NEW



well with the blink of an eye, and the crossing of an ocean, life changed all over again...

suddenly i was surrounded by a population who spoke differently than i...suddenly, after 26 years of looking one way before i crossed the street now i had to look the other way...suddenly all the money in my wallet looked unfamiliar...suddenly i had to ask for directions again...suddenly the tv shows all seemed strange and different...suddenly the drivers of cars all sat in the right hand side...suddenly i was starting over...

and as scary as that might seem to those who read this, i welcomed the change with open arms!

suddenly my craving for something new and unfamiliar was satisfied...suddenly my yearning for new faces was met...suddenly my desire for different surroundings felt fulfilled...suddenly my search for something stimulating felt reached...

those who know me know that i don't settle for anything but extremes, its' always been how i built my life...and this move was no exception.

a new smile is upon my face...a new spunk in my step...a new desire to learn everything about my new home buzzes in my brain...

no one's denying it's difficult to leave things behind...but i needed to start making decisions that were best for me...and for that little white and furry fella whose picture you see at the top of this entry...and whose arrival i anticipate like a billion child's anticipation of christmas morning...

next time you're faced with something unknown and unfamiliar...consider the other side...what can you gain from it? how will it fulfill you? will you be a better person because of it?

then jump and go for it!!

Britney Spears - Break The Ice official full length video

miss spears has decided to go digital for her new single "break the ice". while this is one of my favorite tracks off her "blackout" album...i'm not entirely sure what's happening in this video...hmmm, thoughts? i've heard that she was going for a "toxic" feel to the video...but it's meaning is a little harder to decipher than 'toxic's' message...it may take a few more viewings before i fully comprehend brit-brit's point!

but no one can call her unoriginal!!

PLEATHER IS THE NEW BLACK...














so my girl jenna is the newest and latest celeb to jump 'board the "Peta train", only this time she's wearing clothes!!!


sorry boys; but miss jenna (who has recently announced at the Adult Film Awards that she is officially retiring from the porn 'biz) is the new face of Peta's "pleather yourself" campaign (take note of the pun on the word "pleather/pleasure...") so i guess some will find it suiting that she's being once again associated with the act of "pleasuring" oneself, seeing as how she's built an entire empire around it!!

"pleather yourself" is a fresh and original take on Peta's anti-fur campaign, advertising "pleather" (aka the once considered outfit material of sluts and skanks alike) as the new alternative to its animal UN-friendly leather counterpart.

i applaud mizz jameson for taking an active role in the fight for animal rights, especially one as unique and so often overlooked as this one; this one being the fight against 'leather'. so many of us purchase leather belts, and shoes without even considering that leather is almost as bad as buying fur...it's just not as 'in your face' as fur is...but it's still something that hopefully (maybe even with the help of Peta's new campaign) will someday soon be abolished.

Peta is offering up "pleather" as one of the many alternatives to leather goods; i don't think they expect any of us to throw away whatever leather they have hanging in their closets, especially since this little vegetarian can't afford to go out and purchase a whole new wardrobe's worth of black dress shoes and belts!!

but one thing is for sure; you can bet that i'm going to start searching far and wide for more animal friendly "pleather" alternatives...even ones that aren't for the bedroom...

rowwwwrrrr!!

RANDOM THOUGHTS FROM A BORDER-LINE ADHD PERSONALITY...


a. sooo the oscars are on tonight, and despite almost being cancelled due to the catastrophic writers strike that had impeded hollywood-land and all it's happenings, the show will go on!!

little lesbian ellen page, who just happens to be a hali-grown native, is up for best actress for her role as a pregnant teen-ster in the fabulously lovable comedy "Juno"...i and the rest of nova scotia are crossing our fingers for you mizz page; clean the floor with those pretentious hollywood bitches!!!

b. saw a fantastic (and free) concert last night; Canadian rockers/blue grass/crooners/country stars "blue rodeo" graced the stage of the metro center last night in halifax: and fuckin' rocked the shit outta the place, might i add! those guys may be pusing 60 but they still know how to put on a bitchin' show! it was the second time i saw them live in my dear ol' city of origin, and like the first time you have sex, were even better the second time around!!

