<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428</id><updated>2011-12-01T13:07:58.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ChicagoSexbox</title><subtitle type='html'>Fierce! Camptastic! 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They sound so final.....so definite....so sad.......but I don't think there is anything final or sad about this post. In less than 24 hours from now I am leaving the city I have called home for the past 7 years. It's going to be a long journey driving across the country but definitely not as grueling as the journey of the past 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave Chicago feeling a sense of accomplishment. During these past 7 years I made some amazing friends. These friends are absolutely the most beatiful people in the world. They stood by me through the thick and thin. There were also some not so great friends who supported me during the good times but seemed to disappear when times got rough. Nevertheless I am grateful for all of the people I have met and the experiences I have had because they turned that naive 23-year-old boy from Milwaukee into the man that I am today. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I originally moved to Chicago to escape the armpit of the Midwest...... Milwaukee. There was also an ulterior motive for moving: to pursue an advanced degree in pharmacy. Despite the many sleepless nights spent studying and stressing I managed to get accepted into an excellent school and complete my Doctor of Pharmacy degree. For that reason also I feel accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to my new life in Florida because I have embraced the fact that now is the time for me to test my talents and fortunes in fresh waters. I look forward to finally having a normal life....one that doesn't consist of chronic insomnia, exams, internships, etc. I can go out with friends or even date a nice young man (yes, i said DATE!) without worrying how I will juggle a love life, work and school. I look forward to getting back to some of my hobbies that I had to temporarily abandon.....like learning Portuguese! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made some mistakes during my time here in Chicago and I hope to use the wisdom that I have gathered from them to ensure that I don't make these mistakes again. I think I realize now what really matters in life.....and it usually isn't what glitters. I have learned that I can be my own worst enemy and my own best friend. I can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare.....um errr....damn you Beyonce stop influencing this note! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned to have an opinion and the confidence to defend it. I've learned to be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow when I am driving down I-94 and see the Chicago skyline slowly disappear in my rearview mirror I won't be sad because I know that all people and memories will remain with me for the next journey........the next chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, when one chapter ends another one begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kuchikaiai.blogspot.com"&gt;Beach Kuchi Kaiai.....feeling the funk in Southern Florida!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-5860979259347935317?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5860979259347935317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=5860979259347935317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/5860979259347935317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/5860979259347935317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-chicago.html' title='Goodbye Chicago :('/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Mobile%20Uploads/th_Photo_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-3304948915884844135</id><published>2009-11-08T19:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T19:58:48.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Voyage</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Mobile%20Uploads/Photo_11-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in West Palm Beach for a few days this week taking care of the last of my paperwork for my new job and frantically looking for a place to live. Fortunately I got everything accomplished just in time to catch my Friday night flight. The picture above was taken from the plane right before it landed. The sky was so clear and the sight of downtown Chicago was breathtaking. After I took that picture I must confessed I started to feel a little sad. I am going to miss Chicago :( I don't have any regrets about my move however. I think without a doubt taking this job is probably going to be one of the best decisions of my life (I hope lol) but I have enjoyed my time in Chicago so it's only natural to be a little sad I guess. I caught up on my sleep because Saturday was a special day.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must leave it to My Milwaukee Sister (who I am going to miss soooo much!) to always being able to organzie the best throwdowns. My "Big Gay Bon Voyage" party was just that.....big and gay! VJ Bobby helped fuel the night with a collection of music  videos that only the Moo Town Sisters could appreciate. La Toya Jackson, Danni Minogue, Michel'Le, Vanessa Williams, and even some RuPaul were the soundtrack of the evening. The night started out rather quiet with a nice dinner at Las Mañanitas but mayhem ensued once we got to Crew, Chicago's best gay sports bar. The night was so special despite the little time available to plan for everything. Olivia made a surprise visit and most importantly I got to see several people who I have not seen in awhile due to my horrifically busy schedule this past year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was filled with laughter, dancing, spilled drinks and finally some tears too. Leave it to Jorgillo to get everyone balling! LOL. thank god my cover up was waterproof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/14232_323098305601_712385601_961217.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/14232_323098460601_712385601_961218.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/14232_323098905601_712385601_961219.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-3304948915884844135?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3304948915884844135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=3304948915884844135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3304948915884844135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3304948915884844135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/bon-voyage.html' title='Bon Voyage'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Mobile%20Uploads/th_Photo_11-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-1601398167054422184</id><published>2009-11-02T00:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T00:32:54.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Michael Jackson....THIS is it!</title><content type='html'>The person who made this work of cinematic artistry deserves a motherfucking Oscar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwroHMAptho&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rwroHMAptho&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-1601398167054422184?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1601398167054422184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=1601398167054422184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1601398167054422184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1601398167054422184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry-michael-jacksonthis-is-it.html' title='Sorry Michael Jackson....THIS is it!'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6379874261698433954</id><published>2009-11-01T12:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T12:27:01.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vasssup!</title><content type='html'>Last night was Halloween....always a big celebration in Chicago's Boystown neighborhood.....and officially my favorite holiday of the year. After a certain Kylie Minogue Fan ruined my plans to be a slutty prisoner bitch I decided to switch costumes and be Swine Flu....but at the last minute I came across this costume and even though I never saw the movie I knew I was mean to be........&lt;b&gt;Brüno!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with Octomom, Apu (from the Simpsons) and a Dead Kylie Fan the night was a blast. I think the pictures speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Picture4-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/12732_315537745601_712385601_947731.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/12732_315538830601_712385601_947734.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6379874261698433954?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6379874261698433954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6379874261698433954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6379874261698433954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6379874261698433954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/11/vasssup.html' title='Vasssup!'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-4460154116102001759</id><published>2009-10-31T10:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:41:11.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Holidannii 2009</title><content type='html'>This past month I was definitely on a Kylie high with the concert and what not but I think it is time that I update everyone on the "Thinking Man's Minogue" aka "The Pretty Younger Minogue" aka............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dannii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y217/nathanuk/XFACTOR3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing Youtube recently and came across this very rare Australian TV clip from the late 90's. Not only do we see Dannii sporting her freshly augmented breast and blonde hair but we get to hear her sing her Top 40 smash hit "Disremembrance" completely LIVE! The woman sounds incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhELbVA4Q1U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhELbVA4Q1U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dannii has been very busy these past few years with her various televison commitments (X Factor, Australia's Got Talent) so her music career has been on the back burner for awhile BUT her former record companies recognize the need for Dannii's music on iPods and stereos everywhere. In 2007 we saw the release of 4 separate albums (2 compilations of unreleased material and 2 deluxe editions of her preveious studio albums). In 2009 we get an extra special treat with deluxe editions of her various frist two albums!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://rangerecords.com/DANNII_MINOGUE_LOVE_AND_KISSES.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://danniiminogue.iespana.es/03getalbum.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each album will be remastered and feature a bonus disc full of unreleased remixes and b-sides! But wait.....there is more! After Dannii's 1993 album "Get Into You" failed to have the same impact her debut album did, she and her record company decided to enlist a slew of the hottest dance producers in 1995 to create an album that would firmly cement Dannii's name in history. Unfortunately due to various contractual disagreements the project was abandoned. Dannii would later on record and release her "Girl" album featuring the UK Top 5 smash hit single, "All I Wanna Do". Well, 14 years later Dannii fans can rejoice as this rare collection of 90's gems finally sees the light of day......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veuak8Cilmw/Sug20WVBDHI/AAAAAAAAGHY/GlyCJauZlEg/s400/dannii95.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike over at Pop Trash Addicts has a lovely &lt;a href="http://poptrashaddicts.blogspot.com/2009/10/dannii-95-sessions.html"&gt;entry&lt;/a&gt;  about this release so I won't rehash everything but all I can say is that I am one happy Dannii Minogue fan this holiday season! Um, Kylie who?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-4460154116102001759?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4460154116102001759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=4460154116102001759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4460154116102001759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4460154116102001759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-holidannii-2009.html' title='It&apos;s a Holidannii 2009'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veuak8Cilmw/Sug20WVBDHI/AAAAAAAAGHY/GlyCJauZlEg/s72-c/dannii95.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-803725172958980074</id><published>2009-10-31T01:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T01:06:26.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>So today the official countdown begins. For quite some time I have felt lost in limbo....and now everything is happening so fast! I got all the paperwork ready so I can start my new job November 16th. On Wednesday I am flying to West Palm Beach for a drug and health screen and to look for a place to live. Then depending on the moving company I will be leaving Chicago permanently November 11th or 12th. WOW........it's really happening. I am glad I have had the chance to see as many people as I could these past two months. I have been able to tie up several loose ends. There are still a few more matters to tend to before I leave but I am thus far quite satisified with my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be attending the Halloween Parade in Lakeview. That is always fun but I am more excited about next week Saturday...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/eddie_away.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss all of the fierce party invites that my &lt;b&gt;Sista M&lt;/b&gt; makes for me! I'm leaving Chicago in style lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-803725172958980074?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/803725172958980074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=803725172958980074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/803725172958980074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/803725172958980074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-1327077950069543136</id><published>2009-10-28T15:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:37:29.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Parking</title><content type='html'>Since I have been staying with Fernichael during this "transitionary" stage in my life, I have continued to drive to my old neighborhood to use my gym. I simply cannot believe how long it takes for me to drive 7 miles in this fucking Chicago traffic. Granted, I am no newbie to traffic jams, but I am not used to dealing with this shit in the middle of the day on city streets! UGH! If I made a list of the things I am not going to miss about Chicago it would most likely include the horrible traffic. I envy those who can manage walking everywhere or have a simple commute on the train (because lord knows the public transportation in this city is another fucking nightmare). Except for the first year I lived here, I have always needed to have a car for work, school or internships. I can't wait to finally live somewhere where my commute to work will only be 15 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another frustration when it comes to driving is the way the City of Chicago manages to rape drivers every possible way with parking fees. I have always lived somewhere with garage parking but now that I am driving to my gym I am experiencing the annoyance of street parking. However, much like finding a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, I have discovered FREE street parking in Lakeview (an area of Chicago notorious for it's congested streets). It truly is wonderful. I had to check the street signs 500 times because I simply couldn't believe Mayor Daley would allow people to park on the streets.....for FREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of parking, next week I am flying to West Palm Beach to find a place to live. I have already spoken with a few realators that specialize in rental properties and I was happy to find out that garage parking comes standard (no extra cost) in most residential buildings. Thank god!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-1327077950069543136?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1327077950069543136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=1327077950069543136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1327077950069543136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1327077950069543136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/free-parking.html' title='Free Parking'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-8182113327871171775</id><published>2009-10-23T22:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:14:31.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Fight Fate</title><content type='html'>Today I found out that I passed my Florida board exam and i am officially licensed and approved to practice in the Sunshine State! Ironically I am still waiting for the Illinois Board of Pharmacy to get back to me. I am not sure why they are dragging ass! I won't be working in IL but I did fork out hundreds of dollars for licensing fees so I want my goddamn piece of paper! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel that I can breathe a sigh of relief. The past few months have been soooo nerve wrecking. Back in July I honestly had no idea where I would be working or living. I sure have come a long way. What I find to be the most interesting is that even when I had given up complete hope about moving to Florida, it seems &lt;b&gt;Fate&lt;/b&gt; never gave up on me. What's even more ironic is that even if had changed my mind and decided to stay here in Chicago, a lack of jobs would have prevented it! I guess I know now to always follow my heart and my gut instinct because apparently they know better than some of the people trying to convince me that moving away from Chicago would be just a horrible idea. Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I had a pleasant time with someone I hadn't hung out with in quite awhile. While I did complain in another post about a few annoying people coming out of the woodwork, there are a few loose ends I would like to bring some closure to before I leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-8182113327871171775?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8182113327871171775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=8182113327871171775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/8182113327871171775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/8182113327871171775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-fight-fate.html' title='Can&apos;t Fight Fate'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-9151169748440978332</id><published>2009-10-18T20:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:18:17.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got Til It's Gone</title><content type='html'>I think I am going to have to tell my hubby, &lt;b&gt;Mario Lopez&lt;/b&gt;, the we are over because I have new love interest......&lt;b&gt;Jay Sean&lt;/b&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.pictures.gi.zimbio.com/MOBO+Awards+Nominations+Launch+-v7cvqkd6WFl.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.xcel.uk.net/up-coming/images/jay-sean1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to having recorded one of my favorite songs of the year (I have probably watched the "Down" video on my iPod 500 times now) he has one of the sexiest bodies too! Holy shit...I don't think Jay Sean has eaten a carb since 1999. I cannot wait for his full length album to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than lusting over this singing hottie, I have been busy studying for my Florida board exam. I have two more days until the exam and after that I will be licensed and ready to work in Florida by the end of the month (assuming I don't fail the damn thing!) I am finally seeing an end to the madness and while I am grateful for not having been left homeless in the streets, I am eager to get on with my life and regain some sort of stability again. Also I am just excited to be embarking on a new career and starting a new life in a new city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, word must be out that ChicagoSexBox will soon be leaving Chicago because I am suddenly bombarded by old flames, hook-ups, friends, etc, that suddenly want to get back in touch with me. Seriously people, you had your chance. It's a little late now! Needless to say, in some of these situations I have been rather bitchy. I ran into a guy I briefly dated last year. As soon as I told him I was moving he was asking me to call him and that he wants to hang out and bla bla bla bla bla..... I forget the rest he said but I looked at him and said quite bluntly "I don't even have your number saved in my phone anymore." What an idiot. Another person, who was more like a friend with benefits, is suddenly texting me everyday now that he knows I am moving away. Mind you I explained to him I am staying with friends and can't have guests. I wouldn't be so annoyed if it wasn't for the fact that when I was living in my last apartment trying to schedule a booty call with this guy was like trying to make a dinner date with the president. It's funny how his schedule has suddenly cleared up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess people really don't know what they got until it's gone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-9151169748440978332?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/9151169748440978332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=9151169748440978332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/9151169748440978332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/9151169748440978332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/got-til-its-gone.html' title='Got Til It&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-1256867050643222194</id><published>2009-10-09T14:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:50:18.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On A Night Like This</title><content type='html'>Well almost at least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/10132_292035230601_712385601_913478.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/10132_292035040601_712385601_913478.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Kylie Minogue would have performed my top 5 favorite songs had there not been a technical difficulty that forced her to skip "On A Night Like This" :( The flip side to that was the impromptu acapella performance of her UBER gay camp classic "Your Disco Needs You". Audience members begged her to sing this while we waited for watever problem there was to get fixed. Holy shit, homegirl even did the opera portion. I guess no one can say Kylie can't sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FdSkh7LkxDI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FdSkh7LkxDI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was almost surreal as Kylie Minogue descended from a giant silver skull singing "Light Years". This woman has been an international superstar for over 20 years but due to her lack of mainstream popularity in the US I thought I would eventually have to travel overseas to see her perform live. I think even she was amazed by the warm response she received. It felt like the crowd was more grateful just to have the opportunity to see her....and she was grateful just to see so many faithful fans turn out for the show. Needless to say the audience was 95% gay men from all over the midwest, LOL. I didn't get distracted by the eye candy though. All my attention was on Kylie (and her sexy dancers! yum!). All in all I must say Kylie joins Madonna and Ricky Martin as far as my favorite live performers ever (yes I said Ricky Martin. If you never saw his Black And White tour then keep your opinions to yourself. The man is a genious!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it won't be another 20 years before she comes back again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-1256867050643222194?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1256867050643222194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=1256867050643222194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1256867050643222194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1256867050643222194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-night-like-this.html' title='On A Night Like This'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6386105789645259775</id><published>2009-10-07T02:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:28:14.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kylie Minogue: Pop Princess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.shoppingblog.com/pics/kylie_usa_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she will never compare to Dannii, I must say that I am ecstatic to be seeing Kylie Minogue in concert in less than 24 hours. This is her first tour of the US and I am so happy I am still here in Chicago to witness this! In honor of the Pop Princess's arrival, I would like to share with you my Top 5 Favorite Kylie songs.....in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;On A Night Like This&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zfER3jhUC2E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zfER3jhUC2E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song represents everything I love about Kylie. Sexy yet always classy and dignified. I remember seeing this video get played in a clothing store (Gadzooks) about a year before Kylie made her comeback in the USA with "Can't Get You Out Of My Head". At the time I was unaware Kylie had continued to be popular overseas so I was surprised to see how good "On A Night Like This" was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Can't Get You Out Of My Head&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IFx3WX4DES0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IFx3WX4DES0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much needs to be said about this. The song is iconic. The video is iconic. Kylie catapulted herself back into the international spotlight after having spent most of the 90's being a phenomenom in the UK and Australia. She even managed to conquer the US market that had all but forgotten about her since 1988's "Locomotion"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Impossible Princess&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ab/KylieImpossiblePrincess3Dcoverpicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I cheated here. This is actually her 1998 album that would become a fan favorite despite it being her lowest selling album of her career. I could write paragraphs about the story and controversy surrounding this release but to make a long story short, this was Kylie's "coming of age" album. Full of introspective lyrics and a mixed bad of eclectic sounds, "impossible Princess" was to Kylie what "Ray of Light" was to Madonna. The Japanese version with the bonus track "Tears" is a must!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The One&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkbNf_-hv7I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hkbNf_-hv7I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't one of Kylie's bigger singles, but it was taken from her last studio album and given a special remix by the "it" remixers of the moment, The Freemasons. Melodic, sweet, classy, fun. Everything there is to like about a Kylie song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Better The Devil You Know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/spyyKkOK20I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/spyyKkOK20I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old school Kylie at its best! How this was not a hit in the US back in 1990 is beyond me. This isn't exactly a feminist's anthem ("I'll forgive and forget if you say you'll never go") but who cares. Kylie looks so damn cute doing the Running Man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VQbtxO_mwHE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VQbtxO_mwHE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow indeed. After several years of disappointing me with uninspired singles, Kylie returned with a single that is easily one of my favorites of all time. It's is such a happy song! The video was a bit tragic but this live performance is a little more watchable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6386105789645259775?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6386105789645259775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6386105789645259775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6386105789645259775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6386105789645259775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/10/kylie-minogue-pop-princess.html' title='Kylie Minogue: Pop Princess.'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-4482226678492959232</id><published>2009-09-30T18:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:51:26.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Didn't Know My Own Stength</title><content type='html'>I am LOVING Miss Whitney "Crack is Wack" Houston's comeback album! "Million Dollar Bill" makes me want to put on my favorite pimp suit and go boogie at the disco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I must say.....I am identifying the most with Whitney's sappy ballad that she performed live on Oprah a few weeks ago. &lt;i&gt; "And I crashed down and tumbled but I did not crumble" &lt;/i&gt; I identify not because of a past abusive relationship or a crack addiction, but I really do underestimate my strength sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preach it girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkzH1Z8AUBQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkzH1Z8AUBQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, this past month has been a rollercoaster of emotions, now as I sit in my apartment surround by my partially packed belongings I must say I am somewhat at ease.....and relieved that I didn't totally lose my mind. I took 2 out of the 3 board exams I must complete in order to get licensed (and retain that lovely job offer I have in Florida) this past week. I have never felt so much pressure to succeed in my life. I won't know my results for awhile still and I have yet to receive an authorization to take the final board exam but I am going to think positively that I did well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be living with Fernichael for the next month or so and I must say that even if I did crumble, I have some amazing friends that would figure out how to glue me back together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-4482226678492959232?