In Love

Hey there duckies!  I'm sure all is well on your end...and if things aren't just know that everything will be in time.

Loves, I am so in love...with my job.  I know it's only been a week (and it's only training/orientation) but I absolutely love working at Bed Bath & Beyond.  Tomorrow will be my first day in my actual department--Bridal Registry--and I'm so excited.  My direct manager seems so fun and I feel like we're going to have a great time working together.  I think I'm an invaluable employee because I always put 100% into every task given, if it's just doing something on Microsoft Excel.

Oh! You know how every job comes with a manual about your company, covering topics like sexual harassment, fraternizing, and other important matters?  Well I read the entire manual and I found out something interesting.

I discovered that since I am now an employee of the company and that I mention the company in my blog, I must make a disclaimer.  Well, here is my official disclaimer as a Bed Bath and Beyond employee.

I, Antoine Gardner, an employee of Bed Bath and Beyond, as of March 18, 2013, hereby inform the readers of this blog that I am expressing only my opinion and no one else's on this social media platform.  I will not post confidential matters about my employer on this platform and everything posted here is solely my opinion and my opinion alone.  Thank you.

Anyway, now that that's taken care of let's get to something juicy.  Remember the hottie I was talking about last time?

Well he's just a great guy.  He's too young for my liking, meaning we can't even legally go out for drinks, but he seems like a real cool dude.  I would definitely enjoy being his friend outside of work, as well as being a cordial co-worker.  In addition, there's tons of eye candy at my store anyway to keep my entertained...but I will NEVER approach someone about pursuing a romantic/intimate relationship and/or fling because I don't fuck where I eat, for the most part.

I think I'm going to really enjoy this job because the people at my job are in my age bracket, for the most part, so I'll be able to converse and relate to them.  At my other jobs people were usually older than me and all they wanted to talk about was my youthful and crazy life or something old people talk about, like retirement, children, and their dislike of Lady Gaga.

In other news, I've developed a slight crush on someone and recently exchanged numbers with them.  He is so dreamy.

He's a "friend of a friend" and right when I met him I had a feeling he was a person that listened to "my kind of music."  We exchanged numbers and one day we both got really intoxicated--well, I can't speak for him; I know I was--and I shot him some texts telling him that I found him extremely attractive.  And guess what he said?  "Wow, thank you.  I think you're very handsome and you have a pretty smile."

Do you know how quickly my jaw dropped and how fast my face turned red?  Thank God he wasn't standing in front of me.  I probably would have tried to steal a kiss.  The fact that this dude even uttered those words, even if they were just friendly and platonic made me feel so...noticed.  He's one of those people who is as beautiful outside as they are inside, as far as I know.

Anywho, we kept conversing via text and then I asked if he was single.  He told me he was currently trying to get out of a relationship that wasn't working out anymore.

I feel a bit indifferent about this update because four things could happen:

1) He could hash things out with his significant other and they could get back with each other;

2) He could end things with his partner and he could just want to be single for awhile;

3) He could terminate the relationship and make me his rebound;

4) He could end things with his dude and end up not wanting to be with me.

Although, I wouldn't mind dating him as soon as he's available, I wouldn't want to pressure him into anything.  I'm not that kind of dude.  But I wouldn't mind getting to know him.  He seems like such a sweet guy and whatever choice he makes would be cool.  I mean, just being friends with him would even tickle my fancy.  Do you know how hard it is to find real gay friends in the city without them trying to fuck you?  It's damn near impossible.

But regardless of what happens, I'm just going to focus on me.  I've been trying to find a stable job and now I have it.  It's time to keep this job so I can attain my next goal, which is to move out...AND NEVER COME BACK!

(Okay, I mean never come back in regards to me starting my true independence.  I didn't mean I wouldn't come back to visit. I love my family!)

(The above picture isn't my family--obviously--but you get the point.)

Have you guys heard Justin Timberlake's new album?! Oh-my-Jesus-on-a-bicycle!

(I can't believe I found an image of Jesus on a bicycle.  The Internet, i swear.)

Anyway, back to JT's album!