the fabulous and lovely miss laura had been given tickets that her aunt had won over the radio, and decided to invite lil' ol' me along for the ride! something about a free concert, that makes it so much more enjoyable; maybe it's the lack of "pressure to have a good time" when you didn't pay anything to walk through the doors? hmmm...

c. my lover, and future roommate miss carolyn power leaves for the UK tomorrow...and i'm a little upset that i'm (myself and jet, that is) aren't leaving at the same time; for those of you who aren't aware, carol (as i sometimes call her) and i met in the far, faraway land of Fort Kent while studying to become teachers. we fell in love, slept together a few times, and have remained very close friends! (well, it went something like that...) and we are now moving to jolly ol' England together for work and other sorts of debauchery!

as much as i'd love to leave now instead of waiting another month, i know that it's much more feasible for me to be waiting; more time to work and thus save money to move with, and i'll be separated for less time from my dear jet...(who'll be joining me in the UK a few more months!)

d. why is it that when on the bus in halifax (aka the peasant wagon) we willingly give up our seats for fat people...excuse me, "overweight" people???? by allotting them special treatment (such as giving them our seats on the bus) aren't we encouraging them to continue to overeat??? we're basically reassuring them; go ahead and have that double extra carcus burger...don't worry, you may get fat, but at least you'll be treated better and pitied as a reward for your shitty eating habits... the only people who should have seats given up for them are those with small children, and those who suffer from a physical disability...not heffers who can't stop themselves from shoving junk down their throats!

e. i'm so compltely into amy winehouse's music these days, it's crazy!!!! at first i thought she was just kinda scary...but then i gave her music a chance and let me tell you; WOW!! she's fuckin' phenomenal!!!! i urge you all to seek out her music and obsess away!

there's nobody out there in the music industry today who has is doing what she's doing; she truly is a breath of fresh air...a somewhat 'troubled' breath, but a breath nonetheless! she's kinda "big band-ish", with a soulful and loungy feel to her voice...her '60's beehive hairdo is a throwback to the days of yore, that her voice complements perfectly.

favorites of mine include "valerie" featuring mark ronson, "back to black", and "love is a losing game".

xoxo

LOOKING AROUND...

as i sit here, a mere month (give or take) away from my date of departure, there's a lot going through my mind...how will i live without my jet for 4 months, how will i adjust to a foreign land, will i make friends, will i find a hot brit to call my own (snicker, snicker)...

then my mind wonders to larger, more pressing issues; will they like me, will i fit in, will i be able to live comfortably, will i love my schools, will i get hopelessly lost on the underground and have to call carolyn to come pick me up??!?! haha! k, the last one isn't totally a justifiably-worry!!

moving from the place that you've called "home" for oh so long is never going to be easy...there will always be feelings of melancholy, and a desire for the familiar...picking up and moving somewhere different is bound to be scary...but odly i'm not feeling plagued by these feelings of fear and uncertainty...i'm fuckin' stoked!!

the good thing is that i'm not going at it alone...plus i've done it before! and if i can do it, and 'do' the only other gay guy in a small town in northern maine...then i can do ANYTHING!!

as i look around the little town that has housed me and my lil' family for so many years, i'm suddenly struck with the oh so many things i'll miss about this silly little town; i'll miss the late night walks i've had in clayton park through it's winding and undiscovered pathways, i'll miss the summer's spent walking along halifax's boardwalk, i'll miss my hang-over days spent at the pool with my big shades covering up my dark circles, i'll miss being able to skinny-dip in said pool...after dark, of course...i'll miss our little day trips to the beach, pooches in tow!! i'll miss halifax's assortment of drinking establishments, i'll miss spring garden rd and it's many shops and beautiful people, and most of all i'll miss my friends...

but one thing is for certain, that as much as i'm giving up by leaving halifax again, i'm also gaining a whole lot more this time around...i'm not going to shittsville USA, i'm going to the most exciting city in the freakin' world!!!!

take that fort kent, maine!!

