I love summer in NYC. Puerto Rican Day Parade, street festivals, block parties, nutcrackers and free concerts in Central Park, going to Howard Beach, driving with the sunroof open and blasting Jay-Z or reggaeton, all the good stuff. While many of my female friends were excited about summer flings, I on the other hand did not like the idea of men coming and going on purpose. I preferred to stick to my normal routine of Girls Night Out and hanging out with family on the weekend so I wouldn’t be reminded of my 7 week drought. I actually ended up reconnecting with both Malik and RJ before the 4th of July. Malik came over a couple times and RJ called every week. I drove down to VA for a family reunion, and I met up with RJ on my way back to NY for lunch. That spark between RJ and I was turning into a flame when we laid eyes on each other. He was my heart, and he knew it. We reminisced about our early days of dating and eventually parted ways so I could get home at a decent hour. It was a sad ride home as I was unsure as to when I would be able to see him again

Once I got to the NJ Turnpike, my phone rang and knocked me out of my trance. WTF does Miguel want? I answered dryly, and his strange ass was upbeat as hell. The conversation went fine, considering I hadn’t spoken to him in two months. I told him I was headed back to the city after a week in the south, and he said he was headed to work the night shift. We spoke briefly about how we celebrated Independence Day and enjoyed a couple laughs about our intertwining families. He hung up to “allow me to concentrate on driving,” and asked me to call him when I got home. No stanks. He missed me. It was all up and through his voice. That’s fine, maybe he needs to miss me. And I could admit I missed his company. I sent him a text when I got home just to pacify him a little.
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Miguel continued to text, I guess he felt the need to explain himself. He said he was having difficulty accepting our friendship, in that we became closer than what he’d expected. He pushed away because he didn’t know what else to do. Miguel said that he realized how immature he is in regards to how he handled "our" situation. My response was “k,” and I know that aggravated him but who cares how he feels. He said that he wanted to be single and date other women without feeling guilty. Somehow dating ME made him feel guilty about wanting to be a male whore, I guess. I assumed that because he'd been tied down to one person most of his life, that he was making up for lost time by seeing all these other chicks. That's how I looked at it, and I didn't question it. Miguel claimed that he didn’t want me involved in his madness, which is him being able to date and fuck whoever. Fuck outta here. No one asked Miguel for anything. Clearly he caught feelings and wasn’t prepared for it. He's been listening to too much fucking Maxwell.

As soon as I got out of the shower, my phone rang. Miguel was on the other line because he "got carpal tunnel from all the texting." He basically reiterated his text messages, and I sat in silence the entire time. When it was my turn to speak, I reminded him that I never expected anything more than friendship. I let him know that he was, in fact, very immature and he had a lot of growing up to do. I kinda spazzed on him, mainly because I had never really told him how angry he'd made me in the past. I didn't get emotional because the hurt had come and gone, but just the thought of him not speaking to me for months was beginning to infuriate me. I reminded him that as both friends and adults, we should be able to tell each other how we are feeling without disappearing for months. He says he understood my point and felt bad, so I said my peace and let that be it. One thing Miguel has yet to understand is that he has no understanding or control over his own emotions. I reminded him of this, and then he decided that hearing how I felt made him more aware of how he treats people. On cue, RJ beeped in. And now, Veronica has moved on……

Artist: Davide Sonar
Title: Sarabande
Label: Scantraxx Italy
Genre: Hardstyle
Store Date: 11.02.2008
Source: Vinyl
# Tracks: 2
# Vinyls: 1
Lenght: 12:27
Quality: 320 kbps
Channels: Joint Stereo / 44 khz
Nonstop mix: no
*.cue: no
Archive size: 30,5 MB
Recovery record: no

Tracklist:
A1. Sarabande [5:55]
B1. Here We Go Again [6:32]

Spring is here, and spring in New York City is amazing. I spent more time hanging out in the city, hanging out with Malik, and taking vocal classes. This particular weekend was my uncle’s birthday and we were having a dinner party for him at the house. After moving out, I realized that my aunt really needed me around so I did my best to stop by the house as often as I could. That week she asked me to come over early on Saturday to help cook. As usual I obliged, but then I realized this would be the first time I would see Miguel in three months. It wasn’t a huge deal, but 3 months is a long time. I packed a bag and drove down to Queens early Saturday. After 5 hours of cooking Caribbean food, I went upstairs to take my shower and get dressed for the occasion. By the time I was finished, it was a packed house.

