Tiff

If I were offended, it wouldn't last very long. I understand your reaction, it's instinct in a way. You feel as if she's disgusted by you, by homosexuality, but the more you thought about you, you realized that wasn't the case. More than anything, if it were me, I would have bristled at the comment, asked her to maybe clarify and then go from there. However, I'm with you on being disgusted when a couple make out in public, straight or gay or what have you. It's just too in your face and people are forced to watch, like a bad car wreck, lol. But what people do on their own time, their preferences, and so forth, it is what it is.

HAHAHAHAH, I'm sorry, that just made me laugh too hard. Thanks for that, lol.

Ms. Southern Bell, lol. No, not innocent at all, dear Krista. lol. We've seen your ways! You can't lie to the members of GA! I think seasons can dictate how we act, but weather and temperature and what goes on during that season such as holidays and what not, it can influence how you feel emotionally and mentally, as well as hormone fluctuation and whatnot. Lol, I'm sounding so scientific right now, lame! But in general, I have no preference. It's a totally 'go with the flow' thing and see what happens. I've had times where I was in total control and then a few hours later, we'd switch it up and he'd have control. The back and forth, the change in mood, such as playful and rough, to slow and more passionate, was really fun.

Denial is a scary thing, because he can literally trick himself into a different fantasy world and when the time comes and reality hits for the second time, he'll be so lost in the denial that he won't be able to handle it. He may lose it or do something terrible. It would be hard to get through to someone like that with just words. He's Australian, so he's not living in the US, then? I guess just keep talking to him, look for hints, and just support him. Easier said than done of course and words can only do so much, but for now, that's the limit.

I'd have to agree. Outside factors that induce sweating, such a humid days or saunas irritate me and make me cranky, that I could hardly enjoy making out in that environment. Although in theory it sounds hot, but in reality, not so much, at least for me.

The Giver was a great book. I remembered reading that in the 7th or 8th grade. Back then I wasn't much into reading, but now that I think about the book, it holds more meaning. When I read that, I remembered thinking "what is up with this dude?". But he was very messed up and the ending supported that in a way. Only now I would appreciate this book more and the problems of the character. My life-changing book (I can't say a book has really changed or impacted me enough--yet) would be The Road. It's a good story about how people survive and step up to the challenge and horrors of what life becomes and somehow making it out alive. Or living another day. Great thing to read when you're feeling down and don't want to get out of bed, but know you have to because you have responsiblities and others rely on you.

I have a beat up Integra about ten years old and it has scratches, makes really loud weird noises, has a hole on top that I never noticed (although it doesn't leak water), and the gear shifter gets stuck between park and reverse--but I love him all the same. Yes, him, he is called Jackson. When I get through tough spaces or brake in time, I always kiss my fingers and press it to the steering wheel, thanking Jackson. LOL, we spend so much time together driving, commuting, running errands, and he's always there for me or tries to be--getting me through bad traffic, avoiding accents, my first ticket, sucky weather conditions--we rely on one another. I have odd attachments to my car. Now I use my Mom's Mazda for my commute. Better headlights hugs the road better, but I don't have as strong of an attachment. I have named her Angela though and I also thank her during some tough driving moments with a kiss. I complain about my car a lot of the time, but not so sure I'd be ready to trade it in for a very, very long time.

I'm the same way; I totally hate change. When I saw the new layout, I was like "Wtf, where do I go???" but after a few more times, I got used to where everything is and thought the page looked a lot more livelier. And the status thing is cool and fun to read. As for the pictures, there are a bit in your face. I agree with some of the voters that it would increase the visibility of the album/gallery, but it's kind of forced upon you. Since a lot of people like it, I think it'd be cool if there was an option to turn it off in personal settings in the future, or just place it to the side, so it's not the very first thing we see, sort of like the status thing. And as a last option, just not have it there at all. It feels like a distraction. I come to the forums to check out something and I see these pictures, and go, "Oooh, look that him. He's cute!" and end up clicking on pictures, forgetting why I came to GA in the first place! See, a distraction! Either way, everything looks great!