WINTER VOYEURISM

so big brother started again last night, and i'm more addicted ALREADY than ever!!!

i decided to include a pic of the two gay 'eye candy' boys who are part of this season, for all your viewing pleasures!!

the idea behind this season is that all players took a 'love quiz' before the show started, and are paired in the house with their potential "soulmate"; they'll be sleeping in the same bed as their soulmate, competing with them, voting with them, and even be up for eviction with them!!!! can you say, trouuuuuble!!!!!

it's certainly a new spin on an old idea and it's gonna get juicy!!!! included amongst the contestants are the two fabulous gay men (who i'm totally hot for), a recently broken-up couple, a real-life couple (who are pretending to not even know eachother), a cougar, a paparrazzo, a bikini barista, and many more!!!

it should certainly be a good season, stay tuned!!!

BE KIND...

so today in the lunch room somebody "confronted" me on my specific values by which i live my life, specifically on my eating habit values; basically i was put-down and almost ridiculed for choosing not to eat meat. even more reduntant was the fact that "she" basically told me that i was going to be shit out of luck when it came to finding appropriate "vegetarian fare" when i moved to the UK, and that i would have to rely on 'care packages' delivered from canada for survival...

well to quote my future people, that's a pile of bollocks!!!

you know what, i'm pretty fuckin' tired of people practically making fun of me for choosing a 'animal-loving' way of living, that not to mention is also for health reasons. now don't get me wrong, i have no problem answering questions from meat-eaters who approach the issue with the inevitable "omg, you're a vegetarian...like what do you eat??? how do you survive??" since they're bound to come up. but why would someone go out of their way to basically put my lifestyle decision down and make it seem inferior to their own...it's fuckin' retarded people, so mind your own business!!

not once have i ever made fun of people for eating carcus in front of me, and not once would i preach about the dangers/polluting factors involved with eating meat, to someone who didn't ponder it to me...i have no problem defending my position on the issue and i certainly don't mind educating those who are eager to understand why i'm a vegetarian (i think it's mean, unnecessary and unhealthy...to name a few...)

i do not wish to instill my values and beliefs upon others who aren't interesting in learning what i have to tell them...i believe that choosing a vegetarian lifestyle is something that you have to do for yourself...so on that note don't harp on me or throw meat-eating defences down my throat...cause i don't fuckin' buy it...

why would someone even say something so detrimental to me?? i'm sorry, but you don't live in england, nor have you ever even been there...how do you pretend to know what they may or may not have in their grocery stores/markets??? how do you know that they don't have the widest assortment of veggie food available in all of europe??? in fact, a little fyi for you; maybe you weren't aware of the fact that the UK founded the worlds first "vegan organization" giving support and spreading knowledge as to the benefits of choosing such a lifestyle...so don't tell me that i won't find the necessary nourishment i need there, cause they fuckin' founded it!!!!!!

DIRTY PRETTY THINGS



i love this photo of the world's naughtiest threesome, out on the town, dressed to the nine's...and totally fucked up!!!

for those of you at a loss for words as to when and where this little "strategically-planned-photo-op" took place; this was just around the time that britney's (continual) downfall was starting to snowball at drastic speeds! it was just around the time that she ended her "temporary insanity" induced marriage to k-what's his fuck, and was rejoining the club-crowd and making up for lost time...

i guess from this perspective, we have no one to blame but dear sweet innocent paris, right?? there's a battle you're sure to lose!!

everytime i look at this pic taken of the 3 troublemakers in the car together, i can't help but wonder; how fucked up were they????? haha!! seriously though, can you imagine being a fly on the wall in that car?? or better yet, can you picture being an invite to the fuckin' party???

nicole richie gave readers a front-row seat in the retellings of her troubled, drug-fueled past in her tell-all book "the truth about diamonds", but i have always wondered if there was more to the story...

i guess being as huge a media-whore as i am, i can't help but want to know the WHOLE story...right down to every snort...

well one thing's for sure, these girls sure know how to party, and certainly have the hook-ups to make it happen!! i wonder what a night on the town with them might have actually been like??

probably best left a mystery though, eh?

