Jakob Karr on So You Think You Can Dance

I would like to officially submit my application to be Jakob Karr's husband. He is a dream.

Thank you So You Think You Can Dance for bringing Doodle's McDreamy to the small screeny.

SWOONy.

Where he is?

Surprise of the Century

His baby's name is Carter.

Mr. Mika Moodle

Dear Mika,
I get so weak in the knees I can hardly speak, I lose all control. Then somethin' takes over me in a daze, your love's so amazing. It's not a phase. I want you to stay with me, by my side. I swallow my pride. Your love is so sweet, it knocks me right off of my feet. Can't explain why your lovin' makes me weak.

Consider this the first proposal. I'm hilarious and you are crazy sexy cool. Let's get hitched.

Love,
Doodle

GAY PRIDE

HAPPY GAY PRIDE BLOGOSPHERE!!

Tomorrow will mark the 10 year anniversary of my very first gay pride parade. I can't believe it. My best friend and I had come out to each other and so decided to go to the parade. My parents were out of town so I didn't have to come up with any story; I could just go to the parade. What a wonderfully exciting time. I remember crusing boys in my too tight tank top and shorts. We met a group of really cute gays. But they were older (in their 20's OMG). One of them really took a liking to my friend and I really took a liking to the "intellectual" of the group, imagine. Anyhoo, it's fun to remember those times, but I would never go back. I don't remember how I explained to my mom about my sun burn. Hangin' out in the park with friends, or something. Not very long after that she and I had the talk. She was so wonderful. We went for a long walk around the neighborhood and talked everything out. As a kid we would always go for walks together or go bike riding. I cherish those times and it just made sense that that would be the way I would come out to her. She joined PFLAG and really wanted to be as supportive as possible, and she truly was and still is. She recently gave my email address to a "very cute" guy who came into her bar in Austin. He hasn't contacted me, but I love that she's setting me up all the way from Texas. Oh Mother. Anyhoo, tomorrow is the gayest of days. I'm going to try to have my 10 years of perspective in the back of my brain. Fun to look back and then imagine what the future holds. I think I would make a great husband...now to find the guy. Maybe I'll meet a new group of really cute gays who are older (in their 30's OMG).

Doodle Gay Doodle

Finally the gym pays off!

Well, I have lost about 12 pounds since embarking on this whole gym thing. I no longer cringe when I pass the mirror. I still throw up, but I don't cringe.

But seriously, I re-met a very charming fellow at the gym yesterday. We've seen each other around (at Marie's the first time), a random party in Brooklyn that Cricket took me to, etc. Well, it turns out he lives down the block at that fancy pants building on the corner (you know).

(hums Some Enchanted Evening to self)

;)

d o o d l e eeeeeeeeee.

One Year Blog-iversary Post 2(dle)

FIRE! Just kidding. Ha. I haven’t gotten a chance to see Friday Night Lights as of late because of all the rehearsals and such, but maybe I’ll try to watch it when it comes on next week. I don’t think my Grandma Schmidt would have liked a “program” about football in Texas, but maybe. She might have enjoyed a musical about recluses on Long Island though. That’s a little more certain. Gwenners, when are we going to see Grey Gardens? Let’s go soon. You have to watch the documentary first. Dooo iiiiit. Oh, and Gwenners, am I going to be your new gym date on Tuesdays now that Darladiva is never free and now I AM? Let’s work that out (ha). If we stick to it, perhaps we can fit into those cat suits we plan on wearing this Halloween. Perhaps. It’s a goal, anyway. And if we DON’T fit into the cat suits, we can just go as characters from Heroes (cuz that won’t be passé by October). Pshaw! Do you know what the stars say for me today? DO YOU? I’m speaking to all of you now, not just Gwenners.

“Things could be up and down for you today, dear Libra. You might experience some confusion as a result of communications snafus or computer glitches that affect financial issues you are trying to solve. Persevere and you will succeed. Don't be surprised if you are recruited to join a project that is totally new to you. You may be apprehensive at first, but you will do just fine. Go ahead and say yes.”

I hope this means I’m going to be in a threeway or fourgie soon. Do you think that’s what it means? It could also mean that I look like a kangaroo. One never really knows. Do kangaroos have strong livers, because that would be f’ing cool? Macoosh (who first inspired me to be a blogger) don’t you think that would be cool? You know who’s cool? Madame Renea Knight. And why? Because thanks to Macoosh inspiring me, and me inspiring her (she was also inspired by others, but I am taking the credit HERE) MRK now has her own blog. YAYYYYYY.

The last time I went to Marie’s was a lovely time indeed. It provided for a very eventful Sunday morning that was well spent. I don’t think that Joseph Gordon Levitt is Mr. Moodle, but he was a decent Mr. Moodle for right noodle (not Noodle, she will be mentioned in a bit). Also, not Mr. Moodle, it would seem, is Myster Ian. What up with that? Oh well. Can’t say I didn’t try, sort of. Well, I just have to hope that Mr. Moodle is here in the best city in the world, New York City. I think that is feasible. Niwa, do you think that is feasible? I mean, you met your Mr. Moodle here. He’s freaking hott. So hott I have to end this post for now...

My homo-logical clock is ticking and other schmidt

Maybe it’s this play. Maybe. Maybe it’s that my lease is up for renewal, and I may have missed the opportunity. Maybe my girlish figure is pumping too much estrogen these days, but Doodle wants to find Mr. Moodle and move into a giant one bedroom and make babies. Well, maybe martinis instead of babies. I don’t know. I’m feeling the need for (ew!) romance. Ugh. All this sexual politics and blah blah blah that I’m around every night in rehearsal is getting to me? Somehow a play written by a feminist regarding women’s roles has put a domestic bug in my ear. How is this possible? Get out of there you silly domestic gay bug! I’ll cut you buggy. OW! I’M DEAF I’M DEAF! What? I have no idea, I’m deaf.

Today is my one year anniversary of being cast in my first role in The Office. I don’t know what that means. It’s amazing considering the ups and downs of performing this role. Sometimes I feel like I should just give up all this acting and work in an office. Like an Equity children’s theatre tour. UGH.

Where is Moodle?

When’s it going to happen?

Can I get some booze poured in my face? GAWD.