I hugged everyone, including Miguel, and went straight to the kitchen to start serving the food. While everyone ate, I sat on the couch out of sheer exhaustion. Miguel and his mom sat next to me, complimenting me on my fine cooking. After Miguel was done he got up and said, “Babe can I get you anything? You haven’t eaten yet.” I closed my eyes and told him I wasn’t hungry. I thought to myself, did he just say “BABE?” Oh boy, here we go.

I finally forced myself to eat a small plate of arroz con gandules and bistec, but I was very tired. I later saw Miguel sitting in the den by himself as I went upstairs to find my phone charger. As I came back down, he stopped me and said “Hey I got my new car finally!” I smiled and said “That’s wonderful, what did you get?” Miguel got up and grabbed my hand and led me outside. Before I could even close the door behind me, it began raining bullets out of nowhere. We ran to his car and hurried inside. He purchased a 3 year old Lexus, and he was proud of it, finally getting rid of that 2000 Jeep!! #upgrade

All of a sudden, he starts the car and pulls off. I yelled “What the hell are you doing?” He smiled and said “Let’s go to the bar around the corner and get a drink.” I had no phone, no ID, no purse, no coat, no umbrella and he decides to kidnap me. After driving down Queens Blvd he pulled over on Jamaica Ave and said “V, you went to college so I know you can help me figure out this dayum GPS.” Me being the technology geek that I am, I showed him how to operate and program it within 5 minutes. Miguel stared at me and said, “See this is why I keep you around, you always take care of shyt.”

Keep me around? Really? Once again, I ignored his comments. He pulled over at the liquor store and asked me what I wanted. I couldn’t think of anything so I said that it was his executive decision. He walked around to my side of the car and said “Baby I’m asking you what you want.” I rolled my eyes and said “Miguel, who cares? We’ve been MIA for 30 minutes, let’s just get back to the house.”

He comes back out with a bottle of 99 Bananas. We look at each other and laugh hysterically at his choice. I said “Out of all the things you could find, you get a bum’s liquor? Are we bums now?” We laughed and joked all the way back to the house. But that was the thing with Miguel, we might have had gaps in our friendship but it always seemed like we’d never fallen off once we DID return to each other. We just had that undeniable strong connection, and I hated that I had to pretend like he didn’t exist when we were away from each other.

When we got back to the house it was raining, but not as hard. His cousins were leaving, so they were the first ones to see us return. They kissed us goodbye and got in their car. No one asked us where we’d run off to, which was kinda weird. We made our little drinks, and his mom even joined us for a quick wino cocktail. Everyone soon began to leave, but he stayed around to talk to me. He enrolled in classes and would begin in the fall, so he was hoping I’d be kind enough to tutor him. Initially I hesitated, but if he ignores me for 3 months again knowing he needs a tutor, then that’s not really my problem. I gave him a side eye and agreed to help him whenever I could. He kissed me on the cheek and whispered that he’d call me. After he left his mom looked at me and said “Well what the hell was that? I see you’re startin to come around, little girl. Get you a man!” I refused to even look in her direction, so I just went to the kitchen to wrap up the leftovers and find a moment alone.

That night I was so happy to get home and relax in my own space. The next day I did a few loads of laundry and gave myself a pedicure, loving my me time.He ended up calling me that night, asking what I was doing. He told me I should pack an overnight bag and head over to his place. So what do you think I did?

I know, I know – I totally failed the last time I made any sort of OMG I AM GOING TO GO TO THE GYM AND STUFF.  But seriously, this time I’m really going to do it.  Because it was made VERY apparent to me over the past week or so by persons both actual and mystical (or whatever) that I need to be less of a lazy ass chunker.

So! I’m going to the gym again (damnit) and watching a little better what I eat. We’ll see how this goes.

Breakfast today was a pint of 2% milk.  To get me through the day I have one of those Sobe lifewaters with the zero calories.. and I will NOT have a soda. WILL NOT.  Also I got these Zantrex-3 thingies .. but I haven’t had any yet – gonna do some google-research first and see.  Tonight I’m going to find my workout pants and go to the gym. I WILL DO THIS.  And then at the end of it all I will say SCREW YOU WII FIT (and GAP jeans) FOR MAKING ME FEEL BAD ABOUT MYSELF.