PHEROMONES IN HAIR GEL???


did you know that "got2b" hair products have just come out with a product that is apparently infused with pheromones???

if you're anything like me, you may need a basic refreshment as to what a "pheromone" actually is before this conversation can continue: a pheromone is a chemical that is naturally produced by our bodies that causes a physiological reaction to occur in other people.

studies have shown that we as human beings at our most primal and natural states are simply animals reacting to each other's scents...these scents namely referred to as "pheromones".

my ponderance upon reading this ad was how exactly does a company "infuse" pheromones into a hair gel?? and if such a feat was to be accomplished, what kind of "reaction" or "stimulation" to our senses will this product infer?

the ad shows a very GQ lookinkg man obviously using the company's said product, surrounded by a mass of gorgeous looking ladies...hence invoking the idea that wearing this product will enhance your sexual prowess to the opposite sex...or in my case the same sex...*wink, wink*

well if you ask me, note: i'm an eternal optimist, this product is either the most genius creation of man up to date...or simply a pile of hooey...

therefore to solve this debate, i urge you all to go out and purchase "got2b's pheromone infused hair gel" and report directly back to me with your results...

discuss.

I WANT YOU ALL OVER ME...

soooo, totally random but i think someone should tell miss spears that it's dangerous to drive at night with sunglasses on...now don't get me wrong, i enjoy wearing my sunglasses well beyond sun-down, but i mean come on?!?!!? i know you have cameras in your face like 24/7, and the flashbulbs must give you migraines...but there's really no need to be wearing shades after dark when you're behind the wheel...and believe me when i say that we've all had enough of your fake gucci's...you're britney spears for fuck sakes, can't you at least afford a hot pair of chanel's?????

soooo perez hilton always has these "not so blind items" posted on his site where he blogs about certain secret celebs, giving us hints as to their identities, all the while painting certain incriminating portraits of them...and the last one i read was about a certian "recently rehabbed" male celeb who was caught snorting lines in the back of his limo at the sundance film fest recently...and i'm going to start my own type of guessing game...and peg colin farrell as the mystery celeb of the day...i just saw in "OK " magazine that he was photographed on numerous occasions drinking bottles of "water"...and we all know water cures dry mouth due to somethin' somethin'...so that's my prediction of the week!!

stay tuned for more details and predictions of next week's mystery badness!!

so i've recently begun tanning...something i swore i'd never do, seeing as how there's skin cancer in my family and i have numerous tattoos that i never want to fade...(but don't worry, i've been protecting my ink!!) anyways, today was my third session, and suddenly when the bed turned on i looked up and had an odd realization; this is weird!!!!!

when did it become considered beautiful to cook in a tanning bed for days at a time??? it's kind of funny when you think of it; we rotisserie ourselves (in a matter of speaking) in effort to make ourselves more attractive...does that sound weird to anyone else??? can you imagine if it all of a sudden became attractive to look hideously and ghostly pale???? all the tanning salons would all of a sudden go out of business and everyone would be walking around carrying umbrellas on sunny days to shield themselves from the sun...

hopefully that will never happen...cause i think i'm officially on my way to tanorexia!!!

wish me luck!!

xoxo

SERIOUSLY THOUGH...

it's no secret that young hollywood is, has been, and will always be plagued by certain inevitable bouts and run-ins with illicit drugs and other illegal substances...but is it just me or is it starting to turn DEADLY???

it seems like every time you turn around one such celeb is on their way to the ever-trendy stint in rehab (a la lindsay lohan), or caught smoking crack on film (hello amy winehouse), or caught dead in your bed surrounded by bottles of sleeping pills and residue of powdery substances on 20 dollar bills (r.i.p heath ledger). this type of behavior is becoming an epidemic in hollywood, and one that is certainly not to be taken lightly...

kids today all over the world are starting to dabble in the "club" lifestyle (which is generally how it starts), and then before you know it their extra-curricular "weekend activities" are starting to take over their lives (which have begun to down-spiral out of control!)

it's nothing short of a complete tragedy if you ask me; these young actors and musicians have everything they've ever wanted being handed to them on a gold splattered platter...and they're wasting all their well deserved attention being stalked by tmz.com trying to catch them in the midst of one of their drug-fueled binges...

since when did rehab become the new 'black'???? honestly people, if you're going to go crazy and party your lives away, i have some words of advice: everything in moderation, hire a fucking driver, becareful of who your 'friends' are, beware of camera phones when you're snorting lines in the bathroom stall with your "comrades", be nice to people so as to not piss them off, and for jesus sakes stay away from paris hilton...she seems to be the one to stir the "trouble pot" every now and then for previously-innocent baby-celebs!!

