Monday, November 2, 2009


Gabriel Anderson's page is currently under construction. However, to keep up with him during this hiatus (only until Monday, Nov. 9th, 2009) he has other social networking sites of his to visit,(ways of communicating with him).

The sites and links go as follows:

1) Twitter
Follow me. My username is: sassme (My homepage on Twitter is:
I put a lot of daily updates on it. I use almost as much as FaceBook on a daily basis.

My list of daily routine (with social networking sites, FaceBook, Twitter, Google, and YouTube.

1) FaceBook
2) Twitter
3) YouTube
4) Google

I'd like to thank you all for all the support, concern, constructive criticism, love, and future adventures we've spent together. I just want to show you the world duckies. Help me, help you, help us!

Before I go, look at my Lady Gaga costume that I wore on Halloween. It was so good.

(The Fame killed me lol)
I wish you the best of Mondays.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

"Fame Ain't For the Faint of Heart"

Hello duckies: I'm back! Ugh, it's been such a long time since I blogged. I feel like I put you up for adoption or something.
Anywho, it feels great to be back. More importantly it feels amazing to be a senior in college: "amazingly indifferent" seems to be a bit more accurate.
As a Senior, it's relaxing to look at freshmen chaos because it was only three years ago that I contributed to it. I miss the beautifully random (protected) sex, freshmen roommate issues, late night chats over Ramen Noodles, making my name on campus and trying to fight sleep.
(If any freshmen who attend the University of Hartford are reading this, hear are some tips.)

1) Do not wear your UHA lanyard around your neck. You look like a wandering puppy.
2) Don't be afraid to ask questions. (I ask questions everyday. Learning opens doors.)

3) Remember that you're here to learn, not party. (Yes go party but make sure your GPA is intact don't wanna be enrolled at the school longer--or shorter--than need be.)

4) Get out of your comfort zone! (Explore, reach out, and enjoy!)

5) Call your parents more often. (They are always willing to give you money. Tell them you love them too...they love that lol)

In other news, my internship with HarperCollins was phenomenal. I had an absolute blast. I learned more this past Summer than I ever have in my life. I worked in corporate offices, updated international databases, contacted authors and was simply A-List and divine.
Speaking of divine, did you happen to see the VMAs duckie? Marvelous! Drama! Fame! Kanye! Beyonce! Gaga! Wooohuh!

A couple of days ago I was conversing with my colleague counterparts about the VMAs and this one girl said something pretty disturbing. She called Lady Gaga covers her face because she's ugly and said she's crazy.
Duckies, you know what's comical about this statement? The girl has the same physical attributes as Lady Gaga: teeth, eyes, and stark face. But I don't see her as ugly. I see her as Lady Gaga's apprentice: an typical beauty that redefines the current societal views on beauty. They both are model pretty, with a dose of the fierce, underlying conventional beauty.
Additionally, the girl had no idea the message Lady Gaga was trying to present to her.

"Fame" is a vicious beast that needs too much attention, 24/7 maintenance, and demands greater than any can fathom. Fame is very much a live and it needs to be respected and taken in doses. It can devour your soul! Some people actually die trying to obtain it and some go mad when fame reaches them: prime example, Kanye West.
The fame killed Kanye West on Sunday, September 13th, 2009.

I know this for a fact because I met Kanye West in 2003. As you know I was a top performer with the Boys Choir of Harlem back in the day and I had the chance of recording a song with Kanye West. He was such a nice man: very humble, talented, charismatic, humorous and unaffected by the fame. We were recording one of his first singles "Jesus Walks." He even offered to sign one of my composition notebooks--which I still have to this day, at home--and when I got home I mistakenly colored in his autograph. I didn't know who he was at the time, other than him being a nice, new artist. But nonetheless, I knew Kanye before the fame took his soul.

(ATTENTION: I just had a ciggy break. Yes, I smoke my ciggys. I think we all should do whatever we want. We all know the consequences of our actions: we're competent creatures. I know I said I quit but I didn't duckies. I love my ciggys! People always come up to me saying "Gabriel, smoking kills!" You know what duckies, I'm well aware of the effects. The pack even says it! But guess what? People kill too!
At least I know who my murderer is! Case closed.)

