Jason's Room

Pins at the Polls

When I arrived home from work Wednesday night, I had an idea for my responsibilities later that evening when I'd be hosting the WeHo Awards voting booth at Fubar.

I decided to make buttons.

I already owned the supplies, and it wasn't that difficult.---I just printed out some tiny graphics and threw them into the little button-making device that I'd bought for fun with the nephews.

I wanted to give people something for voting, and...
"I voted" stickers are SO two weeks ago.  *wink*

I didn't make a huge amount, as I knew the risk that people would think they were dorky,... and I was disappointed at my boyfriend's opinion that "Jason,... *sigh*... nobody is going to want one of those."

"Who cares," I replied, "I like them.  I think they're cute, and I had fun making them.---If people don't want one,... well... screw 'em."  *heheh*

Around 8pm, Anthony (one of the WeHo Awards co-chairs) dropped off the supplies at our place and said that I really didn't need to bring the stuff down to Fubar until 10:45pm, as the voting wasn't supposed to happen until 11pm.

However, I knew better.---I went down around 9 o'clock and commandeered a table with a tablecloth and the ballot box,... and then, went home to shower & change clothes.---At 10:45pm, I walked down to Fubar with the ballots, and just as I had expected, patrons had crowded the voting area as if the ballot box wasn't even there.  (If I hadn't placed the box & cloth there earlier, there's no way there would have been room for us to set up, but luckily, because the box was there, I could tell people "Excuse me... Um... We're having voting here... See..." and they moved to a different location.)

Fellow blogger Pimpin' and my friend Kerry were already there to help me supervise.---So, I quickly set out the ballots, pens, and the pins,... and we went to work.

People were really nice, and more people voted than I actually expected.  I was happy to finally meet the infamous "Dirty Diana" accompanied by hottie Stephan Horbelt.  Additionally, the always sweet Angel Benton dropped by to vote and give me a hug.  (Btw, Angel's got the cutest haircut ever!)  And being both Dirty Deeds AND the night before Thanksgiving, the place was crowded, all the way up until closing time.

I only had a couple of drinks before switching to water, as I didn't want to get plastered and be unresponsible.  (Yeah, I know... I'm a total geek.)---Before we knew it, the clock read 1:30am, and it was time to close up shop.

I looked down at the table and realized that...

...people had taken all but one remaining pin.

Perhaps my nerdy idea wasn't so bad after all.  :-)

Let me know if you see any of them on ebay.  *heheh*
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BIG thanks to Kerry and Pimpin' for their help!

If you didn't get out to a voting station, they've opened online voting for the next couple days.  Click here to register online and vote today!  :-) 

Happy Thanksgiving!

Yes, I understand that the "Thanksgiving Story" that was told to us as children is not entirely true.  However, I still hold it close to my heart... and celebrate the day that, many years ago, half-naked men with smooth, tanned bodies and feathers in their hair sat down with boys wearing square-heeled shoes, panthose, fashionable hats.

And yes, the pic above is of Felipe Rose from the Village People.  (It's kind of a tradition.  *giggle*)

Have a great holiday... Just don't forget to "purge."  ;-)

Just because you voted November 7th (and more recently, for Hunky Santa) doesn't mean you're done with your "voting opportunities" yet!

Tonight, Wednesday, November 22nd, come to...

...between 11pm and 1:30am for your last chance to vote for...

Both Pimpin' and I will be in charge of the voting booth!

So, check out the nominees on the official award website, come down to Fubar tonight for Dirty Deeds, snag a few cheap drinks, meet us at the booth, and submit your vote!---We'll be hosting the LAST and LATEST voting booth open in all of WeHo!

Gosh, I love democracy.  ;-)

See ya there!
-your jason

It's ON, My Merry MoFos!

The grandest of all holiday traditions is BACK!

*For background on this Beverly Center tradition, click here.

