Twitter vs. Facebook

So, I've not kept up on my politics lately, just a little bit here and there. I do follow twitter though and the twitter population seems to stay pretty caught up. I signed up for facebook but do not really go there, too open... too available. I prefer twitter because I can just throw out a one liner and I don't have 10 replies and 16 new "old" friends that want to re-connect. Now, the cool thing about facebook is that I get to see people I haven't seen or heard from in 20 yrs and most of the time they look great and have families or have finally come out of the closet or are miserable slobs. Either way, it's interesting. But... some people, I don't want to "re-connect" with... and some people, I don't want reading my blog or checking my "tweets". Some people, I'd like to just not know anymore. I mean, if I see them in the grocery store or the adult book store (just kidding, I don't go to tri-star books anymore...), fine, "hi...how are you?...great, see you later" etc... but on facebook, they see what your doing and can talk to you at any time. Ugh. No, I don't need that. Come get a Big Mac if you really need to know what I'm doing. The other thing is that some people don't have the same religious and political views that I have. I don't want to lose or gain friends based on my beliefs. I'm not trying to say that I'm too good to reconnect with people or anything like that... I mean I love seeing some of my old friends like Lisa and Wendy and current people in my life and all that but... I don't know. Family is cool. I actually see more of my family members through Facebook then I ever had before so that's good but the idea is off putting so far. I may change my mind, I may come around. Who knows. I do know that I can't put my blog address there because I blog about real people in real situations and I'm too much of a pussy to hurt anyone's feelings and I coach soccer and don't want the organization to know that I get pissed off at people and want to throw basketballs at their face. That would not be good. I guess I'm not really into socializing unless I'm face to face. Actually, I have no idea what I'm trying to say here. I'm not that into it I guess. Like I said before, twitter is really anonymous and Facebook is just that... right in your face. I can pretty much guarantee I'm not that popular on twitter and the people that follow me did not know that in high school I had a little bit of a mullet and wore some awesome ass clothes. My twitter followers never saw me hanging out the drive-thru window or saw me when I lived in my Volkswagen van and traded pot for a shower. (I had some really good times though). I guess, it's still to be determined. Some folks think twitter is dumb and spend a lot of time on Facebook. For some, it's the opposite and for others... they think both suck. I guess it's a matter of opinion. I just know that I love my blog and being able to express myself through my words and Facebook requires me to talk to people I know where as twitter... I don't know those bitches and I don't give a fat fuck (except a couple people and they love me no matter what... I think...). I have no conclusion here... it's just to be determined whether or not I stay in the loop with Facebook... or if I'm just too old and set in my ways...I'll let ya know... I'll either update my status or throw out a tweet...hold yer breath.

Ok fine, I stalked my ex-boyfriend.

So... check this out, I just got an e-mail asking if I was the same Angie that dated a guy named Jeff in high school. Ok, yes, I dated a guy named Jeff in high school... but... do I know who this person is asking me? No, I do not so I reply "whose this?". He replies: "Jeff". Oh, ok then. Uh...what do I say? I haven't talked to this guy since I drove by his house 4 years after we broke up in 1986 and I am a little nervous. Does he know I'm gay? Does he think it's his fault? Oh God, I should tell him it's his fault... should I? No, that's mean. I did love him. He was my first real, not just holding hands and passing notes but actually going places and dances and buying nice gifts and talking about marriage and writing poetry and spending the entire summer riding on the back of his moped and going to band practice and eating dinner at his house with his parents kind of relationship. He was my first break-up (I was on the receiving end which is why I think blaming my homo-ness on him would be great payback) and it took me a really long time to get over it. We dated for about 6 months but it seemed like a lot longer because for two years I was still reading old letters and reminiscing and being sad. I sorta stalked him for a little bit. Drove past his house (as mentioned), walked behind him at school then hid behind trees if he looked around... stuff like that. My mom talked about him ALL the time to me (especially when she found out I was gay) and tried to invite him over for dinner without informing me. It was like a real high school romance then we broke up. He got really into his punk rock music and acted all macho man and since I've always been really macho, I think my awesomeness was too much. He probably needed one of those little punker following chicks that just waits around for their big tough guy to start a fight at the yogurt place or kick somebodies ass for being mexican or some shit. Whatever, I'm not bitter. My point is...how strange to hear from someone after so long. How weird is it that I had a boyfriend that I was totally in to (he wasn't my only boyfriend that I loved either...is that weird too?)? Does this have anything to do with me being gay? I really don't think so... I'm a person that likes actual people for who they are and maybe I'm just slutty and that's why I've loved both men and women. No, because I know slutty people who don't like both men and women. I'm definitely not "bi-sexual"... is that even a real thing? I really don't know and this probably isn't the forum for me to discuss my sexuality but I just thought it was so odd to hear from this guy after 20 some odd years... and then to explain that I'm now gay with a girlfriend and kids was a little odd too. I replied to him and we chatted a bit, he wasn't weirded out that I'm a homo and he seems to be doing well. It was strange though and a little nerve racking but ("there's always a big butt") I'm proud of who I am and who I was when I was in high school. I'm not ashamed of anything or embarrassed by that much either. I had a boyfriend and then a few more... I had a shitload of relationships both good and bad and each one has brought me closer to the one I have now and it's pretty damn good. I don't foresee much stalking going on in the near future and I don't plan on getting an e-mail asking if I ever dated a girl named Amy.

