Feels Like Starting Over

There are two types of people in the world: those who are predominantly storytellers and those who are predominantly listeners. I think I'm in the latter category. I love it when someone sits down and tells me stories about their life. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I don't really have anything good to tell anyone, but most of it has to do with the fact that I genuinely find people fascinating. I like imagining the lives they've led or realizing just what events in their lives made them into the people I know today. It's not just friends I like talking to, either. Strangers in airports or on airplanes are actually pretty cool when you sit down and listen to them.

I do tend to be more of a storyteller with Orli, but that's because we just talk about all sorts of stuff together and end up telling each other stories - as it should be for sweethearts! So, that doesn't count in my little observation (though I could sit and listen to him tell me about his life for hours. Do you have any idea how cool he is? (Baby, do you know how cool you are?) Plus, I think his voice is damn sexy. Yum.).

The best people to talk to are older folks. I know it's a cliché, but they really are little pieces of living history. Maybe when I'm 85 I'll turn into more of a storyteller. Yeah, picture me surrounded by great grandchildren, telling them about the olden days when we listened to music on these obsolete things called mp3 players. (Then they all run to Grandpa Orli because he'll take them jet skiing and not just sit around yakking all day like Poopa Will. Whippersnappers.)

Hmm, Orli's birthday is coming up in a couple of days. I'm thinking a quiet dinner for two followed by lots of nudity. I kind of like when it's just the two of us. [locked from Orlando] Wink, wink. [/locked]

Oh! I talked to Sandy and she's psyched to meet up in L.A. and fly back with me. She said she misses Wendell. Frankly, I think she misses him more than me. But can you really blame her? He's precious.

So I couldn't make all my entries this weekend because we were with Mom, but I'll just make this one count for Saturday and today. She's now the proud mama of a little dog and a little cat. When we went to the shelter, we were told that they'd been raised together and their owner had just passed away. We couldn't bear the thought of separating them. Mom was so happy to get her new babies, and now they have a good home with a woman who is going to spoil them rotten. The dog is Pepper (a grey and white terrier mix) and the cat is Hattie (a calico). I'll have to take pictures the next time I visit because I didn't think to do it this time. Mom's very happy, though.

We have a new member of the family, too (another kitty! - pictures to come) :-D and Orli made a donation to the shelter to save some more babies. There's something really sexy about a man who wants to save animals. (To quote Marge Simpson, tonight I'm going to snuggle your brains out, you sweet man.)

Hmm, what do I love today? Besides the animal-saving, it's got to be how much fun you are in the car.

I'm thinking I should go to L.A. to do the DNA test in person and meet Evie while I'm there. Maybe the third week of January. This way I can be back in time for the lesbians if they're ready to make Junior. I've never been to Southern California, so it should be nice. And I'll be back before Orli can miss me.

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What I love about him today?

Too much.

I really am going to try and write in this thing every day, this year. I did it for a little while, but then fizzled out. It helped that I was going into the office. I would sit down with my cappuccino and write up a little entry. That's why I always used that coffee icon, in case anyone was wondering. But this year I'm dumping that and just writing whatever, whenever. Er, every day. Damn it, I almost forgot.

Oh, I learned a new Spanish phrase, courtesy of Snake!

Que carajo quieres comemierda?

I'm almost all moved in, by the way! Just a few odds and ends still at Mom's.

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Sometimes I wish I didn't read my flist.

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For Orlando:

I love your honesty.

Janice called back. It's up to him to call her after the new year. She was happy to hear from me and asked how I was doing. I froze. Conditioning! But I said fine and asked for a referral for myself.

I have a sinus thing but it's not a cold. No fever. Just sniffles and congestion. Nonetheless, Mom's drowning me in chicken soup. And hot toddies. I keep passing out. Now, I just pour them down the drain before I get alcohol poisoning.

Peter broke up with the boytoy because he was too immature. Pot. Kettle. Black. Kidding. It sounds like they wanted different things from life. The boytoy wanted to go out every night, get drunk, do drugs, be an all around hot little party monster. And Peter's 34. Heh. I should remember that for the next time I talk to him.