Back to Gaga!
Lady Gaga's performance of Paparazzi was an extended metaphor for the effects of Fame. In the beginning of her performance she was lying on the ground because her boyfriend threw her off the balcony (observe Lady Gaga's "Paparazzi" Music Video). Her boyfriend threw her off of the balcony because he was a fanatic, a crazed fan who only wanted her fame, not the Lady behind the Gaga. Yes, the blood in the performance was gruesome but it was real. The blood represented the pain of growing in the limelight, under constant inspection.
Lady Gaga isn't crazy! Lady Gaga is a beacon of glamour meant to open our eyes to the deeper meaning of life. Life should be a sassy, dangerous, magical, and spontaneous ride.
Lady Gaga is an icon because the fame has yet to ravage her soul and she is still riding that beautiful thing we call life.
In other news, today (Monday, September 21, 2009) I've decided to take a personal day from classes. I only have two today (plus a Yoga class at 7pm).
We must realize that college is a business: you pay money for classes and you receive credit toward your given study. However, personal days are needed...especially when you've pretty much completed your major like moi!
Today you might see me running around campus in mission mode because I am hunting down professors and Deans to add classes and to drop my ridiculous minor: Rhetoric and Professional Writing.
As I mentioned, college is a business and the people running the business will try to swindle you (like any true businessman would do to naive customers).

Don't fret duckies! You're paying for this and that gives you a right to do whatever the hell you want. Just keep in mind that, every action has an equal and opposite reaction so choose your consequences with grace.

Wooohuh! This is getting heavy. Let's get back to being sassy and glamorous!

The weekend before last my son-son Gio decided to surprise me with his beautiful face.
It was such a pleasure to be in his presence...and the most remarkable thing happened when we were outside conversing about life.
Randomly, this kid exits a dorm was six foil HAPPY BIRTHDAY balloons tied together (I'm assuming they were for him...or maybe a girlfriend...or a boyfriend, who knows!). A few minutes later--and a few puffs of my ciggy--this kid let the balloons go! As the balloons raised higher into the night sky, the foil balloons looked like jewels!
I couldn't believe it! These wimpy foil balloons looked exactly like the stars they were reaching towards. Then I realized that these foil balloons weren't just balloons, they were people like us: hungry for success. Like the balloons we start off as regular balloons, held down by those who want to keep us a bay and for their own private desires. In time, however, when we prioritize our lives and enlighten ourselves...we then become one with the stars and flourish faster than we could ever fathom.

oOoOoOoOo, time for a new "Word of the Week."
The new WORD OF THE WEEK is...
Dreameater- One who tries to prohibit dream-thinking; one who's jealous of others' dreams; a 'hater'.
Stephanie: "Why is Shirley so sassy and distant when we start talking about our goals Gabriel?"
Me: "Girl, watch out! She's a dreameater."

With that being said duckies, let's get to some "Words of Wisdom."

"Dreams are merely gems that we need to catch in order to survive. Dreameaters will always be around to interfere but if we follow our hearts, and not the words of others, we can achieve more than ever possible."

Well duckies, I'm off to hunt for some much needed signatures.
I wish you the best of happiness and a sassy week.

Live, love & Lady Gaga,
Gabriel Anderson

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Hello Coporate America

First and foremost...

Happy birthday Kevin Blohm! I didn't want you to sass me so I posted this before anything. I wish you the best 20th birthday ever. Also, what you wrote on your Red Cap evaluation sheet still warms my heart. Love you man! This is your day so rape it. (that was dirty lol)

Hello duckies! Today is such a turbulent Tuesday, turbulent in a good way though. My office phone is ringing off the hook, my inbox keeps getting higher and emails keep appearing every minute. But I'm totally fine with that. I'd rather be busy than bored out of my mind. I did sign up for this, this being Corporate America.

