Maybe Enrique will come and see my show...you think? If you read this, Enrique...come...I will comp you.

Oh...I forgot...did we all catch American Idol? I did not, but I am glad that Kelly girl won. She definitely seems like what this country needs, don't you agree? P.S. Everything went from wrong to right...it was love at first sight.
That is all I gots to say.
Enrique...where are you?

It was getting hot in here and I was about to take off all my clothes, but the desire left me when the song ended. Now, the Virgin Radio station I have been listening to has moved onto a Delirium song, who I do like, though one of their songs does resemble a really bad Madonna song. Why would you record anything that even remotely resembled a cut from 'Erotica'? Just a question...these are the things I think about. Anyway, not too far from where my temporary desk sits, there is a huge media concert about to go off, with Bon Jovi headlining. Maybe if I was gonna be able to watch from my window at the MTV studios...sitting next to Carson and his girl...well whoever his girl is now...does it matter? Do you see how my own delirium is sweeping me? Is it the music? My boss just gave me a look like, "I didn't give you anything to type...so why are you furiously tapping away over there?" She's nice...if only my boss for a brief two weeks. Is this whole temp situation mirroring my issues with personal relationships and commitment. That would suck. I think I want a pemanent job and some permanent lovin. I am just throwing that out to the universe and may something come back. I made some wishes and I want to see what will come true. Okay...I guess I should mosey now. Working in an office, I now understand the urge to drink immediately after work...the happy hour. It's all good. And here I thought I would get through without mentioning chocolate. Here I go now. I should just bring a bunch to my desk.
Love you all...whoever you are...even the bitter ones

sorry...one to two more things...
First off, I realized from perusing other BLOGS that perhaps I need a theme, but then I realized that my theme is me and my reluctant admittance of my insanity and stupidity. But I will also try and menton movies or silly things I see or stufff. How's that? Secondly...saw this ad on craig's list.

Reply to: anon-5531994@craigslist.org
Date: Wed Sep 4 14:27:00 2002


Hi I am a 22y m very good looking, Hornier then anyone else you have ever met I want to loose my virginity tonight!!!!! I am sick of waiting. Clean only please and very discreat. I


That is the ad. Enough said. Enjoy your American Idol parties...

Okay, so I had written an incredibly funny post for today, and it got erased, so here is the deal. First off, I just realized they post my name, so yes it is Angel, and there is no hiding who I am anymore. I am 25 and I want to get things done right from now on. Is this thing gonna come back and haunt me when I am famous? I guess I will find out. Found out my chance to be on Oprah may come at some point in the future...one step closer to actualizing that dream. Figured I could share that with all of my two web fans...me and I. My Self has stepped off into metaphysical oblivion. I want some candy, but I know it is not healthy for my teeth or body...and did I not speak of this yesterday? My blogging time and candy craving time must be in sync...my appetite being Justin and my creative writing time J.C. Anyway, there is some huge concert that Bon Jovi is headlining in Times Square tomorrow...that and American Idol comes to an end. The next twenty four hours are full of prime excitement. Now if only Bush would decide to attack a small country within that time frame too, well, we would have all of our bases loaded and a home run on it's way. I love you, America, land of the free Bon Jovi concert!!! Home of the brave aspiring pop stars!!! God speed. And I love all of you little people too, following me on my yellow brick road to the Emerald City of fame. xoxoxo Where's Chad today?

Well, here it is. The beginning of it all. The first day of the rest of my life. I am now...blogging. Are you happy, Marty? I must start by admitting that I am an Aries actually...not a Taurus. My rising sign is Taurus. For those of you who are astrologically inclined, you will know that this means I am very sporadic in nature, but come across like I know what I am doing. Anyway, today I am playing one of the usual New York City artist games...we call this one temping. It is a fun, exciting world of multi-tasking delight, filled with instant messaging, bad coffee, and awkward smiles to people who expect to see a completely different person sitting where you now are. "Hello. Nice not knowing you." However, they have free candy here at the reception counter, which I am sure my teeth should stay away from...but I may not be able to help it. I think I have a date later too. Candy will bloat me, won't it? I propose this question as if anyone who may choose to read this cares to understand. "Hmmm...I'm not sure...it may just bloat you. Poor fellow. And right before his date." Okay, well, I have some trade magazines to read now and some more web sites to crash before my sojourn into this world comes to an end for the work day. But I will end with my mission statement. With this weblogue, I thee wed. Stardom will not elude me forever, and someday, you will all know my name. But for now, let us just pretend it's...Bill. No...Todd. I like Todd. For now. Have a good day.