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  <pubDate>Sun, 24 Dec 2006 04:11:55 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Home for the holidays</title>
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  <description>Here is a little something I created while I was home for the holidays.  The big family get together is tomorrow, I&apos;ll be sure to record more and edit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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  <pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 14:37:27 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>&lt;font color=&quot;#339966&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, here I am once more typing my life away...I had the wonderful opportunity to watch a great movie from a fellow co-worker, and I&apos;m hoping soon to be good friend. So far things to seem to be hitting off really well. We&apos;ve begun to share movies, music, food, and we have plans to go out to dinner. Yum-O! I think we&apos;re going to go to my favorite Ethiopian resteraunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow...as I was saying, I finally saw the movie &quot;Garden State&quot;. Wow. What a movie!!! I think I actually had tears in my eyes at one point, and haven&apos;t done that for a LONG time. I now have the soundtrack and love it. I love the Shins. Great band, if you&apos;re into indie rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0001ewa6/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;148&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;225&quot; align=&quot;right&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0001ewa6&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The Shins~~~&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just a few more days until I begin my treck over to the bitter cold, yet heart-warming chicago. I say heart warming because, its my home, but yet right now its freezing cold! Hehehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few days, I&apos;ve found that I have many occasions when I have thoughts that I feel need to be &quot;spoken&quot; or at least said, then when I finally get to a desk and take the time to update my journal I can&apos;t seem to remember these &quot;profound&quot; moments of verbal eloquency.&amp;nbsp; So, I think that from now on I am not only going to carry around my camera, but a note book as well.&amp;nbsp; I just hope that everyone can follow my psychotic random thoughts as they occur to me.&amp;nbsp; Otherwise I might just as well it home and pull my face apart in frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0001g996/&quot;&gt;&lt;img height=&quot;150&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0001g996&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...lovely picutre isn&apos;t it?&amp;nbsp; Well.&amp;nbsp; On the account that I can not seem to recall my profound thoughts, I leave the world with this.&amp;nbsp; I didn&apos;t go to go prom, but I did get to hear about the huge drama that went down.&amp;nbsp; Gosh I wish I would have been there at least for that.&amp;nbsp; I don&apos;t know when I&apos;ll be able to post again, but will try to do so as soon as I am able.&amp;nbsp; I will take as many pictures of home and the cold weather that I can.&amp;nbsp; Ciao!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 29 Nov 2006 19:27:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>I don&apos;t believe</title>
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  <description>Here I am once more at work.  Listening to another great song.  It&apos;s by Cat Power, called I don&apos;t believe.  Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....today is the last day to register for the all employee holiday party, otherwise known as &quot;gay prom&quot; around here.  Why?  Simple.  We have quite a number of folks that work here that are either gay, or are gay friendly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0001arad/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0001arad&quot; width=&quot;160&quot; height=&quot;210&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have yet to decide if I want to go to gay prom.  I honestly have no desire what so ever to go, unlike last year when there was a tiny shimmer of doubt.  Yep, I don&apos;t believe I will register, and I&apos;m ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next...&lt;br /&gt;Today JP &quot;alexander&quot; came for a visit at work.  It was so good to see him?  Here are two pictures of him.  One is just of him, and the other is with his new friend.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0001bq5s/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0001bq5s/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0001c9hz/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0001c9hz/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Jimmy...letting another boy sleep on your lap???  What&apos;s up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to realize a number of things of which I am ok with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I don&apos;t believe I&apos;ve ever held a baby.&lt;br /&gt;2.  I don&apos;t believe I&apos;ve ever ridden a horse.&lt;br /&gt;3.  I don&apos;t believe I&apos;ve been sleeping well.&lt;br /&gt;4.  I don&apos;t believe I own a cartigan&lt;br /&gt;5.  I don&apos;t beleive I own a hoodie&lt;br /&gt;6.  I don&apos;t believe that if you hold in your flatulence you&apos;ll explode&lt;br /&gt;7.  I don&apos;t believe I&apos;ll live long enough to father any children&lt;br /&gt;8.  I don&apos;t believe that if you eat bread and water together it will give you diarrhea&lt;br /&gt;9.  I don&apos;t believe I have such a faboulous view from my desk at work&lt;br /&gt;10. I don&apos;t believe mr. right or mr perefect exists.  Afterall...look at what&apos;s underneath Ken&apos;s shorts, no &lt;br /&gt;    wonder Barbie left him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0001dr33/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0001dr33/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;160&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &amp;lt;~~~But it would be nice to have him</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 28 Nov 2006 22:19:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>roasting nuts over an open fire</title>
