Sunday, November 16, 2008

What to say, what to say….

This election for me has been completely different than the great campaign of ’04. When Kerry and Bush were running for the spot as the most powerful person in the world, I picked my side and I campaigned like I was getting paid to do it. I felt like I had a personal investment in the election. In 2004, in Georgia, we were voting for a new President of the U.S. and a constitutional amendment to ban same sex marriage. At time I was a sophomore in college…I felt like someone was making a personal attack against me when they said they were in favor of a constitutional amendment to ban marriage. A document that is supposed to grant rights for it’s citizens and bring pride for the state in which you live. In 2004 it was just not the right time. By an over whelming majority, a constitutional amendment to ban gay marriage was passed in my home state of Georgia. I was devastated. To me it felt like 70 of my countrymen (yes I am from 1796) said that I was not a full human.

Now we are in 2008. I’m in a new state with a NEW ban on gay marriage. I felt like my wound from 2004 was healed. In this latest campaign for Yes on 2, I felt like it was a waste of time to try and persuade people to vote differently or change their opinions. Just by living my life I hope people will see that gay people are humans. Well, after watching this video, the wound has been reopened. No matter what your politics are or how you feel about Keith Olbermann, this message PERFECTLY articulates how it feels with the passage of Prop 8 or 2. Please watch. Walk away and think about it.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Well, what a difference a couple of weeks or months make.

I’m no longer a Georgia Peach…I’m a Florida Orange or a big giant ball of fire…the sun…right.

After spending five years in South Georgia at SGC then GSU and then Savannah for KISSFM I’ve moved to Panama City Beach, Florida for a new job!

Allaccess.com…a website for all things radio and music posted this in the news section today…very exciting!

“Staff Changes At Magic/Panama City
JENNIFER WILDE has exited middays at Active Rocker WYYX (97X), with [CHRIS ALAN at] sister Top 40 WILN (ISLAND 106) moving down the hall to fill the slot. As of YESTERDAY, the 97X line up is syndicated LEX &TERRY in am drive, CHRIS ALAN middays, DR. STROKE (APD/MD) in afternoons and SHORTBUS radio at night.

At ISLAND 106, MD SPOON swings from nights in to middays and newly imported MIGUEL FULLER, formerly SPANISH MICHAEL on WAEV/SAVANNAH, hops in to nights.

WILDE’s promotions responsibilities have been split and slide over to Talk WYOO-A Show Producer JEN KELLEY and Front Office Manager ANGIE PHILLIPS.”

Um, yay! So here in PCB I’m doing the night show and producing the morning show with Kramer and Holly. Holly and I are actually living together, so we see a whole lot of each other. Thankfully we are both goofy and end up laughing most of the time.

So far I’m really liking it PCB. It’s hot. Like, real hot. I’ve never had such sweaty underarms (I hate the word armp**s). I live THREE minutes from the beach, well five if a lot of people are on the road. I’ve been here for two weeks and have only been able to go to the beach once. I’m going to head there this weekend…maybe run on the beach…or eat Zaxby’s on the beach, not sure.

Moving down here was a huge dramatic ordeal…but when is it not with me? I got a huge 16 foot Budget truck with the big car dolly on the back for Sophia (my Honda!). I freaked out when I went and picked up the truck. Everything was just so big and I couldn’t see myself driving down 95, by myself, with this huge truck. Michael and Adam came over to help me pack up the truck and do dinner. Michael put my car on the huge car dolly…I freaked out again when I saw how complicated that whole process was. I’m a wuss… I’ll admit it. I can barley put gas in my car, let alone put my car on this huge THING and THEN take it off by myself. Thankfully, Michael and Adam agreed to help me drive the thing down here. Thank you God for them.

I’m done.

I need to blog more…

Good day!

Thursday, June 19, 2008

Awkward things happening...

I like people I shouldn't.
I still go long times with no money.
As much as I like to think I cover up being lonely with work, it still creeps in at night as I'm thinking in bed.
I'm slowly starting to make a lifestyle change. Not as fast as I would like, but baby steps.
The thought of moving is really hitting me. A little sad, a lot happy, just ready for change...I've moved every year for the past five years, I think that's why I'm itching to move.
To do "it" or not to do "it"...my vow of celibacy I feel is coming to a close...but I just don't know if I want to budge...with who? When? Why? What would I gain from it? Would it change my life or just complicate it?
I have amazing friends that help me out, A LOT...I just hope I can repay them one day.
I want to be organized like I use to be.
I've become lazy...I'm wondering if the change of scenery will change that. The more I think about it, I think I'll step back into my old self...I've got the optimist back, but I just need the Type A personality back.
I want to explore my creative graphic side. I just dropped it when I left The George-Anne...I wonder if I have anything creative left in me.
I want to read more. I want to write more. I want to become more of intellectual person. I still look at people's profiles from high school to see what they are doing in life.

