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Filed under: Life
I haven’t posted lately – mainly because 1. I know I’m not the best at writing and 2. I’ve been busy.
This past weekend was Gay Pride in San Diego. I can say I had a good time but I don’t understand how some people are so dramatic! I’m glad that I keep myself away from the drama and I don’t need constant attention. It makes me wonder what it’s like to be a guy who constantly needs all eyes on him while being the center of EVERYTHING to feel good about himself. I was exhausted watching him.
P.S. I drank a lot this weekend but walked even more. My feet are killing me today.
Oh well.
So my backyard isn’t finished just yet. The gardener was only able to finish half of what I wanted in the 8 hours he spent at my house. I feel bad because I know how much work he did and how much more he has to do. I plan to have him back this coming weekend to hopefully finish. I’m very grateful for people like him who do such hard work so I don’t have to.
ok back to work
- Call Me A Dreamer
I can’t believe how excited I was this weekend to go shopping for plants! My grandmother who is in town for a few weeks decided that my backyard needed some fruit trees so she offered to pay for the trees and hire a gardener to put them in – thank god because I am not keen on digging holes.
Friday evening I went to a nursery just to see what I was getting myself into. They had a few nice trees but they were also closing so I figured I’d try a couple other places the following morning. Saturday morning I got up bright and early and went to this wholesale plant nursery – 200 acres of plants! I think I found a little slice of heaven. I had a blast looking at all the trees, flowers and shrubs. But I had to remind myself that I was there for one particular reason – fruit trees. They didn’t have quite the selection I was expecting but I was given the name of a smaller nursery down the highway which I was told would have what I was looking for and boy they were right.
Now this last nursery I went to is down south in a ‘not-so-nice’ part of town. I was a little nervous about going in the first place but I had to make the attempt. Pulling up it looked very small and the parking lot had maybe space for 8-10 cars at the most. When I got out and walked onto the property my mouth must have dropped as I couldn’t believe how interesting this place looked. Plants and trees everywhere – and Bill the Farmer even lives on property – he has a little house in the middle of the nursery!
At one point I wasn’t sure if I was really seeing goat, turkeys and even a horse in a stable off to one side. This place was fascinating and everywhere you turned there was another ‘secret’ area full of plants and trees. The people where very helpful – I found my three fruit trees: a peach, plum and orange tree to be exact. I was a proud semi-gardener for the afternoon.
Now today, Tuesday, the gardener is at my house while I am at work. I’m a little nervous since I can’t actually be there to see him putting the trees in but I left instructions and placed each plant where I want it.
Here’s to hoping I get home in a few hours and am not disappointed…
- Call Me A Dreamer
If you’ve read my earlier posts you know that I’ve been having issues with my now ex-friend. Up until this past weekend I kept my cool and try to let it all just pass instead of stooping to his level.
Well, Friday that changed. After dinner and having some drinks I get home and decided to post on my Facebook the fact that I know of “someone” who had sex with another ”someone who happens to be married”. And I put in a keyword that directly connected these two people. I figured what the hell, he started it, I’ll finish it. I always get the last word.
At approximately 1:30am on Saturday my phone starts ringing and it’s my ex-friend. I hit ignore and then the phone rings again. I hit ignore once again and yet again he calls back. After I didn’t answer for the third time I figure he got the hint that I wasn’t going to answer. I knew then that he had to have seen my post and was probably very upset knowing that if certain people saw it, his secret would be out. So with my satisfaction I deleted the post and went to sleep.
So here is to hoping this is all over – the friendship and drama.
Life is good and I can’t complain.
- Call Me A Dreamer
Well not literally – I’m not a porn star but I do work for a fairly large porn company and help run our gay porn site. Now why is that so hard to explain to people?
I am always faced with awkwardness of trying to explain what I do to family and friends. For the most part I do tell people that I do help produce a porn site and then I get tons of questions about how it feels to look at porn all day and what porn stars I know. If you knew me personally you’d probably think I would be the last person to work in this industry. I have no problems with it but I’ve always worked in ‘corporate america’ with the 9-5 job where everything was always overly uptight and overly professional. But not anymore
Now usually when someone I’ve just met or an extended-family member asks, I answer with “i work in internet marketing”. I don’t even know what that really means but it seems to satisfy their curiosity. I hate that there is such a taboo on porn.
