it turned my whole world around

 

forget....i'm not sure i could

i snapped this last night at a club called L'Etage....dina martina was there performing her show...tres funny. 

she's a maniac

things about nate that you need to know for the week of April 24th

• XM Radio makes me manic. I cannot, cannot listen to one full song on it, for fear that I am missing some other song on another station. I hate/love it.
• The XM radio is in our new car. Which i love. However when i opened the moonroof Saturday morning to go shopping at the outlets, a pile of water fell on my head. Along with the water came some red goopy shit. Red, gross, clot like substance also fell on my head. As i was soon to find out, some fuckin tard threw a handful of swedish fish onto our brand new car...less than 24 hours old car. The swedish fish changed into a clump and fell on my head.
• My head, now full of red dilapitated swedish fish, is also flourishing with some great acne. I am old enough at this point to not be having acne. I currently have acne, pimples, zits in wierd places...along with the regular places. So, not only do i have zits on my chin, nose and cheek...I also have acne on my scalp, IN my nose and on my ass.
• I am still hot though. so shut up.
• Blue Ball is coming up in two weeks. We are going. I am indifferent about it...I know that I will be having some cocktails that weekend. Its my coming out party.
• Dina Martina is going to be here in philadelphia wednesday night. Google her and dont' ask questions.

I am going to cuddle with my loveable boyfriend who waited twenty whole minutes for me after my French class to drive me home. He might deserve more than cuddles.

blair bitch project

 

shake it shake it girl, just dont' break it girl

I had a melt down today.
Rode my bike to work, was trying to get my U Loc on the bike with a cable going through my two tires, it just barely stretched to cover the distance between the two tires. I attempted to do it with patience and caution, so as to avoid getting grease on my jacket. After several minutes of pulling one end of the cable and having the other end fall out of the tires and getting grease all over the place, I screamed "GIVE ME A F*&KING BREAK !!!! " It eventually worked.
I went into the gym to wash up, went to get coffee and then to work.
About 5 minutes ago I spilled coffee on my shirt. Right down the front.

Happy Monday Pumpkin Face.
Pic is from Bowling on Friday night. Good times good times.


Anyway - going into my 6th week of no booze or anything in my system I am feeling really focused and happy. It's not sobriety, because that means that it would be a long term goal in some way. And that is not what is going on. Call it Harm Reduction or just a "break". About 5 weeks ago, we blew it up and I am happy to report that the consequence to my actions have been motivational.
Spring cleaning and all that comes with it is under way full tilt. I find that things are lining up pretty nicely, if not a little more early in the mornings. Weekends find me up at 8 am at the latest, which allows me to have about two hours of VH1 and coffee every Saturday. Which will soon be replaced with longer jogs and more outside things, who knows.
Anyway - lame post, i know...stop complaining. And have a nice day - Natalie.

G is for Glutton

 

Try try try to understand....

For those in the know.

I was sitting in my clinician's office (see therapist) looking at an Instinct magazine (see very gay therapist office), amidst the very pretty pictures and scratch n sniffs in the periodical, was an advert for TLA Video Releasing.

Ironically, and in one of life's cute little curve ball - smack you in the face and kiss you reminders, there was two DVD box covers being advertised.

Right next to each other, in full display for all to see.

The two movies were:

1. Slutty Summer
2. The Hole

Very funny to those who know the significance.

Three things for Thursday.

• Without doing any research, and with a little embarassment, I realized that I do not know Prince Charles, William, or Harry's last name.
• Having heard Pink's new cd on The Leak, on MTV.com, I have decided that I like it very much and would like for Kevin to fix our new Router and Internet at home so that I might access at home.
• I like rumble strips. Like when you are driving on a highway and come to a toll booth. I very much enjoy the sound the car makes. As well as the rumble one feels on one's Toukass.

Love always,

Dreamboat Annie

ILF the B (part two)

I had learned from the best....having come out of getting my heart stomped on, and then, in turn, stomping on some hearts myself.
And trust me, I am not saying that my clarity, that things were more observable, when I was on the dance floor that weekend...Millenium March weekend...cause they were't. What I came to understand was how maladaptive my lessons learned had become.

That weekend was amazing though, we drank, we played, we had fun. It was the first time...in all my years of ice hockey and soccer, it was my first time i truly sprained my ankle.
I was walking down some lettered street in Washington after having been on the Mall all day - or actually in the beer garden at the Mall. and i fell off a curb.
My ankle swelled up right good. My messiest of messy friends was even commenting on it, and trying to tell me to stay home and nurse it.

And I went to Velvet dancing on it - all night. Was messed up for a while, but it was worth it. Of course...i see the humor in it all now.....how priorities can be subjected to impaired decision making... It was a good time though. A good time in my life...fun and full.
I remember being in JR's and being so completely happy. Which i didn't think was a possibility three months eariler.

the lessons come and go....
i later saw pictures that kevin had taken of that very same weekend, but with his group of friends......in the same beer garden, under the same sun....with the same fags in the background of his pictures that were in the background of my pictures. We wouldn't meet for another month or two.
Wierd, small world. I wonder.
What if.........

ILF the B

The space it occupied was the year 2000, I had spent New Year's Eve that year in NYC, when everyone was running from the city and sealing up it's manholes..trying to start the Millenium with a fair amount of insanity.

