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Darlings, you're proving more intriguing than I could have hoped! You have so many stories to share.

The truth will not set you free.

Now how to get through work with the monster hang over.

Apparently, this was rather a bigger deal to other people than I ever anticipated judging by the number of photographers who showed up not fifteen minutes after he asked the question.

I don't plan to go into too much detail in a public forum, since, I don't know half of you and I'm sure it's going to be some sort of page 6 story that someone wants the rights to but for the sake of writing it for myself.

He asked.

I said yes.

A very special dream of mine came true and it was the best birthday ever.
Only made better by spending it with the man I love.

Thank you. Always.

[Filtered away from Elena]

This year I have to do some Christmas shopping. Usually I'm a one stop shopper, you know, bottles for every occasion.

So now I have to pick out something that is absolutely perfect. I don't even know. It's foreign ground. No wonder people get so crazy this time of year.

I agreed to spend proper thanksgiving at my parents' since my brother and his husband aren't coming over to take over the kitchen until tomorrow.

I should probably note that this is the first time I'll have seen them since they kicked me out.

Nervous is a bit of an understatement. I think I might throw up. I'm not sure how to approach this.

I should have asked if I was allowed to bring a guest, too. I think I might just show up with one anyway.

This is awful.

I can't tell you how many suits I've put on and then taken off again. It's like I want to make the best impression I can, to prove that I'm far better off without their toxic influence, but none of them feel quite good enough or like they're giving the wrong idea and I just...I don't know.

It's getting harder and harder to focus, and I can feel my feathers ruffling and my wings are kind of twitchy. I might make a run to Paris before at least, or somewhere in Italy. If I show up with a decent bottle of wine, but that might not matter either. They might just wonder how exactly I got it in the first place when really I'm just trying to be polite or...ugh.

Yes, because of all the possible things that could have physically manifested from my dreams, a fast food uniform is exactly what I needed. Completely useful, thank you. Really.

The first series (yes, yes, I know I should be saying season, when in Rome and all that,) was a chore to work on. I hate to say it, but it was, and I was honestly annoyed to find out that we were renewed for a second if only because it would be not only another year of working with that harpy, but more possible tabloid rumors that she and I were (or are) an "item." They seem to have concocted this absurd will they/won't they/did they already version of my life that completely baffles me. She's a very lovely woman for someone else entirely.

Honestly, it's one of the things I truly do miss about working back home. People were much happier to butt out of my personal life and if they saw me on the street, generally I got confused for Gordon Ramsay which...I'm actually fairly alright with.

At any rate, my publicist decided I needed to get one of these net blog...whatever things, because she thought it would be somehow entertaining to read my commentary on whatever's annoying me at the moment. Should I say something horrific just for the sake of causing scandal? If you're looking for that I can promise that's really not my style. Perhaps you're looking for Charlie Sheen, but I'm not sure that abusive neanderthal actually knows how to work a computer or realize what words are actually coming out of his mouth for that matter.

It's times like these that I am so grateful for all that I have. I very nearly lost my daughter recently, but she is alive and well and I couldn't be happier.

It makes me realize what a short time I've had with her, and how rich these past few years have been. I did not realize what I was missing until she came into my life. I would not give up a moment of that.

I suppose I'm a little nostalgic, due to recent events and the closeness of her eighteenth birthday. Thank you for indulging me.

That moment when you realize that despite all efforts to the contrary, you are your father.

I feel like a goddamn failure.

Maybe I shouldn't because it was what needed to be done, but I should've fucking been able to stop it somehow.

If you need me, check the bar. If it's business hours, your best bet is Lux and no one gets to give me shit for actually conforming to that dress code.

When you order something online, make sure to pay for the fastest shipping possible.

Because sometimes things -- they just come too late.

It's lovely, though, isn't it? Meteorite. The most unique thing I could find.

This is supposed to be yours. I don't know what to do with it now.

I love helping out and being the face and sort of man in charge of the charities I set up, but I really hate when people come up with the "let's do a bachelor auction" idea.

I really hate it when they say I'm one of the bachelors.

So, if you'd like to "purchase" me in a totally offensive, vaguely racist cattle call, Saturday the 21st at the Hyrule Hotel in downtown Irvine is your day to do it. But it does support a good cause - Helping Hands. We help kids out who were in the foster care system for long periods of time by setting them up with lots of scholarships and grants so that they can go to college for as little out of pocket as possible. Education shouldn't solely be an enterprise of the rich.

Wow, People voted me one of their 50 Most Eligible Bachelors again. I wish they wouldn't do that, it makes me feel awfully objectified.

Hi, I'm John Clegg. Someone at a party recommended this site as a way to make friends since I'm kind of busy with work. It seemed like a good idea. It's nice to meet you all.

I set up an eBay account and have some of my paintings on there for charity to help out with rebuilding Vegas. People seem to give a shit about what I do because I had famous relatives, so if I can exploit that for charity, I will.