Moving On

Amigos y patos! (Hello friends and duckies!)
I don't know why I keep greeting people in Spanish lately.  Maybe it's because I'm just trying to attract more Hispanic Adonises in my life.

(This dude could tie me to his bed for three days and not feed me if he'd marry me afterwards LOL.)

Anyway, I have some amazing news my lovely duckies: I GOT THE JOB!!!  I will be a Bridal Registry Consultant at Bed Bath & Beyond in April!

(Actually, orientation begins for me on March 18th--for two weeks--so I won't actually be working really until April...I think.)

But I got the job duckies! I'm so proud of myself.  I cannot wait to start.  This is going to sound like the gayest thing--but what's gayer than being a bridal registry consultant, right? LOL. 

I think that weddings and love are so magical.  I've only been to ONE wedding in my adult life and it was my father's.  He was finally getting married to his wife in 2010 and I thought people that cried at weddings were fools.  But somehow I became one of those "fools."  

At first I thought it was the fact that it was a beautiful wedding: it was held at the Riu Resort in Montego Bay, Jamaica.  Not only was it on the resort, it was on one of the most fucking beautiful beaches I've ever seen and we legit sat on chairs, in the sand.  However, I realized it wasn't all the aesthetics of the wedding that made it beautiful.  This was one of those moments were I actually saw my father chocked up and I saw that he really loved his wife.  They were both crying, my father's tears merged with his sweat so no one really knew but my sister and I, and it touched me.  Behind my big black Diesel sunglasses my eyes were pouring my emotions onto my shirt.  It was so beautiful.  With this job I won't be directly involved in the wedding planning aspect of their lives but to be a part of a couple's love and new life together is a gift in itself.

 In other news, my current room is currently under construction...I literally mean this because like a sixth of my carpet has been ripped up and cut out for sub-floor repairs.  I'm supposed to be remodeling my room: new flooring, new color schemes, different furniture...the works.  However, now that I'm telling everyone--my family--that I'm making an effort to move out by my 25th birthday (August 19th, if you were wondering) my mom is like "Well, since you're moving out in close to five months maybe we shouldn't do it."

I've been wanting my room remodeled for the longest.  Plus, I'm pretty envious of my mother's and sister's rooms, which were remodeled within the past few months.  And might I add, I helped with the physical labor.

(My sister's new and beautifully adorned room.)

(My mother's superior and decorative room.)

(My hot-ass mess of a room.)

Okay, I'm totally joking.  That last picture isn't my room...but it needs some serious work.  Granted I understand why my mother saying what's the point in remodeling my room at the moment if I intend on flying the coup in August.  But what if I don't reach my goal because I realize that my job isn't enough to live on my own yet and I need until January to move out?  It would be awesome to move out on my 25th birthday, that would be the best present ever, but if it doesn't happen I won't be disappointed.  I know it will happen eventually.  Plus, I don't think I want a roommate if I move out.  I like my own space and sometimes I like being alone.

Oh my God, Words of Wisdom coming at ya early!

"A goal is merely an idea that one sets to attain.  If a time limit is put on a goal this puts more pressure on the ability to succeed.  Don't be dismayed if your goal isn't accomplished when you thought it would be reached.  The only thing you should give up on is giving up."

Speaking of a goal, I know you guys may have read that I'm open to start a new relationship.  Well do you guys remember Nick?  Nick was supposedly the "love of my life."  He's a nice guy.  The sex between us is electrifying.  I enjoy his company, for the most part.  And he went to Yale for grad school.  Anyway, I still talk to Nick to this very day, even though we haven't been together in years.  But I know I shouldn't talk to him anymore.  I need to move on so I can embrace the future.  He moved down south and plays with my emotions so eloquently, to the point where I don't know they're being manipulated.

But do you know why I put up with it?  Nick was the first boyfriend that loved me for me.  He loved my dramatic acts: sometimes I'd get mad at him and get out of his car, while he was driving.

But what really made me fall for him was that he made me feel beautiful when I was naked.  

He would make me strip and he would just stare at me and smile, telling me how beautiful I was.  He still tells me this to this day...and I know he's not lying.  I am beautiful!

I've always been self-conscious about my weight & body image and to have someone finally accept me for me, and I mean all of me, is the greatest thing you can get.  It's worth more than all the diamonds in the world.

However, I can't be with Nick for a few reasons.

1) I know for a fact that he'd never marry a man.  His family is super religious and I'm pretty sure they don't even know that he has sexual relations with men.

2) He lives down south.  Come on! I'm not a Skype/long-distance kind of guy.

3) He hasn't come to terms with his sexuality, in terms of accepting that he's gay.  He says he's bisexual but I know for a fact that he hasn't been with a woman in eons...but what do I know.