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  <description>Well, today folks, I am writing from work.  Not that I have time, but I feel there are things that have to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I totally love Imogen Heap.  If you don&apos;t know, she&apos;s an artist.  I would recommend the song &quot;Glittering Clouds&quot;  Wow...puts me in the mood to jump off this building.  Here&apos;s a picture of &quot;Imo&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00018qyk/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00018qyk&quot; width=&quot;270&quot; height=&quot;204&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &amp;lt;~~cool look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome no?  Anyhow...next topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I can be a particularly harsh person, and I am afraid I may have overstepped my boundries.  A certain ex was in contact with me recently, and well...long story short, I pretty much told him to leave me the heck alone.  Perhaps I am heartless, perhaps I don&apos;t understand.  After 2 years of not seeing him, he still makes my ears bleed when whe says the L-word to me.  Not only that, but he gets all sappy.  I don&apos;t understand how some people simply CAN NOT move on.  I know I was his first, and I had a hard time with my first.  But people move on, turn the page meet someone new.  I&apos;ve offered my friendship and that didn&apos;t work.  I tried to stay away, that didn&apos;t work, so now I&apos;ve resorted to my last resort...being blunt and honest.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m pretty sure he was upset about it, but I have apologized.  I just want him to be happy and understand I am not interested in him.  Last night I had an epiphany.  I was watching queer as folk when my mind wondered.  Am I really the &quot;Brian&quot; and he&apos;s the &quot;Justin&quot;?  I don&apos;t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/000198zx/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/000198zx/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is tht it seems every guy I meet I put them through some sort of great inner monologue to see if I can date the person, when finally towards the end I realize that although I love being single, I don&apos;t like being alone, and yet, I see to be too busy with myself...so in essence, I am dating myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick isn&apos;t it?</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 24 Nov 2006 16:54:15 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>holiday friends</title>
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  <description>Well here I am again.  Just back from the gym, and boy was that a good workout.  So...here&apos;s the how the holiday went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a friends house to have thanksgiving there.  I cooked 4 dishes, and everything was yummy!  I also introduced myself to a friend of a friend (because no one introduced me).  This person that I introduced myself to was...umm....how do I say this...yummy.  Under different circumstances, I would have made it clear...but considering all the parties involved, I held back.  I can&apos;t wait until the next meeting.  I hope he might think the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did think it was interesting how I walked into the kitchen to put things away, and he stood up and came into the kitchen as well, telling us about the DVD&apos;s that I had brought.  But enuff of that stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving amongst friends was a blast, and watching the game afterwards was even better.  I hope all my friends had an equally great thanksgiving all over the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ll post more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***correction***&lt;br /&gt;I was introduced to the new person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/000176r9/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/000176r9&quot; width=&quot;97&quot; height=&quot;140&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 20 Nov 2006 10:16:29 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>things</title>
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  <description>Hola!  Well, it seems that time seems to fly by before I realize I haven&apos;t posted much on here, and I do want to keep things up-to date.  I know how dissapointing it is sometimes to visit certain people&apos;s journal or blogs, and they haven&apos;t posted anything in a long time.  Its almost as if you have a bit of a peek inside of their head and makes you feel like you are a bit closer to thier life.  It makes things more personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.  Anyhow.  Today I came across something which I did not expect to come across.  As I was surfing online today I saw a name that I have not seen in a LONG time.  Upon investigation, I realized who this person was.  As I did, memories came rushing in to my head of what had transpired between the two of us.  That fateful nite we spend together, and the end results of everything.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I miss him.  Things ended on a....not so good note between us, and I regretted some of things that occurred.  I tried to contact him, but by the time I tried, he logged off.  I tried to send an e-mail and recieved an undeliverable message.  I did find out that he would be online tomorrow (later today) and I plan to try and talk to him.  We were actually good together, when we were together.  I think that at the time, it just wasn&apos;t the right time for us.  I didn&apos;t know what I wanted, and I made some mistakes.  He&apos;s so adorable its not even funny.  Wish me luck on this one.  He&apos;s a keeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that note, I wanted to say thanks to everyone who reads my postings.  I don&apos;t ever hear anything back so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/000158db/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/000158db/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;218&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...love that picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I?  Oh yes....so...the company holiday party is coming up, and I&apos;m still having anxieties over going.  I would love to go with Josh (see above), but I don&apos;t know if things will &quot;happen&quot; in time.  Then again, the more I imagine about the whole thing, the less I want to go.  We call it the &quot;gay prom&quot; at work.  Mostly because we do have so many homo&apos;s the work for our company.  Ugh.  Just thinking about getting dressed up and going gives me anxiety attacks.  I don&apos;t want to deal with certain people that I know will be there.  I hate having to be &quot;nice&quot; to people when under the table I&apos;m secretly stabbing myself in the back of my hand with the salad fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should commit something.  I will attend gay prom if I can get Josh to go with me.  Maybe I can wear something fancy like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0001648b/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0001648b/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;319&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 06 Nov 2006 00:16:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>complete</title>
