? Am I really an emotionally unstable hot mess that no one will ever be able to love? Was the southwest salsa really any better?

as i got light as a feather they got stiff as a board. i can't feel anymore, but i can fake it forever.

I bought a bike today! How fun is that? I haven't ridden a bike since I was 12. I took a short ride around my apartment complex, and I must say that it's not as easy as I remember. Breaking in particular. But wish me luck on not breaking a leg!

i could put my arms around every boy i see, but they'd only remind me of you

I never gave an update on what I did during my Muncie weekend. Thanks, Christoph, for pointing this out. Though it's been several weeks this that fun-filled week-end, I shall inform you that I went to a great pancake house here in Muncie for the first time. Eva's House of Pancakes. Got tons of food--all delicious--on the cheap, and thought I'd be back many times. That is until teh following Tuesday, when I saw the restaurant had suddenly closed. I also went to a great Mexican place with a friend where the decor includes Precious Moments figures dressed as Mexicans, with sombreros, gouchos, and large moustaches. No word yet on the future of this place.

On another note altogether, I would normally post a response to Ginger's blog posting in the appropriate space (on her own blog), it inspired me to write things on my own blog. The blog entry was about Britain releasing the list of hate-mongers who are not allowed in their country anymore. Do read her entry. I found myself totally agreeing, and thinking of other ways that "open-minded" people are always hating on the hatemongers, thinking they are taking the high road while they preach equally outrageous hatred. For years, I have listened to other gay people talk about how closed-minded other people can be (and they can be) and they talk about these people's hatred and ignorance, but instead of setting a good example as a human being, they (and not all gay people) use vicious hate language about people who do not accept them, and refuse to see the hypocrisy in demanding that their opinion be heard and accepted when often that message is more hate-filled than the opposition (with some forgiveness because it does hurt sometimes to not be able to casually hold your boyfriend's hand and be told that your love is not valid, so of course you're going to be angry sometimes.) But for many of us, it took years to accept that we were homosexuals and be comfortable in our own skin, and some gay people never get that far. How can we expect others to accept us and love us for who we are, when instead of educating them and showing them what upstanding citizens we can be, we attack and demand acceptance? At the same time, I realize that sometimes you can't just sit back and wait for people to change their minds about things like gay marriage. But is demonizing someone like Miss California really part of the road to showing everyone that we are respectable and beneficial parts of society? She stated her opinion, which she is allowed to have, and while she sounded dumb, she's trying to be Miss America, not the president. By the way, most gay people supported Barack Obama whole-heartedly. A president who opposed gay marriage. Are people really more upset that a beauty queen does not support gay marriage? Really?

all i ever wanted was a simple way to get over you

Let me first apologize for my absense. It's not you. It's me.

I have become a Mafia Wars addict. Mafia Wars is a game on facebook where I get to live out my fantasized Italian heritage of being a New York Italian mafia man. I've made it to the level of Hitman at last count. It's very exciting.

This weekend is my first weekend off work that I'm spending in Muncie in months. Sorry for the awkward sentence structure on that last sentence. I don't feel like rearranging the prepositional phrases. But I wonder what awaits me this weekend. Will I take advantage of the great weather and explore Ball State tomorrow? Will I take a stroll along the river? I'll let you know.

poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore

"What must their most secret prayers be like, these men who pray and prey and pray and prey? Do they live in anguish? They cause it, but do they live in it? In my most secret prayers I pray they do, even as I pray to be able to forgive them. To forgive him." --Kevin Sessums, Mississippi Sissy.

Note to self: you changed your windshield wiper blades today. According to the packaging, check them again in six months for nicks or cuts and replace as needed. Do not forget.

my best friend told me you're the best lick in town

Do they still do shout-outs on the radio? I don't listen to a lot of radio these days, but I remember some great shout-outs coming through the speakers years ago. I hope they still do that.

I moved into my apartment in late October, and when it came time to decorate for Christmas a month later, I didn't feel like it, since I wasn't even finished doing my primary decorating. But now the primary decorating is done, and Chistmas is upon us, and I feel bad that I ignored my festive things this year, and I fear that in a couple months, I will regret not taking the time to decorate and I may feel that I let time slip through my hands. Is that a reason to finally decorate only a couple days before Christmas, knowing that I will need to undecorate just a few days later? Do I have the energy for that? Do I have the energy to not do it?

i wanna go to heaven for the weather and hell for the company

I overslept this morning, and it just got worse from there. I didn't oversleep so much that I was late to work, but just enough to put that pit in your stomach that makes you feel rushed and uneasy all day.

So I moved to Muncie six weeks ago after accepting a job that I had wanted to do for years, that I cut off my life two years ago to go back to school to be able to do and put myself in a heap more debt to be able to do, and I enjoy the job (most days--though today was not one of them.) But when I moved here, I gave up a lot of the things and people I love, and today that feels really bad. Hopefully tomorrow it will feel more acceptable. I'm just having a bad day.

who needs love when there's southern comfort?

I thought I would give you an update on that empty corner in my living room that I blogged about when last I blogged: it's still there.

With the Thanksgiving holiday upon us, I wanted to announce the winner of my Thanksgiving-Related Film Awards Best Picture: The Ice Storm. Many quotable quotes, great costumes, icy acting (the good kind of icy), and Christina Ricci trying to get it on while wearing a Nixon mask. If only my own holiday celebrations could be so successful. If you loathe family holidays like I do, you'll love this movie. (A quick shout-out to Gene Shallot for inspiring my wordplay there.)

Happy Thankgiving!

i cannot run from my family, they're hiding inside of me

Many of you have asked how Muncie is working out, so I thought I would blog about my experience so far to calm the masses. My new job is going well, and living here is going just fine. I went out last weekend with some college students to a bar close to campus on Halloween and had a nice time just hanging out and trying to to feel too much older than them. I was in a college bar and didn't get carded, so that was pretty difficult, especially since the guy in front of me who looked about 45 got carded. I'm almost over it now though.

But Muncie isn't so bad. It's small and contained, and has most of the things I need within close proximity. My drive to work is along the river, and is especially pretty as the sun is setting with the fall-leaved trees lining the street.

I'm still trying to figure out how to put the furniture in my living room. I had everything set up, but a large corner of the room was filled with unpacked boxes, and as I unpack them, I realize more and more that I did not factor this third of the room into my decorating plan. But I'm being positive and telling myself that now I get to decorate twice. Yea!