My back hurts.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Day 1.

Breakfast
I didn't go to Burger King or Arby's this morning for a breakfast sandwich...I grabbed a yogurt from Santiago’s frig (I'm dog sitting for him while he's over visiting Stephen in London)...sooo...yogurt still freaks me out. I think that's why I don't like a lot of stuff, the texture freaks me out. It feels all slimy going down...hmm...I may need to go back to oatmeal as my healthy breakfast food. What's for lunch...a hamburger sounds good...but I shall resist! I'm just going to come back and edit this through out the day to have a running dialogue of my eating habits so I can see in writing how crazy I am when it comes to food...

Monday, June 02, 2008

No time for a long drawn out post. At the TV station and I really need to get this stuff down.

Here's the deal. I'm fat. Shut up. Don't tell me I'm not. Don't tell me I look good. I'm overweight. My doctor says so...well, he did last summer. I think I am a very good looking person...I just happen to like the taste of food. Very bad food. It's like my drug. But I'm saying, right here, right now...in this production room in Savannah, Georgia I'm tired. I love making people laugh and poking fun at myself to make someone laugh. That will never change. But I've got to make some changes so I can become a healthier person. If I don't stop my bad habits now, it will only continue to get worse.

Whew...I said it publicly....now comes the plan...

I don't really have one at the moment, but I know what I need to cut out RIGHT NOW. If you see me near a Wendy's, Burger King, or ZAXBY'S (I really will miss that) stop me. If I'm out eating with you and I order a hamburger or buffalo chicken sandwich, take it away! And for goodness sake, take the ranch away! This is going to be hard...I feel like someone about to quit smoking...I now see how hard it can be. You always want to sneak ONE MORE...But I'm done.

I have something else to write about, but that will come later...when the mood strikes.

Oh, and for my personal record...I LOVED the Sex and the City movie. Call me a queer, sissy, gay...whatever...I LOVED that movie...and the music is just simply delicious from the soundtrack.

Okay, I've got to go and hold a camera...let's hope I don't mess up tonight in my withdrawals from ranch....

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Sometimes I forget.

In the craziness of every day, trying to “hustle” to make more money or do whatever, I forget where I came from. Where I could be. Without the help of family, friends, God, who knows where I would be.

After reading the following story on cnn.com, I’m going to try and be more thankful about life and what I have. Too often I focus on what I DON’T have and what I’m NOT doing. I have a place to sleep, food to eat and a car to drive around in…not for long though…FOUR DOLLAR GAS SOON! EEEK! Some people don’t have a place to sleep…

This story broke my heart! One day I want to help people in positions like this. Most of us are one paycheck away from being one of these people…

Mom forced to live in car with dogs
SANTA BARBARA, California (CNN) -- Barbara Harvey climbs into the back of her small Honda sport utility vehicle and snuggles with her two golden retrievers, her head nestled on a pillow propped against the driver's seat.

A former loan processor, the 67-year-old mother of three grown children said she never thought she'd spend her golden years sleeping in her car in a parking lot.
"This is my bed, my dogs," she said. "This is my life in this car right now."
Harvey was forced into homelessness earlier this year after being laid off. She said that three-quarters of her income went to paying rent in Santa Barbara, where the median house in the scenic, oceanfront city costs more than $1 million. She lost her condo two months ago and had little savings as backup.

"It went to hell in a handbasket," she said. "I didn't think this would happen to me. It's just something that I don't think that people think is going to happen to them is what it amounts to. It happens very quickly, too."

Harvey now works part time for $8 an hour, and she draws Social Security to help make ends meet. But she still cannot afford an apartment, and so every night she pulls into a gated parking lot to sleep in her car, along with other women who find themselves in a similar predicament.

There are 12 parking lots across Santa Barbara that have been set up to accommodate the growing middle-class homelessness. These lots are believed to be part of the first program of its kind in the United States, according to organizers.
The lots open at 7 p.m. and close at 7 a.m. and are run by New Beginnings Counseling Center, a homeless outreach organization.

It is illegal for people in California to sleep in their cars on streets. New Beginnings worked with the city to allow the parking lots as a safe place for the homeless to sleep in their vehicles without being harassed by people on the streets or ticketed by police.

