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Adrianne! [08 Jul 2003|09:57pm]
[ mood | ecstatic ]

Adrianne is America's Next Top Model! I'm stunned. I cried when she was announced (okay, I got a few tears in my eyes--so what?). I had started to believe that dumbshit Shannon was going to win.

Sending Elyse out to the talk shows the last couple days must have been designed to totally throw us off the scent. It's hard to believe that all the competition up 'til now was high fashion, and then Elyse got dinged for being too high fashion. (I think she was actually eliminated for being too damned smart and not wanting the whole thing enough.)

Anyway, it will mean the most to Adrianne.

I loved this show.

To think that last night Erin dumped The Tool for The $$$$ and will now have her own show for a while--and Adrianne will be in ads we'll be seeing for a year. It's too perfect for words.

Have I mentioned lately how I love reality TV?

I do.

Update: I didn't go to San Fran this past weekend. Peter and I decided to chill and make better plans. I think I scared him off a little with my histrionic reaction, but that's just me. I really would love to meet the man and get to know him, but it's a little overwhelming to have the whole concept come up with such little warning. And what if his kid hates me?

I'm digressing here.

AI update: Simon has made his deal, and it sounds like Howard Stern's $10 million estimate was right. Good.

On the work front: Sounds like the bonus is shrinking. I hope not too much, but I'm not making any plans, just in case.

On the home front: I seem to be having an allergic reaction to my latest tanning product. (This never happens when I go to a booth!)

And, on a sad note, I'm going to have to screen out all the Sims posts. It's gotten impossible to deal with in my friends' view--and I haven't played Sims in two months, anyway. Sorry.

(This may be the longest post I've ever made. Better get to working out!)

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Huge dilemma-- [03 Jul 2003|10:43am]
[ mood | anxious ]

(Believe me, I rarely have even a small dilemma in my life, so this is huger than huge!)

Peter emailed me late last night that I should come to San Francisco for the weekend! So, with a little more than 24 hours notice, I should change my holiday plans (sorry boys and girls!), get in a car and drive for more than six hours and then meet someone for the first time in my life before I've even had a chance to brush my teeth, spend about 48 hours with him and his son (at his house, I presume?!), then after it's over drive back to prepare for work on Monday.

And in the meantime, I would need to hit the gym, tan, pick out clothes for the weekend, do something about the three in-grown pubic hairs that are screwing up my bikini line and get my hair to grow out a half inch to its perfect length.

(Yes, I'm vain. Yes, I'm obsessive/compulsive about meeting someone for the first time. I admit it.)

And after I accomplish the above, I'll have six or seven hours alone in the car to imagine whether we'll actually like each other when we meet face-to-face. Will we be attracted? Will we end up in bed? And if we end up in bed, will we be sexually compatible? (Does he realize I like to get my own way, and will it distract him that I talk a lot--I mean chatter nearly the whole time and go into detail about every little thing I'm feeling?)

Okay, this is waaay too much information. This is more than I want to reveal in this journal about me and about my life. But for God's sake--much of our relationship has been about this journal!

So, he'll probably read this before he reads my reply. And he'll raise his eyebrow and maybe smile or chuckle, or he'll shake his head in disgust. And for at least the next few hours, I'm going to imagine him having that totally Simon Cowell thing going--superior and amused.

Because I really want to go. I just don't know if I should.

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Random (un)important stuff-- [02 Jul 2003|10:48pm]
[ mood | amused ]

One more week left of the Search for America's Top Model. It's gotta be Elyse (who looks like a model already). But I also love Adrianne. She's so edgy and real to me.

Last night was so good--the posing nude, especially. I loved that Adrienne did so well, for once. And thank God they finally got rid of that bitch Robin!

Can you believe I frequent a bar where dicks and chicks sit around and knock back summer drinks while they watch shows like this one? I'm one lucky guy!

Reality TV rocks.

Oh, reality itself? It's not so bad, either. Last night was bitter sweet. I had a late rendezvous that turned out nice, but then I wished it had been someone else who'll remain nameless right now. And I dreamed about this other someone, too, even though we've never really met. (And when you watch the TV shows I do, this doesn't seem even the least bit twisted.)