Below are the pics & bios for this year's Hunky Santa candidates.  Whether or not you're able to guess who got my vote, the more important question is... Which one (or "ones") do you think are gay?  (Bios from the Beverly Center website)

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HUNKY MISTLETOE
Hello, I'm Hunky Mistletoe and when my dad -- old Saint Nick -- isn't looking, I like to sneak a little kiss under the...well, you know what. I'm coming to town so get that mistletoe ready and break out the peppermint candy. I spend the year preparing for the big night by shooting hoops, climbing in and out of chimneys and carrying that big sack full of presents. Vote for me and I'll bring along my mistletoe.
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HUNKY SNOWMAN
Hello, I'm Hunky Snowman and I won't melt if you bring me indoors. Nothing warms my heart more than a sweet smile and a hot toddy. When I'm not shining my sleigh and trying out fashionable new Santa suits, I like to get together with my buddies for some cold weather fun like snowboarding and sledding. Vote for me and I promise to keep you cool this holiday.
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HUNKY SNOWFLAKE
Hey there, I'm Hunky Snowflake and I'm here to tell you there's nothing flakey about me. I'm a year-round athlete and the only snowflake that doesn't melt in the California sun. From the mountains to the beach, I keep in shape by scaling mountains and skiing in the winter and hitting the waves in the summer. I love hanging out at the North Pole during the off season to catch some of that 24-hours sun. Vote for me and I'll make your holiday unique and cool.
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HUNKY KRINGLE
Hi, I'm Hunky Kringle and unlike my dad, I'm a gym rat and fitness fan. I've been spending my vacation building my muscles by lifting full sacks of next-year's presents to lend dad a helping hand. Thanks to my routine of lifting heavy bags of goodies, I'm ready to ring in the holiday season. Vote for me and I might just bring you an extra bag of presents!
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HUNKY ELF
Hello, I'm Hunky Elf and I'm the one to call when you need help with "some assembly required" toys this season. Before being called back to the North Pole to help his dad, I trained in toy and bicycle assembly. When I'm not busy assembling toys and filling Santa's bags with toys, I like to get party with the other elves. Vote for me and I promise to bring some elf cheer to your holidays and get your gifts set up.
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HUNKY RUDOLPH
Hi! I'm Hunky Rudolph and my keen eye and great sense of direction guides Santa's sleigh every year. The kind of reindeer games that I like to play are ones we can all join in...basketball, baseball, horseback riding. Try and keep up with me if you can...because I always like to be out in front. Vote for me and you'll never be lost again!
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HUNKY SUGARPLUM
Hello, I'm Hunky Sugarplum and I'm one sugarplum you won't mind having dance around in your head. I like to keep things sweet and always have a little treat for the good boys and girls. While I do share sweet treats with my list, I keep fit by building toys and delivering presents. Vote for me and I'll share some sugar treats with you this holiday season.
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HUNKY CANDY CANE
Hello, I'm Hunky Candy Cane and I'm just as sweet as my name implies. When I'm not busy working out and getting ready for the big night, I like to make up my favorite holiday treat...candy cane martinis. Shaken, not stirred! Vote for me and you'll find these special treats next to your stocking after a visit from Hunky Candy Cane.
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HUNKY DASHER
Hello, I'm Hunky Dasher and when I'm not running and skiing, I like to slow down and enjoy the holidays. The North Pole is a great place for speed skiing but I always make time to help old St. Nick with keeping track of the good boys and girls and checking the lists to make sure everyone gets what they want. I'm super fast at getting my holiday chores done so I can have a good time with the big girls and boys at Beverly Center. Vote for me and we can spread holiday cheer together!
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VOTE NOW!!!

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Want to know who won?  Click here!

Voicemail & Visuals

A recent voicemail from My Friend Susan:

"Poodle.  It's Susan.---Remember that time we went to Perkins and we ordered stuff and that became our nicknames... and you were 'Chipper' and I was 'Pigs in a Blanket'...or... something like that...Um, maybe just one pig... Yeah... Singular... 'PIG in a blanket'..."

Actually, she remembers the story incorrectly.

Yes, when I lived back in Illinois, Susan and I did go to lunch at Perkins once, and yes, we claimed nicknames from our orders, BUT it went something like this...

I had ordered the Chocolate Chipper Sundae, and she had ordered the Frisco Melt.  When our food was ready, the waitress asked, "Okay, now, who is Frisco and who is Chipper?"

"I'm Chipper," I replied with a smile, "and... she's Frisco..." which immediately gave me the idea that those nicknames would be GREAT for a detective/crime-fighting duo.

"From this day forward," I told Susan, "let's be known as 'Chipper & Frisco,'... and we'll have our own television show and we'll solve mysteries and fight crime together... But... I want to be Frisco, okay?"

"OH, no!," Susan responded.  "YOU are Chipper.  I am Frisco."

