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Gary

About Me

I'M FUCKING 34!?!? Oy, fucking vey! !!YO!!--Our soldiers need Silly String, which detects tripwires that set off deadly explosives. Marcelle Shriver, a soldier's mom from NJ, is collecting them. You can send cans to St. Luke's Catholic Church, 55 Warwick Road, Stratford, NJ 08084. A couple bucks spent on this could actually save a life. Spread the word!**Current Rant...people whose MySpace pages are like a motherfucking interactive experience at Epcot. I do NOT need things blinking, I do NOT need to hear music (yes, i'm aware of this being a Mecca for Musicians), I do NOT need to have some ridiculously BUSY background that makes reading every word a fucking chore. Many on here CLEARLY never took a layout and graphics class (props, Shaner!). Listen to Gary, jackasses! OK, now onto my cheery bio...I've now successfully surpassed the number of years Jesus Christ spent on this earth. I'm still startled by it. I'm very competitive, thus felt a need to match His accomplishments...minus the crucifixion part. People think i'm kidding, but it DOES irk me that I didn't do more in 33 years. LOOK at all Christ did! Oh, well, maybe i'll save the world in my 34th year. I'm very, VERY sarcastic, smart, wildly opinionated, always think i'm right (and usually am), have been accused of being too full of myself (see previous line), think too much, want too much, expect too much, love profanity, and have precious little patience. I just read Genius IQ Bitch Marilyn vos Savant's PARADE magazine column, and she calls people who curse a lot "less refined." I also recall Jerry Seinfeld once saying that cursing in stand-up isn't creative. Well, i'm very smart, very funny, very creative, have a superior vocabulary...and curse like it's going out of style. I find people who don't like to curse to be stick-up-their-ass dullards. Abstaining from using profanity doesn't impress me; the smarts and savvy to appear like a choir boy in the right setting does. It's all about adapting to the situation. As The Verve's BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY so eloquently said, "I'm a million different people from one day to the next." Manners are important. Respect and courtesy, too. About that patience thing...I like things fast. I walk, drive, talk, think, place items on the supermarket check-out counter FAST. MOVE, people! I'm very Type A...yet combined with a slacker/surfer mentality. Tres complex! I realize life is fleeting and fragile...and THIS is why I don't like waiting 2 minutes at a fucking light simply because the stupid bitch in front of me couldn't press her foot hard enough on the fucking gas pedal. I'm steeped in Catholicism, yet think religion's a scam. I'm more Democrat than Republican, but don't call me either one. I'm likely seen more as a liberal, but am often very conservative. I hate labels. I hate being pigeonholed. I hate expectations. I like to push the envelope. I love a challenge. I hate rules, but many are worthy. I love exploring new places, trying new things. Christ, this is like a Vanity Fair profile. Here I am...talk to me.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Anyone who doesn't make me feel like i'm 34. Translation: anyone not tethered to a spouse or child. Seriously, I need new friends to get a beer or 5 with, while enjoying scintillating, thought-provoking conversation. Or even activities that don't involve alcohol. But what would those be? I'd also dig reconnecting with old friends, or even people I merely "knew," but didn't know well, due to youthful, idiotic popularity games. Oh, yeah, and anyone who sees my overall genius and can advance my Bold Face Standing on this earth.

My Blog

Barack Obama wins the Democratic presidential nomination

Historic, yes. Impressive, for sure. It really IS something else...and at any other time, i'd be ecstatic. But i'm not. I'm beyond aggravated. Oh, look, Hillary Clinton wins the South Dakota primary t...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Jun 2008 19:01:00 GMT

Marble pound cake and Bailey’s...straight from the bottle

That's what I'M enjoying at 12:30am. SO damn comforting.
Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 21:39:00 GMT

Rachael Ray’s $14.99 Trash Bowl

Hey, RACH...YUMMO idea to have a big bowl out whenever you're cooking to dump all the garbage into, so you don't have to keep walking back and forth to the actual trash can. Seriously, it's smart and ...
Posted by on Sun, 04 May 2008 23:46:00 GMT

A "donation" IS an admission price!

While pretty much enjoying a Sunday breakfast, I became irate (more in theory -- I mean, I didn't hurl my cup of tea against the wall, then overturn the kitchen table) upon reading about the Hoboken H...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Sep 2007 11:55:00 GMT

So can I file televised weather reports from my bedroom?

Because yet again, I'M right and EVERY fucker on TV with a degree in meteorology and a monstrous paycheck is wrong. Today in the NYC area was supposed to be "unbearable." A HEAT ADVISORY was issued LA...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 13:54:00 GMT

Mohammed and Abdullah

No, it's not a zany new fall sitcom that NBC's pinning its hopes on to turn around their badly bruised Thursday nights. Rather, they're the names of 2 guilty, er, I mean chief suspects in the Britain ...
Posted by on Mon, 02 Jul 2007 16:36:00 GMT

Easy like Sunday morning, my fucking ass!

So this is the first "Summer 2007 Sunday" I've spent at home, and I've already been aggravated THREE times before 10:30am. Four times if you count the simple fact that I was forced up earlier than I'd...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Jun 2007 10:34:00 GMT

The American Flag

Last week, I found myself on a street in East Newark, NJ that had American flags flying from every single lamppost. It was a sea of red, white and blue. It's sad that I was so startled by this, but I ...
Posted by on Mon, 28 May 2007 15:49:00 GMT

Yo, MySpace whores...LEAVE ME ALONE!!

I'm sick and fucking tired of wasting precious God-given time clicking on "Suzy" and "Gabby" and "Erica" when they friend-request me, thinking maybe, just MAYBE I somehow actually know them.  But...
Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 15:46:00 GMT

ROXETTE, where art thou?

Oh, how I miss my sugary, hook-driven Swedes. Per & Marie...come back to us! I yearn to be taken on another pop joyride.
Posted by on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 20:24:00 GMT