Oh my. September 9th? For real? It's been awhile I guess. Lots has happened. I'm quitting my job for one. I'm looking for a new one currently and as soon as I secure something with a good enough benefits package to handle the weighty burden of my multiple medications and "pre-existing condition" I'm gonna get the rock outta' Dodge. I'm fed up and I'm 30 now (that's right!) so I have to make a fucking move already.
Being 30 doesn't suck nearly as bad as I thought it would. I was told to think of all the people I consider to be the coolest people in the world and then ask myself, are they in their 20s?...See?! You can't think of any, can you? The only cool twenty-somethings are the ones that died tragically at that age sealing their reputation as tragically doomed -which as you know is supercool.
So I thought that was a brilliant strategy for dealing with 30 because it's the fucking truth. The coolest people in the world ARE in their thirties. Once you start thinking of people in their 40s you're getting dangerously close to baby boomer territory and everyone knows that they are fuckers.
I still don't smoke but I still want one. Always. Forever. Like say, right now. After seeing Shaun of the Dead last night (amazing -- no really.) we stopped for drinks at the Richland and in strolls the "Camel Guy" with his black bag of free goodies thrown jauntily over his shoulder like some arch angel of nicotine who'd come to kill me slowly in THE coolest way possible with sweet sweet free Camels of ANY type - lights, straights, honey-dipped choco crunch Turkish gold ultra lights...Anyway, it was a tough moment. Talking about my struggle got Scrappy thinking about quitting. It's not what I had intended so I felt bad. He didn't know whether to finish a pack, or stop in the middle of a pack, or plan it or wait for a sign or a deadline or what...SO I told him that I had thought of a way for him to quit in the near future without planning, so that fate decides for him -- that he should wait for the next time someone bums a smoke, give them the rest of the pack and say 'it's your lucky day. i just quit.' I could see in his eyes that he was considering it, but he didn't like the idea that it could all potentially go down before we even stepped out of the bar. Well, I think it was brilliant anyway.
Went for lunch with a favorite co-worker today and lo and behold she wanted to dine at the very same restaraunt where the lovely somebroadJEM slaves over a hot grill. So I got to see her and talk with her and it made me realize that I'm a fool for not keeping up with her better. Good thing for SG though. We're getting together and taking pictures on Tuesday. She's an aspiring SG and she fits the profile beautifully. It's been about two years since she's posed for me so I'm pumped. You hear that?! Pumped! We've decided on a theme and everything. Nothing like the prospect of photographing beautiful naked women to put a spring in your step in an otherwise shitty work day. So now above-mentioned co-worker knows I'm an amatuer photographer of cuties in the all-together. I'd be embarrassed if it weren't so awesome. JEM --- I DON'T have your number it turns out, so get it to me.
I'd say that makes up for almost a month of inactivity.
Being 30 doesn't suck nearly as bad as I thought it would. I was told to think of all the people I consider to be the coolest people in the world and then ask myself, are they in their 20s?...See?! You can't think of any, can you? The only cool twenty-somethings are the ones that died tragically at that age sealing their reputation as tragically doomed -which as you know is supercool.
So I thought that was a brilliant strategy for dealing with 30 because it's the fucking truth. The coolest people in the world ARE in their thirties. Once you start thinking of people in their 40s you're getting dangerously close to baby boomer territory and everyone knows that they are fuckers.
I still don't smoke but I still want one. Always. Forever. Like say, right now. After seeing Shaun of the Dead last night (amazing -- no really.) we stopped for drinks at the Richland and in strolls the "Camel Guy" with his black bag of free goodies thrown jauntily over his shoulder like some arch angel of nicotine who'd come to kill me slowly in THE coolest way possible with sweet sweet free Camels of ANY type - lights, straights, honey-dipped choco crunch Turkish gold ultra lights...Anyway, it was a tough moment. Talking about my struggle got Scrappy thinking about quitting. It's not what I had intended so I felt bad. He didn't know whether to finish a pack, or stop in the middle of a pack, or plan it or wait for a sign or a deadline or what...SO I told him that I had thought of a way for him to quit in the near future without planning, so that fate decides for him -- that he should wait for the next time someone bums a smoke, give them the rest of the pack and say 'it's your lucky day. i just quit.' I could see in his eyes that he was considering it, but he didn't like the idea that it could all potentially go down before we even stepped out of the bar. Well, I think it was brilliant anyway.
Went for lunch with a favorite co-worker today and lo and behold she wanted to dine at the very same restaraunt where the lovely somebroadJEM slaves over a hot grill. So I got to see her and talk with her and it made me realize that I'm a fool for not keeping up with her better. Good thing for SG though. We're getting together and taking pictures on Tuesday. She's an aspiring SG and she fits the profile beautifully. It's been about two years since she's posed for me so I'm pumped. You hear that?! Pumped! We've decided on a theme and everything. Nothing like the prospect of photographing beautiful naked women to put a spring in your step in an otherwise shitty work day. So now above-mentioned co-worker knows I'm an amatuer photographer of cuties in the all-together. I'd be embarrassed if it weren't so awesome. JEM --- I DON'T have your number it turns out, so get it to me.
I'd say that makes up for almost a month of inactivity.