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  <description>Well, I have completed work on my house.  I ripped out the carpet in my living room and laid down tile.  I love it.  All I need is a medium sized area rug, and I&apos;m all set.  Whoo hoo!  Also, many apologizes to &quot;Jersey&quot; for not e-mailing the pictures.  I know, I know....I&apos;ve just been lazy about it.  But here they are....both before, during and after.  I hope you guys enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back to work tomorrow.  =(  Oh well.  At least I love my job, which is a good thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the amount of dirt found underneath the carpet....ewww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000yw9p/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000yw9p/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000zq1q/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000zq1q/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the laying of the tile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00010sfq/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00010sfq/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00011ge5/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00011ge5/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the finale....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00012017/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00012017/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00013w6p/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00013w6p/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00014skq/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00014skq/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 18 Oct 2006 02:55:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>admiration</title>
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  <description>Well, today I was listening to my iPOD and a song came on that I haven&apos;t heard in a long time.  As I was listening to this person sing, I had an epiphany.  I really like this guy.  I mean...short of me every meeting him, talking to him or anything I think I could very easily like this person.  I was like &quot;wow&quot;.  I then went to his website and began to read his online journal.  Just by reading it, I thought...&quot;Gosh I feel like I can relate to this person&quot;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you have to understand that in my youth, as normal young boys and girls are, I never really had an infatuation with a boy band, group, singer, etc.  I mean I enjoyed celebrities and all, but I could not seem to understand how girls and guys would be screaming in desperation when they saw a famous person whom they claim they &quot;love&quot;.  Up until today, I never really gave it much thought.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I continued to read explore the website, etc...I was began to feel more and more of an attraction.  Whether its physical, emotional or just a friendship, I don&apos;t know.  But like I said.  I felt like I could relate some how.  Whom do I speak of?  Well, I&apos;ll include some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000setp/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000setp/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;159&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000tchp/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000tchp&quot; width=&quot;180&quot; height=&quot;190&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still don&apos;t know?  He calls himself the geek in the pink.  Also Mr. A-Z.  Ironic that folks call me the same thing?  I think not!  hehehe...just kidding.  Its Jason Mraz.  I absolutely love his music, his great looks, his quirky sense of humor, his humbleness, everything.  I&apos;m not quite sure what I am feeling, but I like it.  I know it would only be wishful thinking for me to ever meet him.  I know that I am a gay man, and as today, I don&apos;t know what his...nor do I care.  It would just be nice for a meeting.  a hello, anything.  I cross my fingers for the next time he goes on tour, and I will so totally be there.  Check out his website if you can, or want.  Its www.jasonmraz.com  you won&apos;t be dissaponted.  Read the journal, look at the pictures....yea...take it all in!  There are a number of pictures of him and another guy...is this his best friend?  Lover?  Family member?  I&apos;m not quite sure.  But...in my silliness...I&apos;ll leave you with a little more eye candy...or at least eye candy for me or perhaps someone else feels as I do &lt;shrugs&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000w0z8/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000w0z8/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;180&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is copyrighted and owned by www.jasonmraz.com (gotta give credit where credit is due)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000xkct/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000xkct/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;180&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Oct 2006 01:07:46 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>V</title>