LOOK FOR THE ______, AND YOU'LL FIND ME:




the inevitable coffee rings i leave all over the tables where i'm sitting in the a.m. hours, the trail of gossip magazines i leave behind after i finish eating, the unpoped popcorn kernels that fall out of the popcorn maker after i make my "fix" for the night, my collection of empty red bull cans that i can never seem to deposit in recycling bins, my collection of stolen pens that i take without even knowing it, the perezhilton.com site address that you'll find on the history of every computer that i sit down in front of, the trail of receipts that i always keep from bought items ranging from gum to electronic devices, the dirty foot prints that i leave all over the house in the winter time, the keys that i leave in the door far more often than not, my collection of "the coast" issues that i keep in every room of my house, my day-planner that is never far from my side, my ever-beeping cell phone that is constantly at my side, my gwen stefani harajuku lovers man-bag that i don't go anywhere without, my little barking pooch whom i'd take everywhere with me if i could, the sound of "dentyne ice" being chomped down upon that i chew constantly, the sound of humming coming from somewhere almost unmistakable...

teehee

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM...





i have never been able to remember my dreams...no matter how i tried, or how many "dream recognition" exercises i practiced before i fell asleep, when i woke, never fail, my dreams were forgotten...

i even sometimes think that i simply DON'T dream...like i'm missing that part of the brain that allows people to escape their daily issues and fantasize about the untouchable...

now while i'm aware that it's physically and neurologically impossible to NOT dream; everyone who enters into REM sleep, dreams...and most are completely and totally able to remember at least some part or image from the dreams they drempt...and then another select few of us are completely and totally UNABLE to remember them...and yet still are forced to regale in the retellings of our friends past dreamscapes and nightmares...

well from the mouth of someone who CANNOT remember their dreams; let me tell you that we don't wanna hear about it bitches!!!?!? and we feel you're bragging that you can revel in the afterthoughts of your amazing and bewildering dreams all freakin day long...so cut it out!!!

now don't get me wrong, everynow and then i'll wake up with a certain image still burning in my short-term memory...but most of the time the images aren't pleasant ones, and are usually leftovers from nightmares (yes, i too get those sometimes...and unfortunately those types tend to be the ones that stick around!) or else the rest of the time the images won't make sense, and when i try to put them into words i'm at a loss...and i end up forgetting anyways...left only with the feeling they gave me...

and yet sometimes still i'll wake up to find out that my little friend has been enjoying some pleasant images from within my twisted mind, and will be standing at full attention...and who am i to deny him his satisfaction?? at least part of me is benefiting from my dreams!!

but in the end, when i really consider my situation, i come to the realization that things could be a lot worse! i could be one of those people who have the utmost trouble falling asleep in the first place...or i could be plagued by incessant fits of tossing and turning/waking up in the middle of the night unable to fall back asleep...man, that would be shitty...

so i am at least proud to say (knock on wood) that i am able to fall asleep very blissfully, and at a whim...whether completely exhausted or just slightly in need of a snooze!! so there!!

besides, why waste time dreaming when the real world is so much more exciting?

*wink, wink*

xoxo

WHAT I CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF NOW:

perezhilton.com (i'm horribly addicted, like seriously i check him 50 times a day...i want to marry him), jet (that goes without saying), the UK (my future home), "dragonette" (download away bitches, she's amazing...totally rockin' scenester pop; aka sexalicious), posh and becks (the new 'brangelina' that is here to stay...beyond sexy and forever beautiful trendsetters of the globe...simply a-mazing), putting garlic on my popcorn (melt some in with your butter if you're using a hot-air popper), the new fluroescent colored boxer-briefs from american eagle (too cute), ginch gonch briefs for men, the magazine "strut" (for both men and women; a little bit gay and all-over fantastic), the new "sex and the city" movie coming out in may, youporn.com (you'll never pay for porn again), marilyn monroe (vintage photos, her music from her movies, and the bio "goddess; the secret lives of marilyn monroe"), andy warhol prints (simply long-lasting works of pure genius), britney (sad, i know...i just feel absolutely 100% horrible about her situation...the world won't be satisfied until her predicament ends in pure tragedy), goveg.com (amazing recipes for the vegetarian on the run), tanning (i know, i know...but glowing skin sure is one way to beat the winter blues), facebook (just when i thought the excitement was winding down, they go and re-vamp it and make it all the more fantastic!!), the name "harlow" for girls, the apple iphone (hoping to buy one in the UK!!)