"But I wanna be Frisco..."

"Jason, look down in front of you... You're eating an ice cream sundae... the Chocolate Chipper Sundae... for lunch.---You're Chipper.  I'm Frisco.  It's a done deal."

I, then, ate my sundae, pouting at being denied the nickname I desired, and decided to drop the subject completely then and there.

THAT was the story.

So, Susan's recent voicemail continued:

"Um, Anyway, I have a new... I think... a GOOD nickname for us because... You see, I just drove past this gas station and..."

"I'll even let you choose.  You can either be 'Pump' or 'Munch.'---YOU decide and let me know."

The problem is... I can't decide.

"Pump"... or "Munch"...  I like both.

Yet, I still think I'd make a better "Frisco."
:-)

Prepped & Ready

*I've been meaning to post this story (and these pics) for a few weeks, but I haven't had the time... until now.  :-)

So, I've yet to meet the little boy next door.

I've respectively kept my distance, in an effort to appear "less creepy" and just continually remind myself that it'll happen when it happens.

But I know I'm ready.  Recently, I was tested.

On Monday, October 30th, I arrived home to the phone ringing off the hook.

"Hi, Jason.  It's Susan.  Colton and I are up in your neck of the woods, and I was wondering if it'd be alright for us to stop by and say hi."

It was my boyfriend's sister with her oldest son, Colton, age 7.  They live in Orange County but were up in West Hollywood to run some errands.

"It's just me here," I explained, "but I'd love to see you guys!  Come on over!  How long before you're here?"

"Oh, I don't know... We're just down on Melrose... 15 minutes?"

"I'll see you then," I answered, before hanging up the phone.

Then, I leapt into action.

First, I threw off my suit and put on some casual clothes, while also turning on both the TV and the DVD player.

Luckily, we have a Mickey Mouse DVD for just such an occasion, and thus, I started it, so it'd be playing on the television when they arrived.

Next, I hit the closet in the guest bedroom, to see what I could find, and discovered some "popcorn" gift bags I'd once purchased on sale.

We had some Reese's Peanut Butter Cups in the fridge, and so, I prepped each bag with a package of microwave popcorn and some candy.---Since my boyfriend and I wouldn't be seeing young Colton or his brother on Halloween, I wanted to make sure they received something from their "uncles."

Then, I raced back to the closet...

...and got out two small "Dino Warrior" sets that I'd also bought on sale and saved in the closet just in case.

By this time, they had arrived, and so, after some welcoming hugs, I led Colton into the kitchen.  "One bag and one toy are yours," I told him.  "The other bag and toy are for your brother."  (Logan, age 4)

He carefully made his decision, and then, we all went to the living room to talk.---I hadn't seen Susan in a while, and thus, we had a lot to catch up on.  However, it wasn't long into our conversation before Colton piped in, "Excuse me... Mom... Can I talk to Jason for a second?"

Colton had a lot to share, as well,... particularly about his recent birthday party...

Wait a minute!  A "birthday"?!?!---I had totally forgotten!!!---While my boyfriend was out of town for three weeks on business, Colton had turned seven years old, and... I had totally missed it!  *Ack!*

"Hold on a second, buddy," I told Colton.  "I'll be right back."  And then, I ran back to the guest room closet,...

...emerging with an even larger Dino Warrior in my hands.  "The little Dino Warrior is for Halloween, but... this big one is for your birthday, okay?  Sorry it's a little late."

Luckily, he didn't mind.  :-)

Next, Colton and I talked about Halloween, and he asked to go out to their car to retrieve one of his costumes.

You see, he was still deciding between "Army Soldier" and "Ninja," and... regardless of his choice (he explained to me), it's always good to have a back-up costume just in case one gets torn or stained. 

(He's a pretty smart kid,... not that I'm in anyway biased.  *heh*)

He asked if I had a costume.  "Ummmm,... sure I do,..." I answered and then, ran to retrieve the mask I'd worn to Guerrilla Gay Bar's costumed event a couple weeks earlier.---He was impressed.  "A lot of grown-ups don't dress up," he said.  "They think it's just for kids."

Soon, it was time for them to go,... but... geez, Colton had a lot of stuff to carry for a little kid.---However,... not to worry!

