I just got the new John Doe CD in the mail. promo copies rule.
if you don't know who John Doe is, you need to get on that with the quickness. I drank Jameson with him in a seedy bar in Denver one night and talked about rock'n'roll and how happy he is that people my age love his band(s).
I have come to the conclusion that I am a namedropper. But it's cool. I try not to be an awful starfucker, anyway. I didn't go running down to Outside Hilton Head when Tori called me to tell me that Mark Messier was there on Thursday.
Oh, but I wanted to.
Going to see Million Dollar Baby tonight and see if it's worth all the excitement. At the very least, it's two hours + of Hilary Swank, who is my number 2 lesbian fantasy. If she or I were lesbians, anyway. I can always hope.
edit: because that movie made me cry, a lot. and want to hug someone. but the someone I want to hug is fucking working.
for some reason, even though that movie has very little to do with him, it made me think about what I like about this boy. because he is really not my type--and by that I don't mean physical (because physically he's an offshoot of my Ben Nichols crush, skinny and brunette, perpetually unshaven and guitar player's arms) but lots of other things. but what he is is someone who's willing to work long hours at a craptastic job so that he can spend his time playing and writing music. because that's all he wants to do, and he's good at it. and if he gets out of this tourist trap he'll stand a good chance at making it (and that is my professional opinion, and I am a professional, damnit). but mostly, because he's someone with a dream and I need that in my life.
so yes, I still think that he's not "the one," but everyone I date doesn't need to be "the one." Instead, they need to be the right one for right now, and right now I think this one is.
god, let's hope he doesn't read this and freak out. in either direction, really. luckily, if he doesn't have time for a flesh-and-blood girl, he probably doesn't have time for internet boobies, either.
if you don't know who John Doe is, you need to get on that with the quickness. I drank Jameson with him in a seedy bar in Denver one night and talked about rock'n'roll and how happy he is that people my age love his band(s).
I have come to the conclusion that I am a namedropper. But it's cool. I try not to be an awful starfucker, anyway. I didn't go running down to Outside Hilton Head when Tori called me to tell me that Mark Messier was there on Thursday.
Oh, but I wanted to.
Going to see Million Dollar Baby tonight and see if it's worth all the excitement. At the very least, it's two hours + of Hilary Swank, who is my number 2 lesbian fantasy. If she or I were lesbians, anyway. I can always hope.
edit: because that movie made me cry, a lot. and want to hug someone. but the someone I want to hug is fucking working.
for some reason, even though that movie has very little to do with him, it made me think about what I like about this boy. because he is really not my type--and by that I don't mean physical (because physically he's an offshoot of my Ben Nichols crush, skinny and brunette, perpetually unshaven and guitar player's arms) but lots of other things. but what he is is someone who's willing to work long hours at a craptastic job so that he can spend his time playing and writing music. because that's all he wants to do, and he's good at it. and if he gets out of this tourist trap he'll stand a good chance at making it (and that is my professional opinion, and I am a professional, damnit). but mostly, because he's someone with a dream and I need that in my life.
so yes, I still think that he's not "the one," but everyone I date doesn't need to be "the one." Instead, they need to be the right one for right now, and right now I think this one is.
god, let's hope he doesn't read this and freak out. in either direction, really. luckily, if he doesn't have time for a flesh-and-blood girl, he probably doesn't have time for internet boobies, either.
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I assume you're coming up to NYC to see the Raging Bull reissue...
Also, I share your respect for anyone willing to work shit jobs in order to pursue their passion and play music. Of course, there is always a price to be paid...