Finding the Past is Worth It

So I joined the Facebook. I didn't realize how many people remembered me. I must admit I am totally addicted. My first friend was this guy I knew back in high school. He was friends with a girl who pledged my fraternity. (Phu Mu). Anyways that opened up the world of girly girls from college. Also my first friend was friends with the little sister of guy I had a crush on in high school. Through her, we were able to reconnect again. PS she worked w/ one of my Phi Mu sisters too. So This guy calls me up, and I felt just like a little school girl. He was at work and we made plans: he said he would call me tonight so that we could spend the proper time to catch up. Well, he never called. Why are guys jerks?

I'm a Greenie

Jiggidy, Jig

I flew back from NC today. Home, again. Whew: Raleigh to Charlotte, Charlotte to Miami w/ like an hour layover during the "to" parts. I didn't mind, though. I met some interesting people at the bars! (heh). For those who know me, know I just start to talk to anybody= I'm not shy. For example, while visiting an airport bar tonight, I chose to sit at the bar next to these guys who looked like they were having a good time. Mind you, I could have just sat by myself at a small table, pretending to read a magazine or trying to look busy by listening to old voice mails on my cell phone that, for some fucked up reason, I haven't deleted.

I love men, period. I have had a thing for guys ever since I could remember. I had more friends that were boys since I was one. I didn't really think about this until today while I was having lunch with Deb. I was telling her about past loves and crushes, and told her how I could even remember having a crush on this guy in Nursery School. Joe Campenile. We were in the same school up until we graduated High School. But that was one of the cool things about growing up how I did. Most everybody had moved into this new suburban neighborhood all at the same time with their kids and we all basically went to the same schools.

Anyways, I sit next to these guys who were just awesome. They had been there for most of the day, waiting. You know the whole "the airline messed up and now I'm just spending more money at the airport" conversation. So it made me think that these guys were already tanked. BINGO! Tanked and full of the most funniest jokes I have ever heard. This one guy should have his own HBO special. I ordered a Martini up/olives. John said, "I like those drinks too. We call them The Leg Spreaders" and I didn't even have to think, " as in, "I'll have one of those Leg Spreaders to drink". I told them of on of my friends, Sara, who said, "Grasshoppers always makes me take my top off" So those lines were the conversation starters. The jokes just got raunchy-er. Maybe I'll share them later.

Live, From North Carolina!

Deb drove twelve hours straight from NC. We ordered in and then up at 9am and started on the road to NC by 1o. It was a long drive but I was so excited, I maybe slept four hours that night. I was just so excited for the trip. We had special passengers, her babies-Chloe and Nikko. We put them in the cat carriers. It was a little troublesome but overall ok. They were so good for the twelve hour, plus drive up. Let me just tell you, Deb's place is just adorable. The people in NC are just so nice. I've always said "hello" or "good afternoon" to people, and it is just so nice to have people say "hello" to you first when you smile at them. I miss that. Why don't people in Miami do that?

Where do I go Now?

My titles may seem a little obscure but I feel somehow it all ties in for all somehow. Recently I met a new friend, her name is Deb. What a great woman. I am glad she came into my life. I always believed that "Things happen for a reason" I don't want to sound cliche or anything but I've lived long enough to know that, that saying is true. Deb has become a very good friend of mine, and tonight she told me that I was "family". I almost cried right there. I so much love to be loved by people who really love me too. There just seems to me, some sort of security about it, you know what I mean? Maybe I feel this way because I am related to absoulutly no one here in FL. My whole family is up in NY and NJ.
Tomorrow morning Deb and I are driving up to her new home in NC. I have been taking care of her cats since she moved a couple of weeks ago. I have never been to NC. This is going to be fun. I have much more to say but I need to go to sleep, we have an early start tomorrow....

Feeling Better?

It is now 1:30am and I have decided to create my very own blog. My sister has a great one, and I read it constantly. As of late I haven't been feeling like my happy-pappy self. My therapist suggested I journal. I'm not into it. I used to be, but not anymore. Why do I feel like writing here you may ask? Well, I feel it to be a cool place to express. It really doesn't matter to me if one is to ever read my blog but it seems intriguing that it just might happen. I was born in NY, raised in NJ and now reside in Florida. Hence the "North & South on the East Coast" title. I guess maybe I should go West one of these days. So anyways, today was a good day and I want to start writing about why it was and why it hasn't been before today. Today I am feeling better. Tomorrow I will elaborate.