Pigs Are Flying
March 13th, 2009 / No commentsI’ve given into wheat bread now. Not white-wheat. Actual whole grain wheat. It really is better.
Imagine that.
Shame Issues
March 12th, 2009 / No commentsLittleBigChris: hi hi!!
OtherKyle: hello there
LittleBigChris: just got home. such a nice day out today
OtherKyle: it is cold as sin here today
LittleBigChris: see i like to think of sin being warm. and tingly.
OtherKyle: i think of it more as freezing someone in liquid nitrogen
LittleBigChris: you have shame issues
OtherKyle: hehe
Sick
March 11th, 2009 / 1 comment »Left work @ noon today. Came home to rest in bed, just cuz I’m still feeling under the weather. Mom called and talked to me for a bit. She told me Dad just recently started taking Zoloft, on our family doctor’s suggestion. Apparently he’s been an emotional mess for awhile now and feels like he can’t deal with his anger. I can’t really explain how this makes me feel… sad. Worried. Scared. Annoyed… annoyed cuz I guess I feel like taking antidepressants without doing the work first is just, I don’t know. Lazy? Why doesn’t he try talking to somebody, like a pastor or a friend or a therapist even? Dad just always accepts things that are given to him, he never fights or challenges. I’ve been angry at him inside for a little while, it’s hard to put that away sometimes. I’m scared he’s gonna pull into himself and away from mom (again), and just stay that way — and just use the medication as an excuse. Truth is, tho, I don’t know everything Dad is going through. I need to let him know I love him and am here for him. That’s the best i can do right now, I guess.
We leave for Spain 2 weeks from today. I’ve never been so ready to get away from my life before. Nothing’s wrong, but so much of it has me frustrated lately. Work especially. I love my job and am glad to have it, I just really need a break from helpless people asking me questions they already know the answers to, like “I know it’s snowing but my flight won’t be delayed will it?”
I’m tired.
Headache on 34th St.
March 10th, 2009 / No commentsWoke up this morning (ok, ok this afternoon) to an empty apartment, which was freaky and sad. Nick was a good boy and got up early to go to the gym on his day off, but for the longest time I just assumed he was in the bathroom. Maybe it was less of bad logic and more of the fact that I woke up feeling really groggy and out of it. Hit me out of nowhere. I’ve stayed in almost all weekend, just trying to avoid going out and spending money — I need to conserve all I can after that ridiculous Kindle purchase — but today I actually felt like staying in bed for a reason.
Nick got home and brought Krispy Kreme. He and I were determined to leave the apartment today and actually DO something ouside but all we could come up with was shopping on 34th Street, lunch @ Chili’s, and a movie (Taken). We ended up only doing the shopping cuz after about an hour or so I just felt too sick to trek it out to Jersey for my beloved Chili’s fix. My head was throbby, I had a mild fever, and my sinuses were acting up. I think at one point Nick was trying on shoes someplace and I just sat down on a bench and closed my eyes. We grabbed some quick KFC and took a cab home (thanks, Nick)… just cuz I was capable of withstanding a crowded, loud ride uptown on the A during rush hour.
What the hell happened to 34th Street, by the way? I know it’s always been a bustling shopping point but it used to have a more polished air about it. Shit, today it was just overrun with pushy panhandlers, obnoxious 11yr olds, rude sales people, and an army of those annoying “Hey guys, do you like comedy shows?” assholes. Even my headphones couldn’t drown the stupid out.
Nick and I came home and took a long nap together on the sofa. I ate crap all day and felt gross. Sooo in the mood to call out sick tomorrow.
Doodled
March 8th, 2009 / 2 comments »Look what one of my reader/watchers did:
It’s surreal to see somebody doing this. God bless him (Neal) for taking the time to do it, and for keeping me fresh-faced and youthful cuz Lord knows up close and personal is looking a bit ragged lately.
Owning / Posing
March 6th, 2009 / 3 comments »
I’m coming to an age now where many people in my peer group, some actual friends of mine even, are beginning to move into a new phase in their life. Some might even call the the Next Phase, like a phase we all are supposed to move into at some point. It’s a step I’m noticing quite a number of people taking and it’s a bit confusing and surprising to me at exactly HOW people suddenly aqquired the means to do so. I’m talking about folks my age and younger buying homes.