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4482226678492959232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=4482226678492959232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4482226678492959232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4482226678492959232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-didnt-know-my-own-stength.html' title='I Didn&apos;t Know My Own Stength'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-2890188084102846096</id><published>2009-09-25T12:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T12:30:44.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End of the Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month I have seen two rainbows. I can't help but wonder if this is a sign that my journey to the end of the rainbow is coming soon. I returned this past Monday from Cancun and I have been thrown back into the middle of the storm. It's funny how I have experience both the ups and downs of this economy bullshit. Back in February I was a happy go lucky student who didn't have to worry about what was going on with the economy. Nine months later I found myself in the very uncomfortable situation of looking for a job in this shit storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I shall not complain because after all of my worrying I DID have 4 job offers. There seemed to be major drawbacks to all of them but I gave it much thought and determined which one would be the best choice. The economy already threw its wrench into my plans but that didn't mean I couldn't make something work out of all of this. So, without further ado, I have formally accepted a job offer in West Palm Beach, Florida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Picture5-2.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I will be 60 miles north or my orignal planned destination (Miami) this job offer is probably even better than I could have hoped for. So I am excited. The only frustrating part is that I cannot start working until I get my license in Florida......which is an annoyingly LONG process. Ugh. So in the meantime I will be crashing with friends here in Chicago until I am ready to move because I can't stay in my apartment anymore. It's going to be a stressful next few months but I can't turn back now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's just pray I pass all of my licensure exams......because otherwise I am fucked!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-2890188084102846096?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2890188084102846096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=2890188084102846096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2890188084102846096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2890188084102846096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-rainbow.html' title='End of the Rainbow'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-3036562342990504795</id><published>2009-09-19T14:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:04:26.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>I am currently in Cancun (Mexico) about to attend a friend´s wedding. This is the first wedding i have ever attended in my life! I am excited. I am also excited because I FINALLY have found a job. I was made two offers this weekend and on Monday I shall call the one employer and accept the position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-3036562342990504795?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3036562342990504795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=3036562342990504795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3036562342990504795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3036562342990504795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-3131185251108978962</id><published>2009-09-16T00:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T00:46:01.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything looks better from behind a smile.</title><content type='html'>I was a little grumpy today but the most unexpected person managed to turn my frown upside down. He probably won't read this but I am glad to have bumped into him today at just the right moment when I really needed some cheering up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's also sexy as fuck so I guess that helps too. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been quite these past few days because I have simply been overwhelmed by life. No need to rehash everything that has been going on. Belive it or not I STILL do not know where I will be working or living come October 1st. Last week I flew down to Flroida when a very last minute interview was offered to me. That went extremely well and it appears that the job will be offered to me however there are some technicalities that may prevent me from being able to accept the position. It seems like even when something good does happen, there are a million and one other things to complicate the situation. I had another interview yesterday that also went well. This was for a job in Wisconsin. Obviously this isn't an ideal location but at this point in time I am no longer going to be fussy. In fact, I have offcially had 4 interviews and one job offer (which I decided to turn down last Friday for  various reasons). This is all in the middle of the worst recession since the Great Depression so to be quite honest, I am not going to complain about anything that may come my way. I am so fortunate to have job interviews and offers. I am just stressed by the uncertainty of the next few weeks since I am running out of time to plan things accordingly. I am also scheduled to take my board exams and it has been hard to study with so much going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a few hours I am getting on a plane to Cancun to attend a friend's wedding. I actually was starting to regret having made this trip because the timing is simply horrific but I realize now it might be a good thing. Getting away from the distractions of Chicago just might allow to take the time I need to study so I pass my board exams later this month. While it may not seem like fun to bring books on a vacation, I am sure I will enjoy studying on the beach. Hey, at least I will still get a fierce tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my next post BETTER be my big announcement...........let's hope at least......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-3131185251108978962?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3131185251108978962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=3131185251108978962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3131185251108978962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3131185251108978962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/everything-looks-better-from-behind.html' title='Everything looks better from behind a smile.'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-7961303298694697433</id><published>2009-09-13T00:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:52:32.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A decision with no answer.</title><content type='html'>This week has been crazy. I just came back from a VERY unexpected last minute trip to southern Florida. A decision has been made although there still is no answer as to where I will be working and living in less than 3 weeks. Wow, never have I lived so last-minute like this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-7961303298694697433?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7961303298694697433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=7961303298694697433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/7961303298694697433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/7961303298694697433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/decision-with-no-answer.html' title='A decision with no answer.'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6991532583007060970</id><published>2009-09-07T12:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:41:33.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Photo_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little annoyed with my &lt;b&gt;PLF&lt;/b&gt; for having stood me up this weekend but either way I am happy to have graduated with her on Friday. I STILL don't know if this is my last Labor Day weekend in Chicago so I partied very hard to celebrate my graduation and whatever is about to come. Needless to say this upcoming week is going to be VERY interesting. There have been some last minute developments and with the holiday today I only have 4 very short days to get shit figured out because I am running out of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Michelle spent the weekend with me so that was a nice treat. We hadn't had time to hang out like this since I started pharmacy school. It was fun just hanging out, watching movies and drinking. Wow, I really had missed alcohol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am taking the rest of the week one day at a time, yet making sure I will be ready for anything that may come my way. I'm not quite as stressed as I was before trying to plan everything weeks in advance. It's nice not having an ulcer everyday! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, it is quite ironic how so many people are coming out of the woodwork to suddenly express their desire to see me remain in Chicago. I am talking about people who I haven't talked to in quite some time. Hmmmm.....very interesting. What's even more interesting is my decision to stay or leave is going to depend on where I find a job and not necessarily where I want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6991532583007060970?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6991532583007060970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6991532583007060970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6991532583007060970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6991532583007060970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/graduation-weekend.html' title='Graduation Weekend'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-5205558921919022460</id><published>2009-09-04T10:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:29:23.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Sexbox.....gonna make it!</title><content type='html'>The day is finally here! My graduation! Despite all the ups and downs this year I must say I am very happy to be here. I rememeber many people were rather doubtful and unsupportive when I started this journey a few years ago. Either they didn't understand, didn't care or were just fucking assholes that needed to be removed from my life so it didn't matter. Even worse was the bitchy student advisor at UIC who told me I was "never going to make it and was making a big mistake".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking cunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, the day is here. I am a PharmD (Dr. Sexbox if you will). As far as my job situation goes, there have been some developments but there will not be any decisions made until one week from today. Regardless of my decsion, the next 9 months before I begin my residency (post graduate training) next summer will be interesting to say the least. However, today I am just happy and relieved that I finally made it! So in honor of "making it" I am posting the freestyle classic by the Queen of Unibrows, &lt;b&gt;Sa-Fire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VQzAvx4ZIXg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VQzAvx4ZIXg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-5205558921919022460?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5205558921919022460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=5205558921919022460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/5205558921919022460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/5205558921919022460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/dr-sexboxgonna-make-it.html' title='Dr. Sexbox.....gonna make it!'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-3253937883993667178</id><published>2009-08-30T17:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T17:32:14.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Up With Debbie</title><content type='html'>With the past two months of my life being unusually stressful, I have found myself looking for comfort in the arms of Debbie. Now you ask, Debbie who? Debbie Gibson? Debbie Harry? Debbie Downer? Debbie Does Dallas? No. None of those Debbies. I am actually referring to my homegirl, &lt;b&gt;Little Debbie&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lanzagroup.com/images/news/3LittleDebbiePortraitLogoOval_241_88041172.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For just 75 cents this little cunt has brought be so much joy. Fucking bitch. She tastes soooo good that even as I felt my stomach starting to bloat and my clothes tighten, I couldn't stop myself. For the past 2 years I have lived so well eating my low-carb foods and within a month I was throwing it all away with these.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.chocablog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/nutty-bar-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ljgomez.com/files/other-chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my most stressful days I would devour an entire box of nutty bars and if I still had room I would eat TWO chocolate pies with chocolate milk. I would have tried to pull a Paula Abdul and puked the shit up afterwards but after all of these years of , well, doing certain "things", I could shove my fist down my throat and not get a gag reflex. (Hey, don't judge now. You know you're jealous!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it occurred to me that the excess junk food could be contributing to my stress instead of alleviating it. Also, with a trip to Cancun just around the corner I want to make sure my swimsuits still fit. I can't afford new ones in this economy! So I stopped this Little Debbie nonsense and returned to my low-carb lifestyle. After a few days of eating healthy, my Little Debbie cravings finally subsided. Wow, that bitch is like heroin but I am taking it one day at a time because when I am lying in the sun wearing my fierce Dolce &amp; Gabana swimsuit I will be happy that it fits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other food related news.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.justformypeople.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/jewish-flag.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night I met a nice Jewish boy at the gym. He was lusting over me to the point I was worried he would hurt himself on the gym equipment as a result of paying more attention to what I was doing than what he was doing. He was handsome but not really my type. I didn't see any harm in chatting though. He proceeded to invite me over for dinner. He seemed to be a well-mannered, respectful nice young man just starting law school so I accepted. Once again, not my type but during these hard economic times I need to save on my grocery bill so if a nigga is gonna feed me, shiiiiit, I'm gonna get my grub on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jewish boy made a lovely Kosher, low-carb, meat-free meal. It was yummy! He was a total gentleman.........until we finished dinner and sat down to drink tea. Before I could have one sip he pounced on me and had his hands in every nook and crevice. I am by no means an angel, nor am I opposed to go to third base right away (who am I fooling, I rarely even wait for an official date to do that, LOL) however I was just sooooo turned off by the situation. I politely told him to get off of me and that "I don't do these sorts of things with strangers" (I waited for lightning to strike me down for lying but God must have made an exception!). I pried his hands off of me and excused myself. I am not sure if this offended him or if he felt silly for expecting a little too much from a dinner date. I really didn't care. I got free food and my tummy was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to chat with more people from the gym. Maybe I could get invited to dinner every night of the week. I'd never have to go grocery shopping again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-3253937883993667178?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3253937883993667178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=3253937883993667178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3253937883993667178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3253937883993667178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/breaking-up-with-debbie.html' title='Breaking Up With Debbie'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-3078688218648369141</id><published>2009-08-29T15:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:18:04.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Metropolis</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LzrkWfZJdA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-LzrkWfZJdA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my &lt;b&gt;Milwaukee Sister&lt;/b&gt; commented on facebook that he had just seen a "raver". Anyone who grew up in the 90's should remember the bracelets, SUPER wide pants (what was the brand? Jnco?), the lollipops, backpacks worn everywhere, shiny t-shirts.......and "techno" music. I will admit I briefly dabbled in the scene. I had a pair of pants that were probably as wide as 3 of me put togther. Anyhoo, my Milwaukee Sister's comment didn't really get me reminiscing about the horrible 90's club/rave fashions BUT it got me thinking about the first song I ever heard in a club. Some people remember their first concert or their first album they ever bought but I distinctly remember that one summer night in 1997 when I ventured into my first nightclub, Metropolis (granted it was an 18 and over night but I was excited nonetheless) and heard the song in the video above. I remember being mesmerized by the blacklights and neon glow sticks of the dancers. I still was in the closet at the time but I also recall how excited I was to see cute boys dancing around me (it was a straight bar but seeing that it was the only underage place in the city it attracted a very mixed crowd). For whatever reason it had never occcured to me to look up this music video until today, even though I played this song at my birthday party earlier this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I miss the days of Qkumba Zoo and Metropolis. Things were so simple back then. My biggest worry was trying not to trip over my pipe leg jeans as I busted some fierce rave moves on the dance floor! I often wonder what became of some of my old raver friends. Perhaps they are managers at Hot Topic now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-3078688218648369141?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3078688218648369141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=3078688218648369141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3078688218648369141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3078688218648369141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/metropolis.html' title='Metropolis'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-3508599531246190348</id><published>2009-08-27T11:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:31:06.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy BIATCH!</title><content type='html'>Things are crazy.......this is my last week of internships.....I graduate in one week.....I've beeen juggling final projects....work...job interviews....ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am praying to go that this time next week I will be able to say I have a job offer somewhere. This waiting game is killing me...especially since I need to move in one month. I hate waiting to the last minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since I have nothing to really blog about I thought I would post two of my favorite foreign commercials from youtube. They are both funny but you have to pay attention to catch the humor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SXwpvGjPDJ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SXwpvGjPDJ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tLQD0nM6VDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tLQD0nM6VDk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-3508599531246190348?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3508599531246190348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=3508599531246190348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3508599531246190348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3508599531246190348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/busy-biatch.html' title='Busy BIATCH!'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-579727682871982340</id><published>2009-08-20T09:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T09:55:23.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sloth is no longer a sin people!</title><content type='html'>I scoff at the whoever said "sloth" was one of the 7 deadly sins. Fuck that shit. Sloth does a body good! Normally I push myself everyday to get my work done (whether it be for school or for my activities on the local street corner). Today I had the morning off to finish work on a project that I am presenting later on this afternoon at one of the hospitals I am interning at. Well, I finished the project last night so I thought I would go to the gym instead. I woke up this morning feeling groggy and not very convinced that walking to the gym in the rain would be a good idea. So I slept a little more, ate some breakfast, and then watched some porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST when I was about to start downloading some new, really good porn....my phone rang! It was a hospital where I had applied at just last night wanting to set up an interview. Either they are desperate or the human resource department is VERY efficient because it is very rare to hear back so quickly from a potential employer (trust me, after applying for 30+ positions I know how this shit works). Ironically this was a hospital that I completely forgot about and while it isn't in the immediate Chicagoland area it is definitely MUCH closer than the other places where I will be having interviews (oops, I guess I never mentioned the other two job interviews becuase they are crummy jobs in shitty areaa....well technically any area other than Chicago or Miami is shitty in my book but the dynamics of my work situation and long term career goals is a bit complicated and I will blog about that later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the moral of the story? Had I ventured out in the rain to exercise I would have missed this very important phone call. The next time someone calls you lazy tell that person to go fuck off because Satan and his 7 deadly sins are helping the unemployed of America one person at a time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-579727682871982340?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/579727682871982340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=579727682871982340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/579727682871982340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/579727682871982340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/sloth-is-no-longer-sin-people.html' title='Sloth is no longer a sin people!'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-5608322861194209681</id><published>2009-08-18T16:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T17:08:46.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbaWdyDipcw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WbaWdyDipcw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember many years ago reading an interview in Vibe magazine (RIP) with some random gangster rapper. When questioned about the violence depicted in some of his songs he replied "You know, sometimes you write a song when you are having a bad day. They screw up your order at McDonald's. Then you find out your car got towed. Then you step in dog shit. At the end of the day you release all that tension by writing a very violent song. It's therapy "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a very shitty mood last night when I wrote my last post but 24 hours later I can say I was simply caught in the moment and blogging about how shitty I felt seemed like the best therapy for me.....although the post probably sounds a bit dramatic! LOL. I will try to keep things light-hearted because what was bothering me yesterday is well, &lt;i&gt;so yesterday!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went well at my internship site. I finished working on a big project that turned out so well that the clinical director asked me to come back next month after I graduate to give a formal presentation to the Pharmacy and Therapeutics Committee. I was very flattered! I also have a confesssion......this clinical director is a really hot woman. You would never imagine a pharmacist could be so pretty....and I think I have developed a bit of a "girl crush". I am absolutely smitten! I am sure I won't be turning straight anytime soon but I know most gay guys have a "girl crush" at least once. It's nothing sexual (obviously) but if this woman released a CD I would totally buy it! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have another "girl crush" right now but this is a celebrity one.......&lt;b&gt;Nadia Ali&lt;/b&gt;! Nadia was the lead singer of the electronic duo &lt;b&gt;iio&lt;/b&gt;. They released the worldwide hit "Rapture" back in 2001/2002 and their debut album was delayed  for about 4 years. Once the album was finally released it was announced that Nadia was going solo. Since 2006 she has been working on her solo album and has been featured on a few other singles. I am totally infatuated with Nadia. She has such an exotic beauty and singing style you normally don't hear in dance music. I have posted the video of "Rapture"  above and the video for "Love Story" from her upcoming solo album (September 15th is the release date according to Wikipedia) down below. The latest single "Fine Print" has just been released this month on iTunes. I love the lyrics! Nadia is writes most of her own music and avoids the usual dance music lyrical cliches that seem to plague most other female singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZiuXePUnjs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZiuXePUnjs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine Print"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been holding back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre like a moving star&lt;br /&gt;I cant get close enough to you&lt;br /&gt;Been months I got your call&lt;br /&gt;Our falling out we slipped right into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were an ace for me&lt;br /&gt;My crazy heart got hold of you&lt;br /&gt;Your hand called every bluff&lt;br /&gt;I had to fold and let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I saw you last&lt;br /&gt;Ive been holding back&lt;br /&gt;I figured I should do just that&lt;br /&gt;I thought Id crack but I smiled instead&lt;br /&gt;Ill let you read the fine print&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk a line between&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts of now&lt;br /&gt;And where Ive been&lt;br /&gt;Today the grass is green&lt;br /&gt;Ive got it all, so why reminisce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just a mermaid&lt;br /&gt;Who is not content with waveless oceans&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a gusty wind&lt;br /&gt;Is what I need to feel again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I saw you last&lt;br /&gt;Ive been holding back&lt;br /&gt;I figured I should do just that&lt;br /&gt;I thought Id crack but I smiled instead&lt;br /&gt;Ill let you read the fine print&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;For what got left behind&lt;br /&gt;But I cant say, I hold it down&lt;br /&gt;The weight of seeing you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been holding back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been holding back&lt;br /&gt;I thought Id crack I thought&lt;br /&gt;Ive been hold&lt;br /&gt;I thought Id crack but I smile instead&lt;br /&gt;Ill let you read the fine print&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-5608322861194209681?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5608322861194209681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=5608322861194209681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/5608322861194209681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/5608322861194209681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/girl-crush.html' title='Girl Crush'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-2467192855340916085</id><published>2009-08-17T23:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:07:58.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway....or running towards...</title><content type='html'>I will not deny that the past two months I have been in a shitty mood. I thought it had to do with wanting to finish school and find a job. Something tonight made me realize this anxious feeling has very little to do with any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to runaway. I am looking at so many people and situations around me and I realize there are very few genuine faces in the crowd. My life here in Chicago has become a joke and I have no one to blame but myself for allowing it to happen. Am I too nice?  Am I not nice enough? Am I naive? Am I just stupid? Should I even fucking care anymore? Perhaps this is why I find such great comfort keeping busy with school. I am working toward something productive with a positive outcome. I truly regret the time and energy I have spent on so many other things and people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....I'm over it. However, I don't think I should say that I am running away from this mess since I don't think that will solve anything. If anything, I should probably say that I am runing towards SOMETHING that will hopefully be better....or at least allow me a fresh start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget anything that has happened in the past 7 years. That would be foolish of me. I don't want to repeat the same mistakes again once I start my new chapter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-2467192855340916085?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2467192855340916085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=2467192855340916085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2467192855340916085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2467192855340916085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/runawayor-running-towards.html' title='Runaway....or running towards...'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-2026032557250028047</id><published>2009-08-17T17:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T17:45:40.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got my education!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aRm3qt2snmc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aRm3qt2snmc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my education but I'm still working on that job part! