My Live Journal is about 90% Friends Only but I'm not picky about who I add back. If you add me, I'll add you, but let me know in a comment somewhere otherwise I probably will not notice.
Here's a sneak peak at a prop I made for my costume for tomorrow night. Guess who I'm going as!!
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I'm probably the last person to come across this site but i've been cracking up all morning at http://www.lamebook.com/ for gems like this:
So the first real votes now for LJ idol are happening and I'd really, really appreciate if you could just go here real quick and click on the box next to my name: http://www.livejournal.com/poll/?id=1474606
Save me from the humiliation of being first voted out! If you have other friends playing, don't worry, you can vote for however many people you want.
Go here to vote! http://community.livejournal.com/therealljidol/261793.html
Save me from the humiliation of being first voted out! If you have other friends playing, don't worry, you can vote for however many people you want.
Go here to vote! http://community.livejournal.com/therealljidol/261793.html
This past weekend I was digging through designated boxes of past Halloweens to see what kind of material I already had to work with for this year’s costume. When I was done I noticed a neat pile of small boxes. At one point they’d been labeled, but now there was just a bare spot where the label had been.
They were ‘ex’ boxes. After past relationships, I was never dramatic enough to burn things, and I didn’t have the heart to give away or dump the contents in the garbage. Once I realized what the boxes were I could tell which ex belonged to which box just based on the size alone. These boxes mean a lot to me, in the absence of photographs they are all I have left of my past with these people. And I tucked them away in the corner of my basement because I thought one day I’d want to go through them and relive those relationships and stir up some memories. And that it did.
When I’m lonely, which is not as often as you would think, I tend to think back on past relationships and analyze them and scrutinize them, trying to pin point where things went wrong and why like a mad man pouring over his failed experiments.
Danny and I had been in love. This I know to be true. We were only together for a little more than a year but there was a lot packed into that year and odd months. In the end it was the empty gestures that gave him away. In the box that had been marked ‘Danny’ besides photographs and cards there was a lack of personal things that I would be able to pick out on an evidence table and know for sure they were from him.
It was par for the course for Danny to suddenly completely change in personality, and looking back I’m surprised he lasted the year + that he did with me. But when he changed I knew immediately. It was like invasion of the body snatchers. “My boyfriend is not my boyfriend”. Something deep down that you know is wrong. He’d buy me meaningless things, probably in hope that I wouldn’t notice his lack of affection or emotion. His words were empty, our dinners silent, and whatever we had was slipping through my hand like sand.
Due to circumstances that didn’t involve me, he had become empty. A shell of the person I had fallen in love with. We split soon after. I turned to friends; he turned to drugs and sex. It would be the start of a spiral for him. One that would ruin his closest friendships and alienate him irrevocably from his family, the same family I had grown so close to. A couple of years later he would take off and no one would know where he went. Some people say he was running away from his family and friends. Some say he was running from drug dealers he owed money to. I want to say he ran to one of the Dakota’s but it could have been anywhere. I don’t know the truth and probably never will but I like to think of him having started a new life there, being clean, and having his act together. I told this to his former best friend when we bumped into each other several weeks ago. The friend that knew him better than anyone and has protected me from the truth for years said “you know he’s probably dead somewhere right? Things were that bad.”
I ended up throwing out all those empty gestures yesterday. Some shirts and generic gifts that were supposed to blind me from the truth. All that’s left in that big box now is some photographs, a card, a cracked frame with a picture of us. The sum of our relationship.
They were ‘ex’ boxes. After past relationships, I was never dramatic enough to burn things, and I didn’t have the heart to give away or dump the contents in the garbage. Once I realized what the boxes were I could tell which ex belonged to which box just based on the size alone. These boxes mean a lot to me, in the absence of photographs they are all I have left of my past with these people. And I tucked them away in the corner of my basement because I thought one day I’d want to go through them and relive those relationships and stir up some memories. And that it did.
When I’m lonely, which is not as often as you would think, I tend to think back on past relationships and analyze them and scrutinize them, trying to pin point where things went wrong and why like a mad man pouring over his failed experiments.
Danny and I had been in love. This I know to be true. We were only together for a little more than a year but there was a lot packed into that year and odd months. In the end it was the empty gestures that gave him away. In the box that had been marked ‘Danny’ besides photographs and cards there was a lack of personal things that I would be able to pick out on an evidence table and know for sure they were from him.
It was par for the course for Danny to suddenly completely change in personality, and looking back I’m surprised he lasted the year + that he did with me. But when he changed I knew immediately. It was like invasion of the body snatchers. “My boyfriend is not my boyfriend”. Something deep down that you know is wrong. He’d buy me meaningless things, probably in hope that I wouldn’t notice his lack of affection or emotion. His words were empty, our dinners silent, and whatever we had was slipping through my hand like sand.
Due to circumstances that didn’t involve me, he had become empty. A shell of the person I had fallen in love with. We split soon after. I turned to friends; he turned to drugs and sex. It would be the start of a spiral for him. One that would ruin his closest friendships and alienate him irrevocably from his family, the same family I had grown so close to. A couple of years later he would take off and no one would know where he went. Some people say he was running away from his family and friends. Some say he was running from drug dealers he owed money to. I want to say he ran to one of the Dakota’s but it could have been anywhere. I don’t know the truth and probably never will but I like to think of him having started a new life there, being clean, and having his act together. I told this to his former best friend when we bumped into each other several weeks ago. The friend that knew him better than anyone and has protected me from the truth for years said “you know he’s probably dead somewhere right? Things were that bad.”
