So I'm out of Oxford. It fel weird that last night lying on a blow up mattress in the middle of my living room floor, all the rooms barren of most traces of Garry. Well my bedroom had the hole in the wall where I lost my balance putting on my underwear one morning and the guest bedroom had the huge stain of slightly discolored fabric where I kept ( Read more... )

yeah...big tears

who cries over football? Emotional gay men I guess.

The job saga continues on ( Read more... )

packing up ones life ( Read more... )

my life here lately has refused to operate on the echedule I want it to...

anyway I got a call from a performing arts magnet school in Huntsville this morning...they want to talk to me about their available position.

can we say who wants to wait til the last minute?

Those I got right ( Read more... )

well I thought I was... I'll just have to settle for continuing to think it, because there are other things more important to me than an illegal substance. Call me old-fashioned, call me ridiculous, call me a grammaw...

whatever.

It's good to know where we stand.

So everyone reading this journal of mine has probably tired themselves out by listening tome rant about my future employment opportunities. Well perhaps I should no longer rant, huh. Here is where I stand ( Read more... )

I have always been a fan of Jack Lemmon and Hank Azaria. The former being perfect on both sides of the comedic/dramatic fence and the latter because he is married to Helen Hunt...and he's funny too ( Read more... )