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many updates here. Two more weeks left of school and I most definitely feel the pressure to find a job. Time is running out. I need to be out of my apartment in 45 days. Where am I moving? Who the fuck knows! lol. I have had only one phone interview so far and that has lead to a in-person interview September 1st. I have one other potential interview in the process but other than...nothing! At this point I don't care where the job is or if it is for a company I really wouldn't want to work for. Just give a paycheck for the next 9 months so I can pay off debt before I start my post-graduate training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next two weeks I am hella busy finishing projects and also picking up extra hours at my current job so I have some extra funds to hold me over until October. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This next month is going to be very interesting, that's for sure. I am 99% sure that I am not staying in Chicago but where I will end up this winter is yet to be determined!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-2026032557250028047?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2026032557250028047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=2026032557250028047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2026032557250028047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2026032557250028047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-my-education.html' title='I got my education!'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-872212420296425217</id><published>2009-08-12T12:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T12:28:08.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I desire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l952OBTs-oY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l952OBTs-oY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire a MAN whose stength is measured not by his biceps but by his ability to endure both the good and bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire a MAN whose self-worth and happiness is not determined by being in a relationship. He should already be complete as one. My companionship only augments the happiness as each day passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire a MAN who doesn't believe in love at first sight because love, trust and monogamy are components of a process that continues until death do us part. Real love is not associated with a fleeting moment in time. Those who fall in love quickly tend to fall out of love just as easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire a MAN who isn't afraid to express his thoughts, opinions and feelings. Nor is he afraid to ask the same of me. He can do both of these without ever sounding whiny or bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire a MAN who will miss me when I leave but will not lose his own identity during my absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire a MAN who celebrates our similarities and differences alike because both are what will keep us together inevitably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desire PERFECTION, not because I believe in setting unrealistic expectations but perfection is sujective much like happiness. My happiness is not something I am willing to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I DESIRE love beyond all thought and reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-872212420296425217?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/872212420296425217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=872212420296425217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/872212420296425217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/872212420296425217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-desire.html' title='I desire.'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-793818873426668576</id><published>2009-08-10T17:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:12:51.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pseudo Breakup</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.topnews.in/files/gay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to interrupt my string of rants this week about annoying people to update the status of my "pseudo relationship". Well, I was wondering how one goes about a pseudo-break up and I found out today first hand. The experience was rather strange. It was everything I expected to be yet everything about it surprised me. Afterwards I was left wondering if I did the right thing. Or did I make a big mistake? Do I only know what I had now that it is gone? Did I ever really care at all? Would I have cared if things were different? Will Dannii Minogue ever record another album? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions and I am not sure if they are circling my mind because a practical and organized person like myself doesn't like when plans don't go as anticipated or if there is something else bothering me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately though the decision has been made and I can't dwell on the outcome, good or bad. I have to chalk this up as a life experience and make sure that the only quaestion left circling my mind when I go to bed tonight is, as Miss Jody Wately so eloquently puts it, "how will I use the knowledge for the next chapter?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-793818873426668576?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/793818873426668576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=793818873426668576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/793818873426668576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/793818873426668576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/pseudo-breakup.html' title='The Pseudo Breakup'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-1458217698108581314</id><published>2009-08-10T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:07:25.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Angry Ethnic</title><content type='html'>So my last post gave me the idea to have a few more posts this week about people (or persons) that fucking annoy me. The other day it was the old door man that pisses me off everytime I come home with my grocery bags. This time I need to bitch about &lt;b&gt;The Angry Ethnic&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit that racism and discrimination is alive and well in this country. I will also admit non-caucasians probably have to struggle a bit harder than caucasians in CERTAIN parts of the country. But in huge cities like Chicago, minorities have the upperhand. Nevertheless there is always that one &lt;b&gt;Angry Ethnic&lt;/b&gt; who needs to be uber dramatic and act like some imaginary person is opressing him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: Last year I met this mexican-american guy online. We never met in person because he was butt ugly and totally not my type but I added him to my Yahoo messenger and we chatted every now and then. Well, he had moved here from New York and all he ever did was bitch about Chicago. According to him, Chicago is only a good city if you are white or asian. Latinos have no future here. They are mistreated, bla bla bla....I never see any brown faces at my work..... bla bla bla bla....they only want mexicans to clean floors....bla bla bla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet apparently New York was some sort of ethnic utopia where no Mexicans did service jobs. Only the white folk did that and hispanics were doctors, lawyers and dentists. I really didn't know how to respond to his ranting. He would also go off on tangents about how he can't find any friends in Chicago because people here are "fake" and that he can't find a boyfriend because all the gay men are "bitchy queens". I personally thought his problem was the fact he was a whiny Debbie Downer, but hey, what do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to point out that his ideas of Chicago were slight misconceptions. Coming from Wisconsin I can definitely say the Latino presence in the Chicagoland area extends far beyond service jobs. If there was a nuclear holocaust all the Mexicans in the city would probably be the first to show up and put the city back together (and sell some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elote"&gt;elotes&lt;/a&gt; in the process!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my Mexican Debbie Downer friend from yahoo eventually did make it back to New York. Lucky him. I happened to be on Yahoo messenger the other day after not having used it in many months. Of course, he was there. I was surprised to see him online during the day on the weekend because surely he should have 1,000 new Latino lawyer friends in Manhattan by now that he could do something with, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe the Angry Ethnic syndrome can't be cured with a simple change in geographic location.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-1458217698108581314?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1458217698108581314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=1458217698108581314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1458217698108581314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1458217698108581314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/angry-ethnic.html' title='The Angry Ethnic'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-2443859046977396318</id><published>2009-08-09T12:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T12:26:41.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Looking At Me!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever disliked someone for no apparent reason except that their simple existence was enough to irk the fuck out of you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are four door-men that work in my appartment building. One is Pakastani and is a very nice. Most of the time he is too busy chatting on his cell phone to bother with much small talk. He's kind of like a cab driver I guess except he spends his job sitting at a desk instead of behind a wheel. The second guy is an older gentleman. He is nice too. I have yet to figure out if he speaks english. He either addresses everyone in his native tongue or his accent is so thick his "english" isn't inteligible. Either way  I just smile and he leaves me alone. The third guy is a chubby guy that looks like a Metallica reject. Once again, nice guy and doesn't get on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, the fourth door man is an elderly man that fucking pisses me off. I am not sure if it is just him or the fact 90% of the elderly population irk the fuck out of me. All of the old ladies in the building adore this man. He seems well liked by the building management too. I try to avoid him at all costs. Once he gets talking he never shuts up BUT the thing I hate the most is the way he looks at me. Everytime I am coming or going he looks at me like he has never seen a human being enter or leave the apartment building. This especially annoys me when I am coming back from the grocery store and my hands are filled with bags. He stares at me so intently as if he senile old brain is working extra hard to decipher the sight before him. I didn't realize a person with grocery bags could confuse an elderly man so easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I sound liek a cranky weirdo for disliking the old door man that everyone else seems to love but I don't care! Stop looking at me damn it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-2443859046977396318?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2443859046977396318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=2443859046977396318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2443859046977396318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2443859046977396318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/stop-looking-at-me.html' title='Stop Looking At Me!'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-3024428630691144562</id><published>2009-08-04T18:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:54:50.431-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.fusicology.com/events/24121/full_jody_watley_WCL_PHL.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I had a blast at Market Days with my MIlwaukee Sister and Rob. I managed to get trashed without experiencing a hangover the next day! Lucky me! What made the day especially delightful was my chance to see Miss &lt;b&gt;Jody Watley&lt;/b&gt; perform live. I met her a few years ago but this was my first time seeing her perform a complete set list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jody Watley is one of those singers I grew up listening to as a kid. She's also one of the few singers that has evolved and continues to inspire me with her music now as an adult. I have always admired Jody because as her mainstream appeal dissipated in the late 90's she continued with her muscial vision and started her own record company. Her musical direction also took a drastic turn as she began to explore drum and bass, trip hop and disco. This past weekend I was reminded of her first venture into this underground/afterhours lounge sound. in 1999 she released a very limited edition album in Japan that I have treasured ever since I stumbled across it one lucky day in a music store many years ago. I have felt like my life has been in such a state of distress and disequilibrium that I really feel like I have just been going through the motions. As Jody puts it, I have been living in the past and fearing the future.....which really isn't living at all. Well, I am ashamed to admit that I forgot that sometimes the best therapy is right there on my cd shelf (or in my iTunes library lol). "Another Chapter" is exactly how I need to approach things right now. Thank you Miss Jody Watley!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a5weOIqUNIM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a5weOIqUNIM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-3024428630691144562?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3024428630691144562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=3024428630691144562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3024428630691144562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3024428630691144562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-chapter.html' title='Another Chapter'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-3137096709019882422</id><published>2009-07-31T10:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T16:34:50.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Undergear: A New Era of Soft Gay Porn for Closet Cases Everywhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.adrants.com/images/undergear_abs.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always joked with my &lt;b&gt;Milwaukee Sister&lt;/b&gt; about how we both enjoyed reading the &lt;a href="http://www.undergear.com"&gt;Undergear and International Male&lt;/a&gt; catalogues when we were closet case gay teenagers. For us it was the closest thing we could get to having actual porn. Those catalogues were filled with scantily clad hunky men and LOTS of crotch close ups. I fell in love with so many of the models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, closet case gays across the world can rejoice! No longer must they play dumb when the Undergear catalogue arrives every month in the mail addressed to a fake alias so no one in your household thinks you purposely subscribed. Now you can log onto the website and watch "PRODUCT VIDEOS" aka "SOFT GAY PORN"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these videos a hot and hunky model struts his stuff in front of a camera so the viewer can get a better idea of what the garment (or hot model) looks like in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but giggle during the product video of a yellow thong. Granted, the model was very handsome but the camera kept zooming in and out of his crotch (with just the right amount of bush poking through the top) with a pulsating techno beat playing in the background. Does this sound too ridiculous to be true? See for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.undergear.com/Dept/Product+Videos/D-8005/viewall/1&amp;cm_sp=TopNav-_-Promo-_-Video"&gt;Undergear video page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-3137096709019882422?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3137096709019882422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=3137096709019882422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3137096709019882422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3137096709019882422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/undergear-new-era-of-soft-gay-porn-for.html' title='Undergear: A New Era of Soft Gay Porn for Closet Cases Everywhere'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-7850178267090976935</id><published>2009-07-30T15:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T15:42:06.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"like a coffee machine in an office"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.shoppingblog.com/pics/shakira_shewolf_artwork.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am LOVING the new Shakira song, "She Wolf". As usual it is branded with her VERY unique take on the english language, but in my opinion that is what has made her english language recordings since 2001 so appealing. You never get any tired lyrical cliches  (unline Madonna who's always "waiting and anticipating" about something or the other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video has just leaked and you can find it here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailymotion.virgilio.it/relevance/search/she+wolf+official/video/xa0iue_shakira-shewolf-official-video_music"&gt;She Wolf World Premiere&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakira has an outfit that Beyonce only wishes she had used during the Single Ladies video, a blonde weave that makes Britney look like a cheap 2-cent hooker, sexy moves that Kylie hasn't had since her disco hey-day of Spinning Around, and a flexibility that even Madonna would be intimidated by. All the while Shakira maintains her quirkiness to ensure that everyone knows that yes, this is indeed Shakira. I was a bit turned off by her last english album due to its generic and stale attempt at mainstream success (really Shakira, your hips don't lie as you hire a rent-a-rapper and sing over a previously released song?) but she has redeemed herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awooooooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back Shakira!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-7850178267090976935?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7850178267090976935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=7850178267090976935' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/7850178267090976935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/7850178267090976935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/like-coffee-machine-in-office.html' title='&quot;like a coffee machine in an office&quot;'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-4898995271427089542</id><published>2009-07-28T15:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T15:47:20.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Closed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://instructor.iwcc.edu/mwulbecker/coauth/closed.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making my official cyberspace announcement that the &lt;font color=red&gt;Chicago Sexbox Psycological and Social Services Department&lt;/font color&gt; is officially closed until further notice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a handful of extremely high maintenance friends who come to me with their problems and issues quite frequently (despite the fact they made the same stupid mistakes a few months back and ignored my original advice). However, with my financial future as uncertain as it is I simply cannot tend to these friends anymore. I have never had to do this but my offers to help people are no longer valid. In fact, I am not answering my phone anymore when certain individuals call me wanting me to help their new "boyfriend" move even though this "boyfriend" is just some guy he met 2 months ago and has been cheating on the entire time and I already got suckered into helping him move the past 3 times and he called me last minute and he had already made a promise to stop moving in with strange boys and stabilize his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I think that was a run on sentence there that probably didn't make much sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, if you are reading this and were thinking of calling me up with your problems and unusual requests to take advantage of my generosity please fuck off. I am not open for business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-4898995271427089542?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4898995271427089542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=4898995271427089542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4898995271427089542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4898995271427089542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/closed.html' title='Closed!'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-3898017973374902659</id><published>2009-07-27T23:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T23:06:26.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>¿A quien copia Kylie? ¡Este video tiene la respuesta!</title><content type='html'>Whoever made this video must have a LOT of free time on his/her hands. Granted I like to pick on Kylie, especially when it comes to comparing her to her more talented and beautiful sister &lt;b&gt;Dannii&lt;/b&gt; but let's give her some credit. She's been in the music biz for over 20 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She only copies people some of the time :)=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jo82G6_WLQE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jo82G6_WLQE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-3898017973374902659?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3898017973374902659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=3898017973374902659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3898017973374902659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3898017973374902659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/quien-copia-kylie-este-video-tiene-la.html' title='¿A quien copia Kylie? ¡Este video tiene la respuesta!'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-1796008807036647629</id><published>2009-07-24T22:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T22:36:43.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pseudo BF</title><content type='html'>For the past few months I have had a pseudo-boyfriend. It's been nice. I never really planned on having a pseudo-relationship but I guess you could say this was a hook-up that turned out being a bit more long term than I originally anticipated. Well, to make a long story short, I think it's time to break up. But my question is, how does one break up with a pseudo-boyfriend? Does this require a pseudo-break up? Or would that defeat the purpose? Well, either way, what I do know is that I don't have the time or energy to be wasting on a pseudo-relationship. My plate is full right now and I don't want to sound like a broken record but with all that is going on right now I am not even interested in sex anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is shocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i hope I don't hurt my pseudo-boyfriend's feelings. Surely he will understand......I hope! Maybe we can turn the pseudo-relationship into a real friendship? Hmmmm....to be continued........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-1796008807036647629?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1796008807036647629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=1796008807036647629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1796008807036647629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1796008807036647629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-pseudo-bf.html' title='My Pseudo BF'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6027628429888238089</id><published>2009-07-23T12:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:28:13.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work That Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQ5NoePSlRw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mQ5NoePSlRw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it doesn't get more homoerotic than this. Excerpts of Marky Marks work out video from the 90's to the tune of Diana Ross's Top 10 single from the 80's "Work That Body". Mr Wahlberg may be a little embarrassed by his past now that he is a respected Hollywood actor but I say there is nothing to be ashmed of. For decades women have been forced to use their looks as a major selling point in entertainment industry. Mr. Wahlberg should be proud for having been a pioneer. He used his hard body and flaunted it for all it was worth to help his career. Not many men even in 2009 are willing to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have a moment of silence (well, actually it's a moment filled with a divalicious old school track) for all the hard work Marky Mark did to make his fans happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6027628429888238089?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6027628429888238089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6027628429888238089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6027628429888238089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6027628429888238089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/work-that-body.html' title='Work That Body'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6479261623555165503</id><published>2009-07-18T01:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:05:39.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Buy Fetish</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://kingrush.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/best-buy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a revelation today while standing in line at the Sbarro in the shopping mall a few miles from my school (I had to be on campus today). I was staring at this guy in a blue shirt and was totally mesmerized. I think I even got a semi. The line was moving REALLY slow so I had time to ponder what it was about this guy that was soooo sexy. At first I thought it was his smile but I realized it was a little crooked. He was kind of skinny too so there were no bulging biceps to get my attention. In fact, he was a very average  looking caucasian suburbanite who just happened to be wearing his blue Best Buy shirt. He must have been on his lunch break. It was then that I realized I was not only holding up the line at Sbarro but my attraction for this guy had very little to do with his looks. I have a Best Buy employee fetish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I have noticed this in the past. Whenever I go in a Best Buy there never fails to be at least 2 or 3 geeky young men who probably aren't older than 23 that get my heart racing. I just want them to bend me over and give me the best Best Buy special I have ever had in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a perv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, other than my Best Buy revelation, this week has been shitty. I thought I had possibly found a job but that kind of fell through before I could even get a chance to blog about my excitement after having my first job interview. Shit happens I guess but I am in the middle of SHIT getting slung at me from all directions and it is getting extremely difficult to stay in a good mood or even bother socializing for that matter. Which I suppose is actually a good thing because now I don't think my money is going last until October unless I get a job before then or can pick up tons of extra hours at my current job in September. And working extra hours presents another problem because even on the few dates I do want to go out I can't and I can't tell my boss to take me off the schedule after I have already asked him to put me on for extra dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the whole job frustration I still have one more rotation to finish so I have to maintain a professional attitude and somehow be a nice student and shit so I don't fail. This normally comes natural for me but I worry every day about where I am going to be living in two months when my lease ends. Of course, I can't make plans to move somewhere if I still don't even know where the fuck I am going to be working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on top of all of this I am trying to get started on a research paper with the help of the infectious diseases PharmD at my school. This is all with the hopes of having a published paper by this winter so I can have something extra to brag about on my CV when I am looking for post-grad programs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I have to start studying for my licensure exams and meet the deadlines for some other shit for graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am a little bitchy right now. Never in my life have I had so may resposibilities on top of such great uncertainty of my future. I am graduating in 7 weeks and I should be happy but I'm not. To avoid any conflicts with some of my more dramatic friends I have actually been avoiding phone calls. The extra stress simply isn't welcome right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my next post will find me in a better mood. I think a hook-up with a nerdy Best Buy employee could do the trick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6479261623555165503?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6479261623555165503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6479261623555165503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6479261623555165503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6479261623555165503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-buy-fetish.html' title='The Best Buy Fetish'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-7831423903049541841</id><published>2009-07-11T11:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:32:06.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Suck For Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/famecrawler/2008/02/23-End/madonnnaaaa__opt.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am finally starting to feel the recession! I was always a later bloomer I suppose. As my graduation date gets closer and I still have no idea where I will be working, I have been watching my money (and credit cards!) VERY closely. I have been limiting my nights outs, avoiding clothing stores and trying to only buy music cd's that are used or on sale at Best Buy for 7.99. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, during these HARD times I find myself having to resort to extreme measures in order to supplement my monthly income. I have been making frequent visits to a shady, industrial part of town where I use my sucking skils in exchange for cash. The situations don't take away my dignity but they do leave a sticky mess afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I am referring to the consumer taste testing research center at the Wrigley (the gum/candy company) building here in Chicago! I have been doing this for quite some time now. The Wrigley company pays ordinary people like me to come for an hour and taste new products that they are developing. The monetary compensation is quite nice too! Let's just say I make more in that one hour chewing a new fruit flavor gum or new variety of hard candy than I would make at my regular job! This month the money I made was enough to pay for my gas and internet! Now that is fierce!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-7831423903049541841?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7831423903049541841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=7831423903049541841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/7831423903049541841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/7831423903049541841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/will-suck-for-food.html' title='Will Suck For Food'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-377786374945209542</id><published>2009-07-05T16:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:47:42.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Road Again</title><content type='html'>I have been a car owner since I was 18. The &lt;b&gt;Toyota Yaris&lt;/b&gt; I purchased this year was my third car. Having a car has always been a key to independence and in recent years an absolute necessity. I would have never have been able to get through pharmacy school (and especially my internships which can potentially be cancelled and rescheduled 50 miles out of the way without any advance warning!) without a car. Nevertheless I fucking hate driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of traffic and the poor quality of drivers in the Chicagoland area makes driving unbearable. If I had things my way I would live, work and go to school all on the same block! Unfortunately my life in Chicago has put me all over the place making that dream rather impossible. Hopefully this will all come to an end this Fall but either way, I will hang on to my car because I know that my life will be changing quite a bit in the next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I hate driving unless it is necessary, I had the urge yesterday to drive 45 minutes north to Gurnee Mills. That is the name of an outlet mall I used to frequent many years ago. I had heard they had opened a Neiman Marcus Last Call store so I thought I would check it out. I invited my Pseudo-Boyfriend to join me on my mini-road trip north. There were no good sales so I didn't buy anything but the drive both ways was wonderful. No traffic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then came home and went to bed. Such an exciting 4th of July!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-377786374945209542?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/377786374945209542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=377786374945209542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/377786374945209542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/377786374945209542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-road-again.html' title='On The Road Again'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-1482739644641509917</id><published>2009-07-03T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:45:31.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Ounces of Frustration</title><content type='html'>Why is it so hard to find 20oz bottles of soda in 6 packs when I go to the grocery store? Have Coke and Pepsi stopped making them? All they have now are those tiny 8oz bottles or the huge ass fat girl 24 oz bottles. It fucking gets on my nerves. Fortunately I love Dr. Pepper and they are still making the 20oz bottles. I know this sounds trivial but little things can bother me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing pissing me off is that Starbucks has temporarily discontinued the "Vivanno". I loved them. It was an icey creamy blend of chocolate, protein, real banana and a shot of espresso. They were yummy in winter and even better in summer.....well, until now that they aren't serving them anymore for some unknown reason. The last time I did my grocery shopping I was so bummed that I couldn't sip on a Vivanno while filling my cart with low-carb goodies (the Vivanno was actually low in sugar FYI). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the grocery store I need to get there soon. I had today off from my internship. Technically though it was a pseudo-day off because I had to work on a research paper that i JUST completed and emailed less than an hour ago. My next project is a presentation which is due on Wednesday so I still have time to procrastinate on that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that this post has turned into a bunch or randomness, can I say I how jealous I am of the girl in the neighborhood that screams so loud during sex that it echos through the entire block and alley. She must have the most amazing boyfriend.....or a space age dildo. Either way, I want to know what her secret is. She puts the girls in porn to shame. If I was hearing her for the first time I would think she's getting murdered! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-1482739644641509917?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1482739644641509917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=1482739644641509917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1482739644641509917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1482739644641509917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/20-ounces-of-frustration.html' title='20 Ounces of Frustration'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-4115351887045605846</id><published>2009-06-26T15:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:52:21.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>His heart was.......Bad!</title><content type='html'>So I was never the biggest Michael Jackson fan but I was still shocked to hear of his death from an apparent heart attack. However, with every tragic event in life I think we can find a bit of humor to help us cope. I just about fell off my chair laughing at this. I'm sure Farrah Fawcet is bitter about how quickly her death was forgotten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/26-06-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we have my Top 5 favorite MJ songs that will forever 'rock my world'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. In The Closet - For years we had the media questioning MJ's sexuality (not if he was gay or straight but whether he was sexual period!) and then he came out with this song. Was it meant to be funny? Was he serious? Was he trying to tell us something? We will never know but in the video he never looked so butch grinding with Naomi Campbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't Stop Til You Get Enough - As hard as Justin Timberlake tries with his scary white boy falsetto he will never come close to the greatness of the original white boy falsetto that MJ made his trademark. The opening "whoooooooooah" of this song always gets me to dance, even in the women's underwear department at Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Smooth Criminal - I love this song. As a child I always wondered who Annie was. As a perverted adult I simply get images of a poor 18 year old young lady who was just a victim of a bukkake session gone bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Blood On The Dancefloor - This wasn't one of his biggest hits and therefore I don't have anything remarkable to say about it except that I tend to LOOK first before I head to a dancefloor. I don't want to step in Suzy's dirty tampon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Remember The Time - Michael does "New Jack Swing" and I loved it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-4115351887045605846?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4115351887045605846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=4115351887045605846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4115351887045605846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4115351887045605846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/his-heart-wasbad.html' title='His heart was.......Bad!'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-3266480568651138385</id><published>2009-06-22T15:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:02:10.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Digitalized</title><content type='html'>So I don't watch much TV except for a little "Family Guy" if I am at the gym late at night......and if I am at the gym a little earlier in the evening I am checking out UBER hottie/beefaroni, &lt;b&gt;William Levy&lt;/b&gt; on "Cuidado Con El Angel". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYLZHP10pXo/SVt-zqGRUII/AAAAAAAABpw/1PaC_tZHKE8/s800/william+levy9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo getting back on topic, so despite my lack of interest in TV I have been fully aware about this huge transition from analog to digital TV and that people who were't prepared with either cable, satellite or a convertor box were going to be left with a fuzzy screen come June 12th. And guess which one of those categories apply to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you said "fuzzy screen" you are correct! Despite all of warnings and announcements I am left with a completely useless television.....and I am perfectly OK with that! I only hang onto my tv so I can watch my porn DVD's or occasional horror flick. Otherwise it is an expensive dust collector in my apartment. I have not interest in paying for cable either. What for? If I need entertainment I prefer to either leave my house or do it on my own terms (like play a DVD). If I need news, weather or want to see a new music video, I go online. TV became such an non-essential part of my life that not even being left without a signal has prompted me to take any action. Good riddance I say :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-3266480568651138385?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3266480568651138385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=3266480568651138385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3266480568651138385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3266480568651138385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/digitalized.html' title='Digitalized'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IYLZHP10pXo/SVt-zqGRUII/AAAAAAAABpw/1PaC_tZHKE8/s72-c/william+levy9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-2925079382628803778</id><published>2009-06-19T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T00:16:13.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 90's takes us back to.....the 80's?</title><content type='html'>The 90's novelty group, &lt;b&gt;Aqua&lt;/b&gt; (remember "Barbie Girl"?) are back wit ha Greatest Hits album apparently (WTF? Weren't they a one hit wonder?). Anyhoo, they have a new song and i am not ashamed to admit that I remember every single 80's pop culture reference they make as if it were yesterday! Yes, I'm fucking old but I don't look a day over 12 so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u28doz1rjM4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u28doz1rjM4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since it's been a awhile since I raved about my new favorite musical ditties, I simply HAVE to expressed my LOVE for probably one of the GAYEST and CAMPEST pop albums of the the year......."Disco Defenders" by Alcazar. Seriously, after listening to this album I can safely say a Cher's greatest hits album makes me feel more butch! They are huge in Sweden and other parts of Europe but have never really had much success here in the US. They have always been so deliciously tacky but their songs almost always have the catchiest hooks so it's hard to hate on them for their bad dance moves, Aqua Net hair and bad clothes. Just check out the latest single and you'll see what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tz3E8whY87w&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tz3E8whY87w&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-2925079382628803778?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2925079382628803778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=2925079382628803778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2925079382628803778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2925079382628803778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/90s-takes-us-back-tothe-80s.html' title='The 90&apos;s takes us back to.....the 80&apos;s?'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-649366744068549311</id><published>2009-06-18T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:13:22.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahi Viene Iris Chacón!</title><content type='html'>Last night was Sidetrack's anniversary party. It was a private affair but considering I am practically an honorary Sidetrack employee it wasn't hard to get invited. I went with Israel, my ex-gym Sister and his new Boy Toy. There was an open bar that I took advantage of with little shame. I had as many glasses of champagne my two hands could hold the entire night. I am not used to drinking like that during the week but the hangover today was worth the fun. I always get a kick the following day looking at the pictures I took while I was drunk. While I remember the night I don't remember taking all of these pictures. Nor do I know whose sunglasses those are. I hope I returned them to the owner in one piece! The title of my post refers to the VERY random video of Puerto Rican vedette &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iris_Chacon"&gt;Iris Chacón&lt;/a&gt; that was played at the beginning of the evening. Sidetrack rarely caters to their Latino crowd except for the occasional beefcake homemade gay video for David Bisbal's "Oye El Boom". Perhaps they played it in honor of the upcoming Puerto Rican parade in Chicago? Speaking of which, I always miss that every year! Well, pictures describe the night probably better than words........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/GermanZack.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/JorgeMeIsrael.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/MeIsrael.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Sunglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/BrettMeIsrael.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-649366744068549311?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/649366744068549311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=649366744068549311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/649366744068549311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/649366744068549311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahi-viene-iris-chacon.html' title='Ahi Viene Iris Chacón!'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-7650636144892526601</id><published>2009-06-15T22:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:31:46.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks alot you bitch! (LOL J/K)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YIOsIbqpR5s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YIOsIbqpR5s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are very few things, or people for that matter, that can make me cry. The last time I even got a little teary eyed was at the end of that movie "The Orphanage". Shit, I was gripping the couch trying not to cry like a little school girl, LOL. I think before that the only time I cried was during the the horror of watching Celine Dion do air guitar on Divas Live 2002/2003.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in the past few weeks I've been in a shitty mood to be quite honest. I keep chugging along because there is just too much shit to do for me to stop and mope. Nevertheless I feel like I have been trapped in my own little world that very few people understand, or even take the time to try to understand and I am sick of explaining. If after all these years I still need to explain my degree, career goals, and current situation pending graduation then I fucking give up, I'll just tell people I'm a prostitute. It requires less explanation I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, there is someone out there who no matter how far away she might be (and let me tell you that homegirl goes all over the fucking place) knows just when to drop in and brighten my day. I would try to do the same for her but I think the only place I am guaranteed to find her is ironically on my blog. Anyhoo, she sent me the above video and I confess I cried like a bitch. Thanks alot! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was a good sort of crying. The video is a very touching. And I did a double check in the mirror and my MAC cover-up is still intact so as long as my makeup ain't streaked I'm all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-7650636144892526601?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7650636144892526601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=7650636144892526601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/7650636144892526601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/7650636144892526601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/thanks-alot-you-bitch-lol-jk.html' title='Thanks alot you bitch! (LOL J/K)'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-3648571781186935358</id><published>2009-06-12T13:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:22:06.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open (Me) Cuba!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.opencuba.org/"&gt;Open Cuba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly encourage anyone who thinks the travel embargo on Cuba is ridiculous and outdated political garbage from 50 years ago to visit the above link and sign the petition to OPEN CUBA for American &lt;i&gt;turistas&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life (and bedroom) have been an empty shell without the presence a HOT and AUTHENTIC Cuban lover. These American born Cubans just can't get the job done. I need me some fresh island meat. So even is you don't oppose the embargo, do it for the sake of spicing up my sex life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-3648571781186935358?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3648571781186935358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=3648571781186935358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3648571781186935358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3648571781186935358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/open-me-cuba.html' title='Open (Me) Cuba!'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6232105527426187312</id><published>2009-06-09T21:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:32:02.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Plans</title><content type='html'>My "summer vacation" is over and I started my second to last clinical rotation this week. I am not too happy that it is in the ghetto, but I must admit it is one of my most unique rotations thus far. I am spending the next 6 weeks in an anticoagulation clinic. Patients requiring long-term treatment with blood thinners come for weekly visits and see a clinical pharmacist (or pharmacy intern such as myself) and have their medication doses adjusted based on a quick interview and blood test. This ensures the people either don't die from a stroke from being under medicated or bleed to death from being over medicated. I can't say this is something I would want to do for a living but it is a very good learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I have decided to hold off on my job hunt for a little bit. I have also completely re-thought my plan for moving. I think I have been thinking too short-term. I have been seeing myself in Miami this winter and that's it. No exceptions. Perhaps geographically limiting myself is not what's best for my future career plans. I already know that I want to do post-graduate training and finding an institution that will offer a two year program so I can specialize in a desired area is probably more important in the long-term. Regardless of what programs I apply to for 2010 I will need to find a job...ANYWHERE...for 9 months. However, I am opening up my search for post-grad programs to the ENTIRE country. New York, Boston, Miami, Chicago, LA, San Diego, Houston, etc. I have invested too much time and money in my education to settle for anything less than what will be the best for my future career plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6232105527426187312?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6232105527426187312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6232105527426187312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6232105527426187312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6232105527426187312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/change-of-plans.html' title='Change of Plans'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6074102038378017123</id><published>2009-06-08T16:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:56:22.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twice as Nice</title><content type='html'>So apparently I have a twin in Chicago. About 6 completely random strangers in the past few weeks have either asked if I was "just at a coffee shop on Halsted" or "out at Sidetrack on Tuesday" or "dropping off my shirts at the cleaners". In all of the examples mentioned, none of those sightings could have been me. I don't drink coffee on Halsted, I don't go out during the week and I haven't had any dry cleaning in years. What's even stranger is the look people give me. It's like they are confused or stunned and can't figure out why I look just like this other person but....I'm not! Based on these sightings I am sure this twin of mine is gay, in which case I hope to meet him and have sex. I always wondered how I am in bed and this would be the perfect opportunity to find out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6074102038378017123?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6074102038378017123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6074102038378017123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6074102038378017123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6074102038378017123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/twice-as-nice.html' title='Twice as Nice'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-8785852866225642013</id><published>2009-06-06T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:57:24.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Essay on Gay Equality by Jonathan Bannon Maher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jonathanmaher.com/equality/"&gt;An Essay on Gay Equality by Jonathan Bannon Maher&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-8785852866225642013?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jonathanmaher.com/equality/' title='An Essay on Gay Equality by Jonathan Bannon Maher'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8785852866225642013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=8785852866225642013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/8785852866225642013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/8785852866225642013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/essay-on-gay-equality-by-jonathan.html' title='An Essay on Gay Equality by Jonathan Bannon Maher'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-7763802092061982339</id><published>2009-06-06T13:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T14:16:17.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For A Change</title><content type='html'>I think Obama's campaign slogan continues to be true...and not just in political matters. I remember in the early 2000's when popular music was flooded with horrible hip-hop/rap. Every song sounded the same and you couldn't get away from Ja-Rule or Ashanti making cameos in everyone's song. About 2-3 years ago I started to notice some of the more important players of this genre begin to explore new sounds and take risks that would have been unheard of just a few years earlier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of Latin pop I was horrified as I watched the reggaeton genre choke the life out of the music industry. While I confess to liking a few songs, as a whole I think the genre was so fucking obnoxious. It was like the Latin version of the trashy gangster rap that was polluting the Top 40 radio stations for so many years. But the key reggaeton artists have finally realized too that you can't keep recycling the same generic reggaeton beat. People get sick of the same shit. So this week I picked up some of the latest "reggaeton" releases because I was actually impressed at the direction these artists have gone. The urban beats are still there, although layered on top of them is a lot of pulsating dance and electro influences. Unfortunately the same old tired video cliches exist. The excessive jewelry, flashy cars and half naked women is about as original as Paris Hilton flashing her snatch for the paparrazzi. Nevertheless I've been having a Fiesta Urbana at home this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy Yankee - Pose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6ISqMI4LiQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6ISqMI4LiQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisin Y Yandel - Me Estas Tentando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IKbRrkr1ipQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IKbRrkr1ipQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Omar - Virtual Diva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ESWLiFusZ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ESWLiFusZ0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-7763802092061982339?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7763802092061982339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=7763802092061982339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/7763802092061982339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/7763802092061982339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-for-change.html' title='Time For A Change'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-1035774774655591914</id><published>2009-06-03T23:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:27:17.535-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drag Me To.......Employment</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Xj-8RNMkUE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8Xj-8RNMkUE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so rare for me to actually have time to see a new movie in the theaters that I had to blog about this! "Drag Me To Hell" isn't as scary as the title might make you believe but actually borders more on camp/comedy. It's like a modern day "Evil Dead"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the movie I had the opportunity to finally go out with Fernichael and my Milwaukee Sister this past weekend, none of whom I had seen since my birthday! Our night out resulted in a near death experience when a drunk driver crashed into the parked car I was in but fortunately I was so trashed when it happened that I can't say I am too distraught by what happened.  I referred to these 2 weeks I had off as my "pseudo summer vacation" but the truth is I have had very little time to do anything fun. Last week I spent cleaning out closets and throwing out tons of SHIT! There was so much crap that had been moving with me from apartment to apartment over the past 7 years that it was time to get rid of it! If I haven't used it by now I never will. As for the stuff with some sort of value, I placed all of that crap on Ebay. I even sold my old iMac to a friend of mine who needed a computer ASAP after his was destroyed by a virus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I spent time sending out my CV in the hopes of finding a job. I am still concentrating on Miami. I heard back from two recruiters but it still might be too soon to look. They also told me that the job markets are extremely saturated in the big cities. If I don't find a job in Miami I won't be moving....however the job market isn't much different in Chicago either. I don't know where I will be come October 1st but I do know that I will not be renewing my lease. I like to prepare for the worse possible scenario. I may simply move ANYWHERE in the US if that's what it takes to find a job or I have an offer to live in someone's basement for free in Andersonville should I still have no job in October. LOL. I guess I am somewhat comforted knowing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally I am still in a crummy mood. My vacation has probably been the least fun filled vacation I have ever had, but I suppose that is simply a consequence of having to prioritizing and unfortunately going out and getting drunk isn't a priority right now. That makes my liver very sad :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-1035774774655591914?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1035774774655591914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=1035774774655591914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1035774774655591914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1035774774655591914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/06/drag-me-toemployment.html' title='Drag Me To.......Employment'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-1818290000803826911</id><published>2009-05-28T14:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T14:26:50.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy Thursday</title><content type='html'>So I have been catching up this week on all sorts of things. I've been cleaning out my closets, updating my CV, and catching up with various people. The weather has been really shitty the past few days with nothing but rain and clouds. I went to the movies with my &lt;b&gt;New Gym Sister&lt;/b&gt; but that was about it as far as fun stuff goes since the weekend. These past few days I have also been dealing with my annual case of tonsillitis! I was checked out at the Walgreens walk-in clinic and fortunately it isn't strep throat. It's more than likely a viral infection so I just have to wait for it to pass. I guess that's what I get for marching for gay rights in the cold and rain! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days have also allowed me some time to reflect on the current state of my life. I was so busy and so deeply immersed in my rotation at Rush for 6 weeks that everything else in my life turned into background noise. So I have been a bad mood these past few days. There are alot of things on my mind. I'm still frustrated with certain friendships and well, even though I am hopefully moving later this year, men too! My only comfort is that my homegirl Wanda meets just as many weirdos as I do so I know I'm not alone on this one! lol. I am also frustrated with the uncertainty of the rest of the year. Yes, it's all wonderful and nice for me to say what I WANT to do, but there are so many factors to be taken into consideration that I honestly don't know what's going to happen after I graduate in September. Will I have a job right away? Will I have to wait to move? Will I not move at all or will I end up somewhere completely unexpected? I am used to always having a plan and some sort of structure but this is the first time in my life I don't have the luxury of doing so. Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-1818290000803826911?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1818290000803826911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=1818290000803826911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1818290000803826911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1818290000803826911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/gloomy-thursday.html' title='Gloomy Thursday'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-1079253102200339147</id><published>2009-05-27T23:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:53:44.912-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more video....</title><content type='html'>This sums it up quite nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTFNlYp3n20&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qTFNlYp3n20&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-1079253102200339147?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1079253102200339147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=1079253102200339147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1079253102200339147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1079253102200339147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-more-video.html' title='One more video....'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-2908151857472693532</id><published>2009-05-27T11:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:44:12.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Won't Back Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Prop8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Prop8b.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it was announced that the California Supreme Court decided to uphold Proposition 8 (the gay marriage ban). Couples married before the ban would remain married. The reasoning behind the verdict was that this case was not to determine whether Prop 8 was right or wrong but whether or not such a drastic change could be made by popular vote. Nevertheless, there are already plans to bring this issue back to the ballot box in 2010. With the vote as close as it was this past election (52% vs 48%) it suffices to say the battle for equal marriage rights will continue. In 102 cities across the country there were marches and protests. I attended the one here in Chicago. I am not happy with the California Supreme Court's decision, however I attended the protest because I am angry like many other gays and lesbians that are disgusted that our fair and equal treatment has to be decided by the voting public. Minority groups should not have their fate left at the hands of the majority voting public. How absurd would it be if there was suddenly a proposition to limit the rights of Muslims in this country? Or the handicapped? Would it be wrong to go and vote on those? The ongoing dilemma not only in California but the entire country is that history has told us time and time again that the government can't promise equal rights for everyone......and then say oops, well except for that group over there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We won't back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfPNO7G7qqY&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vfPNO7G7qqY&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-2908151857472693532?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2908151857472693532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=2908151857472693532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2908151857472693532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2908151857472693532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-wont-back-down.html' title='We Won&apos;t Back Down'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-5653764289905213305</id><published>2009-05-26T10:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:48:17.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leatherfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Picture7-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I survived my last week at Rush and my final evaluation was very good.....so good that the critical care PharmD sent me an email telling me that he hopes I consider Rush for post-graduate residency training next year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doh! Now I have to rethink my move plans. Do I stay in Chicago and place all my bets on Rush, or do I still move and take my chances elsewhere? It's a tough call because I could get screwed either way. I think this summer, as I begin to look for jobs after graduation, will help me determine where I am going. My heart is set on Miami but I also need to be practical. I don't want to move without a job. Miami already has enough homeless people. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Memorial Day weekend in Chicago is my chance to partake in the International Mr. Leather festivities! The picture above is actually the same dancer from my b-day party. He was one of many beefaroni go-go boys at the House Of Blue's party on Sunday. I don't dare post a picture of what I was wearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I also made a visit to see my Gym Sister (who actually doesn't work out at my gym anymore but I don't feel like giving him a new name) at Circuit for &lt;b&gt;Madonna Night&lt;/b&gt;! Yes, it was all Madonna, all night. And my gym sister did a fierce job bartending in man-drag as the "Like A Virgin" Madonna. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Picture6-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-5653764289905213305?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5653764289905213305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=5653764289905213305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/5653764289905213305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/5653764289905213305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/leatherfied.html' title='Leatherfied'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6903694576954439443</id><published>2009-05-18T17:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:28:51.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surving Sepsis</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.esicm.org/images/contenu/logo/survivingsepsis.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say I have been busy the past 6 weeks would be a complete and total understatement. Never in my life have I had so much to do. There have been days when I literally forget to turn on my phone. What's weird is I have been so busy I didn't even realize until today that some people I have not seen or spoken with in over a month. And get ready for this shocker.........I don't think I have had one drop of alcohol since my birthday! Now that is amazing! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not complaining though. This is my last week in Rush University Medical Center's intensive care unit and WOW have I learned alot. I feel like I recite the "Surviving Sepsis Campaign" guidelines in my sleep! I've presented a journal on tight glycemic control in the ICU, a patient case presentation on Staph aureus bacteremia in a hemodialysis patient and given an inservice on vasopressor and inotropic support in septic shock patients to the medical residents in the ICU. I am by no means a critical care PharmD expert just yet but I think I have a good knowledge base to build on. I will have two weeks off starting this weekend and I am excited. I have no vacations planned but I look forward to not having to wake up every morning at 4:30AM! I also will be busy as I begin the official process of job hunting. Granted I don't graduate for another 3 months but it doesn't hurt to get a head start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6903694576954439443?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6903694576954439443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6903694576954439443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6903694576954439443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6903694576954439443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/surving-sepsis.html' title='Surving Sepsis'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-69730251723131960</id><published>2009-05-09T09:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T09:42:22.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never too busy for Sophie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1wnAaIVvcs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1wnAaIVvcs&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie Ellis Bextor is the most beautiful woman on pop music! I love her snooty English accent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-69730251723131960?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/69730251723131960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=69730251723131960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/69730251723131960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/69730251723131960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-too-busy-for-sophie.html' title='Never too busy for Sophie!'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-4444543273444420892</id><published>2009-05-01T18:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:34:05.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Kelly Takes Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7r8oNvNExeQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7r8oNvNExeQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kelly Rowland&lt;/b&gt; was always my favorite member Destiny's Child. Despite the fact she usually got stuck with the dyke weaves and her few solo verses were ruined by Beyonce's yelping, deep down I always knew that she was the truly talented one. Granted, her solo albums were rather disappointing minus a few brilliant singles sprinkled in, I knew it was only a matter of time before Kelly would finally break free from the clutches of the evil Knowles Family! Kelly ended her management deal with Beyonce's father and left her record label. The result? We now see Kelly with some kick ass weave belting out tunes that no one would have ever expected her to do! Her popularity overseas is on the rise. She recently did duets with &lt;b&gt;Nadiya&lt;/b&gt;, a popular French singer and a &lt;b&gt;Tizianno Ferro&lt;/b&gt;  a popular Italian singer. Well, the video above is her recent live performance of her collaboration with super DJ David Guetta. I get chills just watching her sing that song! It's like she channeling Donna Summer up on stage! Watch out Beyonce! Your reign of terror is coming to an end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other slutty news.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my preceptor had to go out of town for a conference this week so yesterday and today I was able to leave Rush at noon and catch up on my sleep! I also caught up with other things.....like sex with the HOT medical resident I blogged about awhile back! I love how life works in such mysterious ways......and at all of the right times. My hottie doctor gave me a prostate exam I'll never forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-4444543273444420892?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4444543273444420892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=4444543273444420892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4444543273444420892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4444543273444420892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-kelly-takes-over.html' title='When Kelly Takes Over'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-2085912003957651627</id><published>2009-04-30T12:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:06:33.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gaythering Storm</title><content type='html'>Here's another parody I couldn't resist posting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="328" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_6eddb255b2"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=6eddb255b2" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed width="512" height="328" flashvars="key=6eddb255b2" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_6eddb255b2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/6eddb255b2/a-gaythering-storm" title="from FOD Team, Jane Lynch, Alicia Silverstone, Lance Bass, George Takei, LizFeldman, Jason Lewis, Sarah Chalke, Sophia Bush, and lauren"&gt;A Gaythering Storm&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/jane_lynch"&gt;Jane Lynch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-2085912003957651627?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2085912003957651627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=2085912003957651627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2085912003957651627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2085912003957651627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/04/gaythering-storm.html' title='A Gaythering Storm'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-117791851816796512</id><published>2009-04-27T17:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:15:59.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Civil Unions in Illinois</title><content type='html'>I know a few people from Illinois read my blog so I am kindly asking those people to please click on this link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.civilunionsillinois.org"&gt;Civil Unions Illinois&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are in a committed relationship or not (gay or straight) please go to this website to support extending legal rights and recognitions to committed same sex couples in Illinois. While this bill isn't exclusive to gay couples, it is currently the only legislation in the state that will provide some of the legal protection to gay couples that marriage does for straight couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes a few seconds so don't be a bunch of lazy bastards :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even in a serious relationship and had the time to do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-117791851816796512?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/117791851816796512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=117791851816796512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/117791851816796512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/117791851816796512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/04/civil-unions-in-illinois.html' title='Civil Unions in Illinois'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6884441121257515640</id><published>2009-04-21T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T18:09:43.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb Loser Pageant Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYV1aBDH7cA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZYV1aBDH7cA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before people call me a hypocrite for blasting Miss California for giving her honest opinion on national television concerning a controversial issue, hear me out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, why the hell was Perez Hilton a judge? Seriously, this guy is such a shit stirrer. I'm not saying the Miss America pageant is some sort of serious event that will solve the world's problems and feed the poor, but who's idea was it to have him on board?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I think the question was meant for him to be controversial and not actually be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I think Miss California is a fucking dumb ass cunt NOT because I disagree with her views. Kudos to her for being honest I say and based on the response of the crowd she wasn't alone on that one. The problem is that she never answered the question. Perez asker her if other states should follow Vermont's gay marriage legislation, why or why not. Miss California says that it is great the American people can choose. &lt;i&gt;Well sweetie, it was Vermont's law makers that made the decision. Not the people&lt;/i&gt; She then says that her up-brining taught her that marriage is between a man and a woman. &lt;i&gt;Once again dear, you aren't answering the question&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we still don't know. Does she think other states should follow Vermont's example? She claims it's great that American's can have a choice. She then mentions what her family taught her. So is she implying that one group of individuals has the right to limit the legal liberties of another group simply because her mommy and daddy say it's ok? Or is she saying that despite her own personal beliefs, Americans should have the option of gay marriage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss California didn't win because she was a stupid whore that couldn't take 10 seconds to properly answer a question that apparently she wasn't shy discussing. Sorry bitch. As for Perez, I don't think he should be pissed that the girl didn't give him a politically correct answer. He should be pissed that she didn't give an adequate response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I have been meaning to blog about this for awhile now but have been waiting for the right moment, I must say I am very happy to hear about the legalization of same sex marriage in both Iowa and Vermont. I spend much time researching this topic and it's always interesting to read what the anti-gay marriage conservative zealots always have to say. According to them what happened in Iowa is an outrage and an example of the courts shoving laws down people's throats. Apparently these individuals have never taken a government course. The three branches of government exist for a reason and the courts in any of the states where gay marriage has been legalize have done nothing outside of their jurisdiction. If court cases shouldn't "force laws down people's throats" as some so eloquently put it, I wonder if they also disagree with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown_vs_board_of_education"&gt;the Brown VS Board of Education verdict&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the conservative anti-gay marriage zealots (I like to clarify since there are conservative folk who could give two shits if the gay couple next door get married) don't seem to like when it when legislators draft laws to legalize gay marriage instead of the court system. Hmmm......nothing seems to make these people happy. I think I would respect the anti-gay marriage movement (or at least try to take them seriously) if they were at least upfront and honest and said that their motives have EVERYTHING to do with discrimination against gays. I would also have more respect for them if perhaps they could try to argue their point without referencing the Bible because this country is not 100% Christian and once one religion begins forcing its doctrine on people of other religious faiths....well, I think then you start messing with the US Constitution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, here is a commercial that is hilarious yet equally pathetic as it shows how far these people will go to spread their lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wp76ly2_NoI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wp76ly2_NoI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT....paradies of this video are popping up.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fqDyrVha7oI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fqDyrVha7oI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6884441121257515640?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6884441121257515640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6884441121257515640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6884441121257515640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6884441121257515640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/04/dumb-loser-pageant-bitch.html' title='Dumb Loser Pageant Bitch'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-7102719247687106397</id><published>2009-04-16T18:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:21:01.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn To Go</title><content type='html'>A few people have given me strange looks when I told them I keep a little bit of porn on my iPod for "emergencies". I think it makes sense. As much as I may want to watch the most recent "SAW" film, I might find myself alone and in a private place where a little iPod porn induced jerking could be quite necessary. Well, for all the people who have laughed at my need to carry a little Portable Porn wherever I go, I would like to point out a porn website I frequent. Apparently they too realize the increasing market share of porn for mobile devices...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Picture4-3.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-7102719247687106397?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/7102719247687106397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=7102719247687106397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/7102719247687106397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/7102719247687106397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/04/porn-to-go.html' title='Porn To Go'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-4732592786432751738</id><published>2009-04-14T16:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:48:08.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Hottie</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/2293487220_15e5990609.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my posts have been scarce lately because last week was busy as fuck. It was my final week at Weiss Memorial on my general medicine rotation and the pharmacy director dropped the bomb on us and gave us this impossible quality assurance project to complete in four days. Mind you, this was the same guy who for the past five weeks barely spent any of the time with us students. I was very disappointed by my experience there. The other staff pharmacists weren't very helpful and the hospital itself is poorly run. I wouldn't want to be a patient there, much less work there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have started my ICU (intensive care unit) rotation at Rush University Medical Center. Well after the first two days I can see this will not only be the hardest rotation yet but I am going to learn alot. My preceptor is the PharmD Critical Care specialist. He is well known in the pharmacy world but I am happy to report he is very down to earth and very concerned that I learn as much as possible. My days are long. I need to be there every morning at 6AM and if I am lucky I leave around 4pm. Fortunately, mixed in with all of the stuff I am learning there is a lot of eye candy. In fact, I bumped into this uber hot guy from my gym today. I had no idea he was a physician! I think we were both a little startled. I say hi to him at the gym but I have never really talked to him. Oddly, he really wouldn't be my type but now knowing he's a fellow healthcare profession his hotness level just went up 900%! LOL. Being able to discuss septic shock in the intensive care unit with a hot guy always turns me on! Grrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to have to be even stricter than ever with my schedule for the next 6 weeks. Putting in 50-60 hours a week at Rush, PLUS working the weekends, PLUS doing whatever outside reading/research I need to do for my rotation barely leaves me time to use the bathroom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-4732592786432751738?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4732592786432751738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=4732592786432751738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4732592786432751738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4732592786432751738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/04/hospital-hottie.html' title='Hospital Hottie'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3142/2293487220_15e5990609_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6043597852659449883</id><published>2009-04-13T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:56:16.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nutella Wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://seekingjohngalt.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/nutella.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My diet is generally low in processed carbohydrates. Granted when I get shit faced I tend to splurge but since I only get drunk once a month that isn't very often. It is very rare for me to buy sweets at the grocery store. I simply can't handle the sudden spike in my blood sugars! BUT....during my last trip to (the) Jewel I couldn't resist buying some Nutella. I had always been curious to try this product and I must confess that after less than one week half the jar is empty. I fucking love this stuff! I can't believe I never tried this stuff before. But I need to be careful! With 21 grams of sugar per serving this could mess up my tight glycemic control! I don't want to end up with diabetes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my other random thought for the day involves a wish. I wish I could sing. Well, I guess I can sing but I wish I could sing good, like American Idol finalist good. I wouldn't want to be a famous recording artist like Gay Aiken or Kelly Clitface.....BUT....for just one day i would want to be one of those jerks that shows up to a karaoke bar and ruins everyone else's drunken, tone deaf fun by belting out a tune with all of my 5 octaves! Seriously though, I normally hate people like that. Karaoke isn't meant for GOOD singers. Nevertheless, it would be fun to actually have a talent that I could show off....even if all of the drunk people singing Celine Dion songs would kick my ass afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6043597852659449883?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6043597852659449883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6043597852659449883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6043597852659449883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6043597852659449883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-nutella-wish.html' title='My Nutella Wish'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-670470407972788452</id><published>2009-04-07T00:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T00:41:24.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Over His Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tEcZSGUv_ng&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tEcZSGUv_ng&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in January I blogged about an absolutely HILARIOUS encounter with a former "friend" who literally ran the other way when he saw me at a club. I couldn't understand how after all these years he could still care about the way our friendship ended (especially considering he was the one who lied!) but I laughed it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my how things can change in just a matter of a few months! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran into this individual again at the most UNLIKELY place. This time we were both by ourselves and he didn't run away. In fact, his hands were all over me and his tongue was down my throat before I barely could finish asking him "So are you going to run away this time?" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things eventually heated up even more. You see, when I knew this person years ago there was always TONS of sexual tension between us yet we never did anything. I now regret this because I discovered this weekend he is well equipped! Anyhoo, to make a long story short, I left my DNA all over his face (much like &lt;b&gt;Cazwell&lt;/b&gt; raps about in the video), grabbed my belongings and left the poor boy with a bad case of blue balls. Normally I would followed through to make sure we both finished but this was simply one of those moments in life that are too good to fuck up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards I couldn't stop laughing about the situation. It was all quite ironic really. I never really gave much thought about this individual after what happened so many years ago, but in retrospect I must say I think he ended up with what he deserved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-670470407972788452?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/670470407972788452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=670470407972788452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/670470407972788452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/670470407972788452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-over-his-face.html' title='All Over His Face'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-3282837895979730821</id><published>2009-03-31T22:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:20:12.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morals are for pussies.</title><content type='html'>So last year I went on a few dates with an UBER hot security guard/cop from my job. He ended up being a complete loser so I severed all contact with him. I believe I even blogged about this situation.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, so I haven't seen this hottie around since then. I wasn't even sure if he still worked at my job, but the past week I have bumped into him twice. Both times his eyes lit up when he saw me. We didn't have time for much talking but these encounters suddenly got me thinking. Would I be able to go out with this guy again despite what happened? I won't deny the fact that I still think he is UBER hot. But, would I be disrepecting myself if I gave into temptation? Would this go against my good Christian morals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hell to the no' as Whitney Houston once said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not looking for a boyfriend at this point in time, but I already know this guy isn't boyfriend material. So, I essentially would use him for a free dinner and sex. We never did have sex when we first dated but I suspect it would be good. Once when he was drunk he admitted to having a large penis. While this is a comment 99% of men will make, I definitely believed him......unless that massive bulge in his jeans was a severely advanced case of testicular cancer. He was also an amazing kisser. So my homo instincts tell me it would be a good time in bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shall wait and see what happens...but I will be stocking up on the Trojan Magnums just in case!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-3282837895979730821?