Hot Mike, why are you so cute? Pole dancing, huh? I knew you had it in you, you little weirdo who color codes his shirts in his closet. Mixed Asians rarely get light eyes. Those damn Asian genes just are too f**king dominant, LOL. Btw, glad you're meeting new people and going out all the time, even if your funds are depleting rapidly. Go out and have fun! Summer fun started, huh? That means you're even busier! I agree with Mike L.; make sure you don't burn out. Try to get some rest.

It seems that the authors sometimes have the easy job of just writing, but everyone else puts in a lot of effort to make the whole thing come together and then posted online. So first I'd have to thank my editor Frances (Dalmania) for putting up with my long and often wordy style of writing. ANd having to delete, edit, and correct the same problems I've had ever since we started working together. That takes patience and I greatly appreciate it. Then they're my beta readers, Mike (Meeko) and Pete (YaP). I'm grateful that the two of them can tell me if something sucks or not, or point out areas where I might need improvement. Or even at times to give me encouragement and insight to whether or not other readers would enjoy the material as well. Lastly, thanks to the Tech Support and all the Admins for keeping things together, making this website possible, and just being there for the authors who want to have a voice, or just to engage in an online community/network where we can just be ourselves.

I have no knowledge on computer shit, but Eric seems to know what he's talking about, so go with that. And as Drewbie had stated, use a flash drive. I have one of those just for my stories since everyone in my family more or less shares the computers and my laptop when my sister comes for a visit. Sorry my phone was on the fritz last night. Bad rainy weather and horrible service. Verizon being the best network, yeah, my ass! You have been having a rough week. I hope the issues work itself out soon enough and in the meantime, enjoy your moody drama queen, you cradle robber.

Yeah man, write an autobiography. I bet there was some seriously funny shit in that quick flash of life that should be documeneted. Probably some mistakes and regrets too, huh? Lol. I'd buy that memoir or whatever.

NaperVic: Well, it

I've been borderline obsessed for the past two weeks. I don't like it. It's a horrible feeling. I'm not sure which is worse: passing through life without really registering anything or anyone, OR emotionally latching onto a random person and being consumed by them. I'm thinking the former is a better option, since I won't have to deal with this obsession! Obsession blows chunks! My thoughts are constantly on this guy and I get moody just thinking about him. It's disgusting and I really dislike it and I want it to go away RIGHT NOW! What's even worse is that I met this guy one time! Yes, one time! How is it humanly possible to get obsessed/infatuated after one stinking meeting?!? Can anyone tell me the answer to that?? OK, let me rewind and give some backstory, since this sounds like a massive ball of confused ramblings. About three weeks ago I rushed to see my mother since she said she was feeling ill and she sounded scared on the phone. Anyway, I postponed work for a week and just stayed with her, but I was bored out of my mind since she didn't really do much other than sleep and shuffle around aimlessly. That led to me posting a platonic ad on craigslist. It wasn't even requesting anything, more like ranting how much I hated my friends for being busy and having lives, how it sucked to be bored, etc. But I got a bunch of responses. This one guy wrote a couple emails, we exchanged numbers. He texted me once, but after that I kind of forgot about him. Then a few days later he texted again and asked to meet up. I was already busy that week, so I suggested the upcoming weekend. He agreed. Fast forward to the weekend and I had no idea what to expect. I was sort of blah about the whole meeting since we didn't talk via email or phone at all, so I was wondering if I was meeting up with a lame ass. I know internet meetups are dangerous, but we met at the Starbucks on my college campus, and it's a really busy area in general. And I know that place so well, I could easily make a run for it. Anyway, I didn't know what the guy looked like, except that he was Asian, because of his last name. He was a bit late looking for parking so I sat inside Starbucks, texting my friend and reading emails on my phone, when I see this tall Asian guy looking inside, looking confused and hesitant, and reaching for his phone. So I waved and voila, there we were. At first, I wasn't obsessed with him. I mean, yeah, he looked good, but I wasn't sure if he was boring as hell. So we had lunch, went to the mall because he needed clothes for an upcoming trip, and that's when I started to look a little more. And after we parted ways, thus began the obsession. It wasn't just about his looks either. I'm really not that shallow. But my mother is ill. And his father is ill. Our lives seem kind of parallel and it was a bit shocking to meet someone in my exact situation. I guess besides his pretty face, it would be nice to talk to someone and have them truly understand, rather than just nodding sympathetically and merely pretending to understand. I've had enough of that over the years. I nicknamed him Hot Guy to everyone I talk to him about. We haven't hung out again and I'm pretty sure we won't. I already deleted his number because I'm that positive we won't hang out again. It makes me a little sad though, and I feel a little crazy missing someone I just met once. But the real thing that bugs me I guess is how people just drift in and out of your life, a passing glance, a few chats, and then they're gone, and all you're left with is a memory. Just makes me realize how big and isolated this world is and how insignificant I am and how weak the connections I have with people really are, and just...I don't even know anymore. I did text him twice to hang out, but the first time he had plans in the city, the second time he was jammed up at work. Half of my other male friends said that was a brush off, the other half said he was probably just busy. However, even I think it was a brush off, because I'm realistic, not optimistic, but that doesn't make the suck factor of the situation any less suckier. Not to mention he was totally out of my league. You can just tell sometimes. But this is a website full of guys: that was definitely a brush off, right? For anyone who read all of this, thanks for putting up with my boring, whiny, and umm, desperate rant...You are insanely awesome and I need to be more like you.