Harvey stays at the city's only parking lot for women. "This is very safe, and that's why I feel very comfortable," she said.

Nancy Kapp, the New Beginnings parking lot coordinator, said the group began seeing a need for the lots in recent months as California's foreclosure crisis hit the city hard. She said a growing number of senior citizens, women and lower- and middle-class families live on the streets. See how foreclosure filings are up 75 percent »
"You look around today and there are so many," said Kapp, who was homeless with her young daughter two decades ago. "I see women sleeping on benches. It's heartbreaking."

She added, "The way the economy is going, it's just amazing the people that are becoming homeless. It's hit the middle class."

She and others with New Beginnings walk the streets looking for people and families sleeping in their cars. The workers inform them about the parking lot program.
New Beginnings screens people to make sure they won't cause trouble. No alcohol or drugs are allowed in the parking lots.

"What we are trying to do is we pull bad apples out, and we put good apples in the parking lots and really help people out," said Shaw Tolley, another coordinator with New Beginnings.

Most of the time, the lots are transition points. New Beginnings works with each person to try to find a more permanent housing solution.

"It saddens me when they live in their vehicles," Tolley said. "It is not the most ideal situation for senior citizens and families, but it is reality."
He added, "We need to engage this problem. This is reality."

John Quigley, an economics professor at the University of California-Berkeley, said the California housing crisis has left many middle-class families temporarily homeless or forced them to go to food banks to feed their families.

"Part of the reason why it's so painful in Santa Barbara is there's so little in the way of alternative housing," Quigley said. "If there were alternative low and moderate housing and rental accommodations that were reasonably close by, you can imagine it wouldn't have this desperate look to it as people living in their cars."
At the only lot for women in Santa Barbara, it's a tough existence. There are no showers or running water. On the night CNN visited, a half-dozen women already were in the parking lot before nightfall.

Linn Labou, 54, lives in her car with four cats. She used to be in the National Guard and is on a waiting list for government housing, but the wait is a year long.
"I went looking for family, but I couldn't get them to help me," she said.
As for Harvey, she begins each day by walking her two dogs before going to her part-time job. She leaves the dogs in her car with its windows cracked while she works.
It's another chapter in her life that she's certain she'll get through, even though she said she knows it pains her children. Her 19-year-old daughter moved in with friends to avoid being homeless.

"My daughter especially is very unhappy. Sometimes she'll cry and she'll call and say, 'Mom, I just can't stand it that you are living in a car,' " Harvey said. "I'll say, 'You know what? This is OK for right now because I'm safe, I'm healthy, the dogs are doing OK and I have a job and things will get better.'

Friday, May 02, 2008

Time for a little lamenting...

Spring time brings out the best and worst in people. Or me.

On one hand I LOVE Spring weather...Fall is still my favorite...I love the chilly mornings and warm, sunny afternoons when spring arrives.

But I HATE the bugs and creepy crawly things that come out.

In the Spring, my sexual kitten (???) comes out and I'm ready to pounce. As everyone and their mother's know, I've kept that kitten hidden in a closet and made sure to bolt up the door for the past two years...TWO YEARS...since the kitten was released. And here I sit, another night chit chatting with friends but the entire time, having several gay personals sites open in the background. I'm waiting for that glorifying moment when my Macbook beeps at me and informs his master that there is a message waiting for him at gay.com...but alas, no such beep ever comes. Like. Never.

I don't know why, but my picture and profile has never garnered much attention from guys online. But I have friends who put up a half naked shot of themselves and they can't even log onto the site because their inbox is full of twinks ready to have their grass plowed. Whatever. As I wrote to a friend on AIM tonight...

"I would just like for once for an attractive guy to be interested in me so I can at LEAST entertain the idea of having someone to date"

I feel like I'm so far from even the THOUGHT of having someone that half the time, I don't even think about it any more. But spring arrives and rears it's ugly head and now I'm ready to mate and do as the monkeys do. Whatever that may be...

But GOSH DARN IT, I'M TWENTY TWO AND I WANT A BOYFRIEND! There, I said it! In my most childish, bratty voice, I'm proclaiming what I've been saying in my head forever, but in the past year or so, never wanted to put it into writing. I want someone to love me and I want to love them. Is that too much to ask?!

Ugh...so much more to go into, but I'm spent for the day. SO ready for bed.

Until next time...