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3282837895979730821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=3282837895979730821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3282837895979730821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3282837895979730821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/morals-are-for-pussies.html' title='Morals are for pussies.'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-1385049060365817137</id><published>2009-03-30T16:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:44:39.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfrienditis</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a friend that suddenly developed "boyfrienditis"? The signs and symptoms are usually the always the same. The friend calls you all of the time to hang out, go shopping, get drunk at the bars and then suddenly he/she disappears. As you are about to call the local missing persons center you find out that the person has a boyfriend. This situation always irks the fuck out of me and sadly I must admit it has happened MANY times. It is partially for this reason I am "cleaning house" as I mentioned in my previous entry. I realize some people are big losers and their self worth can only be determined by being in a relationship but I do not appreciate being used as some sort of human Blockbuster that entertains the single folk until they find a boyfriend to tend to their codependencies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.....sometimes boyfrienditis can work to my advantage! For example, I have a friend who is currently in the most dysfunctional relationship ever. I know when him and his boyfriend are having a dispute because....well, this friend finally calls me after 4 weeks of not even acknowledging my existence. It goes without saying that this friend is one of my "high maintenance" friends. So when I look at the big picture, his case of boyfrienditis actually works to my advantage. Instead of weekly drama I only have to deal with monthly drama. My stress levels have been reduced significantly so I must thank the God/Allah/Buddah/Dannii MInogue for the dysfunctional relationships of those around me. I just hope they don't think I am going to cover the hospital bills when the next dispute ends in a fist fight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-1385049060365817137?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1385049060365817137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=1385049060365817137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1385049060365817137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1385049060365817137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/boyfrienditis.html' title='Boyfrienditis'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6839352021767955251</id><published>2009-03-30T02:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:45:31.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy</title><content type='html'>I LOVE &lt;b&gt;Keri Hilson's&lt;/b&gt; new album! I am so glad it finally was released. She caught my attention when she did "The Way I Are" with Timbaland two years ago but last year I fell in love with the first single from her solo album, "Energy". (here is a lovely dance remix video). I love the lyrics of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJfWuHEi8vI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJfWuHEi8vI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, the song didn't chart well so her album got pushed back. I am now re-falling in love with this song. Wow...I can relate. I think back to some of the relationships I have had in the past 12 years and they most certainly took all of my energy. Same goes for friends too. I am not perfect but when I sit down and think of all of the times I gave and gave and gave and got nothing but shit in return I can't help but to put on stilletos and punch my bitterness away (in between sets of casually choreographed hand movements) at my local boxing ring just like Keri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way I feel like I am at a point in my life where I don't feel like relationships or friendships are "taking all of my energy".   Despite the fact I am moving later this year, I am still actively dating. In fact I have met a really nice guy recently. He's handsome, a gentleman, and is amazing in bed. I don't feel obligated to do anything special for him. No gifts, cards, daily phone calls, no pressure. I love it. At no point am I feeling inconvenienced or, even worse, used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as "friends" go, well, it's come time for me to clean house (again). Not that there is anything wrong with that. I value my friends...but sometimes I need to stop using all of my "energy"  on some people when I clearly see that it is a waste. I'd rather focus on friendships that continue to thrive. Friendships are two ways streets and I unfortunately have made the mistake of going down one ways for quite some time now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to go listen to some Miss Keri now....she's turing me on (turning me on)..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6839352021767955251?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6839352021767955251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6839352021767955251' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6839352021767955251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6839352021767955251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/energy.html' title='Energy'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-1049254875681115707</id><published>2009-03-23T00:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T00:32:52.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple X Birthday Throwdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/EddieXXXInvite_Cens.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went all out for my "Dirty Thirty" birthday this past weekend. I had a pre-birthday throwdown on St. Patty's Day when my &lt;b&gt;Miami Fairy Godmother&lt;/b&gt; made a surprise visit to Chicago! The real party came Saturday night when I had official party at Delilah's in Lincoln Park. The night started out slow as the bulk of the guests arrived fashionably late, but by 9pm neither the unsuspecting staff at Delilah's nor myself knew what hit them! My guest of honor, &lt;b&gt;Wanda&lt;/b&gt; flew all the way in from New York and made sure the drinks were flowing and my fat ass didn't eat all of the cup cakes. A special appearance by the HUNGarian stripper extraordinaire, "Giorgio", made the night even more exciting. I honestly had no idea that I would get such an aggressive performance. Before I knew it i was handcuffed and had booty and cock rubbing all over me. It was interesting to see Giorgio then gyrate all over my &lt;b&gt;Pretty Lesbian Friend&lt;/b&gt;! I bet she never expected a face full of cock! The night ended with me (Caroline), my Sista M (Angel) and Matthew (Margo) performing to the Cover Girls' freestyle classic, "Show Me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night didn't go without any mishaps. I threw up about 4 times and made quite the mess on my D&amp;G jeans. My breath was pretty gross by the end of the night too. Luckily, I had time to go home and shower up before going to Circuit for more dancing and alcohol! So today I am sore and hung over....yet  I can still smell my HUNGarian strippers crotch everytime I close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and that is a penis water gun in the first pic.....not the real thing, sorry! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/bday30.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/PLFI.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/giorgio2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/megiorgio.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Showme.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-1049254875681115707?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1049254875681115707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=1049254875681115707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1049254875681115707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1049254875681115707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/triple-x-birthday-throwdown.html' title='Triple X Birthday Throwdown'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-8383047343619745549</id><published>2009-03-17T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T08:55:55.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Failed Suicide Attempt (aka Turning The Big 30)</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke feeling very different than I normally do. There was no morning wood or that wonderful refreshed feeling of having just slept 8 hours. Instead I woke up in a cold sweat and panic. Sometime shortly after midnight, while I was sound asleep dreaming of a naked Mario Lopez washing my kitchen floor, my youth quietly packed its bags and crept out the front door. Today was the day I knew would eventually arrive no matter how many wrinkle creams I used or teenage virgins I sacrificed on my trip to Haiti. &lt;b&gt;Today I turned 30 years old&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to keep my composure as I crawled out of bed but by the time I made it to the bathroom tears were streaming down my face. I felt completely defenseless against the cruel hands of time. I never cared if OTHER people turned 30......I just didn't think it should happen to me too. My attempts to dry my tears were in vain. I stumbled into my living room only to be confronted with pictures and momentos of my youth. I was surrounded by them and they stared back at me. They were mocking me. Mocking my descent into a geriatric hell. It was at this point my tears and despair turned into a motherfucking RAGE! I started ripping pictures from the walls, breaking frames, and destroying anything that even dared to remind me of the young and vital man I once was merely 24 hours earlier. Admidst the destruction I began screaming at the top of my lungs cursing God. How could he let this happen to ME? It was at that point I simply felt so alone, tired, and OLD that I decided to end it all and down the bottle of Flinstone chewable vitamins in my medicine chest. Much to my dismay the bottle was nearly empty. With only two vitamins left I decided that wouldn't be an effective suicide. I saw this as a sign to do something perhaps even more dramatic. I decided to throw myself in front of a &lt;a href="http://www.yourcta.com"&gt;CTA&lt;/a&gt; bus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 45 minutes waiting at the bus stop there still was no bus so I left. What the fuck is wrong with the public transportation in this city? Anyhoo, I retreated back to my apartment to think of a Plan C. To my surprise there were 2 police officers in my apartment. Granted the one was sexy and had a HUGE package, but I felt really embarrassed. Apparently all of the commotion I caused scared my neighbors and someone called the cops. I explained to them that everything was fine despite the fact it looked like Mariah Carey had just ransacked my house looking for the world's last bucket of KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the police left I went back in the bathroom to check my medicine chest one last time for ANYTHING that could put an end to my misery.....when something caught my attention.....or actually I should say something didn't catch my attention. As the tears dried I saw my reflection in the mirror and wow........I didn't see any fucking wrinkles! For the first time that morning I started to smile.....still no wrinkles or crows feet! I started to laugh and then I noticed how nicely my Dolce &amp; Gabbana pajama top snugged my torso and its 8% percent body fat. WOW, considering I just endured a mini-nervous breakdown and attempted suicide I had to admit....I looked fucking FIERCE! Suddenly turning 30 didn't seem so bad. I cleaned up the mess I made and got ready for work. I then noticed one of the hot police officers had left his number for me. Needless to say I got laid too on my 30th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm...I must say turning 30 is quite wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-8383047343619745549?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8383047343619745549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=8383047343619745549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/8383047343619745549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/8383047343619745549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-failed-suicide-attempt-aka-turning.html' title='My Failed Suicide Attempt (aka Turning The Big 30)'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-4606352786767838848</id><published>2009-03-13T18:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T18:37:26.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym Litter</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.yachigusaryu.com/blog/pics/gym_cartoon_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to a gym in my neighborhood. I am usually there 5 times a week. Even after I have had a really rough and exhausting day it is such a stress reliever to turn on my iPod and work up a sweat for 90 minutes. Even though I am surrounded by people, I feel like I am in my own little world for those 90 minutes. It's a lovely feeling really.....well, until I stumble across some &lt;b&gt;gym Litter.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gym Litter&lt;/b&gt; is what I call the people who come to the gym to do everything BUT work out. They linger by every single piece of equipment attempting to strike up conversations with anyone willing to listen about their irritable bowel syndrome, job promotion, bad knee, Lasik or gastric bypass surgery (or something else equally uninteresting). Some make futile attempts to pretend they are working out. While I respect them for somewhat using the gym for its intended purpose, this sub-class of Gym Litter also succeeds to annoy me and others since they stand in the way of the other weights or equipment so no one else can get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my gym is located in Chicago's &lt;b&gt;Gayborhood&lt;/b&gt; there is also the additional nuisance of Gym Litter that simply are looking for a hook up. I'm all for casual sex but some of these guys look thirstier than a Catholic priest at a Boyscout weekend retreat. They are fucking creepy and NOT discreet at all. Seriously, even a clumsy person suffering from muscular dystrophy could hold onto his towel better than some of these pervs. Honestly, if I want to jerk off in the steam room I would go to a bath house....not my neighborhood gym! Geez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-4606352786767838848?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4606352786767838848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=4606352786767838848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4606352786767838848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4606352786767838848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/gym-litter.html' title='Gym Litter'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-2670490880668553889</id><published>2009-03-05T21:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:41:44.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Malignant Senioroma</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard of students with "senioritis"? Well, I think I have a malignant senioroma! I still have 6 more months of clinicals but I feel like I am ready to graduate NOW! This week has been grueling. Although classes are officially over I had to be on campus three more days this week. One day was for immunization training. I am so proud that I know how to use needles now for purposes other than illegal opioid narcotic addictions. Yay me! The third day was for a clinical rotation orientation.....which was rather pointless for about a fourth of my class (including me) since we have already completed two rotations last summer. Today was my first day at my general medicine rotation site, &lt;a href="http://www.weisshospital.com/"&gt;Weiss Memorial&lt;/a&gt;. While I didn't do much the first day I am very eager to begin utilizing my superhuman pharmacy student powers to ensure safe and proper pharmacotherapy! You don't want to see a person survive a near life threatening bout of septic shock with a nasty bug like &lt;i&gt;Pseudomonas aeruginosa&lt;/i&gt; only to have that patient die of renal failure or end up deaf because the clinical pharmacist was too lazy to calculate patient specific pharmacokinetics of the amikacin and vancomycin doses and make adjustments as necesary per the Pharmacy and Therapeutics protocol. Hmmmm.....and if I only had a dime for everytime someone asked me why pharmacists get paid so much for counting pills and passing out medication. grrrrrrrrr......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I don't have much more to report. I think I found a nice friend with benefits to keep me busy until I move to Miami. Did I mention he's Brazilian and an underwear model? Yes &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Are_You_There_God%3F_It%27s_Me,_Margaret."&gt;Margaret&lt;/a&gt;, God really does listen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-2670490880668553889?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2670490880668553889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=2670490880668553889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2670490880668553889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2670490880668553889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/03/malignant-senioroma.html' title='Malignant Senioroma'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6914500516813952442</id><published>2009-02-28T11:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T12:10:16.091-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's OVAH!</title><content type='html'>Well, not exactly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to update my blog all week. Unfortunately I had final exams until Wednesday. Thursday my internet was not working and yesterday I spent my day running errands. I also have been cleaning my house out. Wow, I have, or I should say, had so much JUNK! I decided that I need to get rid of at least half of the stuff I have before I move to Miami this Fall. So I may have a four day weekend but I am not doing anything overly exciting. The good news is that classes are OVAH! And when I mean OVAH I mean that I have finished all of of my required courses. Starting next week I will resume the rest of my clinical training at various sites (hospitals, clinicals, pharmacies, etc) throughout Chicago until August. That will be challenging but at least I don't have to sit in a boring lecture hall anymore! Nevertheless I have enjoyed my time at &lt;b&gt;Midwestern University&lt;/b&gt;. During my undergrad years in Milwaukee I worked full time so I basically showed up to class and did the bare minimum to pass. I didn't really make any friends and I had very few chances to even get to know the faculty. I am even a bit ashamed to say that I had to work the day of my graduation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time at Midwestern has been different. Most people I know probably wouldn't realize it but I am a big nerd. I haven't simply been showing up to class, taking notes and going back home. I have been extremely active on campus....probably too active! I am proud to say that as a class liaison I have been able to develop a rapport with a majority of the faculty and the Dean. As class president I think I honed my people and organizing skills. Putting together a charity/fundraiser event takes SOOOO much work! But most importantly I am proud of the work I did with the student chapter of &lt;a href="http://www.ichpnet.org"&gt;ICHP&lt;/a&gt;. The networking I did will surely pay off but being a part of a professional organization really made me understand the difference between having a "job" and having a "career". The picture below was taken with the Dean, our faculty advisor, and the president of the NATIONAL organization. I like to think it represents a culmination of all the hard work I have put in the past three years outside of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/ichp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less serious, more superficial news...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am LOVING my new Toyota Yaris! Shit, I have driven all over and still have a half a tank of gas. And as Fernanda pointed out, it's one of the Top 10 Gay Friendly cars! (I'm not sure who makes such a list or what constitutes "gay friendly" but I need something else to brag about)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have one minor problem with my Yaris. The tire pressure light wouldn't turn off so I had to bring the car back to the dealership so they could reset it. While I was waiting I wondered over to Barnes &amp; Noble and bought the latest &lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt; magazine. OMIGOD. The Madonna pictorial is FIERCE. I love the fact that she has morphed into this 50 year old cougar. Her new boy toy could be her son......and she don't give a fuck! LOVES IT! (and I must say, I wouldn't mind a boy toy like that....at any age!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/jezebel/2009/02/fass_madonna_13_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/jezebel/2009/02/fass_madonna_12_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/jezebel/2009/02/fass_madonna_11_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/jezebel/2009/02/fass_madonna_07_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6914500516813952442?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6914500516813952442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6914500516813952442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6914500516813952442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6914500516813952442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-ovah.html' title='It&apos;s OVAH!'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-2309483614169665608</id><published>2009-02-23T22:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:41:50.198-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Darkside</title><content type='html'>At times I think I can be a little self absorbed (ok, alot of times, LOL). BUT sometimes I like to step away and observe. I like to take the opportunity to see what's going on when nobody notices. The things you can learn about people when they don't think anyone is watching them is amazing.  Actually, it can be down right shocking. I sometimes wonder how many people out there are living a double life. They show one face to family and friends and then........their darkside comes out in front of people other than family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkside. How many of us have one? How man of us want to keep it hidden? How many of us wish we could indulge in it more often?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to spend more time observing. The things I am learning about people around me is absolutely fascinating.....if not a little worrisome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UnE3-0X-174&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UnE3-0X-174&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-2309483614169665608?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2309483614169665608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=2309483614169665608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2309483614169665608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2309483614169665608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/02/darkside.html' title='The Darkside'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-4995156214293582866</id><published>2009-02-19T14:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T16:10:32.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Made Up My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yigAUmsEtA0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yigAUmsEtA0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freestyle_music"&gt;Freestyle&lt;/a&gt; singer Safire once said....I made up my mind! For the past few months I have been hesitant to say whether or not I plan on moving to Miami this Fall. I have kept saying "I'm pretty sure but...." or "I'm 99% sure but.....". Well, I have made my final decision and I have no more doubts. This October I am saying good bye to Chicago and heading for the Sunshine Sate. This unfortunately means that I must break things off with Mario. It simply doesn't make any sense to date someone when I know I will be leaving in 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My friends who know me well have wished me the best, regardless of my decision. My friends who apparently are so self absorbed that they obviously don't know me as well as they think have given me more than their two cents as to why I should or shouldn't move. You know, I get irked when people seem to think they know what's best for me. Especially when I either look at their messed up lives or even take time to reflect on the fact that I have done quite well for myself. If I am making such poor decisions all of the time why do I have my shit together? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, to celebrate having my shit together, my impending birthday and graduation this year I made another decision...........a &lt;b&gt;2009 Toyota Yaris!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.jalopnik.com/cars/assets/resources/2007/07/Toyota-Yaris-Gay-Wheels.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to spend $800 on maintenance for my old car. I planned on buying a new car after I graduated anyways so when I did my calculations I decided I would actually be throwing away money at this point to invest any further in a car I didn't intend to keep much longer. I have been infatuated with the Yaris ever since they were unveiled a few years ago. I love the tiny yet sleek design and it goes without saying that his car is VERY fuel efficient!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-4995156214293582866?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4995156214293582866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=4995156214293582866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4995156214293582866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4995156214293582866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/02/made-up-my-mind.html' title='Made Up My Mind'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6305504099986247852</id><published>2009-02-13T15:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:09:56.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Is In The Air</title><content type='html'>Just about any gay male single at any point in the past 10 years has tried the internet as an alternative to the bars to meet potential significant others! My experiences online have been very hit or miss and I have probably on more than one occasion made fun of online dating/hook-ups on this blog. Well, the online thing isn't all that bad. In fact, it's probably no worse or better than the bar scene, but there are certain online cliches that never seem to go away! Someone emailed me this and I couldn't stop laughing. How very appropriate with Valentine's Day around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/m_b7d42c37d5ae417bbbcd1b6efe9f85e6.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6305504099986247852?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6305504099986247852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6305504099986247852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6305504099986247852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6305504099986247852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love Is In The Air'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-3991598082044111765</id><published>2009-02-08T16:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:29:01.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Pie Is Fierce</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Low Carb lifestyle sometimes makes eating the foods I like a challenge. I have a sweet tooth and since sugar is a big "no-no" on a low carb diet (duh), I often find myself looking for alternatives. Fortunately there are many commercially available products that satisfy my cravings. Sometimes though, I need to improvise. Last fall I purchased whole wheat, sugar free pie crusts because I wanted to make a low carb cheesecake. Well, I ended up getting lazy and purchased a low carb cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory instead. So the crusts have been sitting in my freezer....until today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sal&lt;/b&gt; posted a "I'm a fan of pumpkin pie" on his Facebook page and that suddenly got me inspired to make my own low carb pumpkin pie. In theory, pumpkin pie is one of the most healthy desserts around. Pumpkin is loaded with Vitamin A and fiber! The problem though is all of the sugar in the filling and the flour crust most pumpkin pies are made with. So by using a whole wheat crust and Splenda I created a pumpkin pie that contains only 8 grams of sugar per serving! Shortly after taking this picture I tasted my low carb culinary masterpiece and I must say, it passed my Sweet Tooth's taste test! YUMMMY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-3991598082044111765?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3991598082044111765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=3991598082044111765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3991598082044111765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3991598082044111765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/02/pumpkin-pie-is-fierce.html' title='Pumpkin Pie Is Fierce'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-2560803082708309519</id><published>2009-02-03T23:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:10:31.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Profitable Pootang</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowlny/original/6_3_michael_phelps.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone is talking about Michael Phelps being pictured with a bong. Oh my fucking God. Who the fuck cares? Can we talk about what really matters? Like how I want to see what's under those tiny little Speedos? (Even I will admit though, it's a shame about the face.