But of course I won’t do that until I actually lose a little weight. Or something. We’ll see.

BUT DAMNIT. I’m going to try. Again.

I just found it off youtube, thought i’d share it with ya’ll:

II. Confidence Happens When Preparation Meets Opportunity

I do not know why I was named after my father. He has such a boring name. I always wanted a name that carried with it some strength, some finesse. It would have been really sweet to have been named Preston, or Connor, or Tyler, or Ian. Anything but my name. It’s so boring, and half of America has it.

I am likewise… pretty boring. My family lives in a middle class suburb of a small city. We have a house on a hill in a brand new neighborhood. The Jesus Christ Church of Latter Day Saints beckons from the backyard. Bible salesmen ring our doorbell on a weekly basis. No, I have not been saved. Thank you very much. I am minature in stature, average height for a woman. My muscles leave something – oh hell, lots – to be desired. I’m 140 pounds of pure nerd. My grades in school are fantastic. When I speak, I am methodical yet careless. I slowly echo idiosyncratic phrases I’ve learned from movies or commercials or words of wisdom. I speak in cliche. When I walk, it looks like an octopus falling out of a tree. I dress like a total slob in the cheapest clothes available. I sit with the dorks at the high school lunch table. To be honest, I am the head dork at the high school lunch table. My mind wanders and does not find it’s way back onto the beaten path with any sense of urgency. I am a Mama’s boy. I avoid eye contact. I avoid emotion because I cannot control them. Most people I know give me dirty looks. Even when I can’t see them, I know they are there. I’m nothing special to the outside world, and that really upsets me. This is why I’ve found salvation in music.

Lunchen var ingen hitt (som väntat), och eftermiddagen lär inte bli mycket bättre.

• Om en timma har jag prov i Engelsk Litteratur. Kul. NOT.
• Vid halv tre slutar jag och åker hem för att ta det lugnt. Kanske ska jag skriva lite på boken?
• Lite innan åtta beger jag mig Tinas Ö för att träna lite medelgympa med en hög andra vintertrötta. Men det är kul!

Demi Lovato

Paramore

Jag upptäckte precis hur otroligt mycket Demi Lovato har härmat Paramore i sitt sound. Lite surt att jag kom på det, nu har jag inte samma respekt för Demi som låtskrivare/musiker längre. Men men, det är bra musik. Eller är det verkligen “bara” musik?

It’s just that I can relate to this song, but i find myself singing it. hahahaha.

Âpres le premier clip “Here We Go Again” de son nouvel album du même nom, sortie en juillet dernier. Demi Lovato revient avec un second clip tiré de son album “here we go again” et qui s’intitule “Remember December .

Voici le clip “Remember December”:

Everything was beginning to fall into place. I moved into my village apartment within 3 days of signing my lease. Miguel volunteered to come over to help put my furniture together and put up my curtains. On our first date, he mentioned his education and career aspirations. He hadn’t really brought them up since, but I’d always told him that I’d be supportive as a friend in regards to getting started again. He actually had begun his two-year degree when he was with his ex, but he was so caught up in HER that he’d quit school. His self-esteem was shot, he told me about how he didn’t think he “had what it takes” to finish. It’s really hard to watch people you care about say things of that nature, especially when you see their inner star shining so bright. He’s one of the people who could become very successful, but their constant self-pity holds them back. Miguel told me that he wanted to start school again in the fall but was very nervous. I gave him a hug and reassured him that he’d be fine because his family, friends, and myself were all behind him 100%. He beamed from ear to ear. As usual, I cooked dinner for him so we sat on my living room floor and ate steak and potatoes. He was on his way to his dad’s house so he mentioned that the dinner for Sunday was still on. He gave me the time and place, and told me to dress fly as I always do. With tomorrow being Friday, he said he’d call when he got off work with final details.

Friday after work, I went over to Soho to find an outfit for the dinner. I calmed myself down and began to play down the seriousness of the occasion. Although I’d had other boyfriends and met their parents, this was different. His parents knew about how he was dating numerous women, but for whatever reason he chose VERONICA as his date. Plus, with the other guys it was pretty clear that I was the girlfriend..in the case i could be perceived as either the main chick OR the girlfriend. And also it would be known to both of our families that we were secretly dating. Wouldn’t that mean there was something special about me? I’m sure his mother would be ecstatic, especially since she knows how domestic I am. I ended up buying some suede pumps and a cowl neck sweater to wear with my grey slacks at home. He still hadn’t called but I knew that he occasionally worked late on Fridays.

