Home.

Today, I really felt home. Everything is coming together here. I'm finally furnishing the place through and it feels great. I've got my christmas tree up and couldn't be happier!

I feel inspired and comforted by my surroundings here. I love it :)

November 27, 2005 | 10:13 PM | Link | 4 comments

Gross things.

Whoever invented Velveeta should be FIRED!

November 24, 2005 | 9:10 AM | Link | 3 comments

Liquor is vile.

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Liquor is vile.

November 24, 2005 | 8:39 AM | Link | 0 comments

Woman gobbles up eating contest.

I seriously want to flee this country.

I was watching a video on cnn.com. It was about a woman... Sonya Thomas... she devoured a turkey in record time. For this, she is called an athlete.

Am I the only one who considers the term Athlete to be one of honor, one of recognition of achievements that extend the human bounds? I consider Athlete to be a sacred term, not one to describe simple extreme gluttons!

I mean, Wow, she chewed gum to train her jaw so she could suck down a turkey! I'm so impressed!

I want to leave this country!

November 24, 2005 | 1:48 AM | Link | 0 comments

The way I see it.

Getting a speeding ticket is kinda like winning the lottery, except it's much easier... oh, and instead of the state paying you, you pay them.

November 22, 2005 | 10:33 PM | Link | 0 comments

Depeche Mode.

I saw Depeche Mode for my forth time. I'm still so glad Dave Gahan didn't succeed when he tried to kill himself, or die when he OD'ed and that he's no longer a junkie.

I've been working very hard... my brain has been in use, and tonight I sleep early so I can wake up and do it all over again. It's different his time. I'm only working extra hard when I'm enjoying it. And I won't push myself to the breaking point again.

I miss Samantha. It'd be nice to go get a drink with him right about now... shoot some pool and laugh about how much I suck at it. Or to go laugh at the sad, sad wet undies contest with Michael. Or to go have some Jaeger with Jon. Or to live it up with Dr. Furious.

Basically, I still miss all those people who've moved away.

Le sigh.

November 21, 2005 | 8:45 PM | Link | 1 comments

Being true to one's self.

I like that Madonna doesn't lip sync and you can hear how she really can't sing in her live performances. I find that more respectful, thought decidedly less pleasant.

In related news, I am finding myself tempted to buy her new album. Really it's just morbid curiosity, but maybe deep down the non-stop dance mix gets me hot.

Wait. Screw that... her new song just makes me want to buy some ABBA!

November 15, 2005 | 6:46 PM | Link | 3 comments

I love my apartment.

Seriously. I love it here. Completely!

November 11, 2005 | 7:55 AM | Link | 1 comments

My jaw hurts, and I don't know why.

I am really ready for a vacation. I just want to take some time off, and sit at home eating grilled cheese sandwiches.

Work weeks do go by quickly. That's a good thing, until you realize you didn't have enough time to finish all you needed.

When Stella Got Her Groove Back's gay boy-toy and her have made amends. I don't like her, as she was obviously a homophobic biggot. Not to say it wouldn't hurt if you find out that your spouse of six years doesn't even like your gender... but it was the remarks she made at the time of breakup.

I want nano-bots that you can apply to your skin with, say, a salt shaker, and they get to cleaning... constantly. That way I could stay in bed later and just jump out and put my clothes on when I need to.

November 11, 2005 | 7:02 AM | Link | 0 comments

Clarification.

I know of a gourmet shop in Del Mar where I can buy clarified butter. That may save me some effort. You see, I'm thinking of a new way to cook brussels sprouts! Well, classic really... with a refined method. Oh, how wonderful butter can be!

November 7, 2005 | 8:57 PM | Link | 6 comments

RSS. Finally, I know.

Per the request of Dr. Furious, I finally got off my ass and got RSS working on my site. May you bow to its pestering notifications of my updates!

November 3, 2005 | 8:48 PM | Link | 1 comments

A lighthearted snuff comedy.

Starring Nicolas Cage. Wouldn't it be great?!?!

November 3, 2005 | 1:59 PM | Link | 2 comments

The whore inside.

So, I own the domain name SexIsBad.com, yet I never speak of sex... Here's the deal.

When I was a little boy, I wanted to grow up to be a little whore. We'll not a whore really. I wanted to be independently wealthy so as I wouldn't have to solicit donations from gentlemen callers. Anyway... fast-forward any number of years, and you might have found me living out certain fantasies. I never felt comfortable talking about said fantasies on my old website, sinthetique.com (where my blog was named B L (A) N D) so I decided to buy sexisbad (bad as in good... like the Michael Jackson song, eh?) where I could freely talk about such seedy topics as the night I spent in the dungeon.

Funny thing happened though, just as I bought sexisbad.com. I stopped being Samantha Jones. Why, on my 23rd birthday, I didn't even imbibe in a single whole drink (I had one which I sipped, and poured some on the ground for Dr. Furious).

I'm getting side tracked. The whole point behind this post was to tell you, oh singular reader of mine, that I bought this website to post both real and fake stories of my sex life. Even some of the real ones I may have meant to embellish upon. Perhaps I will take that up now... start writing fucked up truth-mixed sexual interests.

Hopefully, before too long, you will be able to consider me alongside Danielle Steel. (If Danielle Steel liked getting pissed on by midgets wearing dayglo spandex lederhosen. Seriously.)

November 2, 2005 | 9:22 PM | Link | 2 comments

Come hither. And thither.

So past tense. I came hither and thither. See, last night saw the arrival of the Williams Sonoma holiday catalog. Oh, what joys lie beneath the sticky-soiled pages! Out of 164 pages, I had 143 orgasms.

Furniture. I finally started to acquire furniture. The big pieces are Ikea (high end Ikea though... I know... but just humor me). I'm going to surround the Ikea pieces with nicer stuff... I've picked out my lamp from Crate and Barrel (SO LOVELY!) and I have a couple side furnishings I want to custom make.

My place is feeling so grown up! And so gay. You should just see my table setting!

November 2, 2005 | 9:15 PM | Link | 1 comments

The understanding of age.

It used to be, when I would receive an envious scoff as a reaction to my age (I'm sure we have all heard "You're a baby!!" many times in what we thought to be our adult lives) I would become silently irritated. But now I get it.

I was born in 1980. I was always proud that I missed the 70's as I had always considered the them to be an aesthetic misfortune to our landscape. My opinion on that has changed to a large degree, but I still shudder when I see the boring, quick-and-dirty architecture that infests the aging business districts and pre-gentrified areas of downtown.

1980, as a birth year, does not shock me. Nor does 1981. I have just discovered, however, that anything past that year frightens, bewilders, and amazes me. "You're a baby!" I think to myself upon learning of such a person's age. "You're a baby, and I just can't drink like I used to." The drinking thing has nothing to do with age, really... just my immense desire that I too can one day be an alcoholic.

Where did that come from? I don't know.

November 2, 2005 | 7:03 PM | Link | 1 comments