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  <description>I don&apos;t know why I find this so moving, but I do.  The following is an excerpt from the comic &quot;V for Vendetta&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I don&apos;t know who you are. Please believe. There is no way I can convince you that this is not one of their tricks. But I don&apos;t care. I am me, and I don&apos;t know who you are, but I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pencil. A little one they did not find. I am a women. I hid it inside me. Perhaps I won&apos;t be able to write again, so this is a long letter about my life. It is the only autobiography I have ever written and oh God I&apos;m writing it on toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born in Nottingham in 1957, and it rained a lot. I passed my eleven plus and went to girl&apos;s Grammar. I wanted to be an actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my first girlfriend at school. Her name was Sara. She was fourteen and I was fifteen but we were both in Miss. Watson&apos;s class. Her wrists. Her wrists were beautiful. I sat in biology class, staring at the picket rabbit foetus in its jar, listening while Mr. Hird said it was an adolescent phase that people outgrew. Sara did. I didn&apos;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1976 I stopped pretending and took a girl called Christine home to meet my parents. A week later I enrolled at drama college. My mother said I broke her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was my integrity that was important. Is that so selfish? It sells for so little, but it&apos;s all we have left in this place. It is the very last inch of us. But within that inch we are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London. I was happy in London. In 1981 I played Dandini in Cinderella. My first rep work. The world was strange and rustling and busy, with invisible crowds behind the hot lights and all that breathless glamour. It was exciting and it was lonely. At nights I&apos;d go to the Crew-Ins or one of the other clubs. But I was stand-offish and didn&apos;t mix easily. I saw a lot of the scene, but I never felt comfortable there. So many of them just wanted to be gay. It was their life, their ambition. And I wanted more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work improved. I got small film roles, then bigger ones. In 1986 I starred in &quot;The Salt Flats.&quot; It pulled in the awards but not the crowds. I met Ruth while working on that. We loved each other. We lived together and on Valentine&apos;s Day she sent me roses and oh God, we had so much. Those were the best three years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1988 there was the war, and after that there were no more roses. Not for anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1992 they started rounding up the gays. They took Ruth while she was out looking for food. Why are they so frightened of us? They burned her with cigarette ends and made her give them my name. She signed a statement saying I&apos;d seduced her. I didn&apos;t blame her. God, I loved her. I didn&apos;t blame her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she did. She killed herself in her cell. She couldn&apos;t live with betraying me, with giving up that last inch. Oh Ruth. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They came for me. They told me that all of my films would be burned. They shaved off my hair and held my head down a toilet bowl and told jokes about lesbians. They brought me here and gave me drugs. I can&apos;t feel my tongue anymore. I can&apos;t speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other gay women here, Rita, died two weeks ago. I imagine I&apos;ll die quite soon. It&apos;s strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I apologized to nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An inch. It&apos;s small and it&apos;s fragile and it&apos;s the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don&apos;t know who you are. Or whether you&apos;re a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from V for Vendetta &lt;br /&gt;Written by Alan Moore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000pkqe/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000pkqe/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;158&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000qxkt/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000qxkt/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;235&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000r7z1/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000r7z1/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;166&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 12 Oct 2006 04:38:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>stress and more</title>
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  <description>Heya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start?  Hmmm....the beginning is always good I suppose.  Last saturday a friend of mine passed away.  She lost her battle to cancer, and so...the below picture is my &quot;dedication&quot; to her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000ffph/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000ffph/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was quite a lady!  Aren&apos;t we both gorgeous????  Oh yea...that&apos;s also back when I still had hair.  What do you think...hair or no hair?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the other night I was outside looking up at the night sky and thinking about things that were occuring in my life, things that I experienced.  Here&apos;s what I think is a great shot of the Phoenix night sky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000ghce/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000ghce/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I had the opportunity to watch a movie.  This moving actually got the gears in my head a spinning.  In this movie, &quot;Galerians: Rion&quot; (its a japanese anime movie) takes place in the year 2516.  So...in this movie, 2 people created the first concious computer that can not only thing for itself and make decisions, but it also has the ability to self-replicate.  I thought wow...how amazing.  So, this movie shows what could happen in a situation such is that.  Anyhow...it was a little hard to follow, but the graphics were very cool.  I&apos;m a big fan of anime.  My  next movie is called &quot;Hellsing:  Impure Souls&quot;  I&apos;ll keep you posted on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, last Sunday was the Phoenix rainbow festival.  