Summer bonuses come out in a couple weeks (at long last). Hope I get a big one! (A big bonus. I was referring to a bonus here. Try to follow along.)

Off to bed. I gotta catch some beauty sleep after last night.

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Hey, thanks! [01 Jul 2003|10:10am]
[ mood | happy ]

Thanks to Czar Nikky nk_seashore for the Justin Thoroux icon. (Ask and ye shall receive)

Now, the problem with this icon is very apparent: the guy has clothes on! Until you see this guy's abs, you have no idea why you'd ever bother to look at him at all.

Well, I can wait for the naked version, I guess. In the meantime, I appreciate the thought. ("Gift horse, meet mouth.")

In the meantime, Nik, hope your eyes clear up so you can see the movie and check out Theroux's form. Be sure to wait until the doctor clears you for really intense viewing.

Better get back to work. But not before I mention that it's Tuesday, my favorite TV night of the week. Yes, I know I need to get a life. I plan to someday, but I don't want to rush into it.

(Is it a good thing when someone signs their posts to you "Affectionately"? I'm trying to read a lot into this.)

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For Love or Money-- [30 Jun 2003|10:35pm]
[ mood | awake ]

God, please don't let this tool choose the little girl who really likes him! I'm guessing Kelly is the next star of this series. (I loved her bikini and fuzzy boots! What a hot chick.)

Did I ever mention the tendinitis in my left thumb? I narrowed it down to two activities. One I won't mention. The other--and most important--was the use of the remote. I was doing far too much surfing with my left hand. Since I stopped, the thumb seems back to normal.

As Missy would say, so now!

I need a Justin Theroux icon. Just thought I'd mention it.

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Weird dream-- [29 Jun 2003|12:27pm]
[ mood | awake ]

I had this weird dream where Patrick Monahan of Train and Jewel were double teaming me. And not to be too graphic, they were hand wrestling on whose hand got to have the upper hand, so to speak. Anyway, it was more scary than erotic. (And Jewel was really dom. Really.)

After I took an early run, I watched a little 'Surf Girls' this morning, one of my fave reality shows. It's no Top Model, but it's still pretty entertaining. (And it has surfing.)

No plans for today. I love it!

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Charlie's Angels, etc. [28 Jun 2003|12:21am]
[ mood | cheerful ]

Went with a group of friends to see 'Charlie's Angels' tonight. Talk about eye candy! My god, there's something for everyone (of every gender, that is)!

I want to know how Justin Theroux got that body. It's like a special effect all its own.

The movie makes no sense to me, except it's wild to see chicks jump and kick so high, and I love all the costumes and wigs and toned bods. It's definitely worth the price of admission.

I just laughed at Simon on Conan this week. He just kept playing with his face, with his mouth, then with his arm. He's staring at his own forearm, petting the hair. Conan is fascinated by this (understandably), and Simon explains the hair was going the wrong way.

Repeat after me, Simon is not gay.

I'm going to try to write another chapter to "Idols of the King" this weekend. I haven't done much of anything on line in a while.

Note to Ricky Martin: Get a new hairdo, man.

Final note: A big thank you to Peter greyday for paying up my journal. Now I can play with all my pretty icons.

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Yes, I'm still here~ [24 Jun 2003|04:31pm]
[ mood | embarrassed ]

Okay, I’m finished pouting. I think a guy can only be petulant for so long before he turns very unattractive.

Anyway, the day will come when I have my life arranged so that I have the freedom (and the economic means) to just jet somewhere over the weekend with no warning. It’s a definite goal.

But yes, I’m over it. (Just like Ryan is probably over that Barbados trip Simon took without him.)

Hey, it’s finally summer here. So what am I bitching about, anyway? (Maybe that my paid journal seems to have expired already, and most of my icons are unavailable.)

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I love this smell-- [05 Jun 2003|12:35pm]
[ mood | refreshed ]

So, I tanned this morning after my workout. And now my skin has that hot smell of the sun, like warmth is just trapped in there. It's a very sexy smell to me. And the moisturizer I use after is a little bit coconut, which makes it perfect.

