Caipirinha

I know exactly what you mean. I seem to do the same thing with blogging sites. I jump from to the next to the next, staying while it's comfortable and until something better pops up. I'm really glad to have found GA because like I sad in the beginnig of my blog, sometimes it's nice to vent to perfect strangers. Anyway, here's hoping that GA stays 'Home' for a while.

So I pick up People magazine today intending to thumb through the Oscar red carpet while I was on break at work. I drop it on the desk in the office, flip it open, and the first picture I see is Ryan Seacrest ... getting his nails done. I can't say for anyone else, but I was amused.

Sometimes I honestly wonder if you two make these things up just to keep us reading ;-) Green - Hope you feel better quickly, and hope your ankle is only sprained and not broken. (Broken ankles are heinous.) Chaz - Enjoy catering to the boyfriend. I'm sure you can find some interesting ways to keep him occupied and feeling better. :-D

The grass is always greener. I've had people remark that they've paid hairdressers upwards of a hundred dollars to have perfect spiral curls like mine and I laugh and tell them I go out of my way to tame them down into loose waves. My hair will never be straight, which is a shame, because as I said before, the grass is always greener.

Do I get to look at it, as long as I don't grab it? I promise I won't go bragging, so will you let me have it? I rewrote the lyrics a little bit. Also, I'm a slut. Don't mind me. ;-D

People are interesting creatures, that's for darn sure. Glad you appreciate them :-)

This has nothing to do with anything, but you and my father share a birthday. Which makes me think maybe I should reconsider continuing talking to you. ;-) Kidding obviously. And p.s. if you flirt unconsciously, no amount of worrying over it and trying to catch yourself is going to fix it. Trust me, I'm very skilled at flirting shamelessly and completely by accident. Try as I might, I can't help it, I'm just a flirt. And there's really not a whole lot wrong with that. And I think following your gut and trying to break it to someone gently that you're not exactly interested in them is your best way out. However, if that fails, I suggest whippin out those bitch claws and make your point absolutely clear. :-D

In the eternal words of my old Italian Grandparents: " 'api brrday! " (she's so cute when she tries to speak English) and "Tanti auguri e un altri cento anni!" (Loosely translated "Happy birthday and another hundred years!" :-)

While I'm not sure that I entirely belive in marriage (read: want to get married) I'm fairly certain that if I ever did I'd keep my name. I mean Luigi O'McIrish just wouldn't sound right, you know? ;-)

First and foremost I think the prospect of Chaz having a blog is incredibly appealing. One can never have too much reading material. That having been said, I vote for seperate blogs. I don't know, I guess I've always considered a blog to be a more or less personal thing, even when it's published. It's your space to do with as you please. Plus, and I admit to this being completely illogical, Chaz is not Green, ergo it does not make sense for Chaz to be posting in Green's blog. Anyway, regardless of whether Chaz shares your blog or begins writing his own I'm very much looking forward to reading what he has to say. Have a good night, to both of you. -Luigi

Once again I feel the need to preface the actual with an apology, mainly because I live in a town filled with bonafide lunatics so most of the things that they say strike as more humorous or meaningful than quotes from th emost famous of celebrities. I assure you though, every single one of these is an honest to goodness quote, and I can provide references. "I told him, 'I almost wish you had a vagina so I'd know what to do!'" My friend Joanna on her level of inexperience with sexual matters concerning boys. "If the 'l' is silent why did they put it in the word?" My mother, Rosa, being sompletely confused by the pronunciation of the word 'Salmon'. "Look at your hand. Your palm is like the world and your fingers are like the people. Every one is different; some are taller, some are shorter, and some are fatter. But one isn't more important than the other and they only ever get anything done when they all work together."** My Grandmother, Maria-Grazia, on world affairs. She's a wise one that Nonna Graziella. "God damn it Nora! Would you stop telling people I'm a nun!" Sister Christina of St. John's Church, doing what she does best, making people smile. "When I was young, there were blimps." My Friend Maureen, reminiscing. "Pity us and a bowl of cavatelli!"** My mother, Rosa, when she is distressed. I know there is a million more, but I'll leave you with those for now. **Roughly translated from Italian.