I ended up throwing out all those empty gestures yesterday. Some shirts and generic gifts that were supposed to blind me from the truth. All that’s left in that big box now is some photographs, a card, a cracked frame with a picture of us. The sum of our relationship.
- Current Music:Somersault - Zero 7
A couple of things you should know about me, is that I’m a dreamer, a big kid at heart, and I love getting to know people. I like their stories, where they’ve come from, where they’re going, what experiences they’ve had, their success, their failures - everything. I’m just genuinely interested in people. Like putting together pieces of their puzzle and fitting them into people shaped silhouettes until I feel like I know them. That is one thing that I have always loved about Live Journal, reading peoples stories and discovering the ins and outs of their lives despite never having met.
I’m a story teller by nature. I love entertaining people with my stories and my experiences whether they are happy, frightening, mortifying, or depressing. More often than not I try to find the humor in any situation. I find I don’t keep too many things secret unless it’s something I’m truly embarrassed about, but the desire to tell a good story usually overrides anything else. I do however, hate first introductions. I never know what to say about myself and I’d much rather hear about you.
My name is Josh, I’m 28 and hurtling fast towards 30 without much to show for it. I’m a Scorpio through and through. I’ve lived here in Rhode Island for my entire life and I can’t imagine myself living anywhere without easy access to the ocean and a fall that doesn’t involve the changing of the leaves. Music is vital to me but I’ve never learned to play any instruments. Music is my muse, the driving force in my life, it is what inspires me. If I had to list some hobbies I would say photography, reading and writing. I find photographing the world around me calms me, it’s what I turn to when I’m stressed out or need a time out from life. Reading, because there is nothing like getting lost in a good book in your favorite café on a rainy afternoon. Writing because at a very early age I fell in love with movies and every aspect about them and Instead of writing short stories I started writing screenplays and have just never stopped.
I’m currently single. I say that only because so much of my past revolves around the various men who have come and gone and the destruction left behind. I’ve been fortunate enough to find love a couple of different times, but it’s never lasted, and I’ve never fully given up hope. I came “out of the closet” to friends in family 2001 and was met with nothing but love and support which I will always be grateful for and never take for granted. Many people try to define me as ‘the gay guy’ like I’m this year’s ‘must have’ accessory but I’m a lot more than my sexual preference and I don’t really adhere to stereotypes and have never really fit into any one.
I’ve been using LJ for 8 years now and I’ve never heard of LJ Idol, and it sounds like a fun opportunity to write about something else other then failed relationships and embarrassing dating stories two things I feel is all I ever write about anymore. Most importantly though, there’s a whole lot of new people for me to get to know, and I love that.
I’m a story teller by nature. I love entertaining people with my stories and my experiences whether they are happy, frightening, mortifying, or depressing. More often than not I try to find the humor in any situation. I find I don’t keep too many things secret unless it’s something I’m truly embarrassed about, but the desire to tell a good story usually overrides anything else. I do however, hate first introductions. I never know what to say about myself and I’d much rather hear about you.
My name is Josh, I’m 28 and hurtling fast towards 30 without much to show for it. I’m a Scorpio through and through. I’ve lived here in Rhode Island for my entire life and I can’t imagine myself living anywhere without easy access to the ocean and a fall that doesn’t involve the changing of the leaves. Music is vital to me but I’ve never learned to play any instruments. Music is my muse, the driving force in my life, it is what inspires me. If I had to list some hobbies I would say photography, reading and writing. I find photographing the world around me calms me, it’s what I turn to when I’m stressed out or need a time out from life. Reading, because there is nothing like getting lost in a good book in your favorite café on a rainy afternoon. Writing because at a very early age I fell in love with movies and every aspect about them and Instead of writing short stories I started writing screenplays and have just never stopped.
I’m currently single. I say that only because so much of my past revolves around the various men who have come and gone and the destruction left behind. I’ve been fortunate enough to find love a couple of different times, but it’s never lasted, and I’ve never fully given up hope. I came “out of the closet” to friends in family 2001 and was met with nothing but love and support which I will always be grateful for and never take for granted. Many people try to define me as ‘the gay guy’ like I’m this year’s ‘must have’ accessory but I’m a lot more than my sexual preference and I don’t really adhere to stereotypes and have never really fit into any one.
I’ve been using LJ for 8 years now and I’ve never heard of LJ Idol, and it sounds like a fun opportunity to write about something else other then failed relationships and embarrassing dating stories two things I feel is all I ever write about anymore. Most importantly though, there’s a whole lot of new people for me to get to know, and I love that.
- Current Music:Space Oddity - David Bowie
I'm not entirely sure I understand what it is but the way it was described to me sounded like it could be fun. So I'm doing LJ Idol Season 6, we'll see what happens! Don't ask me to explain what it is, I don't think I could, but if anyone is interested, the sign-ups are here: http://community.livejournal.com/therealljidol/256751.html
Wish me luck!
Wish me luck!
The other morning I saw the most hysterical local news story I've ever seen around here. And yes, I found it funny enough to cross post here, twitter and facebook.
A woman who owns a Puppet Store is being charged with cyber stalking against a local competitor whom the woman filled out dozens and dozens of on-line applications so that the competitor got insane amounts of phone calls. When they wanted to interview the woman being charged she told them to come to her Puppet Store in Providence and she'd give an interview and this is what happened: Crazy puppet woman
The full news story is: here
A woman who owns a Puppet Store is being charged with cyber stalking against a local competitor whom the woman filled out dozens and dozens of on-line applications so that the competitor got insane amounts of phone calls. When they wanted to interview the woman being charged she told them to come to her Puppet Store in Providence and she'd give an interview and this is what happened: Crazy puppet woman
The full news story is: here
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