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Um, moving on. I've shot two audition videos and I still need to do a third, and with Coralee! Have no doubt that when it comes time to beg the public to vote on my videos for this or that show or this or that gig, I will be duly begging.
Speaking of begging: COME SEE ME AT FLASHBACK! I'll be at this famous Chicago horror convention all weekend, shaking my undead tits and ass on Friday night, and spending Saturday and Sunday at the booths for The Flaming Dames and the World of the Weird Monster Show plus running around doing goofy videos
I am so exhausted that I asked my partner this morning if I ate breakfast (apparently five minutes after I'd put the cereal away). I also injured my shoulder -- correction: I reinjured my shoulder today, with the opening of my show five days away.
You know, I wait so long to update my journal because I always feel like I should have something more important to say. But then it becomes apparent that I have no life, and therefore nothing important to say, plus I still need to reply to 60-70-odd comments on the aging blog currently up. So I put it off until people start asking if I'm alive. I'm at that point now.
But there is some good news! I had three lizards at my store that were up for adoption, and the wonderful LostLucy gave the two adorable leopard geckos a wonderful new home!
I'm getting another reptile tank for free tomorrow from scarekrow so hopefully that will help convince my partner to let me bring home the third lizard, a tinytinytiny baby crested gecko with no tail.
Who knows of a great indie horror film that deserves much more attention than it's gotten? Especially horror films from regional festivals and the like? I have a reason for asking this, which will become clearer later.
I have run out of brainpower. The Salome is shutting down for the night (hopefully not before she's had a chance to cram more dialogue into her skull). So I leave you with a zombie picture:
Mother of God, after the month I've had/am having I feel like I friggin deserve a new tattoo. But I have to schlep every single piece of clothing, linens and fabric down to the closest dry cleaner on FOOT because we now have a massive bedbug infestation. I haven't gotten paid. My show opens Friday and I'm getting about four hours of bloodsucking bedbug-nasty sleep a night, even on the couch. I may have to replace my pillows AGAIN, as well as my couch and my mattress. Fuck, I don't even have enough money to pay for two tacos -- I had to have some random guy at the taqueria spot me a dollar yesterday. Professionally things are going well, but sometimes I really hate my life.
I'm fucking busy for an unemployed bum, ain't I?
Why do my legs pain me so, you ask? I'll tell you:
I'm gettin naked with the Flaming Dames burlesque revue, that's why. Although our run opens in late September, we're doing one preview performance at the Flashback horror convention at the end of July. You can get a discounted ticket if you just want to come in and see the show.
Now a bigger version.
Here is the latest episode of the Monster Show. I'm putting in both halves rather than relying on you to find the second half yourself on Youtube, because the second half features the Funniest Segment in the History of Ever. I mean it. Watch it.
Part 1 of 2:
Part 2 of 2:
Today is my one evening of rest before I have to get up and do it all over again. I need a nap.
I don't want to get into details, since I've already talked them over to death with LostLucy, but I think I may have sunk my chances with my girl. If she doesn't respond to me about our weekly Thursday date, then I'll just go out for our weekly Thursday girls night and drown my sorrows with alcohol until LostLucy needs to drive my sorry butt home in the Mom-Mobile.
SG Chicago ladies, who wants to come with?Pictures from a previous girls night, at Daven's event at LBC:
I noticed that quite a few members apologize for their comment, saying that they can't say anything about a set that hasn't been said before. Doesn't matter! Comment to your heart's content! Everyone loves compliments, and more compliments automatically = better. Besides knowing what a lot of people like about a set may inspire us for the future.
Although I do find it interesting that every time I have a set go live somebody discovers a pressing need to tell me what to do with my pubic hair and which shoes to wear.
So, as my darling Vivka said yesterday, it's a good day to be Salome. My set went live, I've got a paid movie gig today, and I got cast in the rock'n'roll/horror burlesque troupe The Flaming Dames! The competition was really stiff and there were only a few open spots, so I am totally jazzed.