I’ll be honest, I was concerned when I was offered this job. I wasn’t sure if this was one of those overnight companies that would one day be gone when I came into the office. But since starting I’ve realized how professional and serious everyone is. I love the high standards we have as a company and all of the models/porn stars are amazing people – sure they get paid to have sex but someone has to do it.
It makes me wonder if ONE day I’ll be fine with telling everyone I work in the adult entertainment industry or if I’ll always have a little secret. Hmmm.
- Call Me A Dreamer
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What a weekend…
Once my workday ended on Friday I decided I wanted to have dinner at one of my favorite places. It’s a little bistro type place called Bite. I love it. I get the same thing every time to the point where all the staff knows my wine order to my food order and I just sit and enjoy my company. After dinner and a few glasses of wine I decided to walk next door to the bar that I also often drink at. It was packed and I loved it. Sat down with my friend, started to have a drink and then I notice I have an email from my boss.
A little nervous yet more curious I call him to find out what was up. He mentioned we had a group of guys in town that he wanted to show a good night out and he needed me to call my friend who manages a local nightclub to get everyone on the guest list and a VIP table with bottle service. It was also said that I should attend so I can be introduced to everyone. Not what I wanted to hear as I had at this point enough drinks for one night and just wanted to get home.
I made my phone call, got myself plus 15 on the guest list with a table and bottle service. The night was very successful and why wouldn’t it be when your group is all porn stars Everyone had a blast from what I can remember and I eventually had to sneak out to head home around 12:30am – although apparently I received a text at 1:15am from the boss asking where I was… oops? oh well.
Saturday morning I had to be up at 6:30am (which is why I didn’t want to be out last the night before) to pick up my grandmother from the airport. She is in town for a month to visit family and friends as she doesn’t live locally anymore. I did the normal checking of the flight schedule before I left the house and the website said it was on schedule only to find that once I got to the airport, the flight was over an hour delayed. Stupid website. So instead of heading back home to then just turn back around I went over to Starbucks got a coffee and parked near the harbor to try to rest since I was still a little drunk. I hate being hung over.
Finally back home with my grandmother I desperately needed to nap and thankfully she did too from traveling. I think we slept all day with short breaks to snack. Then eventually got ready to have dinner out.
Sunday was chill – it was Father’s Day so I started the day with my brother and sister taking our Dad to brunch and then walked around. Then headed to have a dinner with my stepfather and grandfather. The night was enjoyable and the weekend overall was a blast.
I’m just bummed Monday here, again.
- Call Me A Dreamer
Seriously, today has been going so slowly. Maybe it’s because I’ve been checking my phone constantly waiting for a reply from a friend so we can finish planning an event at his club. I hate waiting for people.
Finally around 12:30p I decided it would be a good time to find somewhere to eat. I love my job because I work ‘downtown’ on the 7th floor of a nice big building with a nice security guard. For those of you who watch MTV’s The City or have seen The Devil Wears Prada, just know I feel like I’m in New York every day as I come and go from my office building. Luckily I’m on the west coast with the great weather.
I’m still stuck over my latest argument with my ’ex-friend’ as I’m now referring to him although these days with all the Facebooking and Twittering I still know what he is doing all the time. Something inside wants me to reach out to him and at least try to talk things out, maybe next week. Though I will admit I do miss having my weekly drinking buddy to gossip and just chill with.
Yesterday I went to visit the grave of my Aunt. She passed away back in ’95 and I haven’t been back to visit the site in probably a good 8-10 years. My favorite thing that lives on from my Aunt is her daily question “Have I told you today that I love you?”. It’s hard for me to deal with death but it also reminds me that life is short and to make something great out of every moment of every day. I know that is why I am the way I am. I try to find the good in everyone and appreciate them for it. I just wish more people did the same.
