betandy

Work has been nuts. So has my personal life. I am trying to recover from both. I am trying to calm down a little and take things less seriously.

I have contracted a shitty cold/flu thing and crashed early tonight. Now I am awake, can't log onto sg chat, and my houseguest (the fabulous Stu, a college friend who's come to make it in the big city - you get a lot of these type of houseguests in L.A.) just hit the hay. So I am here updating my journal and talking to my friend in Japan on IM.

Amazingly, I am too lazy to even form my own impressions of things. I had a different college friend visit (as in, visit only) this weekend and we had quite the ball. I will crib from his fabulous online journal in order to convey the wonder that is the Derby Dolls:

"Roller derby. Went to go see the L.A. Derby Dolls this weekend. It was really great. The Rolling Blackouts were shutting out the Pink Tuscaderos. The Rolling Blackouts - best name for a California roller derby team ever. Women in fishnets and short skirts (many with tattoos) colliding with each other. And they even had scoreboard chicks (I like to call them "scorewhores") dressed only in teddies, fishnets, and boots who kept score. But the best part was the cheerleaders, who were dressed in a similar manner as the participants and led the crowd in cheers like "I love pink!" All the roller derby girls had made up their own names - Jihad, Tawdry Tempest, Jenny Snide, Militia Etheridge. It was also a combination antique car show/local band venue/motorcycle show/&c. It was at West Coast Choppers in Long Beach and I saw a ton of motorcycle types there. I started taking pictures of tattoos and I took about 80% of a roll of film there in about an hour, and that was only after I decided to start taking pictures."

So that was courtesy of J., whom I also took to the Geisha house, a birthday party, Long Beach (for the sunset), Tiki Ti, and Kevin the Thai Elvis. This man is a brilliant sweetheart who makes me feel loved as all hell. (J., not Thai Elvis, though I am sure Kevin is a wonderful guy.) If only we didn't have such craptastic timing and live 3,000 miles away from each other.

In any case, it was good to get some favorable attention this weekend, because the next night I was unexpectedly ditched by someone I'd only just started to sort of semi-see, but was of course already clearly over the moon about. My heart was trampled on and I cried for a couple days straight, but I seem to be mending okay and I honestly think we'll be friends.

I suppose I really should be single for a little while after all of this stupid dra-mah, but the truth is I am thinking of getting back together with my awesome and talented ex-boyfriend. We have a lot of fun together, and he seems to have had a change of heart about me/us/our relationship since the last time we gave it a shot. I am of course wary of getting emotionally trounced again. I adore him, but is it ever really worth going down the same river twice? Said ex is aware of my recent heartbreak and is encouraging me to take my time, while still assuring me he'll be around. We'll see. I really think I've been making the right decisions lately about my "like life" (tm Angela Chase) but things keep going awry just the same.

Luckily Stu the couch-surfer brought excellent DVDS, including the Dead or Alive series, lots of Romero, Home Movies (which J. just got me into), the new Dane Cook, and Chinatown, which I have been craving lately for some reason. I need these video amusements now more than ever. And I haven't even gotten into the fact that we're on a collision course with the holidays, and this is freaking me the fuck out.

I am going to try to sleep. Night, all night owls.