I can't be with someone who can't be with me in front of everyone.  I'm not asking to hold hands everywhere or for you to kiss me in front of your friends.  I just want to know that I'm not your dirty little secret.  I don't want part-time love.  The sad part is I'll always love him...but I love me more and I deserve better.

Speaking of deserving better, I finally watched "The Secret: The Movie."  I've read the book a couple times but the film is so much more effective.  It inspired me to think positive and get out of my rut.  I wrote a mantra that I recite at least once a day to keep me on track and to express my gratitude to the universe.  Here is it below:

I AM GRATEFUL FOR EVERYTHING THE UNIVERSE HAS BESTOWED UPON ME.  I AM THANKFUL FOR MY LOVING FAMILY.  I AM THANKFUL FOR MY EDUCATION.  I AM THANKFUL FOR MY HEALTH.  I AM THANKFUL FOR MY BEAUTY.  I AM THANKFUL FOR MY PRIVILEDGED LIFE.  I AM FOREVER GRATEFUL FOR BEING ABLE TO WAKE UP EVERYDAY AND HAVE A CHOICE IN WHAT I CAN DO.

THANK YOU UNIVERSE.

I AM HAPPY TO BE HAPPY. I LOVE THAT I AM LOVED. I AM GREATFUL THAT I AM A GREAT PERSON. I HOPE THAT OTHERS CAN EXPERINCE THE JOY I HAVE EXPERIENCED UP UNTIL THIS MOMENT AND THE JOY I WILL EXPERINCE.

THANK YOU UNIVERSE.

I CAN DO ANYTHING. I AM ORIGINAL. I AM AN AMAZING WRITER. I WILL BE RECOGNIZED BY THE WORLD BY MY POSITIVE LIFE AND I WILL CHANGE MINDS FOR THE BETTER. I WILL CHANGE MY LIFE TODAY AND MAKE IT BETTER THAN YESTERDAY. I AM AS THANKFUL FOR YESTERDAY AS I AM FOR TODAY AND I AM THANKFUL FOR WHAT TOMORROW WILL BRING. MY LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL. MY LIFE IS FULL OF HAPPINESS. I WILL DO WHAT IT TAKES TO BE HAPPY EVERYDAY. I WILL CREATE HAPPINESS AND EXPRESS MY GRATITUDE EVERYDAY.

THANK YOU UNIVERSE.

I COME TO YOU TODAY TO ASK YOU FOR NEW THINGS. I ASK FOR THE ABILITY TO MOVE OUT OF MY FAMILY’S HOME BY MY 25^TH BIRTHDAY. I ASK FOR A RELIABLE ROOMATE. I ASK FOR A ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP WITH A MALE SOULMATE THAT MAKES ME AS HAPPY AS I MAKE MYSELF. I ASK FOR A SUCCESSFUL WRITING CAREER. I ASK FOR AN A-LIST ACTING CAREER. I ASK FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO RECORD AN ALBUM…AND FOR IT TO SELL MORE COPIES THAN I EXPECT.

THANK YOU UNIVERSE.

THANK YOU UNIVERSE.

THANK YOU UNIVERSE.

Oh! The weirdest thing happened to me this weekend.  This is the second time this has happened to me late at night, in this one store.  I was ordering a sandwich at like 2AM because I was a little tipsy and hungry and this man approaches me.  I was jamming to some tunes on my iPhone and I was wearing my Ray-Bans, as usual, but this didn't stop him from coming up to talk to me.  He was an older gentleman: African-American, early 40s, nice-looking, and had a "street" demeanor.

I see his mouth moving and he's looking directly at me, so I pause my music.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"How's your night going, man?"

"It's good."

"Alright, good to hear. Enjoy it," he says, as he tries to give me one of those complicated handshakes.

"Oh so this is what we're doing tonight?" I say jokingly, because I have no idea what kind of handshake he is trying to do.  I'm always clueless when it comes to those "street" handshakes.  (Please don't take my "Black card" away.)

"I know you're feeling a little fruity tonight," he says, smiling and giving me "the look." (You know, the "come hither look.")

"Excuse me?"

"You're a human being.  I don't judge.  Whatever you prefer is what you prefer.  Just do it right.  You understand?"

I was completely thrown off-guard.  This guy just called me out on being gay.  Was he trying to "out" me in front of everyone with malicious intent?

To disregard his comment I went up to the store counter and asked if my sandwich was ready and it was, thank God...but this didn't stop the guy.

"How are you getting home?" he asks.

And that's when I knew he was trying to "holla" at me.

"Oh, I'm walking home. I'll be fine," I respond.

"Is anyone coming to get you.  It's not safe this time of night."

"Trust me. I'm only a few blocks away," I say, smiling.