As an intern for HarperCollins I get to see the transformation of submissions: either they're returned to sender or they transform into a beautiful, selling manuscripts. Every day is different. There hasn't been a day where I had to do the exact thing over and over again. Everyone here is so friendly too. Maybe because I'm efficient. Plus, just about everyone here has a BlackBerry, so I fit right in lol.
However, Blackbird--my precious BlackBerry Storm--is disconnected once again.

I went home yesterday and asked Gabriella if her phone was disconnected too and she said no. She proved it by calling my phone from hers! The funny/sad thing about it we're all on a family plan and only my phone is off. It's kind of backwards that my phone is disconnected because I'm the one that uses it most. I actually bring my phone everywhere I go and I'm always out the house. It just makes sense to keep mine on. Gabriella just stays home all day: she can use the house phone lol, it still works.
I'm just so over living at home with my family right now. I live in a four-family house and my grandmother owns it...which means even my landlord knows all my business lol. I have privacy--to an extent--but we all know how nosey family members can get. Right after graduation, I know I'll have a decent paying job and I'll move out and be roomies with Graham (aka--follow him on Twitter--@rjjason). Note to Graham: Save your pennies. I want our starter apartment to go down in the books.

In other news, last night I stumbled upon the movie THE KITE RUNNER. I would always surf through channels and see it playing but I would bypass it. I though it would be lame but it is a masterpiece of a film.

The film focuses on the central character, Amir, and his childhood. Amir is a wealthy boy who has a servant named Hassan. When they were kids Amir betrayed Hassan, something quite devilish duckies. As time passes the Soviet Union invades Afghanistan and Amir and his father flee to America. Years pass and Amir becomes an American-Afghan novelist and later discovers that Amir is murdered...but left an orphaned son, Sorhab. That's all I'll share about the movie. Even though it looks like I gave you the entire synopsis, there's a lot more to the movie.

(UPDATE: My dad just called me and said my phone should be on by the time I get home! Yaaaaaaay!)

Anywho, after THE KITE RUNNER I flicked through the channels and stumbled onto SHOWGIRLS. I'm sure you've seen it before but if you haven't seen SHOWGIRLS, you can borrow my DVD lol.

Some people think it's porn. Some people think it sucks. I love this movie!!! It teaches the vital lesson about the cutthroat industry of show business. The moral of the movie is no one is untouchable: even though you earned the job, it doesn't mean you're guaranteed it forever. Also, when in Vegas hold onto the banister, don't trust sexy singers as parties, and watch out for clear pearls on the stage lol. For those who haven't seen it, beware of nudity. Nipples and bush are on the prowl!

Speaking of nipples, I am growing tired of my moobs (man-boobs). They've been around for years and I'm now fed up with them.

Past boyfriends loved them and even implored me not to work on my chest because they had too much fun with them. (I did have a couple of stray boyfriends lmao) But since I'm single and every gay male seems to be a Greek God nowadays I think it's time to rid myself of them. I'm losing weight--due to working so much and cutting back on eating--but all that does is make them bigger. They look bigger because my stomach is going down and my moobs can do nothing but sag, exaggerating their appearance. I wanted to get surgery but since both my TV and the living room TV died around the same time, the procedure is out of the question for awhile. (We're not cheap when it comes to technology.) Hmmmm, looks like I'm gonna have to hit the gym in my basement. The things I do to keep up with the kids!

Speaking of kids, a few weeks back (as a joke) I ordered the video tour DVD of my school (University of Hartford) for Gabriella. She wants to go to Georgetown, like hardcore, but I wanted her to see my school too. We started watching it and I was so taken aback.

This upcoming Fall commences my Senior year in college: it went by so fast. Where the hell have the years gone?! Watching the "candid" students in the DVD tour made me think about all my memories on campus, my first impressions of my school, how I wanted to transfer within a week of me arriving on campus--only because I didn't want to write an essay lol--and all the friends I've made. I had to hold back tears because I started thinking about graduation...ahhhhhhhhh! University of Hartford is my home away from home and in most cases... I feel like it's my real home. I LOVE YOU UHA!!! Woooohuh! Getting all emotional over here.