"The 20/20 Experience" is a divine masterpiece.  I am proud to say that I am a Justin Timberlake fan because his musicianship has really matured and this album really showcases his vocal talents and musicality.  I was floored at how wonderfully every song flowed into the next.  (I'm currently listening to it right now actually.  I can't stop!)  He only has a total of 10 songs on his album, including his first single off the album "Suit & Tie," but the album is over an hour long.  The average length of a song has to be around 7 minutes but it doesn't feel like that at all.  Justin Timberlake has truly come back to the relevancy of chart-topping hits once again, like he never missed a beat.

Oh! I keep forgetting to mention this duckies.  I have an Instagram account and you should follow me.  I mean everyone in their right mind should.  My Instagram handle/username is Antoinelikesbeer.  (Click here or any mention of Instagram on this page to go to my profile to follow me.) I mean, if you know me, you know I love beer, especially Sapporo.

I think it's time for a new Word of the Week.

This Word of the Week is actually an acronym.

D.I.T.Y. (pronounced "dih-tee"): Did It To Yourself; getting yourself into a situation knowingly; not minding one's business; being nosy.

Ex: "Tommy, you got arrested because you were stupid enough to smoke a joint in front of your building and not inside like a smart person. You d.i.t.y.!"

Now for some Words of Wisdom:

"Most people talk about doing something with their lives, only to watch it without trying to change it for the better.   How do you expect to stand out and progress if you're sitting down?  Take charge of every situation you're in and make sure to tweak it so you end as the winner in every situation.  If you don't come out as the winner get off the floor, dust yourself off, and try again.  This is your life."

Okay my loves. I hope you all have a wonderful week and sexy weekend.

I love you for reading.

-Gabriel Anderson

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

Just Putting It Out There

My duckies! Oh my stars it has been forever since we last had any interaction.  It's been eight months...but who's counting?!

I've come to the conclusion that I have been in my own way ever since I graduated from school.  Given I underwent two nervous breakdowns--one during the summer of 2010 and another the following year, (which I'm pretty sure was a direct effect of me going through withdrawals from not taking my medication)--but I don't have any more excuses for this standstill I'm in. I've been holding myself back from adventure and employment because I'm picky.

I came to this realization toward the beginning of this month.  I received a call from a random organization saying that I applied to one of their positions and they were willing to offer me a job.  (I most likely did because I tend to just apply to any job on my iPhone, using the Monster and Indeed job applications.)  Well this guy gave me the details for the job...and I immediately declined.  The job was an administrative assistant position--one where I over-qualify--and it paid twelve dollars an hour.  Fourteen an hour isn't bad...but twelve?! I want at least seventeen an hour.  I think I deserve that much.  But here was the catch to this job...IT WAS ONLY FOR SIX MONTHS, WITHOUT THE CHANCE OF REHIRING!!!

Since I graduated I've had nothing but temp jobs and I'll let you know this now: temping sucks.  Every assignment is the same. Every boss thinks you're incompetent or a jackass because you're a temp.  And once you prove them wrong and show them your worth, your assignment there is nearly over.  In addition, most temp agencies have you sign a contract where if you work for a certain company, through them, you cannot work for the company as long as you're still employed by the agency...and sometimes you have to wait a year until you're no longer affiliated with the agency.

I feel as though I deserve a great job because I am an incredibly loyal employee.  My work ethic is impeccable--if I love my job and sometimes even when I hate it--and I deserve a big boy job where I can start a career.  I'm tired of being the new guy every other few months and having to kiss extra ass because my agency couldn't extend my stay at a particular assignment.  So now I'm steering clear of temp agencies and I'm looking for a big boy job.

Speaking of a big boy job, I'm kind of heading in the right direction toward my dream profession as a published writer.  I'm about one hundred and ten (plus) pages into my first memoir...and this writing site wants me to contribute to their blog.  And not only that, they're considering publishing one of my pieces in their annual journal publication.  If this happens this means I will officially be a writer in the eyes of the world.

To quote one of my favorite shows "GIRLS," "when most people say they want to write, they just want to stay home, eat, and, masturbate."  And as of late I stopped just eating and masturbating.  I'm writing everyday now too.

So the site is called Nomadic Sojourns Journal and the general theme behind the pieces they accept relate to movement.  Now you must be thinking, in what regard exactly? My initial thought was this site was about breaking it down to "Single Ladies" or serving "Black Swan" realness!

