so i just slathered emotion lotion all over my swollen tits. hot times. its a sweet concoction of mimosa, jasmine and violet. i wanna lick myself like a kitty. i'm so hungry and tired i might just eat myself. and the slutty reporter will alert everyone, "girl eats her own sweet ass, tonight on fox news."

last night ruled. i went to cbgb to see treason rock out in his band, funeral crashers. there was a moshpit. some girl pushed me on the way to the bathroom. Really hard, as if she wanted me to ram my head into the wall and die. I see her around and she hates me. We have never even spoken. How ‘bout that. Maybe she just wants some. She should have spanked me then, instead of pushing me. WTF. She works at Knitting Factory, has blond dreads and a British accent. If you ever see her just say, “What’s up? You want some of Jordan’s snapper?” ahaha. I’m in a weird mood.

hyde is so sweet. we were standing out in the cold and she held me until our cab came. she's so real. i was talking about "Demonic" last night, the novel that frightened away two promising agents, and she said "that book is your baby, though," she totally gets it. i'm giving her a copy soon. we are going to check out a spot on thursday for my next set, which will probably be shot in a couple of weeks or so. it will be MUCH BETTER than the last set.

i want to start making films, that's a very big long term goal, and there are many short term goals that must be reached first, like, um, learning to use a video camera. but this new screenplay, "between hope and roebling," is coming along so well i'd love to eventually direct myself. we'll see. i will start posting it once its copyrighted.

dude, it won't be long before she's here

my name is earl is on tonight and that makes me happy.