...and much much more!!

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CONFESSIONS OF 2007


i fell in love when i shouldn't have let myself, i fell out of love just as fast and dealt with it badly, i was a terrible friend on more than one occasion, i screened my calls far too often, i sounded interested in people's situations when i really really wasn't, i talked behind too many people's backs, i carried coke in my pocket across the border, i smuggled booze across the border, i hung out with people because i thought it would make me seem more important, i allowed myself to be guilted into sex, i put far too much shit up my nose, i spent money unwisely, i gossiped about those i loved, i had a hate-on for weddings/relationships/engagements, i ate pills and mixed them with booze, i prank-texted exes, i used people for what they could give me, i bought many new sex toys, i cried heavily over my proplems, i developed a fear for living on my own (which i then conquered), i fought and had mean thoughts about loved ones, i acted fake to many a people, i watched a helluva lot of porn, i was compeltely and utterly two-faced, i skinny-dipped in my pool, i had a summer-bout with solo-exhibitionism, i renewed a love for weed, i had panic attacks, i got scared of being hurt again in a relationship, i lied my ass off to get out of a bind, i borrowed money from people with no intention of ever giving it back, i spent a lot of time on "dating websites", i got new tattoos with money i should have been doing other things with, i sweated a lot of small stuff, i totally stiffed a cab driver on the fee...

and i learned my lessons...and am a better person for it.

just a little something i found online that i thought was genius and had to share with all of you.

it's basically britney invisioned as the mother mary...or something like that. she's surrounded by all the things that complete her and make her holy; starbucks, the hollywood sign, candy, her children.

it's really quite the vision since we as a society have allowed her to rise to such an immortal status. we have given her the power to rule over her land of minions by obsessing over her every move. and for those who haven't been obsessing over her every move you have at the very least partaken in many a water cooler chats over the dear pop princess, i'm sure...

i have chosen not to comment too much on her (somewhat inevitable) downfall that has surfaced in the news as of late...simply because i'm sure if you're anything like my mother you're on official britney overload...but what can we say, we're a sucker for a billionaire's pending breakdown!! try as we will, britney continues to reign even when she's scraping rock bottom...and who does she have to thank for her new-found and continuous attention??

US!!

if you ask me, i betcha her cd sales are soaring now thanks to her latest tantrum...i think she should release a new video...i bet it would kill

LADIES AND GAY BOYS

may i introduce to you Chris Evans. some of you may recognize him from such flicks as "Fantastic Four", "Not another teen movie", "Cellular", and the most recently romantic comedy/cuming-of-age movie "the nanny diaries"...also known as the "movie i just finished watching".

ahem

i have been mildly obsessed with chris evans and his apparent HOTNESS since i first laid gay eyes on him when he spoofed freddie prinze jr in "not another teen movie", he had black hair and played the highschool popular jock character...and i know you can't forget about his "whipped cream banana split" scene from that movie where he appears naked with only whipped cream covering up his naughty parts...oh, and he had a banana stuck up his ass...how could i forget about that part!!!!

well i really must admit that there's a certain something about this fella that has always gotten my kahonas to rise...and he doesn't show signs of stopping anytime soon!! especially by the looks of this photo you see on my right!!!

he is dreamy sex-bomb cute, and i just figured you might all want a little dose of sexuality on this otherwise lazy new year's day!!

happy new year, by the way!!