Saturday came and still no call. I tried not to stress, but I felt like something was weird. I spent the entire day in Ikea to keep my mind off of it. 7pm came and went. I barely ate dinner because my stomach was in knots. I managed to go to sleep, but Sunday came and went just as quickly as Saturday. I forced myself to forget about it, but it was understandably difficult. Throughout the week I still hadn’t heard from him. I thought about how I could have just shown up to the restaurant since I had all the pertinent info. I tried to run through all possible scenarios. Something could have happened like a fight between his parents…maybe the reservations just didn’t work out, who knows. But it was still not like him to not call. He was the type to call he was stuck at a red light to tell me he wasn’t trying to be late on purpose.

I found myself angry and hurt. I didn’t know whether or not to confront him because I was so emotional. Finally on Thursday I sent him a basic “Hey” text message as I was in the salon getting my hair done. He was very casual – “Hey V, what you up to?” My stomach dropped to the floor. I thought his initial reaction would’ve been “I’m sorry about the dinner.” I was pissed and there was no way anyone could calm me down at that point. I replied “what happened with Sunday? I waited for your call.” His response was “Something came up, plus I didn’t think it was that big of a deal to tell you. But if you feel like I hurt you, then I guess I’m sorry.”

I guess?!?! Motherfucker!

When did he become so inconsiderate and insensitive? What is his fucking problem? When did he decide to become such an asshole towards me? why would he go through the courtesy of telling me where and when the dinner was if he was going to play me to the left like this? I sat and racked my brain as to what valid excuses he could have for not calling me, other than the fact that maybe he decided to take a different date instead. I just can’t imagine what I could’ve done. I wanted answers, but then again I didn’t. It may seem strange but I took our friendship quite seriously. We were friends before the sex so I had an attachment wayyy before our relationship changed. I think I would have felt better if he’d just sent a text saying “fuck you and your feelings.” I tried to replay our last encounters to figure out if maybe I’d said something to piss him off but all I remember is our laughter. Last time I saw him he was hanging up my curtains and kissing my face. I didn’t do anything wrong, so why am I blaming myself for this? I felt my anger grow more and more by the minute…feels like I’m retreating back to my young, beautiful, bitter self.

I Love Demi Lovato, and her album. All of the songs on Here We Go Again are completely relatable. Right now I am going through my, Boys Suck phase. Which will go away once a certain someone will stop being an ass hole.

Back to my Paper #1 essay. I’ve had about almost two weeks to type this, and instead I decided to wait until the day it was due to start it. I’m not surprised with myself, I expected it. Now I’ll just have to accept my fate, which I’m hopign will be a A or vry high B. I’m actually working this out.

Spread the Musiq Albumrezension ©

12 Songs geballter Soul-Pop – das erwartet einen auf dem am 30. Oktober erscheinenden Album von der Newcomerin Pixie Lott! Sie verbuchte breits große Erfolge in Deutschland, der Schweiz und dem Vereinigten Königreich. Mit ihrer Debütsingle Mama Do (Uh Oh, Uh Oh) erreichte die angehende Souldiva Platz 1 der britischen Singlecharts, in Deutschland stürmte der Song auf 37. Nun legt Lott mit ihrem Debütalbum in Deutschland nach.

Kaum ist die Platte im CD Spieler, geht die gute Laune los – das Kunstwerk startet mit Mama Do, gefolgt von dem emotionalen Kracher Cry Me Out, da kann man nur sagen – der Song geht ab! Da dreht man auf, da kann man nicht ruhig auf dem Stuhl hocken, der Mitsing Factor steigt schon zu Anfang auf 100%.

Bandaid, der dritte Track ist ein chilliger “Wibbsong”, kein Platz für dreckige Eckenstimmung. Turn It Up, Track 4 kann man gut für am Abend mit Freunden spielen, da kommt man in Dance-Stimmung, ein guter Anfang für einen langen Abend, flache Stimmung bleibt draußen. Boys and Girls, die zweite Single von Lott in UK ist etwas gedrückt produziert, die Stimme lässt sich nicht ganz entfalten, ein etwas anderer Stil als bei den restlichen Albentracks. Dennoch passend für den Discobesuch, damit lassen sich gute Remixe machen.