Happy Birthday...and I do agree that Corvus is the Asian doll of GA...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

Thanks so much for the birthday wishes everyone! Sure, it's another reminder I'm getting old and perhaps have nothing to show for in life, but it's nice to have a thread for my big day on GA. Btw, thanks to Drewbie for creating it. LOL, wild party...umm, sitting at home watching The Office on DVDs. Does a one person party count?? I'll crush you with my man arms in the future, beware kid. Thanks for reminding me that I'm old. My only solace is that you're older. Hey, Conner! Glad you enjoyed some of the short stories. Thanks for the bday wish/post.

I love cloudy days. I've always loved them. I think I like the mood it creates, slightly sad, slightly thoughtful, and it gives you a chance to think. On sunny says, people want to be happy and smile and all that blah, blah crap. Today it was on and off cloudy. I bought some groceries and coffee and sat outside, people watching. It's rather fun. I never understood why my dad would sit for hours in Taipain or Fay Da in Chinatown just sipping coffee and watching people. But it's really fun and you get to stare at people and fill in the blanks. Is it bad that I'm eager to go home? Sure, it's freezing on the East Coast and I heard from my friend it's supposed to snow. I pray that my flight won't be delayed because it's already a super long flight back to the city. But I'm ready to go back. Paradise is only fun for so long, but then I miss the routine and responsiblity of daily life. And my mom misses me and needs help. Help that my father cannot provide and it's frustrating because I'm all the way over here, totally useless. But I did manage to reassure her over the phone and promised to take care of things as soon as I'm back. I've even made lists of the things I have to do as soon as I'm home. I have sickness I tell ya, a deep sickness. :wacko: Another note: I'm tired. I'm exhausted. I'm moody. I'm bored. I declined my sister's offer to spend time with her because I saw her yesterday, and she has a tendency to never stop moving, making herself and others (ME) exhausted. Plus I'll be seeing her tomorrow and on my last day of my trip. My hotel is in a great location, but my first night I had a middle aged to older woman hacking up a lung. I'd be well on my way to lala Dream land, and *GIANT DEATH INDUCING COUGH* by said lady, I jolt awake. The next day: I have a sex crazed couple who smokes pot. My current next door roomie: a guy who is very, very loud in whatever he does, including unpacking. I am sleep deprived. Add some early morning construction, around 5 or 6 AM...and I'm having homicidal thoughts...again. I'm no stranger to loud noises. I live near a firehouse in NYC, but that's familiar. This is...different. Even worse, last night someone tried to get into my room. I'm hoping they were either drunk or confused and got the room numbers wrong, but the room numbers are awfully large. Thankfully, I bolted the door, but it still freaked me out a bit. Then the loud guy next door, I was afraid he would bust into my room, considering Mike was able to get inside their room. Why have rooms that connect? Why, why, why?!? The sun has gone down. I plan on walking around for a long time. The nights are so pleasant here, like the summers back home for me. And it's nice to experience summer, but earlier. I'm also on the 11th floor. It's high up. Cool to look out the little balcony they have on each floor. I wish I had rappelling gear. I wish I knew how to rappel. I'd strap on my harness and crap and fly down the building. I was tempted to do the same thing a few years back at my college. It had a huge window and a long drop. This is a tell tale sign that rampant boredom is setting in, if I'm contemplating these kinds of activities. I hate heights... I'm out for my walk in Paradise now. I wonder who my next door hotel roomie will be this time...

