End of an Era

Monday I start a new era in my life.

For 16 months I've been floating along, enjoying everything and nothing this island has to offer. I've had many good times and met some really interesting people; some who have now made their way into the tiniest crevices of my mind, but others which have a recurring role in my soap opera and are very much a part of my present world.

And I wouldn't have it any other way.

However, the current question I keep asking myself is, "What drives me?" Or am I driven at all?! Do I have a compulsive quality or need that strongly motivates and forcibly compels me to succeed? My "career" has been on the sidelines for these 16 months. I've had a lack of ambition and an abundance of complacency. But I've been given a great opportunity, and it’s going to be insanely incredible.

There’s no way it can’t be!

I’ve decided to direct my freed up energy toward my current agenda, which is making the most of the next few months at KB+P.

I digress:

People that seem incapable of being serious really trifle me. Many of these individuals use humor as a defense mechanism, to deflect reality. And yes, I hate confrontation…but only to a very low degree. It’s very frustrating when a person hates confrontation more than I do. I normally refuse to deal with other people's issues/drama, seeing as you could say I have enough of my own. But if you care for someone, you tend to want to try.

Is it worth the effort?

Sometimes…but the majority of the times you just end up disappointed (and feeling like shit)!

(cue Default's Wasting My Time)

Disclaimer:
If anything you read on my blog sounds corny, lame and/or stupid to you, go fuck yourself and tell me about it tomorrow. Thanks much.

Quote-of-the-Month (perfected by M.D.):
"And we're done."

Just When I Thought…

…I was the biggest commitment-phobe ever, T.R. proves me wrong!

Just when I thought I couldn’t be a bigger alcoholic, Malibu Manage Trois proves me wrong!

(and that was only Friday night) ;-)

Is it sad that I’m ecstatically proud of myself for only having two cocktails last night, followed by nothing but 7-Up (and the smell of illegal narcotics)?! That was a rhetorical question that I already know the answer to…the answer is Yes. It was quite interesting, however, to experience the (in)famous Roxy in it’s rawest form (aka Sober). And I’ve come to a conclusion that I should stay home one Saturday night and wait until the Roxy is packed, and then sign on to gay.com and meet some quality specimens that found the need not to subject themselves to that nastiness. Don’t get me wrong, I heart Roxy like I heart the University of Mobile; I wouldn’t trade some of the memories I’ve had there for the world, but if I never go back my heart will go on!

Last night was spent with E.L & T.S., my good friends from Beantown that I actually met at the Roxy shortly after moving to NYC in early 2004. They are a gay couple that give me hope for eventually finding someone to settle down with. Not that I’m at all ready to settle down, or even commit to anything more than a couple cocktails and a night out at the theatre, but it’s good to know that true love is still alive and not just a myth.

Where as most couples make me (want to) vomit in my mouth, there are always those few-and-far-between couples that touch a very sacred part of my heart; the part that is guarded with an iron-fist and that will (maybe) someday see the light of day.

Programming Note:

One week until I start my new gig!! Correction: my official title will be Office Services Assistant, a more professional wording that will give them the liberty to have me sort mail when I’m not setting up the crepe station or pouring Richard Kirshenbaum a martini! Actually, I was promised that I would never have to “serve”, but the advertising industry is full of a lot of empty promises so I’m keeping a realistic view of the situation! :-)

Who’s got pictures to share?! Click on the title of this post to be satisfied visually by a flashback to my sister's visit>>>

Who Has A New Job?!

Today is a good day. Karma is a bitch, but at least it’s a fair power.

Mark it down, this is the day David Miller caught a break. As many of you know, my first big break in New York was my apartment. If you haven’t heard my “apartment story”, then you must be new to my world, since I’ve told it so many times that I probably could tell it on auto-pilot. Not to say that I wouldn’t tell it to you if you asked me to :-)

So here’s the dealio: I’m going to be the Meeting/Catering Coordinator for a hot ad agency here in Manhattan. Kirshenbaum Bond + Partners consists of kirshenbaum bond (advertising), LIME Public Relations and Promotion, The Media Kitchen (media buying and planning) and Dotglu (interactive and direct marketing). The firm has served such clients as The Andrew Jergens Co., Verizon Super Pages, Liberty Mutual, Target, and Hennessy (bottoms up)!

This can definitely be considered a foot-in-tha-door opportunity, and it’s a chance to get to know everybody in the agency (including having frequent interaction with Richard Kirshenbaum).

And OMG…this story would not be complete without the "sign" I received in Starbucks before walking into my interview. I SAW A MIDGET WHILE WAITING FOR MY DOUBLE TALL CAP!! At the time, I didn’t know if it was a good or bad omen…but I guess we know now!

“How are you celebrating?”, you may ask! Well, the celebration is being postponed until tomorrow night, seeing as my sis is dragging my ass out of bed at 6:30 in the morning to head to Philly for the day. Gotta love making plans and feeling the need to keep them!

Thanks, Karma, for keeping me straight (figuratively) ;-)

Click on the title of this post to check out Kirshenbaum>>>>>

Thinking Over

I continually find myself desiring something that I cannot have and losing interest in the things I can. This disease, coupled with my fear of settling for less than I can achieve, often leaves me paralyzed.

This-N-That >>>>>
My parents are back in the Bible Belt (leaving only my sister to be entertained), I finally broke down and bought an iPod Mini today (to replace my struggling, 16-month-old 40GB), and tomorrow night the New York Philharmonic is playing on The Great Lawn. Maybe this week will end up better than the last. Maybe!

Playing on my iPod>>>> Thinking Over - Dana Glover (check this bitch out)

Quote of the Week (by M.D.)
"I don’t have time to be my self."

Best Of You ~ Foo Fighters

I’ve got another confession to make
I’m your fool
Everyone’s got their chains to break
Holdin’ you

Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?

Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn’t have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can’t choose
I swear, I’ll never give in, I refuse

Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love
You die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
Your trust, you must
Confess

I’ve got another confession my friend
I’m no fool
I’m getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new

I swear I’ll never give in, I refuse
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you

Overwhelming Figments of Our Imagination

It’s easy to believe in something that isn’t real. It’s comforting to believe that something is right for you. It’s also hard to allow yourself to take any emotional steps toward that thing. But it’s even harder to keep that figment of your imagination off your mind, especially when that thing is the only thing that helps to relieve your mind of anxiety.

But because these things are not your current reality, Acceptance of that is key.

Embrace your imagination.
Use it to your advantage.
Keep it from overwhelming you.

….and, we’re done :-)

Here It Comes.

So, the fam flies into JFK today. *smirk*

Wish me luck and moderate levels of sanity as I perform my familial duty of hosting the parentals and my sis.

Is it a burden? Yes. But hopefully some day in the not-so-distant future I will come to embrace this time we can share together. Maybe!

Flight Back To Reality

I'm back home safe, freed of some of my bitterness and cynicism that I left with! Hope everyone had a safe and happy 4th. And rest assured that I'm not as bitter as I appear on this blog :-)