A Mesh of a Day...

It is amazing at how unhappy in life people are but suicide is relatively taboo when in some cases it should not only be encouraged but just as people are sentenced for committing crimes against others, people also should be sentenced to go to a place close the door and kill themselves for the better of mankind.

There is this client, a fat, bucket of utter wasted human parts. He is a meeting planner and is proud to claim that he has been one for 30 years...this means for the last 30 years he has perfected the art of assigned turned down amenities to people, this means for the last 30 years he has discovered pinpoint accuracy in how much punch should be served at the party, this means for the last 30 years his life has been a complete facade of supposedly world traveling on someone else's dime and at the beckon call to that person when the remote control in the guestroom can't be found.

It is not to say that I don't hold a great deal of respect for meeting planners, I do, in-fact any job that I can't see myself doing I have the most respect for. It is people like this fat sack of shit with whom I will never respect. Someone who is so miserable in life the only way to get through the day is to constantly verbalize that "this is of course business and not personal." Why would I take something personal from someone that I've never met and how runs his business out of the basement of his barn home with his half tooth daughter who is probably the hottest thing in town since the town's pigs are all be eaten by her dad.

This guy calls our office for a fucking postcard and yells and screams that it wasn't handled in a timely fashion. As if my entire day is to ensure that this shithead has a postcard to print a message on for another group of assholes to pretend hopefully conjure up excitement for a trip that is more than a year away. Yes, clearly suicide is the best choice for these people as it would probably be the best decision they made in their entire lives.

In other news, bloomingdales (another place that I will have a topic on very shortly) had a fantastic sale on my favorite underwear, the Calvin Klein mesh briefs, if you never scratched your balls with a pair of mesh briefs on then you have not experienced all that life has to offer.

Guy wise, I am shaping up to be quite the social butterfly (aka the whore that teases instead of offering it up) lately. Dinner plans have established for Jay (ex boyfriend from HS which is another topic I don't know if I could ever bring myself to talk about....actually I could). Douglass (aka the writer who played two pieces of Mozart for me and totally had me in a trance) a third guy is program in my cellphone but I think that may cancel. Ric, my older friend who is really sweet and just may finally help me to break into the PR field in the city (I'm so ready to quite my job and all the BS and move on to new BS at least in a field I want to be in) and Vincent a French lawyer to be attending NYU.

Yes it has been awhile and much has developed and more is forming but now my balls need scratching and I need to get some sleep.

Brrr!!!

It is damn cold here!

I know this is New York and I know that it is February, but it is so cold that I anxiously anticipate the gentle caress of summer. The days of waking up on a bright warm morning, showering and throwing a hot little couture item to run (strut) around the city in so carelessly, ok reality check...it is more like finding something clean that isn't to wrinkled from the pits of my closet. I know it has been a while since I have placed a post here and believe me this isn't due to a new guy in my life. It has been mostly due to travel (Paris), school (don't ask) and guys (don't ask but buy me a drink and I'll sing like a canary).

With things settling down and bit and with no end in sight to me ever actually having money, I felt that it is time for me to get better acquainted with this medium and posting the gong's on of a gay male in NYC.

Have a good night and more to share shortly!