However, it can mean that and many things.  The Nomadic Sojourns Journal focuses on the movement of the mind, body, and spirit.  It can focus on how moved you can be by watching your firstborn son excel at a spelling bee or watching an injured kitten hobble across an alley at night.  Movement, in any sense, is the state of progressing into something you weren't before.  Without movement life wouldn't exist or at least it wouldn't be worth living.  The very essence of moving makes our blood flow, which makes our heart beat, and in effect enables us to live.  With that being said I felt honored that such an institution extended their domain and literary hand to me.

Speaking of extending their hand to me, I've recently started talking to this older gentleman--for close to a month now--and he is smitten with me already.  (Oh that SummerBoy Antonio or whatever his name was ended up being the craziest person I've ever fucked/dated/talked to ever.  I mean I'm sure he was like a stage 10 bipolar asshole.  One day he called me 28 times in a row and texted me over twenty hateful texts because he thought I was at another guy's house.)

Anyway back to this older gentleman.  He's in his thirties, don't you dare judge me, and I enjoy his company.  But once I "put it down" on him and found his "spot" he went from hardly picking up his phone to calling me multiple times a day.  This always happens to me.  The second I find a guy I think is sane and I think he can handle my sex, afterwards he becomes bat-shit bonkers.

I'm not bragging but (excuse my frank language) my head/fellatio skills are top-notch and once dudes get it once, they usually don't want it to be the last time.  There's another thing that bothers me about this dude now though.  He's in his thirties and he says in order for me to date him his family has to be okay with it.

I'm sorry I thought I was the younger one.  You're thirty-six and you need approval from your family to date someone?  Boy bye.  Ain't nobody got time for that, right Sweet Brown?

I left my watch over at his house the other night and he just left for a month-long trip to the Dominican Republic...so I guess I'll just have to find another watch and another soon-to-be man lol.

Anywho, I have been asking the universe for some things (i.e. a job, a man, selflessness, etc.) and it has been giving me some okay results so I guess it's time to let the universe know what I really want.  And what better way to do this than right here?  So I'm just gonna put it out there via letter...

Dear Universe,

I would like to thank you for all that you have given me.  You are magnificent and forever wonderful.  I come to you now to ask you for a few things.  

First and foremost I would like a great paying job that I love, preferably in the publishing and/or entertainment industry, that I can turn into a long-lasting career.  I want this job to take me places that I can't even fathom.  I am ready to put in the hard work and dedication needed to make a name for myself.  

Second, I would like to move out of my family's home before this year is complete.  It's been a fantastic and cushion-like twenty-four years but it's time to move out.  Also, I would like a dependable roommate who won't ditch me last minute when it comes to rent or if we have plans (and they decide to go with another friend to a Nets game).

Third, I would like a gentleman lover between the age of 21 and 32.  He has to be funny, intelligent, compassionate, a little sassy, fun to be around, attractive, and he has to have some kind of a passion.  I love a man with passion, universe. (Don't get me started with that.) I want him to be able to make his own decisions and I am willing to make time for him and love him, only if he is willing to do the same.  I want a man who is equally fun being around just eating Doritos and watching Netflix as he is going out for a night of drinks and dancing.  Oh and he has to love cuddling and must be divine in bed.  Okay, maybe not divine but he has to be able to make me desire him.

Fourth, I would like a better batch of friends.  I want friends that don't just say "let's hang out."  I want friends that actually call me to ask how I am and are just fine with coming over and talking.  Why must we go out and get drunk to enjoy ourselves? I want some new ride-or-die buddies.  I only have about four friends that I consider soulmates now, due to some unfortunate circumstances, but that's life.

Let's make this happen, universe.  

I thank you. 

I love you. 

I need you. 

I ask of you to believe in you, in order to receive from you.

Amen.

Well, I think it's time for a new word of the week.

This WORD OF THE WEEK is: ASTRACTED (pronounced uh-strack-ted)

Astracted: When someone so beautiful comes into view that you become distracted by your attraction toward them.

Example: "Girl, I'm so sorry. I didn't hear a word you said. Jeremy just came into the room and I got so astracted."

Since I gave you a word of the week it's only fair that I leave you with some Words of Wisdom.  

"Never be afraid to try something new.  Professionals once were amateurs....but remember, amateurs built the arc.  Professionals built the Titanic.  Go build your arc and sail through your dreams."

