the year of nineteen hundred ninety-seven

tonight watching tv
cold case
used the songs of
sarah mclachlan circa 1997
whom i adore
for the story
of a murdered homeless mother and her two daughters left behind

the soundtrack to my life
in 1997 was
surfacing by ms. mclachlan

1997
the year…
i graduated college
directed grease the musical
moved to new york
worked at the rosie o’donnell show
did stand up comedy for the first time ever

1997
a fish out of water
small town boy in the big city
never felt so free
yet
so alone
in my entire life

1997
saw with my own eyes
the power of celebrity
how the other half lives

1997
madonna
in the flesh
on the red carpet
for the vma awards
the other side of the velvet rope
ray of light
the renaissance approaching
behold i am coming soon

1997
a year of goodbyes
a year of hellos
endings
beginnings
hope rising
fear creeping in
devastating in so many ways
chasing the dream
so close yet so far
story of my life

1997
on a bus
leaving the city nightly
for home
a mattress
on my sister’s living room floor
listening to
surfacing by sarah mclachlan
on my headphones
comfort from a stranger
hoping it would all be worth it
in the end

1997
a year that changed my life
for better or worse
forever



And fate has led you through it
You do what you have to do
And fate has led you through it
You do what you have to do

I have the sense to recognize
That I don’t know how to let you go…

"Do What You Have To Do" by Sarah McLachlan

Confession of the Day!

Today I was at the urinal about to start doing my business and a co-worker walked up and started to use the urinal next to me. Dammit. Granted there are only two urinals and it's not like I expected him to use the sink or anything like that...but still...it still made me uncomfortable. After a few seconds I zipped up and left and waited to use the bathroom after he was done. I had to go so bad. Seriously. I wandered around the office with my legs crossed. It wasn't pretty, I almost had an accident.

I hate community bathrooms. I hate them almost as much as centipedes and onions.

Confession of the Day!

I am a total procrastinator. I’m in denial about that fact that I’m a procrastinator. I have no one else to blame about my lack of a career in stand up comedy other than myself. Do I have the talent to do it? Yes. The question is…am I motivated enough to do it? I need to get my ass in gear. Big time.

Confession of the Day!

I used to hate country music more than anything else in this world. But, now I enjoy it quite a bit. Granted, I don't like all of it. But, the majority of it I can at least listen to and most of it I dig.

Country roads...take me home....

Confession of the Day!

I don't like all my friends. Sometimes I feel like I only talk to them out of obligation rather than an actual desire to be friends. Maybe it's me. Maybe it's them. Maybe I'll feel differently in an hour or so. But, right now, this very second...I don't like some of my friends at all.

Confession of the Day!

So…I hate eating at other people’s houses. I never accept dinner invitations from my friends. Ever. I’m such a picky eater and they always make something that I don’t eat. Then I spend the night trying to pick through the food, shuffling it from side to side, and spreading it out really thin on the plate so it looks like I ate most of it. All the while trying really hard to not seem rude…while starving to death. NIGHTMARE.

I’ll go out to eat with you. I just won’t eat at your house. Crazy, huh?

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