I had the great opportunity to attend with two friends.  While we were therewe were able to visit a lot of neat informational booths, and we got to visit my friend Shawne.  Long story short, I ended up getting a temporary tatoo at thier booth by this really cute guy.  I found out later that he is partnered, and I actually smiled, and was happy for him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000h0r5/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000h0r5/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000kszf/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000kszf/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...this new feeling I&apos;m still trying to understand.  Yes, its that one where I find myself physically attracted to someone, and then I later find out that the person is unavailable because they have someone (either gay or straight) and I smile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..so, what does the future hold?  Well, my dad is visiting me in about 2 weeks, we&apos;re doing some work on the house.  Yay!  It kinda needs it.  I&apos;m getting new carpet.  Let&apos;s see...oh yea..there&apos;s my time off from work, among a number of other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo....that&apos;s my post for today.  I&apos;ll write much more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, would love to hear your input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AZ</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 03 Oct 2006 00:51:32 GMT</pubDate>
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  <description>Heya all!  Sorry I have not posted in a bit.  Work has been VERY busy lately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between putting out &quot;fires&quot; and trying to keep up with the work load things have been quite hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...let&apos;s begin shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, a friend of mine went to Niagra Falls to visit and see family.  No, the family isn&apos;t *in* niagra falls, and they&apos;re not little freaky mer-people.  hehehe...Although, I must say its kind of a funny thought isn&apos;t it.  Well anyhow, she share some pictures and this just goes to show what people in America do.  Whether or not this was legit, I don&apos;t know, but still, what if?  People here get grossed out by cultures who eat raw fish, bugs, or parts of animals that we as a western country aren&apos;t used to.  Check out the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000e16y/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000e16y/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;180&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea....that&apos;s a real winner isn&apos;t it?  Who whats roadkill?  Redneck saloon?  Jeez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next topic of conversation...&lt;br /&gt;So, a co-worker and I got to into a small &quot;tiff&quot; recently.  The good thing is that we&apos;ve resolved our differences.  I had to come out and be honest with him and explain my issues.  It&apos;s been about 2 weeks since we&apos;ve &quot;kissed and made-up&quot;  Today, it broke my heart to hear what I thought I had heard.  I could be wrong but I swore I could hear him crying.  It was after he had a phone call, and well...I hate to be mean, but I&apos;m staying out of this one.  First, its none of my business, Second, its his issue he has to deal with.  Third, he may not want my assistance....right?  Yea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I wasn&apos;t trying to convince myself.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did at least find out that I have some time off coming.  I have to use like 15 days or something that I have for vacation.  Its so hard to get a day off from work though, and I&apos;m the first to admit, I&apos;m a work-a-holic.  At least I can say that I love my job right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this entry isn&apos;t as long as I wanted it to be, so I&apos;ll add in a few more sneak peaks at what the future has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My parents coming to visit (this should be interesting)&lt;br /&gt;2. Vacation time&lt;br /&gt;3. A friend from Jersy visiting&lt;br /&gt;4. New carpeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe...that&apos;s all &lt;waves&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AZ</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 18 Sep 2006 23:46:59 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>weekend fun</title>
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  <description>This weekend was fun.  Last Saturday I had the opportunity to play with little 10 year old guys...hehe.  It was a birthday party thing.  It was interesting though.  I did enjoy myself.  Here are some pictures of my outing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000aghb/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000aghb/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words to live by at the batting cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000b2cb/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000b2cb/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here KITTY KITTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000c5hp/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000c5hp/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000dzdf/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000dzdf/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...let&apos;s see.  I e-met an interesting person.  We&apos;ll call him Jersey guy for now, at least until I have permission to use his name.  We had a good long conversation on he phone, so much so that I had to plug my cell back in and sit next to the wall to continue our conversation.  Many things were said, and like I said, it was a good talk.  I&apos;ll have to ask to see if he minds me putting up a picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now I am sitting at home updating my livejournal and watching BloodRayne.  A video game made into a movie.  I can&apos;t wait to go throught the whole thing.  I know I haven&apos;t written much, but I promise there will be more to be posted later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AZ</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Sep 2006 01:34:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>walking</title>
