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Tra la la la

So it’s my Friday. And it’s the last day of work before the vacation officially begins. Wahoo! I had a mini vacation last month but I still had tons of responsibilities tagging me so it wasn’t very relaxing. However, I am off to Fort Lauderdale this coming week and I can’t wait. Oh sure, for the money spent, I could have booked a cruise or gone somewhere uber gay. Well, I live in an “uber gay” city so I’m a little over the whole gayer than gay thing at present. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not kicking anyone here. I’m just content being Moby vs gay Moby at the moment.

Switching gears slightly, I offered the “olive branch” of friendship to someone recently who rejected it. Not mean or rudely however, I was surprised as said person went out of their way to be my friend. Odd? yes. Unexexplainable? No. I sorta think I’ve puzzled it out. (paging Dr Freud.) He developed an image of who I was based on where I work, the charities I work for etc. He also reads my blog off and on so has an idea of my persona. However, as people tend to do, I guess he built up an image of what he thought I was and when I didn’t live up to that image, he decided I was no longer friendship material.

Having met me, several bloggers out there can attest to my directness. I make no pretentions about my life. Not biggie there. I think the part that shocks people is that I don’t sugar coat the parts of my life that may or may not be widely accepted. I can speak as openly about religion as I can my last carnal encounter w/o batting an eyelash. The way I see it, there is no shame in my actions so I see no reason to sugar coat it to make you feel comfortable w/your own issues.

Having said all that, I think this person built up an image of me based on the refined parts of my id. He neglected to notice the other parts and now can’t seem to reconcile the two. Sad but not my problem.

Pic or Pry

While I was visiting the doc the other day, we started talking about blogging. He really wanted to know what it was all about. It got me to thinking how blogging has affected me. You few long time readers know I started blogging while dealing a painful breakup. I got so much support and outpouring of concern it was very overwhelming at times. After which, as it often does, life goes on. So, I told the Doc about all the friends I’ve made thru it, how it helped me find the apartment, and so on. He was truly amazed. He couldn’t believe people could do all that thru such a simple medium. Who knows? Maybe he’ll take up blogging. Not about his patients obviously but I’m sure he has a story to tell.

I mention it as it got me to thinking about why people blog. So, if you read this, even if you never commented before, take a moment to tell me why YOU blog (or don’t).

In the meantime, for those of you non-readers, here are a few more pics.

Here I am looking looking extremely excited.

To Go, Please

I forgot to post these. (Can you tell I haven’t been to the gym much lately) I so need a tan.

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I can report the cleaning crew did a fantastic job! I was very pleased when I got home and found the apartment all nice and clean. I was a tad worried as I’m a bit picky when it comes to services I have to pay for. I have a strong work ethic and I tend to expect the same from folks I pay to do work for me. There are not many luxury items in my budget right now so this was an important decision. I feel justified in my choice now. They did more than even I expected. So any of you local yocals need a good reference, I got one.

A Night Out

Here I sit recovering from a night of excess. My buddy Mark from work wanted to go out and I’ve sorta been putting him off so I said “sure, but we have to go somewhere local”. Which of course meant gay bars. Not because I don’t like straight bars mind you, I was just feeling lazy.

We end up at Moby’s1. Duh. We started off w/just a little booze. A little turned into a lot. By the time our turn came up for pool, I was well on my way to being drunk. My friend is a regular drinker so he was doing doubles to my single to keep up. We ended up playing this couple2 for a few games. One of which, wanted to dump his date and come home w/me. (He was hot.) While I was flattered, homewrecker I’m not3. However, I seem to remember at one point his hand was down my pants “feeling the oats.” The date didn’t seem to mind so I didn’t either. I also remembered when we first arrived, all these little chickens4 were hanging all over him. They slowly disappeared as the night when on. Maybe it was past their bedtime, I don’t know.

There are benefits to spending money on top shelf liquor. Other than a slight inability to move fast, I’m pretty much ok today. The one bad thing, my buddy parked his car in the garage. Yeah, in the space that I no longer own as I rented it to roblog5. Imagine his surprise showing up and a big ugly Honda is in his space. I grovelled appropriately and he was ok with it. Thank God, he worships the quicksand I walk on. I felt like a shmuc though. Actually, it was the first thing I thought of this morning. You know the total “Doh!” w/the hand to head? Yeah that.

Now, I’m waiting on the cleaning lady to come by and give me a bid on the apartment.

1 It’s actually a cool little bar. Not pretentious and most folks are there to hang out and shoot some pool.

2 Turns out, they weren’t a couple after all. They’d just met last night.

3 After learning they weren’t a couple, I did have second thoughts. The idea of a three-way got thrown out several times. However, I was a good boy. Besides, my buddy would have freaked. (And, I’d already been a bad boy, twice)

4 That’s slang for very young boys. My buddy wasn’t sure they were 21. I assured him they were and a conversation about how old we’ve gotten ensued.

5 Not the brightest move as he is also my landlord.

Jesus Christ, Superhero

I had probably the oddest frakin’ dream I’ve ever had in my entire life last night. Are you ready for this? Ok, here goes…

I dreamed I was in a oddly shaped church w/a swimming pool in back section. No, that’s not the weird part even though, my friend Trev busted out laughing as soon as those words were out of my mouth. He could tell already it was a doozy! Anyway, I kept diving into the deep end of the pool and every time I did I was possessed by Jesus Christ when I came up for air. I know weird. And before any religious folks go off the deep end w/your voodoo, read the rest of the story. (Yes, it gets worse)

While I’m possessed, I’m still the same inside but on the outside I’m all glowy and I can heal people, fix broken buildings, see the truth, etc. You know the whole “image”. Now for the record, I didn’t “feel” the presence of anyone other than myself nor did the dream have any “holiness” to it. Jesus wasn’t in me, I was just suddenly the aspect of Jesus in my dream. The dream repeats a few times where I do amazing things, blah blah blah. Then at one point, I’ve just performed some sort of miracle and I go up to the pulpit and God is there. Except God is rather buff, hairy, and wearing a toga type garment. We hug (No, I wasn’t coping a feel, it was a father/son hug however, I do remember thinking in the dream dad was buff. lol)

It was at this point that my friend interrupted the dream by waking me up. When the grogginess wore off and the sheer ludicrousness of the dream hit me, I started giggling and told Trev immediately.

I giggled all the way to the gym.

Tinkering Again

In case you haven’t noticed, I’m tinkering w/the blog again. I’m adding stuff back in and some stuff got left out. I’m trying to keep it sleek and simple. The clutter tends to be distracting I think.

I also added the RSS links back in as well as a subscribe page. This way more folks have options as to how they get updates. You can download it via a feed reader or just wait for an email in your inbox.

Now you have 3 ways to get your Moby fix!

Esp�re!

Yes Brett, I know it’s all about you honey.  But you’ll just have to espère. (“wait” or “patient” in cajun french)

For the rest of you, until I settle on a new theme, some things are missing!