What to Look Forward To

So, I haven’t blogged for a long time, and I have this personal webspace sitting around. Naturally, the only thing I could do is merge the two together into one, big, clusterfuck of something.

To sum up what’s been going on lately with me. I’ve been good. Me and Greg are about to celebrate 9 years together in a couple of months. Needless to say, I couldn’t be any happier with things. Job is going great, still churning hard every day. And, I’m still working on getting healthier. My legs have been doing good, and I need to get back into a workout routine.

That’s all for now, stand by for thoughts a plenty!

Here we go again!

I have decided that this website will now house my blog, effective from now.  To give it a true sense of my history, I decided to import my old LiveJournal here, and port over a couple of blogs that I have tried (unsuccessfully) to do over the years.  So, it’s all here.  Not that anyone will want to do anything with it or anything.

You know, if emotions ran the way they always have for me, you would think that I would be insane now having lost out on three jobs in television. Somehow, I’m still sane. Even went on a fourth job interview. We’ll learn the results later this week. I’m doing something different this time, however. I’m being reserved. I’m trying not to think about it at all. So, that is that for now.

Got a new HDTV, a Sony Bravia KDL-32S5100. Full 1080p, 60hz refresh rate. Paid only $579.99 for it online with free shipping. Sweet TV, if I may say so. Seeing stuff in 1080i is a revelation. Just wait till I get Blu-ray folks.

Everything else is OK. Nothing to worry about here.

Thinking of sending an aircheck out to the local radio stations. May take something on the side if everything works out right.

Time to go… Greg is almost ready, we’re going out to eat before he goes to work.

Ciao bello.

Why

Why does it take a place three weeks after you interview to call you back?

What did I do wrong?

Why can’t I get a job?

Why must I live this pitiful existence?

Why do I have to be tortured in a menial task that is so below me?

Why do I even exist in this form?

Why can’t life be better, even if I have taken every step in the world for it to change?

Why must everyone else, including the one you love, be happy around me while I have to suffer?

Why why why?