Talia called to tell me lawyer man broke the lamp I gave her for a wedding gift and asked for the name of the store where I bought it. Bastard probably did it on purpose because he hates Tiffany lamps. She heard about Lesbian Knock Up 2007 and congratulated me on my impending fatherhood. Then she went into a long, sad discussion about the baby we lost and how he or she would have turned thirteen this year, she and I would probably still be happily married and I wouldn't have felt the need to "become involved in that gay nonsense" since I would have had fatherly responsibilities. I honestly didn't know where to start telling her what was wrong with pretty much everything that she said beginning with the lesbians. She did get the age of the kid right, though. God, me with a teenager? Jesus wept.

Ann and Helene came by. They've decided that Ann will carry the bambino. Good choice. She's prettier, more intelligent, athletic, great sense of humor, no visible deformities and I would actually have sex with her if they wanted to do it that way. Okay, that last part's a lie, but the rest is true. I love Helene, and it's not as if she could pass for the Creature from the Black Lagoon or anything. Ann's just got more of everything. It's kind of like me and Orli. On my own, I'm not bad. But Orli's got more of everything. Anyway, Operation Babymaker looks like it's really going to happen this time. And I've decided not to have anything to do with the offspring other than them sending me pictures so I have proof it didn't turn out looking like an ape. It's not going to be my child and if they want to have a father figure in its life, they can sure as hell do better than me. And if anything happens to this one, too, I don't want to be able to care so much. Mom's ready to play Grandma, though, and scolded me quite handily when I reminded her that it wouldn't really be her grandchild after the papers are all signed. She said, and I quote, "William, I would be a grandmother to that baby if Mickey Mouse was the father. These girls are my friends and have asked me to be involved, and I will be for as long as they need me." Then I made a comment about the set of ears that kid would have if Mickey was the dad, not to mention being born with big, puffy, white glove-clad hands. She kicked me out of the kitchen and finished her tea with the ladies. Ann and Helene were laughing, though. See? Lesbians aren't all granola-crunching, Birkenstock-wearing, "global-warming-is-real"-gabbing, "I-lost-my-sense-of-humor-the-first-time-a -girl-went-down-on-me"-doing, man-hating, feminazis. In fact, I would be willing to bet that most of them are like Ann and Helene. And, as with any group, the extremists get all the press.

Evie called just to say hi. She's so sweet. I mean, even if she wasn't my sister (allegedly - DNA test next month), I would really like her. Get this: she says stuff the way I do. I know it's the other way around and is due to Dad, but every now and then she sounds like me. Is that freaky or what? And kind of cool. From the sounds of things, her brother - our brother - is just like Dad. Poor bastard. But she told me all about her latest casting project and how much trouble they're having finding someone to play the lead. I told her I'd do it as a favor but she had to promise not to want to cast me in everything after that because I just wouldn't have the time and would hate to feel obligated. Then I told her about my engagement, she screamed and congratulated me. I love this girl already.

Wendell and Blade are in love. Er, I mean, they're just "really good friends" who never leave each other's side, snuggle at night and do the same cute little doggie moves that make Mom want to deck them out in horrendous doggie sweaters. Poor babies. If I see them donning spandex and going for bike rides, I'm going to nickname them "Gyllenstrong."

The new year is almost here and the possibilities are endless. Please, God, don't let Orli break up with me.

Hey peeps:

This is a heads up about Orli's birthday. In two weeks, he's hitting the big 3-0 and Michael and I are throwing him a surprise birthday party. All the details will be announced later, but this is to warn you that you MUST keep Saturday, January 13th open. If you're not going to be able to attend, you'd better get him an awesome present to make up for missing such an important milestone in his life. I understand that things come up, but you'd better be there if you want to call yourself our friend and don't want me to go all Incredible Hulk on you. I have muscles. Fear them.

Oh my god, I'm so kidding. Seriously, after the year Orlando's had, I would love to have the chance to show him that his real friends still care about him and support him. Even if you don't like me, please give some thought to attending. This is for Orli and I know he would love to see you all there.

Pretty please.

Peace out,
Will

After this.

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I'm on Pete's computer. I'm a littel drunk so I'll be sleepingin the guest room.

bUt I'm okay! I mean it's going to be okay.

All systms are go for Operation Suppport Orlando. Helove s me and I will not doutb that!! I'll do iverything I can to help him love himselg too .

Pete's gonna be my best man.

Im' sleeepy.

I can't waitt o talk to Orli tomorrow!!!!