Okay duckies, let's get to some Words of Wisdom.

"It is selfish and conflicting to love and hate something truly: it leaves you in a constant state of flux. In order to determine your true feelings about something--or someone--evaluate its pros and cons. Determine this by coming to terms of what would benefit your well-being in the long run."
Okay duckies, as much as I love you I have to go and do some work. (Not to mention it's lunch time and all I had today was a cappuccino.)

I wish you the best of happiness. I love you. Stay true, tuned and glamorous!

Live, love & Lady Gaga,
Gabriel Anderson

Monday, July 27, 2009

The Sass Must Go On!

Good afternoon duckies! It has been too long--two weeks to be exact--since I blogged. I missed you all so terribly.

I've been so busy with my internship at HarperCollins Publishers. I feel like such an oldie sometimes. Every day, after work, I come home and I end up falling asleep on my couch.

I haven't really had a break all summer. I started working with Red Caps in late May (until June 11th). Then my internship with Harper started June 16th and my last day is August 13th. Then on August 23rd I have to truck it back to Hartford for my Senior year. So I basically have/had 2 weeks to myself this summer lol.

But I can't complain, I asked for this lifestyle. (I see why my fellow celebrity-brethren turn to drugs lol) Did I really just say that? But I know it will all pay off in the end. This is only the beginning of my beautiful life.

A lot has happened over the past three weeks.

The weekend of July 24th my dear duckies Kelly, Shelby, Rudis, Shaun and Graham went to a hookah bar called Phours, down on 6th Street and Avenue B.

Graham only stayed for about 20 minutes (but I've seen him all summer). It was such a rewarding experience to see my fellow college-educated duckies.

Kelly: We are indeed living the dream and remember don't focus on what we don't have. Treasure everything we do and more will come.
Rudis: It's always a pleasure my friend. I need to see you more often. You make my life!
Shelby: Devoted duckie, I love you. I hope you're having a fabulous day at the zoo. (Hello zookeepers! Thank you for keeping up with my posts.)
Shaun: You better slip away to celebrate my birthday on August 21st. I had a blast shooting the $hit with you at Starbucks and our little walk to the train.

Oooh! Speaking of birthdays, the big day is 16 days away; I'll finally be 21!

I've finally decided how the night will go about. On my actual birthday--August 19th--I just wanna stay in with my family & friends and have some wine and pizza. (Or I might go to a bar, who knows?)
On August 21st, I'm having an A-List dinner with nine beautiful duckies at my favorite restaurant, Carmines.

Then everyone else--this includes you--can join us at this beautiful lounge called APT. It's location is 419 w13th Street.
(Actually a picture of part of the lounge.)
For my 21st I don't wanna be sloppy and belligerent. (Gaga knows I've had too many a night like those.) I want it to be classy: drinks in hand, bellies full, hearts full of laughter, great friends at bay and eyes for gorgeous SummerBoys.

Speaking of sloppy drunk, the week before I saw my precious duckies at the Phours Hookah spot, I hung out with my favorite chicas: Mel, Alice, Lidia and Reba...and others.

They weren't sloppy drunk though. I was. It was horrible.
(Don't judge me. I'm going to give you all the not-so-glamorous details of the night.)

Before I left my house, I made a strong concoction of whatever was at the bar of my house, mixed with Apple & Passionfruit juice. The drink was stupendously good...and incredibly strong. It had Pyrat rum, Alcohol 95 (which is overproof, meaning it's over the alcohol proofing system, in other words it's like drinking rubbing alcohol), and some other poisonous additions.
So when I got to Mel's sister's apartment, I began to guzzle my drink. I'm a titanium tank though. It takes a lot for me to get sick. Anywho, I finished my drink before we left but I was absolutely fine. Then I took a shot of Captain Morgan (aow) then I made a drink with Smirnoff and orange juice. Duckies, I was still fine.