Here’s to a relaxing weekend!
- Call Me A Dreamer
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I was reading through some blogs today and found my quote of the day: “DON’T act like you’re a Lauren when you’re really a Heidi“. If you don’t know it’s referring to MTV’s The Hills, Lauren Conrad and Heidi Montag.
The quote struck me specifically because of all the drama I recently endured from a now ex-friend. It just makes me laugh to know how two-faced some people really are. Oh and get this, he sent me a text yesterday which read: “I’m not losing you and if your done I will keep fighting for you. “. Ugh, I’ll just ignore it for now.
I just got back from having a nice little lunch by myself. There is a taco place I found at a nearby mall that I just love. It’s nice to sit in the sun and just people watch. Although I need to learn that unless its 75 degrees or warmer outside, I must have a jacket – I get cold way too easily.
Time to focus back on work.
- Call Me A Dreamer
“Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
A different city every night oh
I swear the world better prepare
For when I’m a billionaire”
I’m loving this song right now, I Want to be a Billionaire, by Travie McCoy.
So I’m currently in this slump. I recently ‘lost’ for a lack of better words, someone who I considered a bestfriend. No, he didn’t pass away but rather started some very unnecessary drama to the point where I figured it would be best to part ways. I’m surprised how evil people can really be.
Right now I’m at the point where I can’t help but to want to have some ‘revenge’. But I really don’t want to stoop to that level, I’m just so frustrated and hurt and very shocked that this would happen to me. I consider myself very trustworthy and my friend and I had a great friendship which has been going on for about 2-3 years. I guess in the big scope of things, I shouldn’t be too let down, but I am.
I do believe in karma so for now I’ll let life take it’s course.
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I’m not really sure what I’m doing here but I do know that I have recently engulfed myself in blogs and have found some very fascinating stories. Somewhere deep down inside I feel as if I should give this a try and share my life stories both past and present. I’ve been told many times that I’m an “old soul in a young body”. I can admit that I have had a lot of life experiences; all that I have learned from and all that I believe happened for a reason.
As I am typing this first post an old acquaintance keeps jumping through my thoughts – Charlene.
Charlene is probably one of the sweetest ladies I’ve been honored to meet. I used to work at a hair salon which was located in a residential/commercial building. The salon had it’s business office in the loft next to Charlene’s. I would often see Charlene in the hall as I’d go between the salon and the office – I was the salon coordinator so I spent most of my time in the office although I’d go visit the stylists throughout the day for some human interaction.
If I had to guess I would say Charlene was in her mid to late 50s and boy was she a hoot. Any time she walked by the office door she’d pop her head in a say hello with a friendly wave. I found out that she had lived there for years and actually knew the salon owner’s mother. Charlene was someone that once you started talking she always had a story to tell and I loved listening.
Well over time as all good things come to an end, the salon owner’s mother became very ill and past away. I remember telling Charlene and she just grabbed onto me and hugged me tight. I told her about the services and I knew that Charlene didn’t drive – she took the bus everywhere – so I offered to pick her up the day of the services and take her to the funeral. It was a somber drive as you’d expect and I remember her telling me how badly she wanted to speak at the funeral but she wouldn’t dare as she hates speaking in front of others. I suggested she try because it would be horrible to wonder ‘what if’ at the end of the day.
After the services as I drove Charlene back home she started to cry a little. I asked her if she was all right considering the circumstances. She looked over at me and thanked me. It wasn’t the reaction I was expecting and I asked her what it was that she felt she needed to thank me for. She explained how “kids these days” never want anything to do with adults and tend to have very little respect for their elders. She said she felt special that I would be comfortable being ‘seen’ with her in public and that she was glad I gave her a small push to speak in front of a crowd. I told her how I was honored to have met her in the first place and how much she has taught me with her random afternoon stories. I dropped her off at her place, thanked her for being her and off I went. That was one of the last times I saw her since it was shorty after that I was off to start another job but I’ll never forget her and I hope she is still doing well.
-Call Me A Dreamer