I had an official Cars bag with handles which was just big enough to hold everything.---"This was a GOOD movie," Colton said, upon seeing the bag.  "I knooow," I replied.  :-)

We gave each other our hugs goodbye, and I stood, once again, alone in our living room, waiting for my boyfriend.---The visit had been totally unexpected, but I'd like to think that I arose to the challenge.

That little boy next door... has no idea was he's missing. 

;-)

Tis the Season

Yes, I also complain about how stores shift into Christmas-mode earlier and earlier every year, seemingly skipping over Thanksgiving.---However, there's one early arrival that I won't complain about...

Starbuck's Cranberry Bliss Bar!

Yes, that's 16 grams of fat, 40 grams of carbs, and 310 calories of... PURE GOODNESS!

(At this rate, by New Years, I'll weigh 800 pounds.)

Carol Channing Responds

After reading Carol Channing's publicist's response to gay charges, I sighed with relief and thought this issue was done & over.

That was on Monday, November 13th.

To my dismay, on Wednesday, November 15th, I saw a news brief on LOGO (a channel targeted towards the LGBT community) which reported the incident as though the publicist's explanation never existed.

The reporter made statements such as "Channing said...," rather than "According to the article, Channing said..." or even "Channing alleged said...," continuing to perpetuate this misperception.

Today, Ms. Channing has released a direct response to the allegations and misquotations.

Please read it on Japhy's blog and direct others to it as well.

She's 85.  She's already wealthy and doesn't have to worry about losing a "fan base."  Heck, she doesn't have work another day in her life (if she wanted to).---The allegations are just hurtful... and directed at a wonderfully sweet old woman who has supported the LGBT community for years.

She deserves better.

Thanks,
your jason

Condom Craziness

Oh. My. Gawd.
These are the most amazing things I've ever seen!

Click here for a demo.

*Via Rotten Ryan

Reminding Fragrances

While getting ready in preparation to visit nephews, my boyfriend asked, "Why are you putting on cologne?"

"Smell is a very powerful sense," I replied.  "Surely you've heard people say things like 'That smell always reminds me of my grandma...' or 'Oh, that smell reminds me of home...'---When our nephews grow-up, I want them to say, 'One smell always makes me think of Uncle Jason.'"

"And what smell is that?"

"Dolce & Gabana."

;-)

Whatever It Takes

I know this clip is a little old, but I wanted to save it in my "room."

These days, I'll do whatever it takes to get me through the day,... and this helps.  :-)

Please Read

Although I expect Andy to post this very soon,... in the meantime, please visit Japhy's blog and read "Carol Channing's Publicist Responds to Anti-Gay Charges".

When I learned of the "comments" attributed to Channing earlier today, I was surprised... and then shocked at the immediate and viciously negative responses by members of the gay community.

So, please read Channing's true position on this issue, and if so inclined, post a link to it on your own blog.

The "gay blogsphere" has the power to disseminate information quickly,... possibly faster than anyone else, and after all that she has done for the gay community over the years, Carol Channing DESERVES our EVERY effort to support her during this difficult time with our help to clear her name.

If you've ever had your words twisted, your feelings misrepresented,... in a manner that made you appear intolerant, hypocritical, or uncaring for people you actually care deeply about,... then you understand the pain she's probably experiencing right now (that's possibly doubled by the hurt derived from the thoughtless and vicious responses made by members of our own community).

We have the power to stop it... and to correct it.

With all my personal thanks in advance,
your jason

12 of 12: November

10am - Waking up with coffee and cleaning products.

10:15am - Overwhelmed, staring at 1/3 of the dirty laundry.

10:45am - Putting away mementos & memories.

11:55am - Sending belated b-day wishes to "12 of 12" creator Chad Darnell.  (If you haven't wished him a happy one yet, please shoot him a comment/email ASAP.  He's an absolute sweetheart and doesn't seemingly realize how amazingly he is loved.) 

Noon - The folding continues.  (Always the worst part)

1:05pm - Ever the "loser," I didn't shower before noon. *sigh*

1:45pm - Downloading and organizing photos into albums.

4:25pm - Intent on leaving the house at least once before the day is over, I decide to take a walk down to the center of West Hollywood.  (I call this pic "Chasing the Sun".)

4:37pm - During my walk, I decide to call my Dad.  (This will make more sense later.)

6:35pm - After a couple of margaritas at Fiesta Cantina, I get a beer at the Motherlode and chill out on the "smoker's patio" overlooking Santa Monica Boulevard.

