Stuff is going on, I’m in a bit of a haze lately but I figured since this is a day of Thanksgiving, I’d be an asshole if I didn’t take a minute to go over a few things that I’m lucky to have in my life.

I’m thankful to the Apple people for creating the iPod.

I’m thankful that in addition to beautiful idiots, scary clowns, and high-maintenance preeners, Bravo has brought a rugged and oft-naked Ewan McGregor into my life every week.

I’m thankful that it only takes 23 minutes for me to get from my door to work, thanks to the express A train. It would suck if I had to switch to a local line or something, that would just fuck up the whole flow of mindless commute.

I’m thankful for cell phone text messaging. I can straightup message fools across the world in Nigeria while I’m waiting on the subway platform, this is insane. AIM-ready devices are fucking amazing sometimes, they’ve taken my antisocial-ism to new heights. I haven’t actually SPOKEN to anyone in months. I love it.

I’m thankful that my cancer ordeal was over as suddenly as it came and I didn’t need any chemo. Radiation therapy was like getting a tan every day.

I’m thankful that the employee’s @ Target get to wear whatever they want as long as it’s red and kahki. If you have to work retail, at least you get to rock big baggy cargo’s and fitted red tee’s up and down the Housewares section. I wore uniforms in high school, so I can appreciate this.

I’m thankful that the perks of my job have introduced me to places, people, and experiences that I probably never would have sought out or engaged with my time otherwise.

I’m thankful for my best friends, the new ones, the old ones — even the ones I hardly see. New York City would be unbearable and unenriched without them to wander into from time to time… and unbearable without people like her, too.

I’m thankful to the Tom Otterness on Broadway exhibit for almost wiping that cow bullshit of 2000 from my mind and making me like art again. The sculptures stretch from Columbus Circle to my uptown stomping grounds in Washington Heights — the bigass Fallen Dreamer head on 122nd is my favorite peice in the whole collection, but I think that’s just me overidentifying.

I’m thankful that I broke my acting fever. I came here to be an actor, I went to school for it, I actually got a lot of work doing it, and I quietly transitioned into a different place in my life. Being a 25yr old struggling actor obsessed with “making contacts”, new headshots, the inevitable move to L.A. would just be a nightmare for me. I proved what I wanted to prove to myself, and I’m happy there are other things in life that make me happy too.

I’m thankful I can buy all the Got2B Spa products online @ Drugstore.com. The Salt Craving Body Scrub and the Cucumber Chamomile Mango Peel Masque are the shit.

I’m thankful that I’ve been acting like a dork lately over somebody I’m crushing on, hardcore. Acting on it, playing it cool, failing to play cool and just being a smitten nerd, I’m all over the place with my affections… and shit man, it feels good to be there after all this time. Ya’ll know what I mean.

I’m thankful for Netflix. Do I even need to begin singing the praises? They just lowered their rates, too, which means there is no reason for you not have a subscription. Get on that mess.

I’m thankful that no matter how offmark I get, I always find a way back to who I am. The versions of me change, and sometimes I momentarily self-downgrade, but I never stay lost for too long. This is a big deal for a guy as neurotic as I’ve been my whole life.

I’m thankful that Chantal Kreviazuk recorded “In This Life” the way she did, cuz when I’m alone on the A train @ 3am, you can best believe that the 2 of us wail that shit from the top of our lungs. Damn anthems are not dead.

I’m thankful for everyone who reads this website, however often or seldomly they do. When did I become one of those annoying bitchass bloggers (let me finish!) who update once a fucking month?, boring everyone and leaving my readers to wonder when the hell I got all evasive and uneven. Does my love of creating distance know no motherfucking bounds? Damn, dudes. Sorry. Life just seems to be tons more real when I’m actually doing it as opposed to writing about it… I think somewhere between accepting that fact that I can’t have somebody so far away (doesn’t anybody stay in one place anymore?) and, well, accepting MANY facts, I’ve started to re-embrace myself in general. And life has quickly started to get interesting.

I’m thankful for the nearing close to this very grown up year I’ve had, I have a feeling good things are coming. I’ve spent too much of this year scattered and undone; it’s time to clean things up around here. Nice guys usually finish way better than last, anyway.

It was Halloween yesterday. I didn’t see a single person wearing a full-out costume. A girl I hardly know from work was sideswiped by an oil tanker and burned alive in her car on the way home. Her name was Sandy.

We’re picking a new leader tomorrow. I don’t know a single person who isn’t anxious over it. For the first time in my adult life I’m grasping how important those few moments you spend in the voting booth really are, how important a lot of small moments really are.

Today felt kind of secret and soothing. I walked around for a long time before and after work today, just looking around. The city was especially beautiful — quiet and serene and glowing with a soft golden hue, it seemed. One of the most gorgeous days I’ve seen all year. I didn’t take pictures, so ya’ll are just have to take my word for it.

Day One and November kind of has me feeling conflicted already.