Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Xcellent Weekend

Hello duckies!
My apologies for keeping you in the dark for a couple days. My work schedule heavily influences my blog patterns. I work Monday through Thursday, 9am to 5:30pm and sometime during my work load I find time to share my world with you. Unfortunately, I didn't blog yesterday because I was unable to come into work. (I won't go into details. Just know that my home activities were inconveniently convenient.)
Anywho, my weekend was incredibly glamorous...as usual. On Thursday evening I met up with Elle Fox and her friend--and now mine as well--Nivea. We walked around Harlem for a bit, only to help out Elle's cousin Chanel, who did not have enough money with her for the tattoo she got.

I came into the situation when Elle was heated.
She sassed me a bit on the phone, but she did so unintentionally because the world wasn't dealing her the cards she wanted. She asked me to meet her at her house because I wanted to hang out with her but first she had to get money for Chanel's tattoo. Chanel, sadly enough, received a new Debit card in the mail and didn't know her debit PIN#.
Rough.
After that rough business, Elle, Chanel and I decided to take a midnight stroll in Central Park. We chatted, danced, spoke about the loss of Michael Jackson & Farrah Fawcett, and ate the little bit of sustenance we brought to the park.
On our way out of the park we were in deep conversation--the topic leaves me now--but suddenly I spotted a raccoon, in the path ahead of us.

We stopped in our tracks, trying not to bring attention to ourselves. I told Elle and Chanel we should take another exit out of the park. When we started walking toward the other exit, we looked back and saw that the raccoon was stalking us. It had closed so much distance between us since we last saw it behind us. Elle and I looked at each other and started running, full throttle! We weren't trying to get rabies!!!
Unlike Elle and I Chanel protested running and kept her sluggish pace. When Elle and I made it out of the park in one piece I immediately urged her to cross the street with me. Elle didn't want to leave her cousin at the claws of the stalking raccoon but I told her Chanel had legs too and she chose not to utilize them. Ergo, Elle and I waited for Chanel to exit the park across the street.
Moments later, Chanel emerged from the shadowy exit Elle and I used to escape. She was fine but once Chanel crossed the street Elle and I increased our stride for the remainder of the evening. It was indeed a close one. I haven't seen the stalking raccoon since.
On Friday evening Elle invited Nikki and I to her place and had plans to go to a bar. Her friends Pat, Mandy, Nivea and Lee met us outside of Elle's place in Pat's car.

They were all pretty girls: dainty, precious and very sociable. Mandy is a GaGaholic so I instantly fell in love with her.
The night was simply divine. We went to this chic Irish pub aptly named "The Parlour."
It was so alive with beautifully dressed people: gorgeous gals, guys and (of course) our precious faces too.
"Single Ladies" came on and I couldn't help myself.

Everyone at the bar was watching me. Paparazzi were flashing pics and I loved it. It was riveting. I got a slew of compliments from everyone and it was splendid to have experienced that with my dear people-friends cheering me on. Gaga and more Beyonce came on while we were there and we all jammed the night away.
We had an Xcellent time.
The following evening didn't start until 10pm.
On Saturday Ronald, Mommy, Gabriella and I had an impromptu family bowling night. I came in 2nd place the first round but I beat everyone the 2nd round, with a sparkling score of 148.

It was great being around family: eating French fries, breathing the night air, friendly family competition, and hearing the pins fall to their demise.
On Sunday, I slept for most of the day because the best thing you can do for your body is rest when you have leisure time, especially if you're schedule is brutally demanding. My parents decided to have a quaint BBQ in our backyard.

It was deliciously relaxing. I also watched the newest episode of "True Blood" about three times that night. Yes, this episode was that tantalizing.
On Monday I couldn't go to work because of personal reasons. However, the day ended on a great note. My friend let me borrow his copy of Laurell K. Hamilton's "Skin Trade."

Duckies, you have no idea how long I've been waiting for this book. I've been waiting for it for almost a year now. I love Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series. I started reading "Skin Trade" on the train and I couldn't stop! It's so juicy. I'm so tempted to clear my desk and read it for my remaining hours at work lol.

OH! Speaking of trains, the MTA (Metropolitan Transit Authority) has hiked the subway/bus fare to $2.25 per swipe.

I swiped my Metrocard today--which only had $4 on it--thinking I was in the clear for my morning and evening commute and BAM! Instead of taking its usual $2 off my Metrocard, the turnstile took an extra quarter. I was not expecting that! Luckily, I emailed Mommy a little earlier and she's going to meet up with me so I can get home. (I woke up a little late today so I didn't grab any money on my way out lol...I learned the hard way today.)
MTA needs to calm down and smell the electricity.

In other news, I think it's time for the "Word of the Week."
The new "Word of the Week" is:
Chult: A young adult on the brink of succumbing to adulthood; a recent college (or soon-to-be recent) college graduate; a person with new gained independence.
Ex: "I've recently gotten into the flow of waking up early. If I wasn't such a chult I'd already be at the top of the corporate ladder, not the social ladder."


I've waited long enough. It's time for some "Words of Wisdom."

