Glambert

I think Adam Lambert is adorable, and I like him, but I am not feelin' his music at all. I'm not denying he's a good singer, but something about his voice just doesn't do it for me. He reminds me of Richard Marx. ACK. :/

But I applaud his "ranchy" performance and do think the controversy surrounding him is bullshit, HOWEVER-- it is stuff like this that will keep your career going, because people keep talking. And talking. And talking.

Judgment?

Really tired of the evil eye. My red string bracelet fell off (as its supposed to) a few months ago, and I think I need another one.

Gossip and insults are just people's insecurity about saying what they REALLY feel to your face.

I'm all about sugar-coating if need be, but at least get it out in the open so the accused can defend their self!

Geez!

Hell, I'm as judgmental as the next person, but at least I try to put myself in their place before I start sending them up the river. You never know what someone's motivation is... unless they tell you. I try to be open and sometimes I explain to a fault what motivates me to make decisions about MY life.

I fear retreating into that "other world" where everything is all shiny and happy on the outside, and the inside is a big, fucked up mess.

Been there, done that.

Sorry, had to vent a little.

-r

shorty what yo name iz

I just watched this because I LOVELOVELOVE Beyonce. But I am now thoroughly convinced that B just put Lady Gaga in this video to make herself look better. I mean... Gaga looks like a googley-eyed skinny-ass white girl that can't dance. (AGAIN-- but this time it's worse because she's up next to Beyonce.) If they took Lady Gaga out the video would be way better. I LOVE Beyonce with the Bettie Paige wig! Fucking AMAZING.


Video Phone (Extended Remix) Feat. Lady Gaga

Beyonce | MySpace Music Videos

"In my life, I have prayed but one prayer: Oh lord, make my enemies ridiculous. And god granted it." -- Voltaire

Really?!

I guess it's never too early for drama from a drama queen.

*eyeroll*

I'm gonna tell you about love

I am a 33 year old recovering alcoholic gay man.

I have had 4 significant long term relationships.

Of these 4, I considered 1 a marriage.

My ex husband died last Thursday after a whirlwind 1 week battle with Hodgkins Lymphoma.

Today would have been our 3 year anniversary... had I not been such a drunk last year when we broke up.

I miss Shane. I did when we broke up, and I really do now.

There can never be that hope of reconciliation anymore.

No more "Ta-Da!... See I fixed myself! Don't you wanna work this out??!!"

We met seemingly by coincidence, he walked into my salon suite for a haircut (little did I know that his hair was an obsessive thing for him... I had to cut it every 10 days... LOL).

The instant our eyes met I knew that I wanted to share my life with him, and by the next morning he had sent me an email, a Myspace friend request, and an invitation to have a drink with him.

The only snag was my ex ex boyfriend. Our relationship was on life support, and it was nauseating thinking I couldn't be with Shane, but also ending a 4 year relationship to begin a new one.

So... out with the old - in with the new!

I don't really like to discount my previous relationships, as I've learned a great deal from each of them, but He was the ONE!!!

I wonder if he still is The One.

We moved in together, he bought a house, and we had a dog. We had matching Jeeps, and what appeared the perfect life, working together to make a house a home... like everyone else.

I had a problem though. Shane wasn't perfect, who is? I however LOST IT!

He travelled an immense amount of time for work, and every time he left I went crazy. Not because I wanted to have fun, but because I missed him terribly.

It was all good when he was in town, but he could never be sure when he left if it was gonna be a good or bad trip.

Eventually he couldn't take it anymore. He was done. I was fucked up even more because I pushed him away, even though it all started because I was afraid to lose him.

The love part comes into play with all the great times: Vacations, nights out, nights in, etc. The normal stuff.

But what really counts is that no matter how much strife, or anger, or frustration from either of us towards each other... we managed for a long while to figure out TOGETHER how to stay together. There was so much real love that whatever happened in our separate worlds, when they came together it was magic.

My greatest memories are of us just being together, holding hands on the couch, not having to speak. Comfort. Ease. Joy. LOVE.

Going to bed together at the same time. Brushing our teeth and making fun of each other's "getting ready for bed" rituals. (His always took longer than mine!)

Knowing how he liked his coffee, figuring out what he might want for dinner by the sound of his voice on the phone, KNOWING each other. With or without words.

Seeing recognition in each other's eyes and still saying "I love you", just because you like hearing yourself say them to each other.

The greatest gift that Shane gave me was learning how to be a man of honor, keeping your word, and forgiving someone their shortcomings. I have never had a man in my life, romantic or otherwise, that has shown me on a consistent basis how to BE a man. Until Shane.

Thank you my beloved, BEAUTIFUL, most special and precious Shane.

I love you, Hunkin!

peace-

R