“WHORE!”

It’s not the official Friday Five, but I like this one better so here we go:

1. Do you like to shop? Why or why not?
I LOVE to shop… but the act of it doesn’t always translate over to actually purchasing anything. As for why, I hate to dig up a word we’ve all grown to despise but… “metrosexuality” is a theme up in here.

2. What was the last thing you purchased?
Two advance tickets to the 2:20pm Lord of the Rings show on 12/17/03. Thank you, Fandango.

3. Do you prefer shopping online or at an actual store? Why?
B/c what I usually buy are clothes and e-toys, I cannot sit and WAIT for something to be shipped out to me. I need things RIGHT AWAY or I’ll implode. But if it’s not urgent, and if I can find what I want @ Half.com for $3? then I’m as patient as a lady in waiting.

4. Did you get an allowance as a child? How much was it?
I inherited this impulse-buying habit from my parents. We ALL got what we wanted. Why wait for the next paycheck when you can swipe some plastic and go home with it TODAY?!

5. What was the last thing you regret purchasing?
My 3yr membership contract with Crunch Gym. However…

I’ve fanangled my way OUT of paying $80 a month for a limited membership to Crunch Gym and have actually secured a fully-loaded, all-access, COMPLIMENTARY Crunch Passort Premiere Plus membership in its place. Oh, and one for Randyboy too. This gets me into all Crunch Fitness Gyms, Gorilla Sports, Bally Total Fitness, Bally Sports, Sports Clubs of Canada and Pinnacle Fitness throughout the United States and Canada. I’m still REELING from this information but they’ve already emailed me the account numbers so all I need to do is trek down to a location and get hooked up. It appears that the road to free fitness is just one VIP comp upgrade away! Woo-hoo!

So, word has it that my manager Johnson (b/c he’s kind of a dick) has been booted from the Hudson crew. Lots of talk about why, most all gossip leads back to him not showing up @ work during the blizzard last weekend… plus, I think he’s done this before. I don’t know, man. It’s not that I was especially fond of him or anything, but he was sort of okay (by default) and always seemed proactive and whatnot. If he got fired that’d suck. They’ve been all kinds of termination-crazed and suspension-happy lately. People getting dropped like it doesn’t even matter, right in the middle of Christmas. Sucks. Not that I’m worried, I make sure to hold my own and keep my nose clean. As a matter of fact, I got paid a nice little visit last night @ work. Last winter, a very pro-Spriteboy rave floated its way through the Hudson offices and got me some serious props. Well the guest who wrote that letter showed up last night to check-in and actually remembered me, asked for me by name. Even though we were sold out and he hadn’t booked a reservation? I hooked him up anyway. “Welcome back, man!” I told him, handing him his keys. “Chris, you’ve already made me thrilled to be back. you rock.” Hells yeah. I made sure to get that on tape, just in case I need it to save my ass later on.

Did anyone ever see that old old 1950′s Danny Kaye movie called The Court Jester? For those of you who haven’t, I’m really sorry that you’ve missed out on the classic genius that this film is. For those of you who have, I know you know I’m serious as cancer when I saw that rhythm is a dancer… and also when i say that “the pellet with the poison’s in the vessel with the pestle.” My Dad freaking loved this movie and he and I used to watch that shit on loop! Thanks to the miracle of Netflix, I just got it on DVD. Can’t WAIT to watch it. Oh, and everyone should go check out that MTV’s The Real World: Hookups DVD b/c it’s fucking hysterical. Dan and Coral host it and they do running commentary throughout all the clips, including

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“Whore! WHORE! WHOOOOORE!” during Montana’s breakup with her boyfriend over the phone. I love it. There’s also interviews with Melissa and Danny from New Orleans, and if that’s not reason enough for a spank-session then I don’t know what the hell is.

We had a lot of the Z100 JingleBall ppl staying with us this week. They gave out a bunch of extra tickets to us @ the desk but I couldn’t go. Woulda loved to though, I desperately want for Michelle Branch to look me in the eye and ask me if I’m happy now. Oooh-oooh-oooh.

I’m HATING that new Xtina ballad, btw. And the fucking video. Yeah, you have a whole lotta hair and you like to gesture big — we got it, already. The um, boobs are looking might mighty, tho. Where’d those come from? I didn’t know girls could gain a bunch of weight, slim back down, but keep the big boobs.

Allow me to take a second to holler back @ The Superstar over there. Bradford, being the flashy fag that he is, recently revamped his shit and kindly added this here site to his much-coveted list of linkage. I always take note of my referrals b/c it’s one of the highest compliments a blogger can offer. You’re an uberstar, YB, and I glady tip my hat back. I won’t even waste webspace pretending like I don’t check your damn blog every week (who the hell in this twisted little blogging community of ours DOESN’T?), I just hope you realize that linking to me is dragging your sophistication level down to like, worrisome degrees.