8:45pm - After returning home (admittedly a little buzzed), I decide to purchase some cake from the new coffee house on Fountain Avenue (near the laundrymat).

9:32pm - Apparently still in need of sustenance, I venture across the street AGAIN to buy a pint of Ben & Jerry's ice cream at the convenience store on the corner of Fountain and Hayworth.---After consuming the ENTIRE PINT, I set out my clothes for Monday morning and headed to bed.

*BONUS PIC*
I didn't take a bonus pic this month.  The official word for the bonus pic was "Thankful."

The call to my father gave me something to be thankful for (Having the best father in the history of the world), but I've been waiting for an email from him today (November 13th).

I just received it.

My Dad's email was short,... only containing one sentence:

"Results of biopsies show I do not have cancer."

And for THAT.... I am truly thankful.

Relieved beyond measure and inspired that things may be looking up,
your jason

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My previous "12 of 12's" can be viewed by clicking below:

January
February
March
April
May
June
July
August
September
October

Who Do You Talk To

Who do you talk to
when the cause of
your "heart hurting"
is your best friend
in the whole wide world?

When the only person you would tell
(the only person you could tell)
already knows
because
he's responsible for it...

When you can't focus,
you can't concentrate,
exhausted from a day of
faking smiles,
feigning enthusiasm,
and pretending that
you're really okay...

When you don't know what to do
nor why you haven't cried
over something that hurts
so profoundly...

When you don't want anyone's sympathy....
When you don't want anyone's advice...
When you don't even want someone to
"just listen"...

The only thing
worse
than being hurt
is
feeling lonely,
yet wanting
to be left
alone.

(I've disabled comments on this one and prefer no emails about it either.---If you see me, please don't bring it up.---It just sucks enough on it's own... and I'll deal, okay?.---Thanks, your jason)

Billy & Babylon

Okay, I've blogged before about my love for Billy Francesca, my personal idol and patron saint of Fubar.  Well, apparently, Billy is now also working for Celebrity Babylon, and his first attempt is below.

I couldn't love him more...
:-)

Sundaes, Sandwiches, & Sex

I've finally lost some weight.

Thank you.  Thank you.

I know.  I know.

It was hard,... and I worked hard to do it.

However, it was easier with my boyfriend out of town.---Now that he's back,... it's a little tougher.

This past Saturday, I woke up happy to see his angelic face beside me in the bed (I've SO missed him!),... and I was famished.  Even though he'd been back for a week, we hadn't spent that much time together,... and I've been almost too busy to eat at work.  So, I was looking forward to spending some quality "eating time" with my boyfriend over the weekend.

Thus, I jumped out of bed, showered and then, immediately, drug my boyfriend up to The Griddle for a HUGE breakfast.  Afterward, we came home, had sex, and then, promptly went back to sleep.

Around noon, we woke up and decided to see The Prestige over at The Arclight.  However, apparently, I had completely digested my breakfast, because I was starving again.  So, before the movie, we bought hotdogs and popcorn at the concession stand.  Afterward, we came home, had sex, and then, promptly went to sleep.  (Do you notice a theme?)

When we woke, it was evening, and... I wasn't going to eat AGAIN,... but I wanted ice cream.---No, I needed ice cream.---So, we walked down to The French Market and got hot fudge sundaes.

(After our sundaes, we peaked in at Dorothy's Surrender, and I found my (totally NSFW) new favorite calendar.  *Yummy!*)

When we got home,... no, we didn't have sex and sleep again... My boyfriend said he wanted something more substantial to eat and made some awesome soup and sandwiches.  We ate and settled in on our living room couches,... surprised to find that it was "Ricky Martin Weekend" on MTV Tr3s,... and although we had planned on staying in for the night, after watching Ricky's hips grinding to pumping music for a couple hours, my boyfriend said, "You want to go out?"

So, we headed down to Fubar, calling friends to meet us there along the way.  We stayed much longer than we intended, and afterward, I begged to get some chocolate cake from The French Market before we went home.

Once at home, my boyfriend went immediately to bed, while I enjoyed my cake,... but I wanted something more... maybe some Mexican food?  The cake just seemed too sweet.---So, I (drunk) walked back down the street to Los Tacos.---Unfortunately, by this time, it was about 2:10am, and every drunk homo within a ten mile radius was already in line.  I stood there for about 15 minutes before getting frustrated and walking into the 7-Eleven next door to purchase an egg-salad sandwich from their deli case.