The guy in the room next to mine was smoking pot last night. No doubt about it. I was wondering where that smell was coming from. At first I thought the windows becauses the windows in this hotel are weird and don't really close, so it's always kind of loud. But then I passed by the adjourning doors, and the smell really hit me and I knew. I was thinking, "Hmm, what a nice way for me to fall asleep." And I think the guy had the TV on all night long or had a girl come in at some point. I was in and out of sleeping, for whatever reasons. I was so tired, and assed out around 10 P.M. but it would be much later for me in NY. That might explain why I kept waking up at funny hours. I'm still working with the jet lag. The Turd is supposed to come pick me up to go hiking, umm, over an HOUR ago, but I figure he's still sleeping because he's been having crummy sleep for the past few days, and I don't want to disturb him. We can always go hiking another day. I'm thinking of using his tardiness to my advantage and crashing again. But instead I'm talking to this guy and sort of breaking up with him. He's older and so serious and planned our freaking marriage before we even went on more than ten dates! It's creepy, so as soon as I felt those feelings of doubt come in, I had to ride with it, and I broke it off. Not too sure if we can remain friends, but how many exes remain friends, right? It sucks, but that's how life goes. Nonetheless, it was still an experience to learn from, so I won't really let it get me down. This is life, and it's a shit hole sometimes. Like, a giant septic tank exploding over my head...ok, maybe not that drastic, but you get the idea. Anyway, I'm in Hawaii now and I'm having a great time. The weather is loads better than what I was dealing with. It's super hot and sunny during the day, but breezy and pleasant at night. Perfect. We haven't really done much other than hit a billion malls, Mike did massive shopping, I had fun dressing the pretty boy up in all these shirts and sweaters. I went to work with him, but just sat around using his laptop to write a random short story. Oh, but Mike and I did walk into the hotel room next door to us. At one point, he was completely inside and I locked the door, but I quickly let him back into my room when he swore he heard keys. All I heard was: "Tiff let me in. Tiff let me in. Tiff, LET ME IN!" And Mike has been letting me drive his car. I don't think my style is much different than his, just a tad more aggressive. I did almost miss the Kinau exit off the freeway, but I made it by speeding ahead and cutting off the guy behind us. Mike said he was on the verge of dying, but come on now, what's the big deal? Like I said, I made the exit. Jeesh. Some people. Not too sure what else we have planned for the remainder of the trip, but I just like getting away for a bit. Btw, I hate flying. I really thought I was going to vomit myself on the plane ride. Four hours for the first flight, eight hours for the next one. And the eight hour one had a bumpy landing, so for those twenty minutes, I was breathing heavily and sweating like a beast, praying we would land soon, or calculating how fast I could make it to the bathroom to spew my guts out. It would be hard since I was in the middle seat between two other ladies. When I come home I plan to post a new story, completed, just not edited entirely. Nothing amazing, but the banner Steve made is pretty damn awesome. So if the story is total crap, at least look at the mad cool banner he made. Kudos to him. I'm hungry. I'll either walk somewhere to get food or finally wake up Mike. My phone battery is dying, and I left my charger at home. I really wish I remembered how to walk to his house...

Happy Birthday, dude! Don't worry about getting another year older, you know you'll look good: you wear sunblock. LOL. Have a great day and celebration!

