Kate Winslet nominated for a Golden Globe

And she deserves it for her fantastic work in Eternal Sunshine for a Spotless Mind. I actually want to mary her, I think. In fact, I wish I could post this absolutely gorgeous picture of her that it currently my new desktop wallpaper.

I finished reading The Swimming Pool Club and just started Memoirs of a Geisha and Then there were None.

The cell was turned off this weekend. I have three new messages and two missed calls. Haven't gotten back to anybody so far. Just want to spend time all by myself and avoid the vicious gay cycle.

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Song currently on repeat: Boulevard of Broken Dreams by GreenDay. The song seems very apt in retrospect to my life, particularly as I walk down 17th Street every morning on my way to work(17th Street being the Boulevard of Broken Dreams). Anyways, here are the lyrics:

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know were it goes
But its only me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the boulevard of broken dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone

Myt shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
What's fucked up and every thing's all right
Check my vital signs
to know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone
I walk alone

Public Note

Due to issues with privilege and confidentiality that some people have, I have had to delete a few old posts. Even though this blog is pretty much private and I've never publicly given the address to anyone but two people, God knows who reads it. But it's cool. I completely understand because I wouldn't wanna read about myself either. Whatever.

Unhealthy Friendships

It seems that whatever I do or however hard I try I can’t avoid the fags. Jesse called me on Friday saying that he was coming to DC and wanted to see me. On his arrival, I found out that the real reason for his visit was to recover Charles’s forgotten slippers and wear my clothes for a night out at Cobalt. Because he still has my somewhat expensive black and white collared shirt, the only thing I let him wear was my $6 Virginia shirt, which surprisingly looked as good on him as it does on me.

Anyway, after getting dressed and cutting the tip of my nose during a half-ass shaving adventure, we went for JO’s for a couple of drinks. I hate how JO hits on all of my friends. It’s awful and highly sketchy. Behind the façade of a good host, JO induced Jesse to drinking something really strong along completely disregarding his very touchy-feely friend Noah, who was visiting DC from NY. Oh, and apparently, JO thinks that I made out with Noah one time but I really think he is BSing because I don’t remember doing it at all. We had a couple of drinks and walked to Halo which was REALLY cute. And that boy whose name I am not going to say was also there. Fine I’ll say it. SHAR! Anyway, Noah knew Shar, somehow, and went and said hi. Meaninwhile, oblivious to the drink in his hand, JO was already drunk from drinking at his place and started to molest Jesse. It was horrible and I couldn’t stand it. Particularly because I wasn’t drinking and you know how it is when you’re not drinking among a bunch of fags who are falling silly getting drunk.

We left Halo, to get over to Apex, shunning Cobalt to go out somewhere different. I wasn’t really in the mood but went anyway. Oh, and at this point, some bitchy gay couple who Noah was friends with had also joined us. After paying the $8 cover, JO got really drunk and got thrown out of Apex. Standing outside in the cold night, Jesse and I had to make sure that he went home safe. He wouldn’t take a cab and after twenty minutes of coercion, during which I was extremely frustrated, he sprinted back to his apartment.

The club was boring. I don’t even know why I went. My friends started slutting around in their drunkenness and I just watched the scene. Miserable, I felt. I didn’t stay that long, but long enough to promise myself that I won’t be coming here again.

I have two things to say to my friends.

First of all, if you’re a friend of mine, I’m not opposed to your lecherous advances on my other friends i.e. the people who I know well and introduce you to. However, what I am opposed to is you making a HABIT of blatantly hitting on EVERY cute friend of mine. And then acting like a drunken jackass for the rest of the night so that I have to see you getting thrown out of a club and stand in the cold outside to make sure that you get your sorry ass back in bed. Jeez dude, you’re not fucking eighteen. You’re almost thirty-five years old and it’s about time that you started acting your age. And even if you call me the next day saying you’re sorry, I don’t wanna hear your poor excuses ‘cause it’s not the first time you’ve been a source of embarrassment for me. I get nothing out of our friendship and, since I’ve stopped drinking, the abundance of alcohol that you provide is of no use to me anymore.

Secondly, if you’re a friend of mine don’t be calling me at three in the morning telling me that you need to take your shit from my apartment. Do you have no consideration for other people? Do you not know that some people actually might be SLEEPING in the wee hours of the night. And if you dare to call me at three, don’t make me wait for another fucking hour and decide to parade your slutty ass in with a boy in your arms at four in the morning. Such behavior is rude, obnoxious and extremely selfish. I don’t care who you’re shagging that night or who you’re getting syphilis from. Give me the details the next morning. But PLEASE don’t destroy my piece of mind at night. If being single wasn’t already hard enough!

That said, it’s Sunday and I came in to work today. Just for fun. Or more accurately, to get this shitty task done so that I can hope to do something else next week. Or not. Grrr….

New Years Weekend

New Years was amazing and a really good time. The entire weekend in fact. I think it's because Charles was staying with me. I love the guy. I can be totally myself around him without ever feeling bored. And, just like always, we had a great time doing the things we did and the places we went. Some memorable moments/happenings in chronological order:

- Shopping at Georgetown where a boy followed us down the stairs at the Sisley store saying, "are you talking about me", after Charles loudly whispered, "I think I got eye-contact from that boy", as we were walking down the stairs.

- New Year's Eve party at JO's, followed by a night at Cobalt and our self-invitation to a house full of gays on 17th Street at the end of the night.

- Road-trip to IKEA and Wal Mart

- Jesse's unexpected visit followed by a blatant display of shameful alcoholism in my appartment and at Cobalt

- Jumbo Slice at Adam's Morgan

- Building the bookshelf we bought at IKEA with Charles hungover

- Brunch at Peppers with JO, Jesse and this other boy whose name I don't remember

- Getting lost in our attempt to drive to Pentagon City Mall

- TDeal and his innane stories, JR's, Lizard

And it was ALL fun. I hope Charles visits soon so that we can do it again. Or not. We'll see when he comes next time. For now I am pretty satisfied with things and want to avoid the scene for a while. Time to turn the cell off.