Bei Gravity, dem nächsten Track denkt man Anfangs, wow, was für ein Wandel, ganz anders, doch wenn der Song dann weiter anleuft, erklingt eine wunderschöne emotionale Stimmung. Ballade kann man nicht sagen, doch es geht in diese Richtung, auch die kann Frau Lott wirklich gut beherrschen. Das Niveau bleibt erhalten, auch bei My Love und Jack geht es weiter ab. Jack ist Soul durch und durch, eine Richtung, die bei uns noch besser ankommt, als die poppigeren Songs des Albums. Davon hätten wir gerne mehr.

Bei Track 9, Nothing Compares handelt es sich um die einzig wirkliche Ballade des Debütalbums, in den Song muss man sich reinfühlen, den Text verstehen, die Melodien spühren und den Ruhepunkt in sich finden, dann bewegt dieser Track etwas in einem, etwas wunderbares, muss man öfter hören! Damit man aber nicht zu emotionalisiert wird, liefert der nächste Track eine ausgezeichnete Grundlage. Here We Go Again, perfekt um aus einem Loch rauszukommen, da bekommt man ein lächeln ins Gesicht, da möchte man sich bewegen, zum Rhythmus tanzen.

So langsam nähern wir uns dem Ende zu, mit The Way The World Works möchte man aber noch nicht dran denken, ein netter Song, der zum Mitklatschen animiert, wer möchte da nicht vor der Bühne stehen und der Dame seinen Jubel rüberbringen, wenn man so etwas geliefert bekommt. Doch irgendwann ist auch mal Schluss, Lott liefert einen guten Schluss mit dem letzten Track Hold Me In Your Arms. Der geht in Richtung Ballade, mit poppigen Ansätzen und guten musikalischen Einsetzen.

Unsere Anspieltipps: Cry My Out, Jack, Nothing Compares & Here We Go Again
Unsere Bewertung: 3,5/5

Übrigens: Die zweite Single von Pixie Lott, Boys and Girls erscheint bei uns am 30. Oktober, einen Tag später tritt sie ab 20:15 Uhr auf Prosieben bei Schlag den Raab auf.

Foto 1: Carsten Windhorst / Universal Music
Foto 2: Andrea Raffin / D&G Showroom Milan / Universal Music

I have had a flash fic published in Weaponizer. It’s called “Here We Go Again” and I intend for it to be the first submission of many. My all-time favorite story being “Preacher”, of course my first story for Weaponizer had to be about poking fun at Christian beliefs.

Due to lack of time, I am not into the habit of reading online fiction myself (ironic, yes, I know), but the website is so well-designed, so comfortable and the fiction seems so genuinely good I’ll find myself some free time for it.

Thanks to Bram E. Gieben (aka Texture) for publishing the story.

Hope you like it.

Dayum its already Wednesday. I’m off work for the Jewish holiday so I’ve been out getting my hair and nails done. It feels good to get out the house and pamper ME. Miguel called last nite to confirm that I’d be at his apt in Astoria on Friday. Without thinking I asked if I should bring wine. I was supposed to make up an excuse for not being able to come but..oh well.

I hung up when my ex beeped in- well, the ex that really ISN’T an ex. The guy I dated all throughout college-my frat brother who I can’t stay away from. My ex RJ who played a Mint Condition song for me on his sax at his probate, as he screamed “I love you, Veronica!”…..my ex who I just can’t get enough of. RJ and I share a deep love for music, as we’d often sing to each other and write songs together. If ever I thought I’d find someone I would never get tired of, it was him. We should’ve been married by now, but love don’t love me. I was the baddest Gamma on the yard, and he was the flyest Eta man. We were supposed to be the Huxtables in 10yrs, and then he broke up wit me for the same reason my first broke up with me-distance. He couldn’t come to NY with me, so he didn’t wanna make me believe we could work with 400 miles between us. I forgave him and the feelings remained in hopes that love would lead us back. We always keep in touch, not sure why, but some things are better left unexplained….