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entire controversy reminds me of a conversation I had with my friend, Michelle, one day. We were discussing politics and we both agreed that we tend to support the actions and beliefs of others that we may not necessarily approve for ourselves. For example, I think prostitution should be legal. If a woman can say she has the right to do what she wants with her body when she wants an abortion, why can't she sell her pussy too? Really, it makes sense. Who's business is it if she wants to make some pootang profit? If she gives the pussy up for free and gets pregnant she can go and abort the fetus but if it is proven in a court of law that she gave that pussy up for $50 she is a criminal? It makes no sense to me. I say legalize prostitution. I wouldn't ever sell my mangina but I completely support others that want to. Legalizing prostitution by means of brothels would actually help clean up the streets and put the abusive pimps out of business. Let's not forget about all of that taxable revenue the government could collect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me back to Michael Phelps. So he smoked some pot? Who cares? It's only an issue because our government has told us, much like prostitution, that marijuana is BAD. Would there be a big fuss if Mr. Phelps was photographed guzzling a 40oz malt beverage? Probably not because alcohol is socially acceptable and legal, despite the fact that alcoholism is currently destroying the lives and health of millions of Americans. Unless you drive or operate machinery while high, occasional pot use is probably less harmful than drinking or smoking cigarrettes. I personally don't smoke pot and have no desire to do so, but if Americans can fuck up their lives and livers with alcohol and think that is ok, I say let Michael light up some mary jane and enjoy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it is a crime that he hasn't done anything to fix that nasty grill of his! Geez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-2560803082708309519?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2560803082708309519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=2560803082708309519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2560803082708309519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2560803082708309519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/02/profitable-pootang.html' title='Profitable Pootang'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6565220540661929972</id><published>2009-02-02T22:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:44:54.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Supporters of Hate</title><content type='html'>So a federal judge has ruled that the records of financial supporters of Proposition 8 (those people who were against marriage equality in California for gays and lesbians) are public domain. Apparently many of the people and businesses who contributed to the campaign didn't want this information made public for fear of backlash and boycotts. How ironic, since these are the tactics many "pro-family" groups use to pressure corporations to refrain from supporting equal rights for gays and lesbians. I guess it's ok to spew hate and discrimination...as long as no one finds out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, guess what fuckers, your names are all over the internet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.californiansagainsthate.com/dishonorRoll.html"&gt;BIGOTS WHO SUPPORTED THE DENIAL OF EQUAL RIGHTS FOR GAYS AND LESBIANS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6565220540661929972?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6565220540661929972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6565220540661929972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6565220540661929972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6565220540661929972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/02/supporters-of-hate.html' title='Supporters of Hate'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-5452900376277244377</id><published>2009-02-01T09:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:45:52.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Warp</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.bobalanis.com/Visual/rocky/timewarp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear gay men live in a Time Warp. Whether they are consistently late (I'm guilty of this ALOT!), think a two week relationship is "serious dating", act as if life is over after 40 or simply can't tell time because they are too busy sucking cock, it is quite frustrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case in point: My lovely &lt;b&gt;Mario&lt;/b&gt; has been in Argentina for the past month. He went with his entire family to visit his grandmother and aunt (no Mario is not from Argentina, he just has family that lives there). Anyhoo, he will hopefully be coming back just in time for Valentine's Day. I have missed him dearly but luckily my sexual frustration has been minimal due to my hectic schedule. It was probably a blessing in disguise that he left. While our relationship is still in its early stages, I don't think I would have had much time to spend with him. Well, the point of my story is as soon as Mario's plane left the airport my phone was bombarbed with text messages from old fuck buddies/dates/tranny-lovers/sex-slaves/etc. I was amazed by their perfect timing. It's almost as if they had some sort of bizarre gay ESP that alerted them that I would be in a vulnerable state without Mario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, unfortunately for them I ignored and deleted all of the messages. I mean, it's been MONTHS since I had any sort of contact with these people. The funniest story, and probably the one that suffered from the most severe case of Time Warp Syndrome was a boy named Alex. I got this message just the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hey this is Alex! I'm sorry I never called back but I didn't save your number in my new phone and I had to look for my old phone. Do you still want to hook up?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial thought was "Who the fuck is Alex?". Even during my sluttiest pre-Mario moments I could keep everyone's names and faces straight. So I had no choice to respond. I was blunt and said I didn't know who this was. "Alex" responded and told me that he was the "Puerto Rican with the accent". Wow, at this point I really was stumped. I rarely meet any Puerto Rican guys. So the text messages went back and forth until he described the night we met..................LAST FUCKING JULY! OMIGOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tempted to be really rude and say something like "So it took you 7 months to call me back?" or "Are kidding me? You had a little dick and the sex was awful....and it was obvious you LIED about your age!" BUT I refrained. I politely told Mr. Little Dick Puerto Rican Alex that I am seeing someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Seriously, what goes through these gay men's minds? Do they have no concept of time?????????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh, whatever. thank god Mario is coming back this month! I miss my Boo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-5452900376277244377?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5452900376277244377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=5452900376277244377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/5452900376277244377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/5452900376277244377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-warp.html' title='The Time Warp'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-4555673675250847265</id><published>2009-01-29T13:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:18:39.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House Guest</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/n712385601_5622172_5606.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sal&lt;/b&gt; made his long awaited return to Chicago last weekend. I must say he turned out to be the best house guest I have ever had! I almost felt like I had a ghost staying with me for three days. I still had to worry about school so I couldn't entertain him that much but we did have time to hit up a new trashy bar in Chicago's West Loop and finish the weekend off with several musical throw downs at my house followed by mayhem and havoc on Halsted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/n6303266_34514120_3706.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Sal left and I recovered from my multiple hang overs I realized how far behind I am with everything school related. It makes sense I guess. First NYE, then my Sista M's b-day, then New York, then Sal. I never meant for January to be so busy. If anything I try to refrain from too many social events all at once while I have class. It becomes to hard to juggle everything. The next few weeks my ass is staying at home while I play catch up! I am also broke so I guess I have no other choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few other things to blog about but seeing I am short on time today I will save that for another day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-4555673675250847265?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4555673675250847265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=4555673675250847265' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4555673675250847265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4555673675250847265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/house-guest.html' title='House Guest'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-4352199616635907782</id><published>2009-01-25T13:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:47:11.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lt6PVVr4B04&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lt6PVVr4B04&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laugh it off let it go and&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up it will seem&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, &lt;b&gt;Hilary Duff&lt;/b&gt; is such a wise girl! A few years back I had a bad experience with a guy. The details aren't all that important but the gist of the story is he claimed he liked me, I liked him, he had a million lame reasons why we couldn't date even though he never hesitated to try to have sex with me or make out in clubs.....and then finally I discovered he had a boyfriend the entire time. I was very angry but as time passed the anger subsided and it turned into indifference. I chalked it up as one of life's valuable lessons and as Hilary Duff said, the issue became "so yesterday". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Friday I ran into this individual for the first time in over 3 years. I could care less what happened so many years ago so I thought I would just say hi. Well, not only did he avoid eye contact with me but he jumped from his bar stool and ran to the bathroom. I thought perhaps he hadn't recognized me so I followed him to the bathroom. He then brushed past me again. I made one final attempt to say hi and he bolted once again. I guess he isn't familiar with Hilary Duff's words of wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the entire incident was quite funny. I NEVER would have expected a reaction like that. It's quite amazing that after all these years I can provoke such a strong response in someone who to me is just one of many odd balls I have met in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend was fun. &lt;b&gt;Chava&lt;/b&gt; came to visit from California. He stayed with me and I don't think he could have been a more perfect house guest if he tried. I will post more on that later when I have some pictures to share....and hopefully a video too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-4352199616635907782?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4352199616635907782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=4352199616635907782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4352199616635907782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4352199616635907782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-yesterday.html' title='So Yesterday'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6609346910807877463</id><published>2009-01-21T18:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:55:27.497-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I live here, bitch.</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I made a semi-last minute trip to NYC. My &lt;b&gt;Homegirl Wanda&lt;/b&gt; moved there last summer and I have been meaning to visit him for awhile. Two things have been stopping me: time and money. Airfares to New York have been ridiculously expensive and with no more time off from school apart from 2 weeks in May until I graduate it's not been possible to get away. However, thanks to Dr. Martin Luther King's dream I didn't have classes this past Monday.....and the Friday preceding it I only had an exam review session that wasn't mandatory. So with my sudden 4-day weekend and the shear LUCK of getting a plane ticket for only $160 on &lt;a href="http://www.priceline.com"&gt;Price Line&lt;/a&gt; I made a trip to the Big Apple. This impromptu trip wouldn't have been possible either if it wasn't for New York's fierce trains and public transportation. I didn't have to wonder how I would get from the airport to the city or fuck around getting a rental car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanda and I spent the days taking advantage of the failing economy. Just about everything I bought was marked down to ridiculously cheap prices. Our evenings were spent in Wanda's apartment so I could catch up on my studying (I have TWO midterms this week!) and our late nights were spent at &lt;b&gt;G Lounge&lt;/b&gt;. My recollection of Saturday night in particular is quite patchy but let's just say I am glad I found Wanda and didn't get raped by the scary Pretto-Rican outside the porn shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back was a bit of a pain. My flight was delayed several hours. However, I used my time wisely to do more studying! I am such an amazing multi-tasker!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6609346910807877463?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6609346910807877463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6609346910807877463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6609346910807877463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6609346910807877463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-live-here-bitch.html' title='I live here, bitch.'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-2050860861661651603</id><published>2009-01-15T14:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:03:32.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>House</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/House-tv-show-48.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes get frustrated when I tell people (strangers or even friends) that I am in my last year of pharmacy school. I get frustrated not because I can't articulate a satisfactory description of what pharmacy school involves or exactly what pharmacists do in real life. I get frustrated because people who don't work in healthcare simply don't "get it". I suspect many people think I am getting some sort of two year associate's degree at a night school or they seem bewildered that pharmacists even have to go to school. They just count pills, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am going to let myself get frustrated over this anymore because I understand why people think this way. I rarely watch TV but the other day I happened to see an episode of "House". While I was amused by the characters and the plot, I was absolutely horrified by the poor representation of pharmacists and hospitals in general. It's no wonder people don't realize pharmacy is a doctorate/professional degree similar to what a lawyer or physician must complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The episode was about a teenage boy who presents with a mysterious a sudden onset of life threatening symptoms that none of the medical staff can diagnose. I had several gripes with the story that I am sure can be applied to any of these stupid medical shows on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It is true that the medical residents will sit in a conference room discussing patients. However, they don't have all day to talk about just one patient's problems. Even in a small community hospital there are probably more than just one or two sick people needing a diagnosis and/or treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Physicians do not do laboratory testing. The majority of them probably never step inside the hospital laboratory. I thought it was a complete joke watching these "House" actors sit behind a microscope, use hematologic and blood chemistry analyzers and run electrophoresis gels in an attempt to diagnose their patient. That doesn't ever happen in real life. Period. There are specially trained professionals performing laboratory testing. They are called Medical Technologists and that is what my undergrad degree was in so I should know! ANd one other thing, hospital labs are running hundreds of tests every hour....not just a few tests for one special patient. Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The hospital pharmacist doesn't stand behind a counter passing out medications and looking like an idiot. Pharmacists generally are rounding side by side with the physicians and medical residents making pharmacological recommendations, monitoring appropriateness of drug therapy and screens for adverse drug reactions or changes in lab values that may have been altered by drug therapy. The pharmacists who are actually in the central pharmacy are verifying orders and overseeing all of the sterile preparation of IV drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A Vicodin addicted physician just can't help himself to the hospital pharmacy's controlled substance vault. Well, unless he wants the DEA to throw him in federal prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A pharmacist even working in a Walgreens doesn't fill a prescription for "Cold Medicine" with "Gout Medicine". I'm sorry, but the writers of "House" must be fucking idiots to think even the most retarded physician would write a prescription that simply says "Cold Medicine", much less assume that a pharmacist wouldn't question this or mistake it for something equally retarded like "Gout Medicine". Drugs are prescribed by their name, does, and frequency. Not by the illness they treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, while I am sick of people thinking I am getting some sort of basket weaving degree or that the extent of my career will be counting pretty blue pills or shiny purple tablets, I guess I can't blame them for not knowing any better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-2050860861661651603?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2050860861661651603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=2050860861661651603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2050860861661651603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2050860861661651603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/house.html' title='House'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-3454327016696510974</id><published>2009-01-12T18:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:25:17.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice Deejay is LOVE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQTRNKIwu44&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EQTRNKIwu44&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear "Better Off Alone" I can't help but think of hanging out with my homegirl Reni in Milwaukee. When I met her in high school she was head banger and loved her death metal bands. Yet after 6 years of hanging out with me she could just as easily embrace the techno tunes of my music collection as she could enjoy the hellish sounds of Obituary (I believe that was the lovely name of the group she liked). Anyhoo, Alice Deejay will now have a new meaning in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Picture7-1.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday was my &lt;b&gt;Milwaukee Sister's&lt;/b&gt; birthday. We celebrated it at a trashy straight bar on Chicago's northside. Well, to make a long story short, while I was actually sober for once in my life, everyone else was trashed. At some point there was a conflict with another group of drunk people. Things started to get ugly. I was about to leave before a fight broke out....but shortly after my Milwaukee Sister told his cousin Libby to go kick some bitch's ass, the electronic blips and bleeps of Alice Deejay began to infiltrate the air. I immediately recognized the song and just as the robotic female voice began to sing the infamous chorus "do you think you're better off alone?" I was astounded to see that Libby was having a throwdown on the dancefloor with the bitch whose ass she was suppose to kick. It was if they had been friends for years! The joyous sounds of Alice Deejay brought peace and joy to everyone present! I am willing to bet any amount of money that a free Alice Deejay concert could even solve that nasty Israeli-Palestinian conflict in the middle east. I mean, who needs war anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Picture9.png"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-3454327016696510974?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3454327016696510974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=3454327016696510974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3454327016696510974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3454327016696510974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/alice-deejay-is-love.html' title='Alice Deejay is LOVE!'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6970677229931913212</id><published>2009-01-06T18:01:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:04:49.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Hallmark Hiring?</title><content type='html'>It always brings tears to my eyes reading the Craig's List Missed Connection ads. This is the best I've seen in ages. Seriously, this guy should write greeting card for Hallmark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;my ass dropping prince on AA Airlines from STL to Chicago 12/30 - m4m - 26 (you farted. ALOT.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"you sat next to me on the plane, row 19 maybe? you had the window seat i had the aisle seat. i couldn't help but to inhale your intoxicating farts you dropped before take-off. i knew, that you knew what you were doing and it really got me horny. are you into eating farts? i'd love to exchange anal blasts with you sometime. respond with how many skid marks you left in your pants so i know it's you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6970677229931913212?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6970677229931913212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6970677229931913212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6970677229931913212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6970677229931913212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-hallmark-hiring.html' title='Is Hallmark Hiring?'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-3611565318168950227</id><published>2009-01-01T19:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T01:08:42.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chicago Bucket List</title><content type='html'>Well my New Year's Eve celebration was a blast with &lt;b&gt;Fernicahel&lt;/b&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.sidetrackchicago.com"&gt;Sidetrack&lt;/a&gt;. Sidetrack seemed like an unlikely place to celebrate New Year's but I knew I would be in good company not only because of my friends but the fact that I am practically an honorary employee there! Not to mention, the staff always strips down to their underwear for these events! Hot! Below are some pictures for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Picture6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Picture5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Picture3-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Picture4-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Picture7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So normally I start the new year out with resolutions. This year I want to do something different. 2009 is a big year for me. I will FINALLY be graduating (god, I've been a student for all but two years of my adult life!) and I will be celebrating my Triple X birthday in March. More importantly, this year could very well be my last year living in Chicago. Nothing is set in stone just yet because I realize so much can happen from now until I graduate and find a job, but nevertheless I have decided to make a "Chicago Bucket List". These are the things that I want to do before I leave Chicago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://weblogs.newsday.com/sports/columnists/jimbaumbach/blog/marqee-welcome-to-wrigley-field.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Attend a Cubs game at Wrigley Field: Contrary to popular belief, Wrigleyville isn't just for the straights. I am pretty sure every year there is a gay outing to the famous Wrigley Field. Seriously, who goes to watch the baseball game anyways? It's all about getting drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat at the Soup Box: There is this cute, tiny restaurant I have passed a zillion times on Broadway between Belmont and Diversy. They specialize in soups and the aroma coming from that place is always heavenly. I finally need to stop one day and see if the soup tastes as good as it smells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bijoubucks.com/Affiliate/images/content_theater.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Watch an adult film at Bijou: I remember I once went into Bijou with a friend when I was 23. It was more like a dare if anything so I really don't count it. I think it is so fascinating that a gay adult movie theater exists in today's world of internet porn. I want to get some popcorn and watch a good dick flick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://chicagoguy.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/andersonville.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Midsommarfest: This a street festival that takes place every year in Andersonville. The only time I attended was as a volunteer. This year I want to be the one getting drunk and harrassing the volunteers passing out condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hubis.com/blog/images/Chicago2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Chinatown: I've only driven past this cultural enclave. What's wrong with me? Well, this summer I am learning how to use chop sticks and spending a day there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.asahq.org/images/Navy-Pier.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Navy Pier: I've only been to Navy Pier to see a concert and a movie. Ironically, I always tell visitors to go check it out. I want to finally see why this is the biggest tourist trap in Chicago!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-3611565318168950227?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3611565318168950227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=3611565318168950227' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3611565318168950227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3611565318168950227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-chicago-bucket-list.html' title='My Chicago Bucket List'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-5933426900170019092</id><published>2008-12-30T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:20:11.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bad, The Ugly and The Mediocre</title><content type='html'>I think 2008 was overall a very good year for music. When I sat down to think of the albums that were complete stinkers I could only think of two. There were also two other albums that I don't think were necessarily bad, but fell short of my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bad and Ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cover6.cduniverse.com/CDUCoverArt/Music/75/7687575.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Thalia - Lunada&lt;/b&gt;: Why do I keep buying this woman's shit? I must be a fool for not having learned my lesson. While her last album was repackaged and re-released with some extra songs and remixes that ultimately made it somewhat listenable, "Lunada" has been such a huge flop I don't see that happening again. Thalia sings over tracks that sound like really really bad Kumbia Kings reject tracks or songs that are simply so amateur sounding they sound more appropriate for a night of drunken karaoke at a Mexican tranny bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cover6.cduniverse.com/MuzeAudioArt/100/1047508.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Beyonce - I am Sasha Fierce&lt;/b&gt;: I don't care how many millions of copies this piece of shit sells. In my opinion the suction sounds of an abortion in progress would be more melodious. The songs on this album are simply a rehashing of her previous material. "Single Ladies" is "Get Me Bodied" all over again (which was "Krazy In Luv Part II" anyways). Her attempt to sing on the rock pop single "If I Were A Boy" is an embarrasing showcase of her lack of vocal range (let's not even mention how she stole this song from an up and coming singer/songwriter). And what pisses me off even more about this album is that in a few months she will re-release it with a bunch of new songs or remixes and I will be suckered into buying just like I did with the B'Day Deluxe Edition. Grrrrr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mediocre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cover6.cduniverse.com/CDUCoverArt/Music/84/7655184.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Donna Summer - Crayons&lt;/b&gt;: I love Donna Summer. However, I have to confess that her comeback album was a little underwhelming. It isn't a bad album, but unlike the B-52's she fails to update her sound accordingly for 2008. Songs like "Mr Music" and "Driving Down Brazil" are simply embarrassing with cringe worthy lyrics ("I got mah iPod!"). Oh dear. The dance songs, something Ms. Summer is known for, fall flat and come across more like upbeat elevator music. Thank god for the remixes. Despite those bad moments, the album is sprinkled with a few gems worth mentioning. "Stamp Your Feet" and "The Queen Is Back" have the same sort of spunk and feist Donna's older records have. Some of the slower tunes work very well, showcasing Donna's vocal talents that don't seem to have diminished one bit over the years. "Crayons" is just that. There are some icky colors mixed in with the really pretty ones but overall it's not that bad of an album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cover6.cduniverse.com/MuzeAudioArt/100/1022115.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Cyndi Lauper - Bring Ya To The Brink&lt;/b&gt;: Cyndi Flopper seems to fall into the same trap Donna does. This dance album fails to deliver dance music....well, at least dance music that one would dance to in 2008. Songs like "High And Mighty" and "Echo" have a promising start but fail to ever go anywhere. "Same Ol' Story", "Give It Up" and "Set Your Heart" seem to be stuck in a really bad 1990's time warp. I almost expected a guest rap appearance by Ya Kid K or Freedom Williams. All hope is not lost though. "Into The Night Life" is one moment of dancefloor brilliance. Ironically, where Cyndi tends to shine (pun intended) the most are on the less dancey songs. "Rain On Me" could give any of her 80's ballads a run for its money. It is simply lush. While "Rocking Chair" brings out Cyndi's zany side that has always made her the anti-pop star while "Grab A Hold" is easily the best song she has recorded since the 80's. This album doesn't bring anything to the brink but it has some great moments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-5933426900170019092?