"Okay. Well be safe.  And get out of here," he says laughing.

That wasn't the first time someone tried to pick me up at the store by my train station late at night.  The other time this other guy--who was hideous--straight-up asked me if I had a boyfriend.  I was mortified and I ran to the car.  My mom was in the driver's seat and when she saw me rush into the car and saw this guy coming out the store behind me, still trying to talk to me, she was like:

"Who is that guy?"

"Just drive," I said.

"What?"

"Please," I looked at her. "Just drive, now."

She started laughing and asked, "That guy hit on you in there, didn't he?"

"Yup. And I definitely wasn't going home with him," I said.

"Well," she pauses, "when you got it, you got it."

It took me awhile to realize that she was referring to my good looks.  I blushed nearly the entire ride home.

Well it only seems right that I give you a new WORD OF THE WEEK.

This WORD OF THE WEEK is prettyful.

Prettyful (pronounced prit-tee-full): the state of being so pretty and beautiful that one cannot decide which to call you; utterly desirable.

Example: "Beyonce is the Queen of the world.  She runs it and she's remarkably prettyful.

(I didn't want to write on the picture.  It would desecrate the prettyfulness of the picture.)

I think it's about time for me to get out of this chair because my ass hurts--not from what you think you dirty little duckies--and I want you all to enjoy the rest of your Monday, and of course your week.

OH AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALICIA!!!!

Here's a little snippet of me drunk-singing in the train station this past weekend. Enjoy.

See you next Monday!

I love you for reading.

-Gabriel Anderson

"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 too...you 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 agents...it 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'.
Ex.
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

Happy Monday

Hey sexy! I hope you duckies had enough fun this weekend to carry you through the week because today is Monday!
Wooooohuh!
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 adventure...no. 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 train...it 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 Starbucks...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!
SUMMERBOY UPDATE!

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.

WORD OF THE WEEK!
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

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



Mhmm!
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

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!

Aow!

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!

Running on Empty

Good afternoon duckies!
I hope all is well because life is meant to be experienced through the lens of optimism and wellness. For the past two nights I haven't been getting much sleep. (Remember the thing I said about how the sleep you got last night will energize you tomorrow?)
Well since I didn't go to bed until 2am on Monday night--I don't blame Beyonce entirely--

--I blame Transformers 2 too! (I didn't go to bed until 3:30 last night!!!)

If you duckies follow me on Twitter, you already know I went to see Transformers 2 at midnight. It was astronomical! It's by far better than the first. The first movie had a lot of dry parts and dialogue, whereas Transformers 2 was all about "in-your-face" action, laugh-out-loud humor, an amazing plot and authentic dialogue. I went with my Mom, Gabriella and Gabriella's friend Rachel.
Job well done Michael Bay!


In other news, I discovered that Gabriella is a genius...

and I'm an incomplete idiot lol.
Five months ago, I purchased a new battery for my laptop. A few months after I bought it I thought it died it because whenever I unplugged my laptop it would immediately shut-off. So being the smart guy I am I figured my battery died out again. I was so mad because I couldn't use my laptop anywhere that didn't have outlets laying around. It was basically on life support: a vegetable to be exact.

Last night Gabriella and I were in the living room, on our laptops. I told her I hated my computer because it was on life support and I couldn't deal with the unbearable heat on my lap. She didn't believe me until I unplugged my laptop and it immediately shut-off. I told her I needed a new battery and I took out the battery and to my amazement everything but the battery was so hot. When I picked it up I said, "I think my battery really is dead. It can't even heat-up anymore."
Gabriella gave it a focused gaze and said "Put the battery back in." I laughed at her and I told her it wasn't going to work. I unplugged the laptop adapter and placed the battery back inside the laptop....and when I pressed the power button it came on!!!
My jaw instantly dropped and Gabriella began laughing her ass off! For months I thought my laptop was a piece of shit...but I was just too dumb to realize I didn't put my battery in correctly.
WOOOOOMP-WOOOOOOMP!

Duckies, I am so tired. I can't wait for 5:30pm to come around so I can touch my pillow inappropriately.

But until then, here are some "Words of Wisdom."

"When things start to progress, difficulty usually comes into the mix. Sometimes tasks seem unbearable and sometimes you might wanna give up. But remember, if life were easy life would be incredibly boring and what's the point in working hard if everyone is the same? Plus, if you're not tested on your ability to adapt and persevere you'd never know your truth worth and level of endurance. Smile, especially when things get rough. Go out there duckies and show them your worth!"

Okay, I'm definitely falling asleep at work. It's time to get some more coffee. I'm gonna make this day beautiful regardless of my energy.
OH! I just made a quiz of FaceBook. Go and take it duckies!

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

Live, love & Lady Gaga
Gabriel Anderson