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  <description>While I was exercising today I think I realized something.  As I was trying to pay attention to how my legs moved the weights I was standing on, I realized that I think I stand wrong.  Not only that, but as I began to walk to the next machine to do some curles I tried to pay attention to where the weight distribution fell upon the bottoms of my feet as I walked.  As I did, I came to the realization, that I walk incorrectly!  What a revelation.  So...if there are those of you that know me and see me concentrating a bit much on my walking style, that &apos;s the explanation.  It&apos;s not that I have a stick up my bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I walked over to the Biltmore Fashion Center which is just a really fancy name for a shopping mall, nothing  more.  Its funny...now that I think about it most places in Phoenix are called Fashion something or other.  Almost as if we have to try and reassure ourselves that we are shopping somewhere where fashion is born.  I&apos;m almost tempted to breathe using the lamas technique women use when giving birth when I go shopping there...any how it&apos;s one of my favorite joints.  They&apos;re re-modeling it right now.  Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/000082yk/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/000082yk/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow...I&apos;ve been thinking about my back yard lately.  I&apos;ve decided it looks like an invisible giant took a giant dump in the middle of the yard.  Why?  Well...the grass is growing EVERYWHERE except right in the middle of the yard.  Almost as if an imaginary monster did something.  Perhaps thats where he peed in the middle of the night and killed the vegetation....or worse, what if he went out....got drunk and puked in teh middle of my yard...?  EEEK....here&apos;s what it looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00009y6g/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00009y6g/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 08 Sep 2006 03:45:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>friends of old and friends of new</title>
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  <description>Today has been a normal regular day.  Work has been busy as always.  I find myself getting to work early, leaving on time, and working from home.  I suppose one can say that I&apos;m a work-a-holic.  I love my job though, so its a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m actually surprised at how well I&apos;ve been keeping up with this new geting fit thing.  Here is pic of where I go on my daily morning self torture place.  I&apos;m actually enjoying it.  I can already feel myself getting into better shape.  The legs feel tighter as well as other parts of the body that I have been working on.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00007y9y/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00007y9y/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No smart remarks, it&apos;s not tutor time that I go to!  Hehe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I came to realize something.  I may not have a huge amount of friends, but the ones I do have really count.  Unfortunately, I&apos;ve lost some that I would have rather not have lost, but in hindsight....perhaps its for the best.  I don&apos;t know.  Its funny, while I came to this realization...I ws talking to a co-worker and friend.  We both realized a number of things of our personalities, and it was good to find out that I wasn&apos;t the only insane one here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself an easy going, mild-mannered kind of guy.  I don&apos;t ask for much from people, nor friends.  Usually just respect, honesty and trust.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that the weekend is coming up, I wil have many more pics to upload.  Right now I have 2 people that are on my &quot;radar&quot; so to speak.  Ultimatley I&apos;d hope of of these would put in their application for the status of partner, but only time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is a little late for me considering I have to be up early for sweat, pain, work, and some eye-candy...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;AZ</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 07 Sep 2006 00:34:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>envirnoment</title>
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  <description>Well, here I am.  I finally was able to get my camera back, so here is my attempt at adding pictures.  Here is he first one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the view I have from my desk at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00005y1y/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00005y1y/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice view huh?  Yea..here is a more &quot;office&quot; feel shot to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00002gbk/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00002gbk/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that&apos;s my &quot;office&quot;  It&apos;s where I sit like a slug.  Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....on with the journal entry.  I am not as sore as I have been in the past, and I am sticking to my exercise program.  I am actually starting to feel much healthier which is of course, a major plus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not sure where I was the other day, but I was thinking about religion, beliefs, views and faith.  I know I am not a very religous peson, but I do respect other peoples views and thoughts.  However, a comment made me think.  If the eyes are the window&apos;s to one&apos;s souls, are our bodies nothing more than just vessels for souls.  If this is true, shouldn&apos;t the sould be released to be able to reach &quot;enlightenment&quot;.  If this much is true, does this justify death?  I am the type of person that believes in PAS (physician assisted suicide).  There is nothing that can be medically done to make a person more comfortable or kept alive with out the use of a machine, it should be that person&apos;s choice to be &quot;enlightened&quot; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it&apos;s kind of morbid, but I don&apos;t know.  It&apos;s just what I believe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...let&apos;s see.  