This is big moment in Lamboy.net history. This is entry 100! Oh yeah baby, I have been writing to my probably almost non-existant audience for enough time to reach 100 blogs. Man am I a bit of a dork, but that's what you get. I started out with my, to some people, famous emails and have transitioned into a full-on website. If you have followed my stupidity this far, congratulations, I am like a fine vintage wine...I get better with as time goes on. This is a journey not to be missed. My ultimate hope with this is that as my acting and dancing career progresses, so will my website. It will have my blogs of course, but also pictures and video clips from shows and projects I've done. That, and when fame comes knocking on my door, this website will explode with awesomeness.
I feel the need to write something of importance tonight, but nothing is really coming to mind . I understand I still need to write about the Touchet Baptists, but that will still have to wait as I cannot get my thoughts completely together on that subject. I did do some thinking about it today, and all that came to mind was dumb college stories, which I may write about another time, but they may seem more to be the funnier if you were there kind of stories.
Maybe I better stop this blathering on and just put this entry out of misery. I mean, it's seems almost pathetic that I just write about nothing, when we all know (or at least I want people to know) that my life rocks and I'm not boring. Oh, for lack of any other things, there is this homeless man that walks around 22nd street who is absolutely repulsive. You may ask me what makes him more repulsive than some of the other homeless guys? I will answer you and also add that I do not think any less of these people and do feel sorry for them, but also slightly feel they have chosen this path as they do seem to really try to get out of this situation. This is a touchy subject to some, and I do not want to get into it too deeply. Let me just say that this particular gentleman wears no shirt with a gigantic belly, ripped pants that are low enough where you almost see his junk (think abercrombie model of the homeless without the looks), dirt and black grime all over, and smells...well, if you've ever been with some of them on the subway you'd know. Pretty picture, right? He seems to be a relatively new transplant to the Chelsea homeless scene, and not too pretty.
Well, thus ends the 100th blogging birthday of Lampboy.net. I hope I provide some amusement to those who read, and to those who don't...well let's just say you won't know what you're missing because you haven't read what I just wrote, so go on living you life unfulfilled not having my thoughts to help you get through your mundane day.
