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I saw a pretty black kitty on the way home last night. I petted it a bit and then it rolled over and I scratched it's tummy. It was nice. I like kitty.

There are some fuckers you should just beat down in the goddamned street. Like when you catch them stealing your fucking jacket and they say "You should just be happy you're getting it back."

That man does not appreciate how lucky he is. There are far more vicious people than I in the world and I hope this little fuck crosses one of them.

Sorry,...
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These things I know:

1) My back feels mostly healed and that's improved my mood immensely.

2) The Sandy River is the White Trash Riviera, and I love hanging out there on a sunny day.

3) Life is better when I've got a goal.

4) Goals are better when I've got a partner.

5) Everything's better when you're getting laid. (This is just a supposition,...
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I'm sorry, but I cannot get to you,
not in my 50-pound lead boots,
not in my deep sea diving suit.

This fucking fall-like weather is really starting to chap my hide! I want my summer fun, dammit! I want BBQs and trips to the river and lazing in the sun!

Maybe next week. Anyway, I'm finding my motivation seems to have left with the sun. Nonetheless, I'm trying to push myself to prepare some auditions pieces (including a Shakespearean monologue, which I haven't considered doing...
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The best mango ice cream ever is hand-made at the Viceroy of India on Devon street in Chicago. Man that's some good shit!

I am tired and drunk but happy to be back. Just did some more wacky theater stuff. It was fun if only to make me super-tweaked with perfornace-anxiety nerves. Which I actually kind of enjoy.

The season of fun now begins.

Sweet jesus, I feel so much better. Had a REALLY good talk yesterday with someone that I've been feeling unhappy about and I'm immensely relieved.

Also, fun was had yesterday at Pirate. I took lots of goofy pictures and, as usual, ignored the "Do Not Feed Whiskey To The Louise" sign.

Today I have the privilege of being Ryan's chauffer, and tomorrow I head to...
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The fox knows many tricks, the hedgehog only one.
One good one.
--Archilochus of Paros

One of my favorites from Lattimore's Greek Lyrics. But it recently occurred to me, do you think this was what the guy who nicknamed Ron Jeremy was thinking of?

I have a brilliant idea for a short film: it'll be called "It's a Wonderful Lost Weekend". In it a remorseful alcoholic, on the verge of suicide after a blackout binge is shown by angelic forces all the lives he touched and fun he had during his lost weekend.

I'm very tired after having a good time on Friday. I'm also putting off an emotionally...
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Okay, I've managed to wrest controll of my journal away from Creepymember! But beware of his return. Read his manifesto below and despair...
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Creepymember wants to:

Post adulatory messages in your journal that mysteriously shift into angry denouncements for no clear reason...

Apply to your local group without filling out his profile...

IM you about your bra size and ask if you have a...
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I did my Annonymous Theater performance this Monday. It's this thing where a play is produced with only the director knowing who's cast in it. The actors all rehearse seperately and arrive at the theater as audience members, stepping out of their seats at the cue for their first lines in the play. It's more than a little nerve-wracking, esp. in terms of getting your...
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Some things you know are going to hurt you, but you do them anyway. Heart's been a bit achey of late. Not broken, exactly, but a trifle torn perhaps. Caring about someone who forgets that you exist the moment you leave the room can be... difficult.

Truth is, I knew it would end up like this, I just hoped it wouldn't be this soon.

But...
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