"People function by their own motives. You can't really think like other people. You can investigate so precisely into their thoughts that you can't infer your own logic but you'll never know what drives them exactly. Your best bet is to close this distance with communication. Without communication, you'll be stuck in your own ways, trying to mimic others' logic with your own."

Okay duckies, I'm really swamped at the office today. Let me get to work.
I wish you the best of happiness. I love you. Stay true and tuned.

Live, love & Lady Gaga,
Gabriel Anderson

Thursday, June 25, 2009

I Like It Rough

Good morning duckies!
I hope all is well because that's how everyday should be. I just got to work not too long ago and I feel amazing. I slept for more than 7 hours last night!
Wooooooooooh!

Yay, go me!
Anywho, while I was on the train I saw two of the most random things: a guy with a incredibly pronounced moose knuckle and a penny-pinching lady!
I saw Ms. Penny first.

I was sitting on the train reading Toni Morrison's "The Bluest Eye," behind my GaGa-inspired shades: they hinder the paparazzi from poisoning my eyes with blinding lights and glares.

Ms. Penny, who was sitting directly across from me on the 6 train, was hardcore jamming to whatever tunes she had on her iPod. Her convulsive movements kept luring my eyes from my book so I decided to give her my undivided attention, while hiding behind my sunglasses.
As the train door opens someone ran out of the train doors (it's New York, it's expected) and dropped a penny in their rush.
Ms. Penny stopped her sporadic dancing and lightning-grabbed the penny. (I swear she caught it before it fell to the ground.)
At first I found it comical that she reacted so viciously quick to something as minute as a penny. But then I realized she made a bold move.

Nowadays, pennies aren't appreciated as much as they used to be, because they can hardly get you anything. They're only good for that irksome thing we call "taxes." With our economy in its current state Ms. Penny was only showing her gratitude for pennies. Pennies, believe it or not, are still accepted by merchants. I don't pick up pennies--unless they're really shiny and are heads-up--but Ms. Penny's actions showed me that small treasures and opportunities are everywhere: we just need to know where to look.

Shortly after Ms. Penny's lightning-grab, a guy wearing a "Print Industries" button-up work shirt walks into the train car and sat right next to Ms. Penny. His hair was braided haphazardly and he--like Ms. Penny--decided the train wasn't only a mode of transportation but also a dance rehearsal venue. He was jamming pretty rough, while reading the New York Times. He was jamming so rough that I had to pause from reading on several occasions to stare at him lol. It was very entertaining...but what I saw next scared me.
When he raised his New York Times I saw his well-pronounced moose knuckle. (For you duckies unaware of what a moose knuckle is, a moose knuckle is a frontal wedgie--predominately produced by men--that occurs when your pants hug your genitals a little too much. It resembles a moose's knuckle.)

Anywho, I often find myself staring at crotch's of men and women but moose knuckles are peculiar cases. It's like watching child birth: nauseating, intriguing, stomach-wrenching, enticing, and just plain wrong.
It wasn't the fact that he was well-endowed that kept me astonished and gazing. It was the fact that it looked painful and he must have known his genitals were being hugged more than a Care Bear hugging a rainbow. If he didn't know, I'll keep him in my thoughts. Mr. Moose Knuckle, I wish you the best with shopping for snugger underwear and bigger pants.

In other news, I feel like I need to start working out again.

The last time I remember working out at the gym was December...it's almost July. Wow, I just realized I've been a lazy-ass for seven months...but a productive lazy-ass nonetheless lol. I mean I did choreograph a dance and have been dancing all summer but that's not the same. I want to increase my endurance, stamina and my inner-core strength before the summer is over. Not to mention, my birthday is coming up: August 19th. (I will be expecting gifts duckies lol).

Speaking of summer, I have another SummerBoy update!

As of yesterday, I'm reviewing a SummerBoy application of this hot dude that lives on the same street as me (he lives no more than thirty feet away from my house). He's funny and rough. By rough, I mean this dude is a dude: straight-up hardcore, masculine, "you-would-never-think-I'm-gay-until-you-catch-me-messing-around-with-your-gay-best-friend" kind of dude. His name is Nigel.
The only bad thing about him is he lives so close to me. He texted me this morning, calling me Mr. Purple Shirt.
Duckies, I'm wearing a purple shirt today!!! That's a little creepy...and hot.
He's only going to be in New York for a couple of months. Nigel is from Florida and he recently inured himself at work, hence him moving out to New York to recover and relax. He says he's fine though. And I don't mind having a sexy neighbor around for the summer. I'm good at helping hotties recover. lol (That was dirty!)

Enough of that! Let's get to some "Words of Wisdom."

"In order to truly appreciate something, you have to understand the circumstances of your life in its absence. Without experiencing the loss of something, you will never really know how credible and invaluable things are to you. Hold onto to your darlings, your "everythings"--even the little things--and show them your relentless gratitude."

Okay duckies, it's time for me to get some work done. I'm going to try to finish four lengthy submissions today. Wish me luck.

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

Live, love & Lady Gaga
Gabriel Anderson