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

A few days ago, some friends of mine invited me over for dinner. I love hanging out with these people...I always feel super inspired afterwards. I've always been told that you should hang out with people that are smarter than you, people that have more money than you, etc...it makes you rise to their level and improve yourself. I've always tried to do that in every aspect of my life. I'm always on the constant journey to better myself. But as I was sitting at the table, enjoying a wonderful dinner, something hit me. I complain about not having money, not being able to go home and visit, not being able to take a trip some where, blah, blah...but you know something I've always had, without question? Support. Encouragement. Respect.

From the time I could remember, my mother has always told me that no matter what I wanted to do, what I wanted to be, she would support me 100% and be there for me. There are a lot of material things she has not been able to give me though the years, but I've always known, that when I call her and tell her of my latest accomplishment...no matter how small, I'm going to hear nothing but encouragement from the other end of the line...

I've never been able to swallow pills...my mother and I use to fight like cats and dogs when I was sick and had to take medicine. Luckily, I've never had any serious medical attention and didn't HAVE to take serious medication. So I always got away with not swallowing pills. Well last year at GSU, I came down with a bad case of strep throat. I HAD to swallow these pills to get rid of the virus. Well, after much mental coaching, I swallowed my first pill! My throat thanked me later...but I called my mother in celebration. She was just as excited as I was! lol Who else would do that?

But I say ALLL that, to say that during my life, I've had people behind me, in my ear, whispering encouraging words...telling me to keep going, keep trucking...and sitting across from my friends at their house the other night, I just felt a wave of gratitude come over me. I am thankful, deeply thankful for all my friends and relatives that have been in my corner my entire life. These people would do anything for me...that's such a comforting thought. As I move forward in my career and life, I can always remember...

I have something money can never buy....respect.

Sunday, April 13, 2008

Home is where the heart is.

I heard that a lot growing up, but I never really understood what that meant. After living in a couple of different cities in the past few years of life, I now have a full understanding of that fuzzy, warm saying.

Yesterday I hosted Battle For the Boro...it's a hodgepodge of local music artists performing all day. I was going back and forth between two stages from Noon until close to 1 in the morning. Needless to say my little legs were hurtin! But the coolest thing kept happening all day...people, like straight, fratastic(sp?) guys were coming up to me and saying how much they missed the morning show. They were asking what I was doing now, some even said they listened to me on KISS now. Some asked how Jamie, Toni and Bryan are doing. (I took delight in telling people that Bryan and Jamie Lynn are happily living together in the Atl...not happily MARRIED, but I'm sure that will happen soon!) But it made my sprit feel SOO good (my ego too! ;) ) to see that people STILL, after a whole freaking year, remembered what we did in the mornings. Our stupid banter on-air about a toilet having red lips, Toni going out on the streets, Bryan making everyone feel stupid on air, Jamie's endless rants, Producer Andrew being clueless about American traditions, Gene "Gameshow Man" Grey's LOUD laughter from the newsroom, Caroline saying one word, King Phillip with his awkward take on things...we truly made people's mornings...we made people laugh...we made people smile when their morning was crap.

That's awesome.

I felt like I was at home.

While I was on stage making fun of people in the crowd, and making jokes about living in the boro, being a Georgia Southern student...it was cool to feel everyone on that same vibe. I really going to miss that little town. I was only there for two years, but I grew so much. It's so funny how you never really know how good you have it until it's over.

Thank you Statesboro.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Wow. I can’t believe where my mind has been for the past few months…it’s like I’ve had a cloud over my eyes and some other version of Miguel was walking, talking and pretending to be me. Those days are over – thanks to a little thing called The Secret.

Before I knew what The Secret was, I was practicing it. My entire life I have always lived by the mantra, “What goes around, comes around.” And that’s how my life has played out. I have always tried to have a positive disposition on life and not let the little things get me down. Well once college was over and I entered into the real world, I was thrown for a loop. Real life is not like college. College is its own little universe - the rules are different there. It’s taken me almost a year to get into the groove of life outside of college. I think I have made it through the dark clouds though. I’ve been applying The Secret to my life…things have changed, drastically.

I remember sitting in my car a few days after the New Year and asking God why every time I turned around, something was going wrong. NOTHING was going my way. At one point I seriously considered quitting my job, packing up my stuff and moving back to Atlanta with no job. But I’m proud to say that I am back. The recklessly optimistic Miguel is back. The smile is back. The energy is back…and most importantly, the AMBITION is back.

It’s good to be back.