Homos and Alzheimer's....

Hi everyone! I'm here! I'm queer! Get used to it!... oh, sorry, I got crazy and thought I was fighting for gay rights today... I'm not doing that today, I'm too tired. Although, I will say, somewhere along the lines here, the gay community dropped the ball on getting our vote on the ballot this November. I just heard, yesterday, that all the gay groups were not on the same page for fighting this same sex marriage law thing that we all voted on last time. We were supposed to get it on the ballot for November and try to overturn it. Now I wonder, how in the hell we aren't fighting a little harder. Is there like a central website that all gay and gay supporters should be going to? Is there a www.homo.com website? Should I know more about this? Did I miss gay orientation day? I guess it's my fault too. I don't subscribe to all the gay newsletters and rainbow clubs out there. I'm not that into it. I'm a gay but not all running around shouting it out or anything. I mean, I have kids and...believe it or not... they are not gay! I know right? They are totally normal and lead normal lives and don't talk about gay stuff. Crazy huh? Well, that's not the only reason I don't have homo stickers on my car or protest every chance I get, bottom line is gay people get on my nerves. My gay friends aren't that gay. I mean they are but they aren't shouting it out... well, some of them are... some of them just can't help it. Oh forget it, I didn't even plan on talking about gays today... what the hell... that's what happens when I get started. I really just wanted to post something, anything to let my 4 readers out there know that I'm thinking about them. Hi readers! So, I'm a lamer and I accidentally started following my own blog and I don't know how to undo it so my little picture is posted as a follower. It's really cool to have followers and I had one person for the longest time (God love you John W.) and Suzanne (my partner in blog crime) is really not blogging as much as she could... your so busted Suzanne, I'm going to march over to your house right now, raid your refrigerator and yell at you while I'm eating something delicious that your making for dinner... you are being warned. But, our one follower is our friend and now... now we have more! Yeah for us. Thank you peeps. And, I know we have readers that don't post their little picture but read this blog anyway and to you I also say: "Thank you!!". I try to make this rambling mess interesting and I hope that at least sometimes it is. I know that I don't post a bunch of photos and links but I'm not that good so, that may come later and besides, I only take pictures of my dogs and that gets old.
My life is turning into some unexpected places. In May, I will fly out to Indiana to get tested by a doctor that is doing a study on Alzheimer's. As some of you know, my mother passed away a few years ago from Alzheimer's. It's not like cancer where your body shuts down and you die, it's like different things happen to cause the body to shut down. It's an Alzheimer's related death... I think. Anyway, the University of Indiana has some brain tissue from both my mother and my Uncle Don so they are doing a study about early onset Alzheimer's disease and would like to test my brother and sister for the gene that early onset family members have a 50-50% chance of getting (not 51-50 by the way...). So... I will soon know if I have this gene. I'm so excited! Should be good news though. Let's all pause, say a little prayer, and hope that none of us have this gene. (Pausing to pray...1,2,3...). Ok, great, thank you... moving right along... I don't know how I feel yet, I was initially excited just to see my sister and brother for a few days and I wasn't really thinking about the whole testing thing. It's all paid for and even the flight and hotel room is covered so it seemed like a little vacation. Then, I got word that there will be a spinal tap! Oh my God... what? That's really crazy and I'm just gonna say... scary!!! I don't know... I'm not thinking about that just this minute. My life is perfect right now... I mean, it's not even funny how great everything is. The kids, the wifey, the dogs... our house and even my job is good. I have a great family around and a lot of cool shit going on so I can't even think negative or worry. It's not an option. My mom was a super awesome lady and I am blessed to be a lot like her but I swear to green grass and gravy if that bitch passed that gene on to me I'm gonna write a tell all book about her! Just kidding, no one would care. Anyway, I'll write about it when I return and tell probably way more than any one would care to know about. I feel confident that everything will be fine. That spinal tap is not too cool but whatever, I'll deal with it. It's a great chance to plan my future a little bit and to have a heads up to what could come. The best part is... uh, I don't know what the best part is but I'm sure there's a good part in there somewhere. Maybe the doctor will diagnose my brother with his bi-polar disease that he will actually take something for... fat chance of that I'm sure. No, you know what? Maybe I can get medical marijuana prescribed to me... that's a perfect way to prevent Alzheimer's right? I don't know, I forgot what I was talking about... oh and conveniently enough, I forgot how to do the dishes and clean the house... awww that's too bad.