But does this mean that if I just continued to bake, I'd eventually start to smell like a juicy sirloin or a bubbling pork roast? (I'm thinking I'd make a much tastier meal right now.)

I think I like the smell and the feel of tanning as much as the cosmetic results. And yeah, I know this is bad for me. I'm going to look like I'm 50 before I hit 40, and I'll die of skin cancer before I'm 60. I'm an idiot. Go ahead and say it.

But I really smell good.

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Theme parties . . . [31 May 2003|01:03pm]
Okay, it's the decade of theme parties, no doubt about it! It's not enough to just hang with your friends anymore, now you have to dress as your favorite Survivor character or an American Idol judge or bring your favorite sex toy for a secret pal exchange.

Tonight I'm going to a 'vintage t-shirt' party. I mean, it's just a party, but we're supposed to wear a vintage t-shirt. (No, the first season of AI isn't 'vintage.')

So, I've got a black Madonna t-shirt, circa Blonde Ambition. That's as retro as I'm going.

We've actually got some hazy sunshine today, and we might make it into the high 70s. Maybe I do still live in southern Cal! Just the same, I'm going to the tanning booth this afternoon. Go figure.
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Just workin! [29 May 2003|11:05am]
[ mood | busy ]

Boring. Nothing big to report. No major angst or drama or even good fun. Just work and normal life. Went to the gym this morning, had a great workout, got to the office a little late, but managed to avoid the boss.

Had a nice holiday weekend, sorta. But it already seems like a long time ago. I don't really get the Memorial Day thing, because I don't have a lot of family I've lost or graves to visit. But I like the day off.

So, call me superficial. Yes, go ahead.

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Good stuff-- [26 May 2003|12:04am]
[ mood | pleased ]

I did a second chapter to "Idols of the King"! Amazing. I was sort of never expecting to, then I got some fb at the AI list, and I thought, what the heck. Just do it, or some such catchy ad slogan (yes, I sometimes write stuff like this for a living--ads, that is, not fanfic). I'm going to put chapter two up here. (Yeah, I realize I haven't put up any of my fic--including chapter one--yet, but that's pretty typical of me!)

Idols of the King (With Apologies to Tennyson) (P2)Collapse )

So, I feel accomplished. And, I have tomorrow off, so who knows what will happen. I have at least one more chapter in mind, and maybe two. Yeah, probably two.

And even though I didn't get to go to SF and hook up with Peter over the holiday weekend, I did get another beautiful icon from him. So I'm happy.

Just had to share.

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I have nothing to say, really-- [24 May 2003|09:38am]
[ mood | happy ]

I just want to use this icon. And send out thoughts to the one who made it for me.

It's a beaut, man. Thank you.

You know.

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Uni-brow attack! [22 May 2003|12:29pm]
[ mood | scared ]

I screwed around so much last night, I didn’t lift one weight! (It was great chatting with Peter, anyway!) So I went to the gym early this morning for some cardio. Then I had a huge double shot latte.

I was sitting in the coffee shop with a co-worker (the very bubbly, red-headed Josie, whom I refer to as ‘Pussycat’) and she looks at my face and says, “What’s that?”

Of course, I’m like “What’s what?”—thinking I’ve got a smudge of dirt on my face or foam on my mouth or something.

She says “That hair in the middle of your face,” and then she rummages around in her purse and hands me a little mirror.

Yeah, right in the middle of the space between my eyebrows is this one errant hair—about 1/4 of an inch long. And dark. (Darker than my actual brows!)

Luckily I keep an electric razor in my office. Believe me, I motored to work and mowed that weed down!

Where did it come from? I swear to God it wasn’t there when I left the gym. For God’s sake, I had to dry my hair and primp a little in front of the mirror there! Wouldn’t I have noticed a forest starting to sprout on my nose?

Is this something I’m gonna look forward to now that I’m pushing 30? Weird hairs appearing on my face and in my ears and nose? (No, Peter, I’m not targeting you with this question.) No wonder so many guys carry those Swiss Army Knives with the little tweezers!

The panic is finally settling down, but I feel a compulsion to check the mirror every few minutes. I’m sure it’ll pass. Eventually.