Oh yea.  I found out that one of my co-workers got promoted today.  I was quite happy for her.  We are such goof-balls.  We have this marker board where we write crazy  messages to one another.  Here&apos;s a sample:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00003ewq/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/00003ewq/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;180&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/000049gb/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/000049gb/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.  Let&apos;s see.  Oh yea.  I was supposed to meet a friend out this last weekend, and we had to keep canceling.  ; (  A couple of times it was my idea to re-schedule because of things going on in his or my life.  We&apos;ve finally decided on an outing for next monday.  I&apos;m very excited and I can&apos;t wait.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is quite a bit more I would like to say, but I think I need to keep things short for now.  All is good here.  oh yea...and one more plug for my friend&apos;s website, I think he&apos;s doing such a great job.  Kudos bud!  You know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with a pic of the entry into the depths of Hell!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000660h/&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://pics.livejournal.com/azphxguy480/pic/0000660h/s320x240&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Sep 2006 23:43:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>pain</title>
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  <description>Well, today was my first day with my &quot;trial&quot; personal trainer.  Wow.  She has officially killed my legs.  My gosh, I feel like I can squeeze out a melon from my thighs.  She royally kicked my a**.  My legs feel like jell-o.  As I lay here I wonder...was this a good move for me?  Can I undergo the ordeal and pain of egads...dare I say it....physically fitness?   One the one hand I have pain, soreness, agony, sweat and work.  The upshot to this is being where I want to be say in 6months.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I am returning tomorrow morning for another torture test.  I would have included pictures of me in agony, but alas, my friend left for San Diego with my digital camera, and thus, I am unable to post any pictures.  Sorry.  I&apos;ll try to get those up and running as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I had to cancel my outing with a friend last night due to the tormental rain that was coming down.  I am not a big fan for driving under those conditions so I re-scheduled for tomorrow.  Again, I&apos;m looking forward to it.  We were able to talk on the phone for a while and he sounds really sweet.  Well see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...what else...oh yea.  I am going to be doing some work to my house either this month or next.  I want to rip out the carpets in the living room and put in tile or hardwood....I can&apos;t decide which one.  Thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that&apos;s about it for me for now.  Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AZ</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 03 Sep 2006 00:59:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>weekend</title>
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  <description>Heya there.  Well, here is my first live journal entry.  This weekend is looking to be fun, or at least I hope.  I guess I should start at the beginning of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;My name is Alex Zamudio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why livejournal?&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;ve been wanting to document the things that go on in my life either good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I want to take the opportunity to thank a sweet, cute, good friend of mine who has an online blog.  He&apos;s quite the intriguing person.  I find him facinating sweet.  I am going to post his blog for everyone to have a chance to read.  Trust me, you don&apos;t want to miss out on this blog.  It&apos;s quite informative, educational, and inspirational.  I have found quite a many good things in his blog, and I hope that some day he would publish his thoughts.  Here it is...&lt;a href=&quot;http://liveconsciously.us/&quot;&gt;http://liveconsciously.us/&lt;/a&gt;  I suggest everyone check it out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next...I know this is my first entry, but I plan to make this as &quot;colorful&quot; as possible with what is going on in my life, and pictures to document it with.  I would like for people to see what I have see, experience what I have experienced.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been in conact with my cousin from mexico.  Such a sweet cute guy.  I miss him dearly.  We used to be so close, and just recently, we&apos;ve started talking again due to the &quot;distance&quot; thing.  He works at an internet cafe, so it&apos;s pretty nice to be able to take advantage of his job and be able to talk.  I never really had a &quot;family&quot; so to speak.  I mean yea, mom, dad, and sis...but my sister was way too young for us to have a &quot;true&quot; sibling relationship.  With him I found it to be different.  I also helped that we are both openly gay.  Woo Hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow.  Went shopping today to Whole Foods...gosh I love that place!  YUM-O as Rachel Ray would say.  Also, I think I have plans tonight to go out with a friend and potential...date.  His name is Harley, and I&apos;m really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else....let&apos;s see....oh yea...my friend Michele has her mom visiting from CA, and I&apos;m supposed to meet up with them at some point.  Not sure when though.  I can hear the rain beginning to pound on my house...oh so romantic.  That&apos;s just me I suppose.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, being that this is my first entry with out any picture documentation, I thought I would keep it small and short.  I promise I will write more later once I get my digital camera back from my friend.  I can&apos;t wait.  I&apos;m quite excited over this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AZ</description>
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