Did anyone see this youtube video? I'm sure many of the youtube addicts have. My best friend showed this to me a few days ago and I could not stop laughing over how cute it was. I saw the rockettes at Radio City around THanksgiving when my sister flew in from California. And it was a great show...now in the 12 Gays of Christmas basically make their own little Rockette dance. Anyway, if anyone wants to check it out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BSedhEoutP0 Hope everyone had a great Christmas and that no one went off the deep end after seeing relatives. I had a surprisingly good time at my Aunt's But the drama free atmosphere could be due to the fact that my uncle's girlfriend no longer comes to any family gatherings since she almost got into a fist fight with my aunt. My father had to hold back his sister. And to think I chose that year to go snowboarding and thus missed the greatest would be catfight of 2004. To this day, it is still my biggest regret in life. And with that...2009 is right around the corner. SIGH. Anyone have interesting plans? Because I sure don't.

You're kinda pretty....maybe wear some eye makeup and enhance your good looks, hotstuff. Have fun on your trip. I know you're mad excited, and for your sake, I hope you get to see snow. ANd I hope it doesn't melt away before you get there, or a huge snowfall comes just as you arrive safely. Hope your mom enjoys the trip as well.

Hmm...I'm not really sure what's in Hawaii. Nothing and no one special... It's a totally random thing. It's not like I'm planning to meet some whiny guy who loves chocolate.... Guess what? My sister and her bf might be going around the same time I am. Talk about a coincidence. But it kinda sucks. She's going to try to get me to hang out with them ALL THE FREAKING TIME! And if you think I'm crazy, you have to meet my sister. You don't know maniacal crazy until you've met her...

LOL, actually the class wasn't bad. The instructor was nice and funny and it went by fast. All that complaining for nothing...

Ever wake up in the morning in such a pissy mood that you would rather crawl under a rock and just die? That's how I felt this morning. For one thing, I'm not a morning person, although lately I'm proud to say that I'm no longer exhibiting nocturnal behavior, such as going to sleep at 5AM and actually waving my father off as he heads to work, like a normal functioning being. I was supposed to have an interview today, but I'm staying with my mother in Jersey. I didn't feel like driving into Manhattan, since that's a total bitch and takes more time. Then that leaves public transportation. However, that's just as assholic as driving in, especially when there's construction, and they shut down the bus depot. By the time I head to the other one, I'd be late! Grrr! So here's what I did: I called my mom and said, "F**K it!" I went home, after getting a nice cup of Kona coffee mixed with hot chocolate, my favorite. YUM. And I asked the woman if I could reschedule my interview. I probably blew my chances of getting that job, then again, you never know the generosity level of people. Yet all is well, for now at least. It turns out that the job I interviewed for last week got back to me, and if the final interview goes well, I'm pretty much hired. I should be happy, because I wanted that job. The employers are totally cool, laid back jetsetters. I would have a really flexible schedule, and easy job taking care of their house or running their errands. But I'm one of those messed up people, that whenever I get something I want, I decide I don't want it anymore. What is wrong with me? Am I one of those people like just like the hunt, the chase, the search, whatever it may pertain to? I'm thinking I am, because this guy I'm talking to, as soon as he started to indicate he liked me back, I'm kind of edging away. GAHHHHH! SIGH....I'll get over myself in a few days. I'll take that job so I can save up more money to travel. And ironically, the start date of this job is right after I get back from Hawaii. Not bad. OK, enough of my ramblings about jobs and coffee and my numerous mind issues. :wacko: I have my defensive driving course tonight and tomorrow. It's two consecutive evenings, probably lecture style or something. Dear God, help me to not fall asleep. I'm so bitter about that ticket still and that assface lawyer who didn't help me. I just know that when I sit in the course tonight, I'll be staring hard at the detective teaching it, and think: DIE, DIE, DIE!!! It's really awful to think that, since he wasn't the one who gave me the ticket, and I was in the wrong by speeding. Nonetheless, bitterness and self-pity usually reigns, so "DIE, DIE, DIE" thoughts it shall be. Wish me luck.