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Ruuuuuuben! [21 May 2003|10:29pm]
[ mood | pensive ]

Yeah, okay. So that's that.

It'll be interesting (as Missy always says, "in-ta-rest-ing") to see what happens next. Simon alluded to both releasing singles at the same time (and he knows a hell of a lot more than we do).

How good they all looked! Man, the stylists on that show work overtime. Simon and Ryan looked so damn hot, they were smoking! (Oh, and the others looked good, too.)

Sigh. It's over. Now I have to go work out.

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Rambling-- [20 May 2003|09:37am]
[ mood | awake ]

Today is obviously going to be warmer, but overcast (or even a little smoggy). I can live with that.

Got some nice private emails, including an invitation to join a list Peter started. (So, yes, I got to read your post about your bodily function issues you had yesterday. Geez. Sorry. Chalk me up to being a pretty healthy guy, overall. Is this something I have to look forward to?)

Interesting how many people struggle with wellness. It makes me wonder when I'm watching all this 'reality TV' (which I *love*) how often someone is not feeling well and is sucking it up. Last season on AI, most of the finalists were sick at some point. And supposedly they've fought colds and stomach issues this season. That interests me, for whatever reason.

(Hey, speaking of reality TV, The Bachelor chose the nice chick, Jen. Unbelievable. I didn't think he had the sense. And I thought his stuck-up attitude would consider her a little 'beneath him.' Y'never know!)

R/S were in their element last night on AI. I loved the little graphic about 'who was Simon's real love'? Ya noticed that Ryan was the last one pictured (before Simon himself)? It's certainly cool that they can make fun of the whole situation and always keep us pumped up about it.

Note to self: Get more sleep. You don't want bags under your eyes!

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Can't respond-- [18 May 2003|10:22pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

Well, LJ won't let me respond to any comments tonight. Too bad.

Anyway, a couple of my LJ friends described the feeling of love as having "butterflies."

I've never really felt that, or maybe I'm not sure what that feels like. Usually love (for me) has come in an intimate situation, in someone's arms. The afterglow thing (which doesn't seem to last, does it?). A feeling of tenderness, of connection.

Right now I feel happy when I don't expect to. And kinda sad when I'm not sure why. And I haven't been in the arms of this person, and I'm not sure how much I'm even in the mind of this person. Much less the heart.

But it's a cool feeling, because it's sneaking up on me. Maybe it's love. It's that scary kind of love that you don't know is reciprocated.

If this nimrod Andrew Firestone can think he's found love (and right now he hasn't chosen anyone, but he clearly is going to choose this annoying Kirsten chick and hopefully regret it for the rest of his life), I guess it doesn't take rocket science to figure it out.

And just forget the need to mention that only a total faggot would be watching 'The Bachelor' anyway. Thanks. (I also watch Lifetime movies. So there.

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How do you know? [17 May 2003|11:01pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

I'm making some cool friends on line. I've lucked out, I guess.

So, how do you know when you're falling in love? I mean when you haven't swapped any bodily fluids yet (which is usually what makes me believe in love).

I'm feeling a little funny lately.

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Vocabulist-- [16 May 2003|10:01pm]
[ mood | pleased ]

I played Bespelled for about two hours tonight. Just felt like it. And I ended up getting my second-highest score and the title, "Vocabulist." Okay then.

Not sure why this pleases me, but it does.

I guess I'll read and watch a little TV now. (How about working out? Nah.)

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Can you say "rout"? [16 May 2003|09:14am]
[ mood | relaxed ]

It's that time of year. No more teachers, no more books, no more Rick Fox sexy looks. (Oh well, he was injured anyway.) Bye, bye Lakers.

And bye, bye Kimberley. It's only fitting that Ruben and Clay are the last two standing.

Hey, I for one have nothing against Simon Cowell's nipples. Do we expect the guy to wear a bra or what? Just because Ryan can't take his eyes off them . . .

I haven't written anything in a week. Well, I have, but it's gone nowhere. Maybe I'll do something besides play this weekend. We'll see.

I need to say hello to Missy and hello to Peter. There, I did.

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