We took the train down to my hot spot (not giving away any bar names) and I had a Cornona Extra and I ordered a picture of Coors Light. I only drank 1.5 cups of Coors Light. Not to mention, Lidia and I had a very special heart-to-heart. (I almost cried at the bar lol.) Shortly after that, I smoked some natural leaves outside and decided I needed a Red Bull to pick me up.
I bought a huge Red Bull. (This is when things started getting heavy.)

Reba, Alice and I were talking outside drinking our Red Bulls and all the alcohol just hit me in the face...and a little but poured out of my mouth.

Reba or Alice didn't see me throw-up a little bit (this is going to be news to them lol) because they were engaged in conversing about--the topic leaves me--and I was pretty sneaky with my delivery lol.

Afterwards, we split up in two cabs (because there were a total of 9 of us) to head down to see our friend Alyssa on 72nd Street and Broadway, where her going-away celebration was in the city. (By the way, congratulations on your consultant job Alyssa. I hope you have fun at training baby girl!)

I didn't make it to her party though.
Once we got in the cab it didn't take long for me to throw up some more with all the movement and smells. I threw up at least six times out of the cab window (some of it trickled down the inside of the car door). It got to the point where I didn't have anything else to throw up, so it looked like I was having a seizure. I left my precious duckies on 72nd Street, taking the cab we took to get downtown, to go home. It wasn't fun at all.

Looking back at it now, it was hilarious. I should have known my limit but I kept pushing. (My motto is: Go hard or go home. I'm not going home.) I've never been that fcuked up in my life. Hence, my laid-back attitude, in regards to drinking on my birthday.

In regards to attitude, I honestly cannot stand my mother right now. I love this woman but she is unbearable at the present time. She is incredibly sassy (without reason) and it's gotten to the point where I have to physically and mentally restrain myself because she can be so nasty at times. When I bring it to her attention she blames it on her "time of the month" but it seems like the "time of the month" mood swings are becoming "times of every day."

She and my stepdad have been making these little jokes about cutting my cell phone off when I turn 21 and tell me I need to get a paying job.

Mind you, after I landed my internship with HarperCollins my mother said "Don't worry about getting a job. You have an internship to handle."

She is so backwards.
Let me give you an example of the sass I get from her nowadays.

Last night, I left a steak out to thaw in the kitchen so I could cook it before TRUE BLOOD came on. It was evident that I was going to make a steak because she saw me take it out of the freezer. Anywho, right when I turn on the George Forman grill, here she comes, into the kitchen with as towel, saying "I was about to wash my hair." If I hadn't gone into the kitchen, I'm sure she wouldn't have step foot into it. This got me so upset.
The conversation went along these lines:

Me: (controlling my anger, talking through gritted teeth) You always do this.
Mom: (sassy face) I can do whatever I want.
Me: (sassing her right back) Well, that's good for you.
Mom: You better stop sassing me.
Me: You sassed me first, so why can't I retaliate? (walking away, into my room.)

She recently turned 40 and Graham is on her team saying "maybe she's going through menopause." I just think she's being a little too sassy.

In regards to her telling me to get a paying job, sorry that I'm a great student and I landed a unique internship with HarperCollins Publishers. Sorry that I'm the only intern--out of the hundreds--that has his own office. Sorry that I'm gonna make more money that you in the future. Sorry that I'm gonna quarantine you in a nursing home when I become famous (well, more famous).
I'm sorry duckies. I needed to let that out. I was holding that in for the longest. It just doesn't seem fair to me because I'm a good kid. I don't deserved to be sassed by my Mom for no apparent reason. In most cases, it's not constructive or joking criticism; it's deconstructive and sassy.

Okay, it's definitely time for some "Words of Wisdom."

"When confronted with relentless negativity, do not feed into it. Try your best to compose yourself. Feeding into the negativity only worsens the situation. If possible, take a step back to evaluate the situation and try to come to a compromise. If this doesn't work just walk away and continue to be positively fabulous."