Okay duckies, I promise that since I have so much time on my hands that I will post as much as I can.  Oh and I'll make sure to keep you updated with my writing escapades with the Nomadic Sojourns Journal.

I love you for reading.

-Gabriel Anderson

No Sass Left Behind

Today was a very good day.  (I was about to type "today" again because it was such a beautiful day lol).  I wasn't sassed today; I repeat, I was NOT sassed today.  What is the world coming to?!  First the economy, then our school's late night market ran out of pickle spears, and now the sass-fountain has a drought; wtf?!  Anywho, the Men's Basketball team won tonight...aow-aow!  Go boys!  In addition, I found out that I'm getting paid for my secret job on campus soon...woohoo!  Also, one of my professors told my class that he's going to cancel our final "on account that we did so well on our papers."  (I love my life, if you haven't noticed lol.)  

I wish all my professors did that because that would be delightful.  And don't give me some lame excuse like "you won't know if you learned anything this semester Gabriel."  Screw that noise!  With that time off I could learn how to drive.  I really need to get on that by the way.  What if I need to make an emergency run to Nordstrom for a sale or to the GoldRoc Diner for a greek omelet (mmm, a Greek omelet sounds so good right now).  As random as it sounds I'm watching  "Baby Mama" right now and regardless how many times I've seen it, my laughs are still fresh.

Anywho, it seems as though everyone around me is in a sour mood.  Not like a sassy mood but a sour mood, sour like sour skittles dipped in sugar and fried in diabetes...and then smeared in unicorn feces.  I think people are catching fukmylifeasitis, a condition in which college students are susceptible around finals week.  Fortunately enough I've never contracted this horrible condition.  The cure is to stay positive and do your work.  Everyone who has caught fukmylifeasitis...get over it.  Stop wallowing in your stress and take your life into your hands.  

With that being said let's get to the quote for Dec 5th:

"Easy is only as you make it.  Things become difficult only when you doubt yourself.  You are the s@it, so take a big whiff."

The secret to life lies within the belief of yourself.  If you get that down the universe will have your back, that's it.  So get over your case of fukmylifeasitis and live your life.  I wish you all eternal happiness.  Stay true.

Peace, love & Obama,

Gabriel Anderson

A Time for Change (Rev Phelps. Quote for Nov 17th)

Hey sexy. I know everything is going extremely well with you because that's how your life should be everyday. Anywho, this weekend has been such a hassle. I had to go to two basketball games, Friday and Saturday. On Friday the men's basketball team lost by one point. (BOOOOO, Qunnipiac! You got lucky!) On Saturday, of course the women's basketball team slaughtered Dartmouth because when don't the women win? Other than that, as usual UHA was a walking, breathing, inebriated wasteland with Lil' Wayne blasting through every one of our school's cheap windows.
My suitemates and I are starting to really get along; we shoot the shit more often then ever now. This is cool. (For all my gameheads out there, we were playing God of War 2 again for the umpteenth time this weekend and it's still amazing. I can't wait for God of War 3 to grace us with its presence.) For all those who look forward to Reverend Phelps' inspirational business day text messages I do apologize. Verizon sucks when it comes to mass texting so I figured BlogSpot would do the job with more efficiency and with less headaches. I am going to write the quote of the day, the day before so people can see it. So for example, today's blog (Nov 16th) will have the quote for tomorrow (Nov 17th). But remember the quotes will only be provided for business days. I'm sure you guys can take care of yourself on the weekends. The quote for tomorrow (Nov 17th) is:

"People who can't accept change are usually the ones who can't function without a comfort zone. Break free of those insecurities and experience life without boundaries. You are the only thing standing in the way of your beautiful future."

You better love that quote because I do. I have no idea where these quotes come from but they're always in my head. Maybe this is the start of my career as a life coach, who knows? But right now my heart is set out to be the editor-in-chief of Details Magazine by 26. Speaking of fashion (Details is a heavily-dependent fashion magazine), I love today's outfit so I had to take some photos. I have to get ready for a late dinner with a dear friend of mine so I'll leave you guys with these sexy pictures.



Two of my friends told me they look like Gap ads...I am flattered lol. Well anywho, I'll talk to you guys later. Stay true.

Lately,
Gabriel Anderson