There’s a quote I’ve lived by for a long time that a dear friend told me in high school.
"Don't ever listen to those who tell you it can't be done. Pity them for their lack of vision;
be more successful than anyone thought you could be. Then, look back on those who
said it was impossible and remember: always be Recklessly Optimistic."

Monday, February 18, 2008

Everyone does it. You spend HOURS doing it. You'll never tell anyone...

I'll hold my hand up first. I spend a few minutes, er, hours sometimes looking through people's facebookand myspace photo albums. I'm not sure what makes me want to do it, but I can spend a good hour just clicking through photos checking out the life of someone I haven't talked to in almost five years. And of course when I browse through these photos, I'm constantly comparing their life photos to mine. A series of questions and comments run through my mind as I click away through these digital images...

'Do I look like I'm having as much fun as him?'

'Gosh, they must have gotten a really good job after college!'

'Wow, have I aged as well as they have?'

'Her boobs can't be that big! Looks like she had some work done!"

"He's gay?!?! Why didn't he talk to me in middle school?!"

"He chose THAT as a career?"

Have you ever gone through your photos and wondered what someone from your past would think of your current life if they just perused through all the photos? I think that sometimes. What does your life look like? Mine looks like I have lot's of white friends, as my mother has pointed out on many occasions...

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Instead of posting ANOTHER word about why I hate being single and how I'm so sad, a long time friend wrote this about me today:

Me: But I'm always the new guy who will make an awesome friend
Him: That is because unfortunatley, you are an awesome friend. ur a nice guy, you've been through a lot and thats made u a good person, because whatever crap you've taken, you wouldn't inflict it on others, and since you come off as this well of niceness, everyone looks at you like the safety, the friend, confidant etc. You just gotta find someone whose looking for a nice guy. Whereas the gay population in ur age range are basically human pogo sticks.
Me: HAHA...quote of the day..."human pogo sticks."
Him: lets face it, gay people are straight guys without the responsibility or inconvinience of pregnancies, they are NOT really dating material

Thank you.

Have a safe and productive Single's Awareness Day!

Friday, February 08, 2008

I wish I could say that life was as easy on the other side of the fence of school. I was I could say I had a seamless transition from college to the working world. I wish I could say my optimism for the world and it's people remained intact. I wish I could say that I love what I do and the life that I have. I wish I could say I loved myself and all that I can do.

I can't say a damned thing.

Right now I feel as if I am in the fight of my life and I have no clue what I'm fighting or how to win.

Life sucks right now - just plain and simple sucks.

I make no money,
I can't pay for anything.
I work long hours.
I work two jobs.
None of my dear friends live close to me.
The friends that are here are occupied with other things.
After all these fucking years I'm still single.
I have no money.
I have creditors calling my phone three times a day.
I have no clue how I will get out of credit card debt.
I have no clue how I will pay for my student loans.
I want a roommate but I don't want to move in with someone I don't know.
I want to eat a nasty greasy hamburger but I can't afford it.
I want several alcoholic drinks in my system to numb the frustration.
I got a notice saying I hadn't payed my rent when I know I did.
I don't have any gas in my car and I have no clue how I'm going to make it through the week.
I want someone to solve my problems because I'm tired.
I have a vacation I'm going on next week but I don't want to go so I work more and make extra money to pay for shit.

There ya go. There's the exhaustive list of what's swirling through my mind 24/7.

I don't know how I'm going to solve these problems...I keep telling myself there's a light at the end of the tunnel, and I know there is, but it's so hard to see when there are boulders blocking the end of the tunnel.

A teacher once told me in high school that the pendulum always swings back to whatever side it's on and I'm guessing this is the shitty side. I can't wait until it actually starts to get good again.

I'm so over it.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

When people ask me, "You're a good guy, why are you single?" I can't answer the question. If I knew I would be able to work on it and get someone worth while. I know I should leave the whole thing alone, but I can't help it. I don't meet many guys while I'm out.

So I'm looking through one of the sites, seeing whose one and I run across a guys profile who is cute. I start reading through his profile and get to this part at the end:

"If your a black guy or over the age of 30 do not message me. I'm not a racist cause my bestfriend is black but never have i nore will i ever do anything with a blk guy or someone over 30. If you message me i will delete it."

REALLY? Are you serious? So you are saying to me that out of all the black men in the world, you would never date ONE because of his skin color - oooh wait. You have a black best friend so it makes alright...please correct me if I'm wrong, but that logic does not make any sense to me. But sadly, that's the logic of a lot of guys here.