I should take heed to the words I just said so I will confront my mother about our prior interactions. I don't know how I'll do it...maybe I'll write her a letter when I'm back at school. Hmmm.

Oh geez! We are way overdue for a "Word of the Week."
The new word of the week is...
Stray: one confused of one's sexuality; one claiming to be "straight" but indulges in homosexual activity.
Person 1: "Gabriel, I don't know about Jeffrey. He seems a bit weird and uncomfortable when he's around gay and feminine men."
Person 2: "I know, right? He's probably stray. I get that vibe from him.

Okay duckies, it's time for me to go do some actual work today. I'm sitting at my supervisor's desk this week, on the 11th floor, in the Corporate Communications Department.
I update Twitter like crazy. Follow me!
Like Rockstar (follow him on Twitter too!) I think Twitter is slowly killing my blog. But I shall rise duckies!

(Look at this hot picture of me and Nivea. We had a glamorous photoshoot on Elle Fox's courtyard. Click here to see it all!)

Oh watch this video: it's about Derek from The Real World Cancun and another roomate. Hilarious!

I wish you the best of happiness duckies. I love you. Stay true, tuned, and glamorous!

Live, love, & Lady Gaga,
Gabriel Anderson

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Going Gaga

Duckies, I've just realized that I don't like office jobs. You sit there all day and you follow orders from...Baklahdah. The powers that be above you make you subordinate to life's precious gems. I feel like this kid right here.

I just don't give a damn right now. I've been slaving for my "elders" to follow the path of the way to careers. I don't want that path. I want to be invigorated, stimulated, challenged by life, on my own path, everyday. I don't want to be cushioned through boredom. (I love it half-heartedly.)
It's time for emancipation. Time to let us feel struggle and love and solitude of our own hearts.
Break free duckies!

By the way check out this Lady GaGa song "Vanity." Click here to listen to it via YouTube. It's a doll. The rhythmic feel, lyrics and life-rewarding seconds really open your eyes to life.

Stay Glamorous Kids,
Gabriel Anderson

Monday, July 13, 2009

Happy Monday

Hey sexy! I hope you duckies had enough fun this weekend to carry you through the week because today is Monday!
Who am I kidding?! I'm so tired. But you know what duckies?! I'm pushing through and keeping busy.
This weekend was pretty chill for my tastes though. On Thursday evening...I stayed home.
Graham called me and invited me down to the Village to hang out with him and Roger. (Mind you he called me around 10:45pm. I was in my pajamas and I was half-awake when I answered his phone call. Plus, it would have taken me an hour to reach them, that's if the trains' weren't being a$$holes lol.)
I declined the offer...and I'm glad I did because all I remember is waking up hours later, with my BlackBerry under my cheek lol.
The thing is duckies, when you become A-List and busy, you're more exhausted than you think. You're always busy and doing something and when you get a chance to rest...your body is like "Yes!!! Time to rest. Initiate system shut-down!"

On the following evening, Friday, Elle Fox paid me a visit and we chatted it up a bit. Then we decided to go to the park near my house to get our childhood fix: we swung on the swings!

We had a blast.
Immediately afterward we hopped in a cab and went to Graham's apartment. He was doing homework so we had to stop him from doing such blasphemous things on a Friday night.
The three of us laughed, drank, watched crap TV and ravished the beautiful creature we call the night.

Being the hard-working man that he is, Graham fell asleep around 2AM...but Elle and I were wide-awake. I wanted to go on an I needed to go on an adventure, ergo, I suggested we go to the 24hr Starbucks down in Union Square. Elle was a bit reluctant at first but she agreed when she saw the desire in my eyes.
We took the 2 train downtown and when we got on the was completely empty. Elle and I didn't think it was creepy. We saw it as a time to express our creative selves through dance!
At first it started off with swaying and lip-syncing lyrics.

Then we started dancing hardcore.

Then it escalated into hanging upside-down from poles, pole-dancing, running back and forth on our "contained metal stage," jumping from seat to seat and pulling out the big moves: the elite freestyle choreography.