Friday came. I got to his place at 6. I was impressed with Miguel’s place. Neat, warm, and cool. Dinner was ready when I got there- grilled salmon, pasta salad, and mixed vegetables. I brought wine and chocolate mousse. We clowned all nite, I hadn’t had that much fun in a while. It was cool to hang out wit a guy and not care about anything. I was glad that I’d found a homie. I knew he was single but who cared as to why he hadn’t been snatched up. As we watched Goodfellas on the couch, somehow we ended up talking about relationships and he said that he had no interest in a girlfriend. Fine with me, I was too busy trying to figure out what was wrong with him and wondering what RJ was doing at the same time. I didn’t respond, I just nodded my head without even looking at him. I didn’t come over for that. I came to enjoy some company. It was still nice..the attention that I’d been without for so long, the thoughtfulness that he expressed when he pulled my chair out and poured my wine. It wasn’t forced, as if he was trying too hard. Even though his mother is crazy, you could tell that he had been taught to treat women with a certain level of respect. Duly noted. After the movie was over I grabbed the plates from the table and headed to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Miguel grabbed them from my hands and said “Nah, I got this. You just relax.” Oh really? That’s never been done before ever! And why is he looking at me like he was full, but not satisfied? Nevermind maybe I’m reading too much into it. Let me take my ass back to Kew.

He walked me to my car in the parking garage and I looked back at him like he was crazy. I bid him goodnight and he said he’d call me later. Eh.

*note to self* he aint shyt lyke the rest of them. Good, I feel better.

RedOne … PIXIE!
Alright, one more time and I’m off to bed

No, not really actually. Don’t worry, I’m not crazy
I’m just listening to Pixie Lott and I admit, I thought she would be just another pop singer, but she’s really good. So check her out!
You can listen to her whole album on Youtube, and if you like it, please buy her album, just to support her. I also bought my Paramore and Kelly Clarkson albums (and others), ’cause without us, they won’t earn a thing (apart from concerts) if we don’t support them and buy their albums.
Back to Pixie, I really like Turn It Up and Here We Go Again, and a few others but I forgot their names (it’s my background music, I’m not really paying attention to the titles).
She’s a bit like Natasha Bedingfield, I guess. I don’t think they used auto-tune, or maybe a bit, but I think she would do amazing live. Hm, gonna search some vids of her live.

Hey, this gives me an idea. What about featured artist of the week? Month? Year?! Or just featured artist, that would be nice..
Alright, Pixie Lott is our first featured artist, congrats Pixie!

Pixie Lott…
was originally born as Victoria Louise Lott
on 12 January 1991 in Kent, UK
she’s a singer-songwriter and actress

Pixie Lott – Turn It Up

Mama Do (uh oh, uh oh)
Here We Go Again

xoxo

Once I’m into a routine . . . especially regarding exercise . . . I’m usually hooked.  Running just clicks with me and I love it, its just getting into the groove of it all.

So . . . as my knee is getting increasingly stronger and more tolerant to abuse, I’m feeling the push to be back out there as much as possible and setting new goals for myself.

A little set back, not a big one . . . and definitely not worth fretting over.  Much more trama in the world than my missing a run today . . . ok, and yesterday.

But the conviction is there, thats what I miss.  The conviction that will drive me out the door tomorrow morning! I’m gonna attempt to beat the kids to the waking up bit and get out and run stroller-less . . . just the open road, myself and Byron . . .

Should be utterly enjoyable . . .

Jog On!

ps . . . completed 16 miles for the week . . . walking mostly with about 4 or so miles of jogging.

There is another marriage battle brewing that has yet to be mentioned on this page.

Location: Maine (the state in the northeast corner of the country; most famously known for its rolling trees and as the setting for 98% of horror films).

The gist: Maine became the 5th state to legalize gay marriage when the Governor signed a bill passed by the legislature in mid-May of this year.  Hooray.  But some not so happy folks were able to get a referendum on the Maine ballot for this election cycle which would  eliminate that right for gay couples.  Hmmm.

What’s next: Maine voters will decide on Nov. 3rd whether or not their gay citizens should no longer be allowed to marry.  The same old faces (on both sides of the debate) have been roiling up controversy for the past several months.  By same old faces, I mean the courageous folks who gave us the Prop 8 passage in California.  And round we go again…

What’s interesting: The opponents of gay marriage were so happy with their victory in California, that they decided to copy the exact same ad and run it in Maine.  And so without further ado, from the folks known as “YesonOne,” I give you the award-winning ad from California, now playing on a television near you in Maine:

This treadmill video has been seen over 192,000 times on youtube. Pretty funny: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pv5zWaTEVkI