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5933426900170019092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=5933426900170019092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/5933426900170019092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/5933426900170019092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/bad-ugly-and-mediocre.html' title='The Bad, The Ugly and The Mediocre'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-2314396278812293779</id><published>2008-12-26T18:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:33:09.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 8 Albums of 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://cover6.cduniverse.com/CDUCoverArt/Music/73/7655173.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Playa Limbo - Canciones De Hotel&lt;/b&gt;: It took awhile for this Mexican pop band to release their debut album in the US but it was a refreshing change from the majority of the reggaeton polluting the airwaves. I've heard people compare this group to &lt;b&gt;Belanova&lt;/b&gt; and I still am not sure why. There are no pulsating synth pop beats here. Instead, &lt;b&gt;Playa Limbo&lt;/b&gt; keep the songs light and sweet with plenty of acoustic and melodic arrangements. The album as a whole flows well to create an absolutely sublime listening experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cover6.cduniverse.com/CDUCoverArt/Music/51/7611451.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Janet Jackson - Discipline&lt;/b&gt;: It seems like Janet will never be able to recover from that Superbowl incident, but the people who bothered to pick up her latest album know that she hasn't completely lost her pop/dance sensibilities. The pulsating lead single, "Feedback", paved the way for the rest of the album's pop gems. The ballads were throwbacks to Janet's hey days in the 90's and the uptempo grooves were a nod to the future. Even Janet's obligatory sex song, "Discipline" sounded quite refreshinging and brought back memories of her S&amp;M tinged "Velvet Rope" album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cover6.cduniverse.com/CDUCoverArt/Music/92/7645092.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Kylie Minogue - X&lt;/b&gt;: In my opinion Dannii will always do it better. However, regardless of the poor US promotional tactics (Kylie's performance on Dancing With The Stars was frightening) this album was one of my favorites in 2008. Some criticized the lack of "depth" reflected in the lyrics after battling and surviving breast cancer. Well, I say that I would rather listen to a good, solid pop album than some sappy drivel whining about how sick Kylie was. From the giddiness embodied in "Wow" to the complete ecclectic oddness of "Speakerphone", Kylie keeps the party going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cover6.cduniverse.com/CDUCoverArt/Music/20/7640520.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Madonna - Hard Candy&lt;/b&gt;: Similar to Kylie, Madonna's latest album had people either loving it or loathing it. The imagery and concept was a bit confusing at first I will admit, but much like God, Madonna works in mysterious ways. Underneath the delicious urban dance cuts like "Heartbeat", "Beat Goes On", "Dance 2 Night" and "Give It 2 Me" there is clearly something something else Ms. Ciccone wants us to know. Hindsight is 20/20 and we all know now this was Madonna's divorce album. Songs like "Miles Away", "Devil Wouldn't Recognize You" and "She's Not Me" aren't just catchy pop tunes, but the confessions of a woman in the midst of a failing marriage. Hard Candy is the most unlikely divorce album but it works well in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Picture1-4.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Deduplex - Sin Ley De Gravedad&lt;/b&gt;: This duo keeps their album short but sweet with only 9 tracks of synthpop bliss. They avoid bubble gum pop cliches (ie Belnova) without going the melancholy depressed route either (ie Moenia). They remind me a bit like the British group, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Client_(band)"&gt;Client&lt;/a&gt; with their well orchestrated album of electronic tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cover6.cduniverse.com/CDUCoverArt/Music/88/7754888.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Pussycat Dolls - Doll Domination&lt;/b&gt;: None of these girls are especially talented and their music is essentially a well packaged product delivered directly from the the record company. But you know what, who cares? If I spend $15 on a cd I want good music! This album delivers just that with the catchy hit singles "When I Grow Up" and "I Hate This Part". The party continues with other infections songs like "Bottle Pop" and "Watchamacallit". Kudos for the bonus disc of the deluxe edition. Kimberly Wyatt throw sdown with her solo song by covering Jane Child's "Don't Wanna Fall In Love"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cover6.cduniverse.com/CDUCoverArt/Music/29/7623429.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. B-52's - Funplex&lt;/b&gt;: There were several veteran singers and groups that released albums of new material this year after extremely lengthy hiatuses. I'll get to some of those on my "Worst of" list but right now I have to rave about the B-52's. Out of all the unlikely comebacks, this group pulled it off the best. Depsite the fact the members are all pushing 60, they came back from 16 year break to deliver an album that not only remains true to their zany new-wave dance rock sound but successfully update it for 2008. The debut single and title track, "Funplex" is absolutely brilliant. Cindy and Kate sound amazing and Fred Schneider is still doing.....well, whatever it is that he does! LOL. My only complaint is that album is too short. With such great material, 11 tracks isn't enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cover6.cduniverse.com/MuzeAudioArt/100/1050119.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Monica Naranjo - Tarantula&lt;/b&gt;: This album is nothing short of stunning (I can even overlook the Army Of Lovers rip off!). It plays more like a theatrical masterpiece than a music cd. Monica returns after an 8 year absence and delves deep in her soul and presents 11 stories that she meticulously narrates with her thunderous voice. Monica doesn't entertain with this album. She enchants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonus Pick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cover6.cduniverse.com/CDUCoverArt/Music/36/7715536.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mylene Farmer - Point De Suture&lt;/b&gt;: Despite my inability to understand her lyrics, I fell in love with French recording artist Mylene Farmer several years ago. One doesn't need to understand what she is saying to appreciate the layers of emotion expressed over the hypnotic and captivating melodies present on this album. Mylene effortlessly flows from the dark electronic landscape of "Degeneration" to the sweet and ethereal world of "Appelle Mon Numero".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-2314396278812293779?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2314396278812293779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=2314396278812293779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2314396278812293779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2314396278812293779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/top-8-albums-of-2008.html' title='Top 8 Albums of 2008'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-2544752798702110082</id><published>2008-12-25T06:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:34:22.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Muthaphuckin Christmas</title><content type='html'>This is my favorite Christmas song EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdSmzS1Fklk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdSmzS1Fklk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, actually I don't celebrate Christmas. I don't believe in Santa and I don't consider myself Christian. I might as well celebrate Hannakah if anything else. Nevertheless today has been quite shitty. I discovered that some asshole in my building ripped off the mirror on my driver's side of my car. I park in a secured structure so I know it was one of my "neighbors". I can understand if it was an accident but at least leave a fucking note to apologize. Motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I am looking forward to seeing Mario this weekend. He is going to be leaving for Argentina on Monday and will be gone for a month. Boo :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-2544752798702110082?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/2544752798702110082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=2544752798702110082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2544752798702110082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/2544752798702110082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-muthaphuckin-christmas.html' title='Merry Muthaphuckin Christmas'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6943732343852368739</id><published>2008-12-23T17:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T16:28:25.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 8 Songs of 2008 *EDITED*</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://aycu16.webshots.com/image/43815/2002961795021953396_rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;b&gt;Janet Jackson - Rock With U&lt;/b&gt;: Depsite its floptastic chart performance, I couldn't get enough of this song or its well choreographed and filmed video. I don't understand why Top 40 radio ignored this rnb/dance gem. This song was the perfect follwoup to Janet's "Feedback" which in my opinion was her best output in years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shout.ru/releases/madonna_give_it_2_me_frontcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Madonna - Give It 2 Me&lt;/b&gt;: Madonna's &lt;b&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/b&gt; will be best remebered for the iconic duet with Justin Timberlake and the record breaking sell out tour that followed. However, my favorite part will be this single. Simple lyrics layed over a frenetic dance beat kept this song on the top of all of my playlists. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/44/Shake_It_Metro_Station.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Metro Station - Shake It&lt;/b&gt;: This was the ultimate guilty pleasure for this year. I was initially ashamed to admit I liked something even remotely associated with Miley Cyrus but I don't care! How did these little kids manage to pull off such a cool 80's retro dance sound? They probably hadn't even been born! LOL. Shake it indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gowherehiphop.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/closer-ne-yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Ne-Yo - Closer&lt;/b&gt;: This single was brilliant as it was a throwback to the days of 70's disco soul but with a modern twist. Kudos to Ne-Yo for creating such an unconventional mainstream song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61uPEZ6%2BRZL._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Lady Gaga - Just Dance&lt;/b&gt;: Have you ever wondered what &lt;b&gt;Christina Aguilera&lt;/b&gt; would be like if she didn't over sing to the point of self-parody, had a head that wasn't too big for her body and actually recorded good pop music? Well, you would have &lt;b&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/b&gt; and her song "Just Dance"! This was a brilliant pop song that works just as well on the dancefloors as it does at home or on the radio. Sheer pop brilliance without any pretentious distractions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.remakeit.it/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/estelle-american-boy-remakeit-rmx.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Estelle - American Boy&lt;/b&gt;: I remeber stumbling across Estelle's 2004 UK debut a few years back and thinking to myself, "She has potential but needs better material". Well, this infectious song featuring Kanye West slowly crept up the charts and became one of my favorite tunes of the year. Much liek Ne-Yo, I love the modernized retro feel it has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/28gxx7q.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Mariah Carey - Touch My Body&lt;/b&gt;: Leave it to Mariah Carey to compose a song that would dare include "You Tube" in the lyrics. It's simply so bad that it's good! The video too is hilarious. While it may be impossible to find footage of her infamous ice cream TRL incident online anymore, Mimi isn't afraid to poke fun at her psychotic tendencies and big diva antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/thumb/c/c8/Single_NKOTB.jpg/200px-Single_NKOTB.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;New Kids On The Block - Single&lt;/b&gt;: A NKOTB reunion album and tour sounded like a really bad joke at first, but had surprisingly amazing results. Their album, and in particular this song "Single", gave them an updated sound that wasn't awkward or embarrassing, much like their 1994 attempt to reinvent themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I almost forgot about this one...shame on me! My bonus pick has to be......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myfoxwfld.com/myvoicedc/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/jennifer-hudson-spotlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jennifer Hudson - Spotlight&lt;/b&gt;: Jennifer must be a marketing nightmare for her record company. She has a huge voice well suited for musicals and theater (ie "Dreamgirls") but how do you take that voice and tame it for the mainstream without trying to compete head on with all the Beyonces and Rhiannas dominating the charts? Well, "Spotlight" is not only a catchy and lively song but it suits Jennifer perfectly. The thumping beat and smooth melody easily appeals to pop and RnB audiences alike without forcing Jennifer to "under" sing the song. She sounds brilliant and the dance remixes were fierce too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6943732343852368739?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6943732343852368739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6943732343852368739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6943732343852368739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6943732343852368739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/top-8-songs-of-2008.html' title='Top 8 Songs of 2008 *EDITED*'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.tinypic.com/28gxx7q_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-494962796195858870</id><published>2008-12-22T12:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:46:50.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let The Right One In</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ICp4g9p_rgo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ICp4g9p_rgo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the other night I was out with my boo , &lt;b&gt;Mario&lt;/b&gt; and after having a lovely Thai dinner at &lt;a href="http://centerstagechicago.com/restaurants/sura.html"&gt;Sura&lt;/a&gt; we decided to see a movie. &lt;b&gt;Century Mall&lt;/b&gt; always has cool foreign and independent films playing so we decided to head over there. Besides, it was so cold I don't think we would have survived walking any further. Anyhoo, the films at Century mall can be hit or miss so we read the synopsis for each one before buying our tickets. I was a little hesitant when Mario suggested that we see "Let The Right One In" (the trailer is posted above). The movie basically sounded like a Swedish version of "Twilight". A young boy befriends a little girl vampire. How corny, right? Wow, I was not only wrong to make such an assumption but the movie surpassed my expectations. The movie was a genuine thriller with some really creepy and at times extremely gory moments. Kudos to the makeup crew for providing some of the greatest bloody moments I have ever seen. Honestly, the entire love story played second fiddle to the much darker plot of the little girl vampire's intense appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario and I went out again last night and saw "The Day The Earth Stood Still". We were out in the suburbs so we had no choice but to see a big screen mainstream Hollywood production. It was a cool movie but I think I liked the vampire one better :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-494962796195858870?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/494962796195858870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=494962796195858870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/494962796195858870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/494962796195858870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-right-one-in.html' title='Let The Right One In'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-5132409706235068479</id><published>2008-12-20T17:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:28:45.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Sunday, Ash Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Ugh, I fucking hate winter. If the constant snow, sleet, slush and cold temperatures wasn't bad enough, I have to deal with constant bloody noses and dry ashy skin! I tried creating some humidity by taking a long steamy hot shower the other night but my nose just ended up bleeding in the shower. It was so gross watching big chunky blood clots go down the drain. Ewww. If this didn't happen to me every year I would probably think I had some sort of bleeding disorder. This is another sign that I need to move to a warmer, more humid climate. Fuck this shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dry skin is horrible too. I have to constantly apply moisturizer. Fortunately L'oreal has some great products. For my face this is my favorite one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.usabutikken.com/products/revitalift.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I have more bitching. The last time I stocked up on this I accidentally bought the "scent free" variety.....which ironically smells like a burning plastics factory. So much for the "scent free" claim. How the hell does the scented version have less of a smell than the scent free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr.....fucking winter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-5132409706235068479?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/5132409706235068479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=5132409706235068479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/5132409706235068479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/5132409706235068479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/bloody-sunday-ash-wednesday.html' title='Bloody Sunday, Ash Wednesday'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-6645629164169875597</id><published>2008-12-20T13:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:23:30.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Can Do? You can do me!</title><content type='html'>I love the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sugababes"&gt;Sugababes&lt;/a&gt;, but their music videos tend to be a bit boring. This new one is nothing crazy or innovative but I do love the eye candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F1oHp5Z9L88&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F1oHp5Z9L88&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-6645629164169875597?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/6645629164169875597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=6645629164169875597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6645629164169875597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/6645629164169875597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-can-do-you-can-do-me.html' title='No Can Do? You can do me!'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-8832149932116679064</id><published>2008-12-18T16:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T17:24:43.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>F.U.C.K.M.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.am770chqr.com/_Shared/CPContent/e120217A.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really like the new &lt;b&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/b&gt; album. It's not as good as 2007's "Blackout" due to a couple crummy ballads (seriously, Britney, a sappy ballad about your kids when you don't even have custody of them? LOL) but she still seems to be celebrating her place in the entertainment world as good girl gone trailer trash bad. I am almost ashamed to admit that I just now have figured out the double meaning of "If You Seek Amy". My mind is in the gutter 90% of the time so I don't know how I missed that one. Perhaps being with Mario is wiping all impure thoughts from my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's remarkable that I am a Britney fan at all. Years ago I couldn't stand the bitch. Both her and Christina Uglyera made me want to gag. Mrs. Uglyera still induces projectile vomiting whenever she tries to shove 15 notes in a span of 2 seconds but I have most definitely warmed up to Britney. I will admit, she can't sing live and her recorded vocals sound so over produced it like listening to a robotic Paula Abdul. Britney can't even claim that she writes the majority of her catchy material. Her record company enlists expensive and fancy writers and producers to make her sound so good. Britney is just a glorified country bumpkin that got lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was the people (and computers lol) that surround Britney that make her so popular, how come the same circumstances can't produce similar results in other artists? Paris Hilton, for example, is probably an even bigger media whore than Britney. She had top notch producers and the backing of a huge record label and VH1 to promote her 2006 album...........that no one bought. I guess Britney does have some sort of "x factor" that is required for longevity and continued success. perhaps I should give her more credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow, I am so gay for blogging about the secret to Britney's success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-8832149932116679064?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8832149932116679064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=8832149932116679064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/8832149932116679064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/8832149932116679064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/fuckme.html' title='F.U.C.K.M.E.'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-8873674758692066837</id><published>2008-12-16T13:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:56:32.085-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Milwaukee Sister Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Picture2-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my recent trip to Miami, my friends down there expressed how sad they were that they don't get to hang out with me more often. I laughed and told them that I actually see them more than some of my friends in Chicago. Case in point:&lt;b&gt;My Milwaukee Sister&lt;/b&gt;. He's the fiercest bitch I know but due to our hectic schedules (ok, well mostly my hectic schedule) we hadn't had a proper throw down since August! But to be quite honest, except for my friends at school or the few Secret Friends I have in the neighborhood or at the gym, I have rarely had a chance to see anyone else in the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we made up for lost time. There wasn't a bottle of booze (or a Selena doll for that matter) within a 3 mile radius that was safe from our alcoholic livers as we started at my place, wandered over to &lt;b&gt;Cesar's&lt;/b&gt; for Killer Margaritas and then finally &lt;b&gt;Circuit&lt;/b&gt; to mingle with the lesbians (don't ask but we got in for free and got discounted drinks....well, until I started to forget to order drinks for everyone else, LOL). I actually probably drank too much though. Next time I need to make sure to eat a full meal (with carbs!) before another Sista M outing. I am not exactly sure what happened during the last two hours of the night. All I know is I woke up the next day at my Secret Friend's house with an illegible message written on my chest in black ink. Bizzare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I am not sure what we were doing in this pic but I can imagine it was my attempt to practice what my face will look like post-Botox one day.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/n712385601_5086804_1131.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-8873674758692066837?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/8873674758692066837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=8873674758692066837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/8873674758692066837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/8873674758692066837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/milwaukee-sister-reunion.html' title='Milwaukee Sister Reunion'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-1639605896455206898</id><published>2008-12-09T12:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:11:15.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Borlando</title><content type='html'>So this is my second post written from my Palm Centro. My time spent in Miami was lovely as always but I have been in Orlando since Sunday for the ASHP midyear convention. The convention has been a great networking experience and I am also coming home with tons of goodies from drug reps (books, pens, notepads, and even a laser pointer! As for Orlando.........it's boring as fuck unless you like Disneyworld. So here I am with a classmate looking uber fierce in my Target suit. LOL. I normally wouldn't admit to wearing a welfare suit but it was an emergency! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Photo_12-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-1639605896455206898?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/1639605896455206898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=1639605896455206898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1639605896455206898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/1639605896455206898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/borlando.html' title='Borlando'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-3895724001358067133</id><published>2008-12-06T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:15:46.064-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tampon, FL</title><content type='html'>Contrary to the vulgar drunk voicemail my Sista M (and company) left me last night I am not in Tampa. However I am blogging from my phone for the very first time ever and I am posting a picture I just took with my phone. Modern technology is fierce, just like Miami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a24/chicago_sexbox/Photo_12-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-3895724001358067133?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/3895724001358067133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=3895724001358067133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3895724001358067133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/3895724001358067133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/tampon-fl.html' title='Tampon, FL'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13647428.post-4625613565084448722</id><published>2008-12-04T20:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T21:49:39.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex 4 $ale</title><content type='html'>I know it may seem as though I have been neglecting my blog and well, technically I have. This isn't because I am tired of blogging and I am on the verge of abandoning &lt;b&gt;Blogger&lt;/b&gt;. The problem is the past month I have been overwhelmed with life. I suppose that is nothing new but now that graduation is just 9 months away I feel like I am passing the point of no return and things are just going to get more and more hectic. I find myself having to make "to do" lists on a daily basis to keep up with my various class assignments, duties as treasurer for one organization, president for another and then the various professional meetings across the country I must attend. A few weeks ago I was a in Peoria, IL for a weekend for the &lt;a href="http://www.ichpnet.org"&gt;ICHP&lt;/a&gt; leadership retreat. This weekend I am heading to &lt;b&gt;Orlando (with a quick stop in Miami of course!)&lt;/b&gt; for the &lt;a href="http://www.ashp.org"&gt;American Society of Health-System Pharmacists&lt;/a&gt; midyear national conference. I will be representing my school's student chapter while I am there so I am very excited. This will also be a good opportunity to explore pharmacy career options and residency programs across the country as I continue to lean towards the idea of leaving Chicago after graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, the title of my post is not about my busy schedule. I would never make someone pay for sex with me. I have enough self respect to give it away for free. However, the title does refer to my latest batch of Ebay sales. One of my &lt;b&gt;Secret Friends&lt;/b&gt; recently took a job in Germany and moved away (ironically he is back in town for a few days while I will be in Orlando/Miami). Anyone who has been to my house knows I have a vast collection of porn, thus he donated his entire VHS porn collection to me since he could not take much with him to Germany. I didn't have the heart to tell him that his taste in porn is very different from mine and I probably wouldn't watch much of it. So, I decided to sell it all on Ebay. So far I have made $100! Lucky me! That pays for the two text books I had to purchase this quarter at school. I love porn and I love it even more now knowing that even the crappy 90's stuff can be so helpful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13647428-4625613565084448722?l=chicagosexbox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/feeds/4625613565084448722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13647428&amp;postID=4625613565084448722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4625613565084448722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13647428/posts/default/4625613565084448722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chicagosexbox.blogspot.com/2008/12/sex-4-ale.html' title='Sex 4 $ale'/><author><name>Sexbox</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16597384827678152057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jt2hzPZXFes/SkxE0JOoUqI/AAAAAAAAABk/aEWGs0QE6wg/S220/cartoonme.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
