mom and pop's new toy

Saab 93 Turbo in Parchment Silver.

ain't she a beaute?

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a blessing and a curse.

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"My New Toy" or "What a Long Strange Trip It Has Been"

so it finally came! my brand spanking new (and might i add, sexy as hell!) black MacBook. I got it all souped up and upgraded, and I love it.

Since I had it customized, it did not come from Cupertino, but from Shanghai rather. Over the weekend I anxiously awaited its arrival with bated breath and tracked it online like a sonnovabitch. Every 30 minutes I looked on the FedEx site to see where it was. On Friday night, after having a wonderful time at Out 100 (more on that another day when i'm less busy), and after the boys left my apt at 2:00, I actually drunk-dialed FedEx to find out where my computer was! WHO DOES THAT? Ha!

anyway, after traveling from Shanghai to Anchorage to Memphis to Newark, my new toy is at at home with his older brother, my old iBook (which incidentally, I am giving to my older brother...ha!)...it has Leopard OS X, it has Photo Booth, Stacks, Spaces, Time Machine...it's pretty f'in sweet. When I received the box in my office yesterday, I actually hugged it. Yes, I am that guy.




And here is a fun pic of me and Brit Ben and Marla when we iChatted last night...so fun!

19 Straight.

I commit myself to a lot. Work, friends, relationships, keeping up appearances. As of late, I have been working myself to the bone. Today marks my 19^th day of working straight. Yes, 19. not even when I was at LPM did I work this many days in a row. I am soooo f’in tired I can’t even begin to explain. I wake at 8am, groggy and tired. I roll out of my apt and get to work at 9, grabbing my coffee and bagel on the way. My routine is pretty bland. The guy in the coffee cart knows me too well. By the time I’m at the front of the line, he already has my large coffee with skim milk and whole wheat bagel ready in the bag, with 2 packets of equal on the side. I hand him my $2.25 and walk across the street to the office. I put in my 7.5 hours and at 5:00pm sharp, I strut out of here. I go home and veg on the couch for a few hours. Sometimes I send my resume, but honestly, I don't even have enough energy to update this blog. My roomy ACME gets home ‘round 9 or 10 from work (he’s working hard kids!), we chit the chat, and watch Pushing Daisies, 30 Rock, Little Britian or Sarah Silverman or whatever is on that night, and then i crawl into bed at 10:30 to watch some tele, and then I fall asleep. Like I said, my routine is pretty darn bland.

Well tonight is Friday the 9^th. I have been waiting for this day for a looong time now, because I finally get a weekend off! Yay! I have been working straight since October 22^nd, and now I can rest and relax. Tonight is Out 100, and I am superjazzed about that. I am going to go out with my boys, we’re getting all gussied up, we’re going to have an amazing time. Tim Gunn & Tori Spelling are hosting, Chaka Khan and Mya are performing, Jennifer Hudson, Mary-Louise Parker, Bill T. Jones (the amazing choreographer from Spring Awakening) and Thom Browne (among others) are being honored, and I hear that there may be a special appearance by a certain former Eurythmic who’s name rhymes with Fannie Dennox. Woohoo!

On a completely unrelated note, as it has now gotten cold out (last night on the phone I told my parents that I was “Freezing my Chita Rivera’s off!"), I have noticed a sudden spike in Ugg wearing. Now, I hate Uggs (and no, not because they are Australian TA! Ok, maybe that’s why on a minute level). I don’t care how comfortable and warm they are, they look ridiculous. Even more so is when you see a gay guy walking down 8^th Ave in his skinny/girly jeans with the legs tucked into the Uggs. Shoot me. Shoot me now. It’s simply unacceptable gays, don’t you know! Almost as bad is when you see someone in shorts and Uggs. Are you hot? Are you cold? MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND!

Ok, now that that’s out of my system, happy Friday everyone? This bitch needs a nap!