NYE

















well this year especially, there's been some controversy surrounding new year's and the 'going-on's'...mostly because once again people can't seem to decide what they want to do. either that or they're waiting for their friends to make up their minds, or maybe it's because they're magically waiting for something to spontaneously spring-up that might end up being better then what they currently have planned...

who knows??!! but for whatever reason, new year's has begun to gather some 'indecisive stigma' around it...maybe it's our age?? maybe we've reached that age when what would have before been an inviting and exciting thing to do, now seems a tad bit blase and unstimulating!

have we become so jaded about new year's that no matter what we do, or what parties we attend, or even how much we drink/drug nothing seems to meet our expectations??

there certainly is a certain amount of pressure that surrounds december 31st every year; we always get dressed up, drink tonnes, go to like 6 different parties, try and see EVERYONE at once, and all we end up doing is fighting or arguing with our friends over where to go next, or who to see, or how long to stay, or what to do afterwards!! in the end everyone ends up splitting up and doing their own things anyway...some come home pissed off, some end up throwing up, and some even end up taking someone home in a last minute fit of desperation in hopes of not waking up alone on new year's day!!

so this year i've decided to do something a bit different; i took matters into my own hands and decided to suggest a night out; dinner party, followed by dancing in a swanky downtown club! i even offered to buy the tickets for people as long as they emailed me the money on time! ok, yes i took some of my teaching initiative and set deadlines for people to follow, which certainly set a fire under some people's asses and got them in gear!! and it worked!!

now we all get to sit back, lift a glass, dance our asses off, and enjoy the evening!!

so to all of you who still remain undecided towards what they want to do tomorrow, i give this advice; close your eyes, take a breath, and go with your first instinct! lol!

but honestly as long as you're with the people you love on new year's, how could you have a bad time??!?! chances are your mind's already made up anyway!!

happy new year's my lovelies, 2007 certainly kicked my ass once or twice as i'm sure it did yours...but all in all, it wasn't half bad! there's a lot of things i learned, a lot of things i will never do again, and a lot of things i can't wait to try for the second time!!

but for details on those, you'll have to stay tuned for my confessions of 2007 entry...it's sure to be a juicy one!!

xoxo

MR. PERFECT









Hi Joey, my name's Mr. Perfect. I'm 5'10", 175 lbs, long scruffy/trendy dark brown hair, sky-blue transcendent eyes, full even lips, and a piercing gaze. I can attribute my "abercrombie & fitch model's" body, to my weekend job as a surf instructor in Malibu; Surfing is truly my passion, and it's allowed me to achieve the statuesque frame you see before you. I don't even work out besides swimming, (unless you count the cardio i get from shopping) so the rest is due to pure good genes!

My real job is I'm a Veterinarian at the local animal shelter; I've always been the biggest animal lover, and now I get to surround myself with them all day long! My wish is to one day open my very own vet clinic that functions part-time as a shelter for lost/abused/neglected animals.

During my down time you can usually find me at home playing in the yard with my 2 chihuahua's, 1 doperman pincher, and 3 border collies at my beachside bungalow, or playing guitar and learning all the "no doubt" tracks by heart...acoustic versions of course...even though i'm no stranger to a good "rock-out" jam to some "Stones" or some "Bob Marley". I always said that if I could meet one band, it would be "No Doubt", "Elvis", or "Bob Marley"...just something about reggae that reminds me of my childhood!

I guess you could say I'm looking for a hyper guy who could put up with my sometimes-ADHD-behaviours, my "bleeding-heart-animal-freakness", someone with exaggerated features, who can't help but appreciate the little things in life, loves to be cuddled and will let me hold him in my arms and take-in the smell of his skin...I've always been a sucker for a guy who's a little bit smaller than me, in good shape, who has a kickin' personality, loves kids, who will laugh at my silly jokes, eat popcorn during scary movies, let me hold his hand when he's sad, skinny-dip in the ocean with me at night, and who let's me be who i am...

I love to eat, read trashy magazines, laugh at myself, chill and be lazy, listen to music morning noon and night, sleep-in on weekends, swim more than walk, listen to sappy tunes on the radio, dress-up and be dumb, get tattoos, go for martinis or a good bottle of wine, stay up late talking, make-out for hours, be on top, watch interior-design shows, and go out dancing!

A gift from "le chateau" would get you points, pay attention to the details, don't play games, look me in the eye and be honest, value your friendships, want to get to know me, love my animals, don't be afraid to get close, tell me you love me, flatter me with your honesty, show me that you care, think about me when i'm gone, be yourself...


care for a date?