Mission accomplished for sure...

fast forward to springtime in Washington DC. It was the Millenium March, which co existed with Cherry Weekend. I think. It's much a blur, so it's hard to make my memory a realization. Her anthem was working me out.
I have never been one to rant and rave about one dj or the next...just to recognize when a beat hit me in the cortex and when it made me scream like a woman when it started to pump out to speakers.....
The thing I remember the most was the distinct 8 beats in 4/4 time it took to go from silence to a guttoral "UGHHHHH".
Yes, just when we think we aren't learning a thing, when it seems we are just dancing the night and day away, thats when we realize....when I realized...I Learned From The Best, mother fucker. - to be continued.............................

snappin necks and breaking balls

Easy to understand. Today is my Friday. I took tomorrow off to regroup. To pamper, to release, to enjoy myself. In oh so many ways. I am getting an Aveda Facial. I am going to Barnes and Noble and drink way too much coffee whilst reviewing my, what- will - be - new, French Dictionary in between perusing VMan. I think it's perfect. Almost. What would be more perfect is if I could then skip home, put on my bathing suit and go lie on the beach, getting golden and rejuvenated. Instead, i'll have to bundle up in my jacket and put my gloves on......speaking of gloves..take a gander at the young buck in with the bruised eye and biffed up chin.
ah.
moving right along, my dream last night involved symphonies and mer-people. Also involved jumping off a bridge and a constant sense of panic.

Our roomie told us he was moving out, so on the lookout for a new one.
On Gray's Anatomy (which i am definitely into) they played my current fav song, How To Save a Life. Drama.

I paid my cell phone bill today, only meant to pay half of it, paid the whole thing and basically passed out.....i forgot to populate the allotted space with my desired payment amount, so instead it populated it's damn self with the total amount and....Mama is not happy.

Shirley Manson is a fierce biatch and I can't wait for her to come out with a solo album. Until then, my Docking station here at work is screaming about being "Special" drinking "Milk" and telling me how "Special" I am. Just so long as I take my "Medication".

Until I come back.

i turn away - i know whats goin on....

this is one of my favorite shots....i took it at our favorite bed and breakfast in Montreal....Ruta Bagage. Amazing place. If anyone is interested in it, let me know. Anyway, each room is themed for the most part. This was pre power nap for kevin....the painting of the man on the wall is tres erotic...at least i think so.
Anyway- the simplicity of the photo is what draws me to it.

Its good to be me. 

Brit bump be gone.

a while ago, i watched a movie with this man, Raoul Bova, in it. Sinfully terrible movie...but i couldn't shake him. So here he is. and there he lies.

Anyway - we went to a Black Tie function for the Red Cross this weekend, it was nice....fun and all. However we totally forgot our camera, therefore I have no pics to share with all of you. I know you've "heard it all before" but Sorry.

My ipod is now full of several goodies that make my P Q.
Due to dear old PerezHilton.com, I downloaded someone named Jake Coco. I LOVE HIM....songs are good, a little melancholy, but good regardless.
I also like Daniel Powter, although they are saturating all media with his new song "Bad Day", still like it....anthem of sorts.

I guess thats all. Terribly Boring today. Perhaps more later....started francais last night...gotta dust off the old cells up in my big head.....it's amazing what i remember though.
Out. 

good times brownie

 

feel so nice, oh yeah, you feel so nice

but i'm flying so high,
high off the ground,
when your around..............

It's friday and lady....it's time to relax, time to just be.
Good weekend planned, who knows where it will bring us, but even the cold air outside won't deter this mood of mine. It's all good, thats all i know. It's all good.
Kevin gave me a Tumi Sling today.
Figure it out...i love it, fits nicely.
They took that picture of me in the pool last year.
sign up for french class today, starts next week.

Oh - I forgot to tell you. If you see me at the gym, and i happen to have my ipod attached to my arm and the Shur Earphones in my ear....I CANNOT HEAR YOU WHEN YOU TRY TO TALK TO ME. THEY ARE NOISE CANCELLATION HEADPHONES.....so.
Let me be. I know I know, we can talk later though honey.

Hot Temptations.
Neighty.

I wanna see you move

Let me see you stand up.
Good. Good.
Now.
Bend over.
Very good.
Very good indeed.
Now….what are you wearing.? ……………

Dirty. Spring-like thoughts.


Life lesson for march 16, 2006:
The porous, sponge-like material with which you eat your Ethiopian food with, will expand to 40x it’s original size once inside your intestines. You will feel like a hot air balloon, careening through the open sky on a hot, humid, sticky mid-July day, carrying five very large, big boned ladies.
And you’ll be scared to put on your tank top at the gym…at which point you’ll develop many scenarios, in your head, in which all parties working out at the gym will look at you and laugh laugh laugh their asses off thereby sending you home weeping like an ugly stepchild who overstayed his welcome at the big house.

Then you realize this is just a blog and it reflects nothing in real life situations.

vouloir le beurre et l'argent du beurre -
Nate
PS - you'll never guess. We went to an ethiopian place last night for dinner. Good times.

"Now I hope you don’t get mad at me, but I told nate you was a freak“
He said he wants a slut
hope you don’t mind,
I told him how you like it from behind