There’s a blogger I read (been reading him for years and years) who recently moved back to NYC and — ahem — bought an apartment with his boyfriend. Not just any apartment (cuz I get the feeling that a Harlem/Washington Heights place isn’t an impossible buy) but one in a very deluxe and upscale neighborhood downtown. In addition to this the 2 of them also own a weekend getaway house outside of the city, which of course they’ve redone completely in their very trendy, very fabulous and gay (read: not cheap IKEA) furnishings. They take lavish trips and vacations – - not just short ones but lengthy ones — and apparently live very expensive everyday lives here in NYC. A typical daily blog from him goes something like this: “Got up and ran @ Equinox, then met friends for breakfast @ Mercer Kitchen, worked, had lunch cocktails in Soho with Matt and bought a suit at John Varavatos after work. Gotta run back out for dinner with everyone @ Babbo later. I’m gonna wear my new Gucci shoes.”
WTF? Let’s break this down: a gym membership @ Equinox is practically theft, those bitches charge so much money — it ain’t cheap. Breakfast at Mercer Kitchen is easily a $30 ordeal, especially if you’re joining someone else. Soho drinks are some of the priciest you’ll find and happy hour isn’t until 5pm, so cocktails at lunch are expensive no matter where you go. A John Varavtos suit costs a small fortune and hello, BABBO books reservations 1 month in advance; it’s one of the priciest dinners in all of NYC. Don’t get me started on how much Gucci shoes will cost you. My point, winners, is that even WITHOUT the owning of 2 homes and LEAVING OUT the big international vacations, this is still an insanely expensive life and 6 or so short years ago this kid (who is only a few short years my elder) was blogging about raves and fashion school and his tattoos.
I don’t know many 30yr olds who have 30K saved up to buy anything, at least not any in NYC. I myself live a pretty wonderful life here, but shit man, I RENT my place cuz owning is just not possible. Hell, I could save everything I make for 3yrs and it sill wouldn’t be possible. But that’s just me an my situation. Not everyone is in the same tax bracket as I am. People are funny about money. It’s taboo and we’re not supposed to talk about it in our society. But I’m just curious… how? At what point did a life like this become financially possible to this blogger? Did a parent die and leave a major inheritance? Is the boyfriend from family money? Is this blogger in a shitload of debt? Did mom and dad agree to cosign the bank loans that would fund the home owning? None of these things would be embarassing or discrediting to his accomplishments, I certainly wouldn’t begrudge someone for having access to these kinds of lucky breaks. What I do have an issue with, tho, is the LEAVING OUT of these sorts of realities so that it appears you attained success on your own through perseverance and ambition. Marrying a spouse who has shitloads of wealth, or Mom and Dad fronting you the money for the down payment on your house isn’t the same thing as saving up everything for 7yrs and building a jumbo nest egg. It’s just NOT the same thing.
There. I said it.
Rowdy
March 5th, 2009 / No comments
After my episode @ Uniqlo, I needed to decompress. I called Meg and we chatted for a good hour or so, just me wandering around Chinatown in the drizzly weather, laughing out loud at the things she had to say and share. She’s so awesome and I just miss her so much on days like this. We hung up and I popped into this basement-level Asian massage place on Grand Street (stop the dirty thoughts, it wasn’t one of THOSE places) to get some foot reflexology. $28 for a 45 minute session. It was a little sketchy at first, of course no one there spoke any English but I mean, it was Chinatown so whatever. They took me into this dark room that was actually HUGE and lit dimly with those IKEA floor lamps, and I could see there were like 15 massage tables laid out in rows. Only a few of them were being used. They had me point out what I wanted off the price list (cute), clicked on some oriental mood music, and started my foot rub. WOW, it was amazing. I walked outta there feeling like my feet were putty. I’ve gotta get this done on a regular basis!
Grabbed a chicken ceasar salad from Cafe Duke on chowed down on the way home.
Garlic Knots
March 5th, 2009 / No comments
I’d be considerably thinner and wealthier if these weren’t so fucking good.
I have a little routine every morning when I’m getting read for work. I always tiptoe around the bedroom so I don’t wake Nick, but I like to lean against the windowsill while I’m putting on my socks, cuz the radiator is on and I get a nice warm surge. Today I actually set my socks down on the windowsill while I put my clothes on and HELLO, realized it’s like an instant “out of the dryer” toasty feeling on my feet! Yes I really am this excited about this discovery. When it’s 6:50am and you’re groggy and have a cold walk to the train ahead of you, it’s these little things that make you feel like God is hugging you.