We were jamming lol.
Our 2am train dance had to be one of the most invigorating experiences of my life!

When our stop came along we trucked it over to discover it was no longer a 24hr Starbucks! They changed their hours and it so happened that they closed at midnight on Fridays now.

Elle was pissed! (And so was I.)
We ended up picking up two medium Iced Mocha McCafes from McDonald's. They were pretty good but it didn't compare to the dark roast of Starbucks. (I want a grande Caramel Macchiato so bad right now. YUM!)

Duckies, I'd like to take a moment to thank Elle Fox. I felt in my bones: she didn't want to go to Starbucks at 2am because she was tired. But when you're a true friend, you don't complain. Elle, I want to thank you for being such a doll for joining me on our coffee adventure. I had a blast jamming with you on the train and I love everything about you. You're always there for me and I appreciate you. Call me and I'm there...but you know this already chica lol. I love you Elle!

Anywho, the following day, Saturday, guess what I did? I slept the day away again lol.

I was tired from that late night coffee-adventure-run. But I did happen to watch "Max Payne: The Movie."

The game was awesome and the movie is just as amazing. The concept is crazy and it makes you think about friends, who to trust and the nefarious deeds "good" companies do under the radar.
Go check it out!

In other news, I stumbled upon a new SummerBoy on Saturday night!

We'll call him Richard.
Richard is a very attractive 21 year-old from the Bronx. I'm just starting to get to know him and I must say...I am very impressed: his parents raised him well.
He has an impeccable body, a quick mind and he has goals. Duckies, I don't even think he should be called a SummerBoy because that comes with bad connotations and implies that he's only worth a season of my time.
Richard is a SunKing, one who reigns supreme in Summer and shines just as as fiercely during other seasons.
The weird thing is Richard is also a summer Leo, he wants a bulldog, we have the same exact Dell laptop, we love "True Blood" and we're both hot lol.
If time reveals a platonic relationship between us, I wouldn't mind. He seems too genuine a person to let go just because we didn't build a "boyfriend" relationship.

Anywho, on Sunday evening...I invited Jamal over.
Now duckies, I thought it would just be a "1-2-3-fcuk-me" but it wasn't.

Until yesterday I forgot how I felt when I was with Jamal.
Not only did I not care about him standing me up a couple weeks back--because he was so close and so warm against me--I was willing to start-over with him. (This could have been the result of the amazing sex we had once he came into the house lol).
It was nice to nestle into his supple, smooth body for an evening...but I have to remember that Jamal is an ex for a reason. He's crazy when he's not around me but when he is, he's as harmless as a 100% cotton teddy bear.
As much as the idiotic part of my brain wants to hold onto our expired relationship, I have to remember that Jamal is full of sassbreakers.

The new word of the week is:

Sassbreaker-1) Acts of sass that push your buttons so far that you're simply "over it."
2) Sassy and tired excuses.
3) Dealbreakers

"I can't believe Jamal invited me to his apartment and didn't bother to let me in. I'm tired of his sassbreakers."

Okay duckies. Enough of my life. Let's get to some "Words of Wisdom."

"The common cause for mistakes is misinformation. Mistakes are bound to happen but if a simple question could have prevented a mistake from happening, then maybe you should inquire about life a little more. Never be afraid to learn duckies. Questions help you grow."

I wrote a poem about my Union Square experience with Elle Fox on Saturday. I won't share it with you today because I have to get back to work. (I'll give it to you duckies tomorrow.)
Before you go, make sure to check out Beyonce's "Sweet Dreams" and "Broken-Hearted Girl" music videos.
She's brilliant...and so are you!

I wish you the best of happiness. I love you. Stay true and tuned. Happy Monday!

