ONE HUNDO.

This is my 100th post!

It is rawther exciting, I must say. And we have a lot to cover...

First, the other night I came home to amazing fireworks in honor of the Avon Breast Cancer walk that had just ended. I LOVE fireworks and it was gorgeous.

Splendid. What a show! And a huge congrats to all the women who completed the walk.

My super swell best friend Josebee was in town all week from London, which was truly the bomb diggity.

We chased pigeons, saw movies, drank cappuccinos, reminisced, laughed, saw more movies, ate too much popcorn, and laughed, laughed, laughed some more.


And I told Josebee some very important things. Like, if he got on the plane back to London I would cry for weeks and months.

He left at 4:30 this morning and I miss him already. This song could be re-titled, "Please Don't Go, Josebeeeee"



I will leave you with another blog posting from Joey M. of NKOTB, seeing as there are only 15 days left until my birthday concert:

October 4th, 2008

The Swap Meet Boys

We were at the venue early in Chicago
And there was a swap meet going on in the parking lot, so to kill time
I looked around. And what did I come upon, but “us”. The woman who was
selling “us”, at first had no idea and then I asked her, “Did you ever
think that I would be the guy buying “me”?” We had a laugh about this
surreal moment. Nice to know that we are playing the arena and not
just getting sold off at a swap meet.
-jm
P.S. I decided to just sign mine in hopes that she could make a couple
of extra bucks on them. (Donnie apparently quit the Swap Meet Boys
because he felt like a piece of merchandise).

HELP.

I know I have kept politics somewhat removed from this blog, but I was recently informed of the change in the tide below, am terrified by it, and had to bring it to your attention:

"Following a recent spate of television and radio ads on behalf of a constitutional ban on same-sex marriage, a new poll suggests a rise in support for Proposition 8, the ballot measure that would block gay men and lesbians from marrying.

The new poll found that 47 percent expected to vote yes on Proposition 8, which would eliminate the right of same-sex couples to marry, while 42 percent expected to vote no. That is a notable difference from a SurveyUSA poll released Sept. 25 which found 44 percent planned to vote yes, while 49 percent planned to vote no — an apparent 10 point swing."

- Mercury News, 10/7/2008

If you live in California, I beg of you to vote against Prop 8 and donate to the campaign.

I am calling it "donavoting."

If you don't live in California, I beg of you to donate to the campaign and tell everyone you know who lives in California to jump on the donavoting bandwagon.

To quote a dear friend regarding defeating Prop 8,

"Thank you in advance for your commitment to equality and civil rights for all."

EH.

Not feeling this debate. I think the format is totally not conducive to verbal a** kicking. And the folks in the audience all look like they want to die except for the one woman in the back with the big eye balls who is obviously in love with Obama.

P.S. How many heroes can McCain have? I believe right now we're up to 2: Reagan & Roosevelt. That doesn't even make sense to have those two fellows in the same category.

THAT'S RIGHT, BIYATCH.

My demands were met. I will have my jeans back by the end of the day as they were sent out to be dry cleaned on the house. I am no longer going to kill Alvin, the wash & fold man, but he is on my sh*t list.

Gearing up for the debates tonight. I am feeling a little nervous and may have to do another wine and cobbler night to make it through, although I don't think it will be as bad as last time.

Btw, when I was up and marching over to Alvin's at 7:00am this morning, it was COLD. Like, REALLY COLD! I loved it! Fall has arrived!! Huzzah!

CLEAN THIS.

My brand new jeans are somehow missing from my laundry that I sent out today and my white shirt has come back pink even though I separate out my whites from everything else.

I am prepared to open up a can of whoopass on these people tomorrow if my pants are not returned, my shirt re-whitened, and a refund is back on my card.


Watch out, cleaner homies. I have Chuck on my side.

Will be doing some more positive blogging tomorrow.

CAN I CALL YOU JOE?

I don't know what to say. I'm upset, I'm more in love with Joe Biden, I had to eat a lot of homemade fruit cobbler and drink a lot of wine to get through the debate.

And, oh, I'm glad we can agree on one thing:

I love Israel.

EXPLAIN THIS.

I have noticed more public ass grabbing in New York than in any other city, particularly on the subway. I don't have a problem with giving your homie lover a squeeze, slap, or tap but do you really have to hold on for dear life for an extended period of time in a crowded subway car or on the platform? No, you don't. They have large poles throughout the car that you can hold on to; it isn't like you have to glue your hand onto someone's rumpass to avoid falling over.

It is gearing up to big a big rest of the week. My dearest friend Josebee is arriving from London for 9 days late Thursday and I haven't seen him since the night before he moved (February). So pumped to get to traipse around the city with him. We have had a lot of fun together over the years since we met my freshman year of high school.


As you can see, New Year's 2007 was particularly bananas. And no, neither of us have ever been in Cirque Du Soleil. We're just naturally gifted acrobats.

I really need a sugar daddy because I have a very intense social calendar these days and not a lot of time to work. I have always said that I would be a great muse for someone, and I would love it if that someone were Marc Jacobs. I mean, he chose Meg White for some of his ads....


I look good in big sunglasses, I am pale, and I have really dark hair.

And I like sitting in the woods with purses.

Marc, why haven't you called me yet?