Stardom.

My little city is being visited by it. Oh yes. Angelina Jolie is in town shooting her newest movie, "Salt". It's not a huge thing: they're just closing down a major interstate for a few days to film a car chase. The chase apparently takes place on I-787 and going in and out of Empire State Plaza. I doubt I'll see this movie, due to the presence of its star, but it'd be cool to see ESP on the screen, assuming that it makes the cut as a background. I checked it out on IMDb and it's some spy movie or something, because ever since "Mr. and Mrs. Smith", Angelina is apparently some crazy bad-ass. (Not true, says I. "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" was good. But watch Uma Thurman in "Kill Bill" and tell me Angelina doesn't look like a parakeet.)

So now there are people using this as yet another platform to bitch about Albany. It's funny because as much as they whine, they made the choice to come here. Often there from hundreds of miles away, and simply going to college here. So really, there's nothing stopping them from going someplace else instead. Yet they drone on and on about how small it is without ever stopping to realize that they could probably have thought of this before they applied to school here, paid their application fee, got their letter of recommendation, wrote an essay, got accepted, signed and returned a form stating their intent to enroll, probably took a tour, registered, filled out a FAFSA in some cases, had their parents fill out a FAFSA in many cases, attended orientation, packed and moved here. 

I'm trying to embed a video: (If it doesn't work, you won't even know. If it does, now you know just how privileged you are.)

I just got a caramel macchiato, which was the most awkward caramel macchiato I've ever bought because they made me a vanilla latte at first, then asked if there was anyone I could give it to because they'd let me keep the wrong one as well, then told me that it was the same thing without the caramel, only that the shots of espresso were on top, which makes no difference because I compulsively stir my caramel macchiatos every time anyway, which really made no difference because they were already steaming the new milk. But either way, I was on a drive to hunt down her highness Jolie, so I stopped at Starbucks downtown. (I like tall[ish] buildings.) Then I forgot about my Lorna Doone 100-Cal pack that I was going to eat with my caramel macchiato. I saved it JUST in time.

So now that I can't get much gayer, I bid you adieu. Oh fuck, gayer already!

Advice for gays: Many of you will be much happier if you broaden your horizons, even on the internet. If you expand from only looking for sex to looking for things such as friendship, dates, meaningful relationships and even just interesting conversation, you'll find yourself much more satisfied at the end of the day. For example, you won't get all pissy when you talk to someone who isn't a big of a slut as you, as though suddenly trying to defend your integrity as if we perceive you to actually have some. And, even better, your crotch will probably itch much less.