I never take off my sunglasses, though.

I've worked at this job since last December. Not until this month have I kept my blinds open every day. It's only the 9th but please let me feel accomplished. (Thank you.) Up until about a month ago, I'd take naps almost every day during my lunch. Luckily, I have an office and a sleeping bag I brought from home. I dunno whose sleeping bag it is, but I'm thankful to whomever left it at one of the many previous parties I've hosted.

This is seemingly useless information but here's where I'll tie it together into the present time. My present state of being.

In retrospect, these actions showed a glimpse of how I was feeling. Always tired. Always writing. Only opening the blinds when it rained.

Since I've come out of my "funk" (I wish there were a more intellectual word to use), I've come into the light as well. I don't sleep on my lunches anymore. I close my door and turn off the lights only because I hate flat lighting. I read my book of the week from the soft, ever-changing light of my window.

I don't know if I prefer day to night or dark to light, but I do know I prefer this to that. (I wanted to rhyme with light and night but we can't always get what we want.)

Next Stop:

Anchorage.

Reice Raudry

Also known as Cameron to unwanted solicitors. I've known him since mid-2007, I believe. I officially met him through Jordan, but we actually became friends when he started working with me at Starbucks. In a lot of ways, he's my first real friend. He knew me solely as being gay whereas everyone before him knew me as the person who went from having a serious boyfriend to dating girls. He is a complete grammar whore and I love him for that because I try harder to speak to him more correctly than anyone else. Not that I don't speak well normally, but with him I go the extra distance to make sure I've added hyphens and such.

We've both watched each other in basically every single relationship we've ever experienced. I'm happy to say he's finally found someone worth his while. Worthy of him. He will treat Richard better than Richard's ever been treated, without a doubt. And I truly believe Richard will do the same. As with most people, Reice has chosen douchebags in the past (couldn't really put that nicely) and he's finally made his way through the dark! Like Jurica said, Richard doesn't drink the Dallas water; therefore, he's already better.

Since 2007, Reice has tremendously matured as a person. As have I, hopefully. As we continue to grow older, I hope we always remain friends. Before him, gay guys scared me because I thought they were all really judgmental and hated lesbians. Not that some aren't that way, but he's definitely not and he's helped a lot of his gay friends see that as well.

One day (quite soon), he and I will conceive millions of babies and spread our love all over the world and into the far galaxies of Jesus' kingdom!!!!!!!

In his words: that is all.

Currently Reading

Um yeah,

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath.

"The only trouble was, Church, even the Catholic Church, didn't take up the whole of your life. No matter how much you knelt and prayed, you still had to eat three meals a day and have a job and live in the world."

The one time I've been proud to be a Warrior

Martin High School Lip Dub 2010 from Tricia Regalado on Vimeo.

Remember, Remember

Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

Decisions, Decisions

Which hotel should I stay in?