Alright winners, it’s Friday and it’s my damn day off so I should bust outta here. Randyboy dropped in and brought with him a plateful of home-baked, jelly-filled tea cakes with homeade orange icing glaze so I need to get on top of that shit immediately! (Pervs, I’m talking about the pastries, not the Boy. Although…)

Slightly Succumbing

December 9th, 2003

Ever have one of those nights where you’re sitting around your place, zoning out, and you can just FEEL yourself just losing touch with everything outside of you? I’ve been in the strangest mode for the past few days, it feels like it’s been for the past few years or something. I can’t sleep lately. I’ll get home from work just after midnight and stay helplessly wide-awake till like, 6 or 7am. I feel like a zombie, or like I’m just going insane. Agitated and aimless, just stricken with insomnia and depraved of any conclusive thoughts…. just zoning in and out, sitting in silence, and comprehending random things that do me no good and only make me feel bad: Twenty-four going on twenty-five. Lease Renewal/Rent Increase in 2004. “You have no messages”. Student loans. Dirty dishes. Out of milk. No trip to London. I don’t look like my headshots anymore. No clue what’s going on in my little sister’s life. Non-actor. Mastercard bill. Alone on Christmas. Why are you still awake???

I watched some reruns of that Bravo reality show “The It Factor“, where they follow 12 up-and-coming, struggling actors in NY and LA. Fucking depressed the hell out of me. The only one of them who ever got anywhere was that one guy Godfrey (who I actually know from around the way). I think about how much it would suck to be chosen to be on the TV show b/c they feel you have the “It” Factor… yet you STILL didn’t manage to get anywhere. Am I wasting my time? Is it better to just fall into obscurity and avoid being just another “could’ve been”? WHAT THE HELL DO I REALLY WANT? and why do I feel like I stopped looking for it.

I don’t like thinking this way. And I don’t like posts like this one.

In lighter news: Kyle made me a present and it fucking warmed my heart. See for yourselves. No, you are not imagining things: YES! He went there… and I love it. Good times.

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Just A Reminder

December 8th, 2003

December 25, 2003. Christmas Day. Gloomy London windowsills, flying children, a spunky pixiesprite, Tiger Lily, Coldplay’s “Clocks” playing in the background, rowdy little orphaned bastards, eternal youth, human limb amputation, a magical/pedophile-free Never-Neverland (unless you count the dirty pirates chasing the innocent little boys), mermaids, swordfights, a mischevious boy wonder.

I. CAN’T. WAIT.
You have no idea, people. No idea at all.

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My So-Called Flurry

December 7th, 2003

Work flew by this evening. A hotel guest who I’d helped out last month checked back in tonight, and she brought me chocolates! I was on my break when she came in, but on the box was a ribbon and a cuteass note thanking me for everything and wishing me happy holidays. As small and simple a thing as it was for her to do, it about had tears welling up in my eyes. God bless you, Miss V, not only did you make me the envy of all the kids @ the desk this evening but you also just plain made my night. Consider yourself upgraded to our best deluxe room for life.

I’m getting slightly annoyed with everyone asking me what I’m doing for Christmas. Money’s not flowing as abundantly as I’d like, not on my end or my parents’ end, so I’m gonna be doing the holidays on my own this year. It’s not a huge deal, but everyone acts so horrified and sympathetic when I tell them. “Oh my God! Chris! You have to do SOMETHING! You can’t be by yourself on Christmas!” Like it’s awful and sad and dangerous or something. I guess I don’t see it that way at all, it’s just a day. Least that’s what I tell myself so it won’t bug me. Yes, I’d love it if I was spending it with my family in Texas, or with a huge bunch of friends in somebody’s apartment uptown, or with anybody other than coworkers and random strangers. And I’ll probably be the only person walking around outside on Christmas, just hanging and not doing anything in particular. It’s all kizza. I don’t have to be sitting in a room with my loved ones to feel them with me, and it’s just a day. Just a day, you know?

So, I know we haven’t seen the worst of the snow yet and by no means am I asking for more anytime soon — dudes, I remember last February all too well — but I’m kind of enjoying the snowy weather. Puts me in a festive mood. No one was much around when I came out of the train station tonight and so I had myself a merry little jaunt — picture me doing my little whiteboy shuffle and singing myself all the way home. Picture me SPARKLING. Heh. Musical theater geeks, holla if ya hear me. (I know all ya’ll bitches do the same thing!) Mock me and be doomed, dammit.

Spriteboy Sings

Thank God for fleece blankets and for the My So-Called Life DVD box set — both of which are have been keeping me safe and warm during the past week. It’s all about Rickie, Angela, Jordan, Sharon, Brian, and Rayanne up in here. They’re so beautiful it hurts to look at them.

“How did you die?”
“I froze.”

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Tomfoolery

December 6th, 2003

Tom: “White Christmas”
Sprite: Is it on???
Tom: On tape. Liking this musical… making me gay?
Sprite: No, it makes you American.
Tom:
Sprite: By the way, my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard.
Tom: damn right, its betta than yours. i could teach you. but i’d have to charge
Sprite: hee!
Tom: that is the song. my friends almost crashed the car in the ice to that song last nite
Tom: it was beautiful and did you walk in it?
Sprite: yes last night! i had a carefree snowball moment.
Tom: awwww
Sprite: yeah.
Tom: stop hitting those crippled kids thou
Sprite: no it’s fun b/c they can’t run away too fast.
Sprite: they just kinda keel over and take it like a bitch.
Tom: “Tiny Tim don’t come around here no mo! This is my house, Dickensian Beyotch!”
Sprite: crippled kids are lame.
Tom: hahaha. nice pun
Sprite: i try
Tom: …and usually fail
Sprite:

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