I've actually got a lot on my plate now, between the Dames, the play I'm in, the Monster Show and *cross your fingers* the film I got called back for Saturday. I've also got two interviews this week. Whew, I'm not doing too badly, am I?
As always, prints are for sale -- check out my pics in the album titled "prints", as well as pictures from any Suicide Girls set shot by Steve Prue, which is all but the Easter set. Prints are $25 plus shipping. I also have modeling clothing for sale in the SG Sales group.
Since Second Chance Sunday seems to actually work, go comment on Vivid's rejected set, Bubblegum Royalty. There can never be enough naked Vivid on teh interwebz. More, I say! Hot damn, I love this girl!
Speaking of naked girls ... I need advice. So I have this girl. She loves to play but knows I'm not available for a relationship. I want to do something nice for her, maybe bring her a little present, but I don't want to send her any mixed messages. I think giving her flowers is too romantic and mixed message-y. Making her breakfast usually isn't going to work because one of us usually has to be someplace. Any ideas?
I have a new baby! Poor thing, his previous owner didn't take very good care of him and I had to take him to the vet. He's probably underfed and definitely dehydrated. Try giving a four-foot snake a bath, I dare you.
The cast meeting for my play is Sunday weeee!
Naked
My ulcer is never going to go away. I imagine my ulcer as a red little digestive firegoblin named Fred, named after an ex of mine who had an unparalleled talent for making things worse. Ulcers are great at kicking you when you're down. They like to flare up when you're stressed or when you're upset, i.e., when it's the last goddamned thing you need. My ulcer likes to ruin things I love, like alcohol and spicy food, poking me in the esophagus with its evil little pitchfork and mimicking symptoms of early cardiac arrest and sending me in for an EKG.
Kiss my pasty white ass, Fred. You fun-killing fuck.
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My snake, however, has no problems with eating whatsoever. He was such a good and sociable little boy at his birthday party Saturday -- yes, we had a birthday party for our snake -- that we fed him early. So emptied his cage as usual to signal he was getting fed, threw the mouse in, and our super-metal little baby ate him right up. But apparently he was still hungry, and damn near mistook my hand for another mouse. Fatty. So I drove back to the nearest pet store that sells feeder mice, 30 minutes away, bought another one (who kept tweaking out and I kept telling him in the car "Hey! Food! Knock it off!") and threw him in. But the process took so long that my snakie was already in a food coma and didn't even notice when the mouse ran on top of his little snake house. I said "Shesha! Wake the fuck up!" and it was so funny, he literally did one of those movie wake-ups, shaking his head like "wha?" Then he barely bothered to get out of his snake house to get his dessert. Now he's passed out over his heating pad. He's growing up so big and strong; I'm a proud reptile mama.
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I got some booty! I got some booty! I have Daven and LostLucy to thank, too. She gave me a red carnation and I gave her my panties. I was her first woman, too. As Olsen put it, score one for Team Gay! Cross your fingers she comes back on Thursday. *swoon* I highly recommend that pink-preferring women in the Chicago area check out Daven's event, because it's fuckin great. Also cheers to Lost_Lucy for being A#1 wingman, so to speak. I owe you. 
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Olsen takes really beautiful pictures.
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Howdy requires that I write six weird things about myself. I reckon I'm awfully weird, but when put on the spot like this I'm drawing a blank, gosh!
1. I lived in Russia -- voluntarily. (And I'm from California)
2. My man actually encourages me to sleep with women. How lucky am I???
3. Some people have children; I have a python. Yes, we threw him a 1st birthday party, complete with cake and beer.
I can't think of any others right now. I'm sure everyone else, especially SG Chicago, can fill in the blanks here. So tell me what's weird about me, and one weird thing about yourself.
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Critique my rejected set if you haven't already. If you like it and leave a comment as to why you like it, staff may buy the set and put it up on the front page. And pay me and Fatality too.