However, when I got home, I realized that I didn't want the egg-salad sandwich and then, proceeded to make a ham & cheese sandwich with items from our refrigerator.  After consuming my concoction, I then promptly passed out next to my snoring, beautiful boyfriend.

The next morning, I (surprise, surprise) felt like trash, and while my boyfriend spent the morning visiting a friend in Simi Valley, I drank gallons of water, ate cereal bars (and the 7-Eleven egg-salad sandwich), and went to church.  Afterward, I came home to a house that totally needed cleaning after the previous day's debauchery.  When my boyfriend finally returned from Simi Valley around 3:30pm, I said that was in the mood for a margarita, and so, we called friends and all met up at Fiesta Cantina.

After waaay more margaritas than I should have had, my boyfriend said he wanted to take me and our friend Dan up to Toi for a late dinner.---I inhaled (and there's no other way to describe it) an order of "Thai toast" and an order of "Thai spagetti".  Afterward, we took our friend home and crashed in our bed at 8:30pm for the night.  (Well,... after having sex.  *heheh*)

This morning, I awoke pretty refreshed, considering I had a solid eight hours of sleep,...

But I knew I couldn't avoid the inevitable,...

And yes,... as expected, the bathroom scale reported a five pound gain since last Friday.

"Honey," I called out from the bathroom, still standing on the scale,...

"When's the next time you're going out of town?"

:-)

My Friends Are Brilliant

This is a picture of my friends Dudley and Mark at the West Hollywood Halloween Carnival this year.

Can you guess their theme?  Here's a hint: Mikey (not pictured) was dressed as the third waitress, and Gary (also not pictured) was the t-shirt-wearing cook.---I love them SO much!

Here's a pic of the boys actually being boys:

*In the pic, Mikey has one of those paper horn party favors that unroll when blown into.  It's not a blue pipe.  :-)

P.S. To see their 2004 costumes, click here.  Unfortunately, I don't have a pic of their 2005 costumes, when they went as the girls from The Facts of Life.
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Update: I've discovered another picture of all four guys that might make it easier to guess their theme.

NOW, can you guess?  (Answer after the jump)

TV & Me

People measure time in many different ways.

Personally, I mark most events in my life based on television shows.

When I lived in Seattle and got dumped by an abusive, drug-addicted boyfriend (and had to adjust to single life again), a new show premiered on FOX about a woman who also struggled with being single entitled Ally McBeal, and when I moved to Illinois (afraid that I wouldn't make it in the "wild" of the Midwest), another show premiered, called Survivor, which would change the face of television programming for years to come.

Perhaps, that's why I felt so uneasy last spring when three of my favorites series ended.  Charmed, That 70's Show, and Will & Grace all started their runs in the fall of 1998,... and this past May, all three of these series came to an end after eight consecutive years.

I mean, think about it... Prior to the fall of 1998, we never had a show with a gay male lead character (Heck, we didn't even have Queer Eye for the Straight Guy till five years later!),... no one had ever really heard of a guy named Ashton Kutcher,... and the longest running show with exclusive female leads was a Happy Days spin-off simply entitled Laverne & Shirley.

However, after the fall of 1998, all of that changed... the twenty-somethings on That 70's Show became wealthy restaurant owners and stars of major feature films,... Charmed earned the title of the longest running series with female leads on television,... and Will & Grace won 16 Emmy awards, as well as many others awards and nominations every single year.

But they're all gone now.

Oh, I've found some new shows to watch this fall.  I'm crazy about Heroes, and I think Ugly Betty is awesome,... but I can't say for certain that I see either show still running in even five or six years.

You see, the fall of 1998 was kinda special. 

It's when I met my boyfriend,... yesterday to be exact (Yes, on Halloween)... eight years ago yesterday.

We've gone through a lot in that time,... different jobs and moves,... a long distance relationship,... living apart then living together,... major fights,... and romantic adventures,... and I like to think that we've got at least ONE more "season" left in our real-life television-series.

I love him more than I've ever loved another human being and can't imagine a day without him.

So, I'll watch some new shows this fall,... grateful to be in a relationship with the most kind, caring, intelligent, talented, beautiful man on the planet,... and thankful to have made it through another year... that our relationship... hasn't yet been canceled.

I love you, Frey.
-your jason