If anyone ever gave me long stemmed artichokes, I would be forced to have sex with them. Repeatedly. For like a month. It's obviously a fantastic, novel, idea. Not to mention the fact that (stuffed) artichokes, bar none, are my favorite food. Add to that my strange visual obsession with them (I did a complete visual study of artichokes in colored pencil as an independant study art assignment in high school. Have you ever just cut one straight in half? The texture is amazing, not to mention the range of gemtone colors that form an actual artichoke, from the emerald green exterior to an amber center to a bright amethyst heart. They're spectacular!) and you start to understand why I would blindly devote my entrie life to sexually pleasing the person who gave them to me. Sorry that rant about artichokes was supposed to be neither that long nor that pornographic. And as for Valentine's day my friend Cindy and I fully intend to kill about 16 pounds of chocolate and a bottle of champagne the size of France itself. Who really cares how you spend it, so long as you're having a good time right? Well anyway, enjoy the favorite towel, and have a good night. :-) -Luigi.

Isn't it disgusting how good it smells? I'm pretty sure I came out of my nostrils the first time I smelled it.

(I'd also like to appologize for spelling appologize incorrectly 14 seconds ago. I'm an ass) (I'm still failing at spelling it correctly, so I quit. Have a good night :-)

(I'd also like to appologize for spelling appologize incorrectly 14 seconds ago. I'm an ass)

(I'd like to preface this comment by appologising for completely missing the important aspects of your entry and zoning in on this one) Be Delicious by DKNY. 'nuff said.

Actualized type: ENFP (who you are) Extroverted (E) 83.87% Introverted (I) 16.13% Intuitive (N) 55.26% Sensing (S) 44.74% Feeling (F) 55.26% Thinking (T) 44.74% Perceiving (P) 61.11% Judging (J) 38.89% ENFP - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 8.1% of total population. Preferred type: ENFP (who you prefer to be) Extroverted (E) 86.21% Introverted (I) 13.79% Intuitive (N) 55.56% Sensing (S) 44.44% Feeling (F) 57.5% Thinking (T) 42.5% Perceiving (P) 54.76% Judging (J) 45.24% ENFP - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 8.1% of total population. Attraction type: ENFP (who you are attracted to) Extroverted (E) 76.67% Introverted (I) 23.33% Intuitive (N) 55% Sensing (S) 45% Feeling (F) 52.5% Thinking (T) 47.5% Perceiving (P) 51.85% Judging (J) 48.15% ENFP - "Journalist". Uncanny sense of the motivations of others. Life is an exciting drama. 8.1% of total population. Interesting that I got that considering I'm a fairly classic Gemini, which is heralded as the 'messenger', 'town crier', or 'journalist' of the Zodiac. Coincedence? Hmm...

Yeah, this town isn't exactly conducive to settling or comforting my fears...

Amen. I'm glad things are starting to mend. :-)

Well apparently I spell like ass. Dalmation/Dalmatian same thing in my feeble little mind. And for the record, I did the same thing with "1000 years in a millennium" (which I'm still not sure I spelled correctly. I should probably stop failing first grade spelling if I ever want to get the rest of these...)

I haven't finished taking them yet, but I'm really upset that they won't accept my answers for certain ones like 101 D (I put 101 Dalmations which apparently is incorrect :-p) I do however plan on figuring every damn one of these out! Thanks for giving me more things to aimlessly waste hours of my life doing, I do appreciate it. ;-)