After taking African-American history classes in college, I can only look at comments like that and shake my head. The seeds of history are still there underneath.

In other news, I'm working at one of the local TV stations as a Production Assistant. It's been fun so far. I'm reminded of how much of a non-tech person I am. But I'm trying my best to do an amazing job.

Eh. Who to vote for? Usually I'm pretty into the political scene and ready to go to bat for who ever I believe in. But like a lot of people, I have NO clue who I'm going to vote for. For a time I was considering both Republicans and Democrats, but after a little surface research I've scratched out most of the Republican candidates. There are some issues I'm just not willing to bend on...the gay issue of course being one of them. But I want to dig a little deeper and see what they are talking about. There are so many issues to consider. Now that I'm in the working world I see how important things like the Fair Tax, Heath Insurance and Social Security are. Ugh. So much stuff to wrap your head around.

Okay, enough of this. Time for bed.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

So here's the deal. I'm drowning. I've been in control for so long but I'm not. I feel like in my life right now I can't control anything. If I go right this will happen or if I go left this happen. I can't just make a move and go with it. I NEVER in a million years thought I would be one of those people who would look back to the past and want to go back. I want to. Things were tough, but not like this. So much is depending on if I fail or prevail. I would love nothing more than just to sit on my couch for a week, watch movies, drink wine and order out. I can't even afford to even order out or rent a movie. This is not what I thought life after college would be like. I didn't sign up for THIS. It was supposed to be easier. Things were supposed to fall into place. Life was supposed to be one fluid motion and work together. It's not doing that. It's fracturing and showing signs of stress on it. I don't like it. A near and dear friend said life after college is like starting high school over. I'm in my Freshman year of high school..................WHAT?!!? NOO!! So much happened between my freshman and senior year of high school that I couldn't imagine going through so much angst and pain again. I don't want to go back to that place, but it's life, everyone has to....right?

Should I even touch on the subject of love or dating someone? I feel like I have beaten that horse to DEATH. PETA is after me because I've beaten the shit out of that horse. But really, as I get older, the guys suck even more. Take for instance this one guy I was talking to. Granted I met him on the internet...I'm in the DEEP SOUTH for goodness sakes, I have to meet them SOMEWHERE!...but any who...we started talking for a week or so. We decide to meet at the end of the month. Cool. But we are talking tonight and I'm feeling a bit randy...that never happens anymore...so I decide to ask a few personal questions. How many people have you been with. He answers...the number is a bit higher than I like, but okay, he seems like a cool guy. I then say I don't have sex unless I'm in a relationship which is why it's been so long for me. All of a sudden he tells me he's talking to this guy somewhere else and he probably wouldn't come to visit me because we wouldn't be having sex. ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Well there's another one that bites the dust.

I'm over it.

I'm turning straight.

Sunday, January 06, 2008

Being an "adult" is not easy. Growing up and dealing with things is hard.

In middle school, high school and especially college all I focused on was getting out into the real world showing it what I had. I was going to grab life by the balls and show it that I was indeed the Daddy!

But I feel as if I stalled a bit. I'm not going as fast as I thought I would. I want to take over the world NOW and sit back and relax. Life does not work like that. You have to keep moving through the obstacles put in front of you.

Right now I'm at a crossroad.

In high school I had a conversation with my friend Brian. He asked me if I really wanted to go into radio - of course I did! It's what I had dreamed of for most of my life! But every time a teacher talked about careers that would be in demand once we entered the working force, broadcasting was never mentioned. Broadcasting was a field that would continue to shrink and consolidate as the years went on. Great. But to me, that didn't matter. I wanted to be on the radio and make people laugh. Now I'm at a point where I'm doing what I love, but I'm making no money. I've know all along I wouldn't make any money starting out. You don't get into this field if you want to drive a Range Rover...this is a toyota corolla field! So when I hear of friends who are moving on to nice, cushy jobs in big cities with expense accounts and company cars, I look at my microphone and cheap headphones and wonder if it's worth it...

"thanks so much 4 the add...
u probaly get this a lot...but..i love u on da radio! :)
thats what i want to be...a radio personality!...haha..:)"

That's why I do what I do. That's why I get late notices to bills that are due. That's why I will have bad credit for years to come... Knowing that I made someone laugh because I made fun myself and Britney is worth it. My stomach aches a little because I can't afford a nice turkey sandwhich from Larry's, but I made someone's day.

So I will continue down this road of audio bliss. I will continue to make a fool of myself just to get someone to smile in their car. Do radio personalities get into heaven? I hope so...