Live, love & Lady Gaga,
Gabriel Anderson

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Lost & Found

Hello duckies! Boy, do I have some news to share with you. I hope all is well because life isn't worth sweating petty things.
Anywho, I'm not the greatest today. I woke up and I swear someone hit me in the throat with a hammer while I was sleeping last night.
This could be in large part to the festivities that occurred last night...or the fact that my diet is kicking my a$$. I'm on the New York birthday diet. What I do basically is eat a substantial-sized meal in the afternoon--around 1pm--and if I'm hungry later I'll eat fruit or something low calorie.
Gabriella calls it the Starvae diet...aka starving myself. But I'm not starving myself if I'm eating when I'm most hungry right?
More importantly, I was so drained from work last night that I fell asleep asking Graham for the address to our friend Kelly's going-away party. I almost didn't go but I was so exhausted...but I'm glad I did!
Kelly, Natalie, Carrie, Dani, Graham and I hit up this spot, Ultra Lounge, last night.
At first the bouncer wasn't going to let Graham and I in because we were wearing "sneakers," (that's if you call silver shoes with rubber soles well over $90, sneakers). But thank Gaga our sexy lady Natalie loosened his mind. He let us in...and we only paid half the cover charge!
The lounge was hot: A-List decor, nice crowd, great music, superb drinks and people-friends galore.
But duckies, remember how I'm taking the Gaga Pledge? Well, I think the news got out.
I was dancing with the crew--drink in hand--and this one girl, who's sitting down, pulls my arm to lower me to her level.
(Conversation, verbatim)
Girl: "Hey," pulling my arm, "what's your name?"
Me: "My name is Antoine," lowering my face to hers. "What's yours?"
Girl: "My friend and I like the way you dress."
Me: "Awww, thank you baby girl. You look nice too."
I pick up my glass and continue dancing. A few minutes later, I feel another tug on my arm again.
Girl: "Where did you get those titties?"
Me: "Jesus."
We both laugh.
Girl: "Let me get some," touching my chest, trying to massage the nipple as I back away laughing.

Duckies, I understand I am attractive and all (thank you Mom, Dad and Jesus) but unless I give you permission (or if I think you're on my level or higher) please refrain from groping any of my exhibits. I am a natural museum, the more you touch, the more worn I become. Grope with consideration, please.

I had fun nonetheless, even after being molested by a stranger. We danced--even did a Soul Train line--drank and savored the ambiance.
After jamming at Ultra Lounge Dani thought it would be nice to head down to another lounge called APT, in the meat packing district. She hoped in the car with her beau and zoomed away...while we waited for a cab. But her beau dropped us a $20: he's okay in my book lol.
Our cab driver was nice and he let out us a block away from the lounge. Unfortunately, he pointed in the opposite direction of the lounge and we followed his directions, whole-hearted. We were soon lost in the meat packing district.
During our lost travels, we discovered we all were hungry. Trying to find APT we stumbled onto a pizza truck. Yes, I said a truck that sells pizza.
But duckies...the pizza was divine. I devoured my slice before we crossed the second block from the pizza truck.
(There's a number on the truck to call. You better order now duckies. It was truly divine.)
Anywho, when we got to APT people outside kept saying "it really looks like someone's apartment."
LOL, we were in the meat packing district so I'm sure it wouldn't have looked like the picture above.
Security was tight so I couldn't get in. Dani stayed a little while after with her beau And because the crew was only down for group things, we decided to hop in a cab and go home.
I appreciate Kelly, Graham, Carrie and Natalie. They really wanted to go inside of the lounge but since I was unable to, they didn't have a problem leaving. Those are true people-friends. Let's give them a round of applause duckies.
Okay, enough of my life. Let's get to some Words of Wisdom.
"You cannot serve two opposing parties and expect to be treated as a pure-bred equal: it is unfair and hypocritical. You're either on one team or the other. If you choose to play for both teams, you'll grow tired and eventually run yourself to the end. Just make sure the team you're on is what you truly want and believe in."
Okay duckies, my editor's assistant is out until the 20th so I have to work, work, work!
I wish you the best of happiness. I love you. Stay true and tuned.
Live, love & Lady Gaga,
Gabriel Anderson
PS. Beyonce's "Sweet Dreams' video is finally out! Watch it here!