I have a feeling that alot of people are going to be playing arm chair psychologist for you in the coming replies to your post, so I feel a little less guilty for doing it. But I do just want to state that clearly I'm not a trained professional, and though I do seem to have a good track record with giving out advice, the possibility that what I am about to say could be the most usless garbage advice ever in the history of people meddling in other people's lives is there. You think. Alot. It's hard enough for humans to be reasonable as it is, but when they're angry, forget it. It seems to me that a person's first instinct when they have been hurt is to hurt whoever hurt them back. It's a pretty bad system, but most people seem to have adopted it. I know telling you not to take his comments to heart is pointless because, well, how can you not? But it seems to me like his motivation was to strike back by any means nescessary. He probably realized this would strike a chord with you, and that's why he used it against you. He also hopefully realizes how stupid a decision that was on his part, and regrets it deeply. People say ridiculous things that they don't (entirely) mean in fits of anger. Personally I would have taken infinitely more offense to it if he had said it casually in passing, like it was just common knowledge. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is really do some soul searching and asess the situation. Look at the fight itself, look at your motivations for doing what you did, and then look at his, look at your friendship, look at if you want to loose this person or not. I mean, I could be entirely off base here, but he did call Selene which makes me think that he was worried about you, which translates into him still caring. There's alot of things to think about, so get cracking. You calm down and clear your head. It's like I mentioned previously; it seems like a person's natural reaction to being hurt is to strike back. And while it's satisfying in the moment, it doesn't lead to a big picture solution. Take some time. Calm yourself down enough so that when you see him again your first instinct isn't to beat the snot out of him while verbally ticking off a list of why he fails at life. You talk to him. Maybe I'm a little too idealistic (or maybe it's that damn gemini in me), but I tend to believe that almost anything can be resolved by talking through it. Communication is key to all healthy relationships. Let him know how you feel, find out how he feels, appologize for what you regret saying or doing, and hope he does the same. You can gracefully accept (or reject) his appology if one is offered, and if it isn't you can't exactly force him to appologize, but you can express how hurt you are by his actions, which hopefully will give him something to think about. You're never going to know what he is thinking or feeling unless you talk to him. You (try to) forgive him. You said yourself that you can't forgive this one. I'm a bit conflicted because I want to be completely idealistic and scream at the top of my lungs anything can be forgiven and you can forgive anyone, but I would be a hippocrit, because I know exactly what it is like to want to forgive someone but being completely unable to do so. That's how I am with my father. I want to forgive him for the years of abuse he put us as a family through, I want to find it in myself to forgive him for that and be the better person, but (as of yet) I still can't. The cut is too fresh, the wound is too deep, and I just can't seem to. But I'm trying. Will I ever be able to forgive him for everything he has done? Hopefully yes, but the reality of the situation is probably no. But I am becoming more at peace with it. I don't just hang up on him anymore. I don't blatantly ignore him when I see him in public. No I'm not making any special effort to see him or talk to him, hell I still have a hard time having a civil conversation with him, but I'm trying. The last conversation I had with him included this little snippet which might be helpful: Him: "I guess now I have to live with the mistakes that I made for the rest of my life." Me: "Yes, you do." I didn't elaborate, I didn't go any further but it got me to thinking that he realizes what he did was wrong (maybe not completely but at least he doesn't blindly deny it and pass the blame off on us like he used to) and that's the most he can do. Now forgiving him is on me. That's something I have to do. And only time will tell if I can. And only time will tell if you can forgive your friend. Like I said before; the cut is too fresh and the wound is too deep, but maybe someday all that'll be left is a small scar in a good friendship. Anyway I appologize for being entirely too long winded, but I hope maybe some of this may help.

Being murdered by ghosts. The sad part about that is that I'm not even kidding, I'm actually petrified of being murdered by ghosts. (When you live in a town that's refered too as "that haunted town" by people from surrounding states ghosts become much more fact than fiction, I just happen to be terrified that some day one of them will murder me. I'm very very wierd. I know)

I guess it's one of those movies that you have to take for what it is. I liked it (then again I like everything) but I can completely see why you don't, and saying I wasn't let down would be a lie. I guess all the hype got me hoping for some earth shatteringly touching piece, and, for me at least, it wasn't. I think the majority of people who are talking it up are doing so because a gay love story is something incredibly alien to them. For someone like me, where two men falling in love is kind of like the sky being blue, it's not quite so shocking. I also think alot of the hype is because everything about the movie was mainstreamed. It wasn't meant to be just some movie that gathered a cult following, the actors had a lot to loose, so did the director. It was putting a lot out there. Jake Gyllenhaal himself said it in a lot of interviews that he was warned about taking that role repeatedly. Anyway, I guess the moral of the story is, don't worry to much about not liking it (or vehemetly hating it, which ever suits you better) and if it makes you feel any better, while everyone was swooning over their new found romance over the first half of the movie, I was a million and a half times more amused by the sea of sheep, so I completely understand how it feels to be the only one in the theatre reacting completely differently than everyone else.

"Change one mind, change the world." It's actually a quote from a commercial about HIV, but it essentially sums up how I've always felt about the subject. Also, I'd like to borrow a pearl of wisdom from my grandmother (she comes up with some doozies let me tell you); "You can't just walk into the second floor, you have to climb the stairs." It's very commendable to want to change the world. It's also very hard to do, especially on a topic that is white hot in a lot of societies. I guess what I am trying to say is not, don't try to change the world, but rather change something smaller first, even if it's just one mind. For one you'll need the practice, and who knows how big that snow ball will get once you start rolling it down the side of the mountain? With any luck you'll find some great center hiding right around the corner, praying for someone like you to finally come along and volunteer :-) And like I said, who knows where it will go from there?