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Wow! That sounds awesome! Congrats hun!

Well done.

Wow..... your neighbor is damaged.....

Jadded is fine and all.... I just can't imagine someone getting so hooked on just one facet of sexuality that one gets stuck in one gear like that.....


I had a very creepy exibitionist/stalker neighbor once.... nothing as twisted as videos of ex's vs dog action though.....

Congrats on the Spielberg film. I once had a dream where I accidently walked onto one of his sets and fucked up a really expensive shot. Gotta love thos acting nightmares!

Move to SF, life is much better here

If you ever want to start a conversation with someone in LA, bitch about LA. No one can resist and we all hate it. We came here for some reason, but can't quite remember why. We can't go back, we can't leave, there is something we have to acheive, but we aren't sure if that is what we want to do anymore, of if we ever did in the first place. In the end everyone just wants to be sourounded by good friends, some family and watch the sun set and rise. Whether we are rich or poor, famous and alone, or beloved and unknown, sexy or sexless, when the end aproaches, nothing much matters than the individual moments that tie the fabric of time together building the story of our lives. I have been stuck in LA for a good while now. Plenty of stories and fleeting moments,but so disjointed, and as you noticed, schizophrenic, am I a filmmaker, a photograoher, an editor, a writer, an artist, an easy date, an intelect, a dork, a sex toy, somebody, or nobody, or are we faking them all, putting on the face. I forgot who I am, or worse yet, who I was is no longer there and I am just a compilation of my masks. The projection has become real and the man in the dark theater can only sit back and watch. What I am saying is, "I hear ya" and like all Angelinos I have to throw my two cents in. Like I said, best way to meet a stranger in LA is bitch about LA. We will share a moment, believe for awhile that it will last and then remember the meter is about to run out. You know those meter maids, ruthless. Gotta go, don't want to get booted. And then maybe that's better, don't let it ruin itself, don't find out it was fake like every other time, don't get burned again, enjoy it for what it was, but it was nothing, just a moment, fragmented and detached. And while it is the moments that make up our live, it is how those moments tie together, build on eachother, and a moment that stands alone, isolated in an abyss of moments, is meaningless. Is it better to have that fleeting moment, or stick around since the pain and the letdown is at least more real, and though it hurts, you feel and it defines you, do you go back, maybe this time it will be diferent, just try one more time, maybe. When do you throw in the towel and run, get the hell out of LA, where the best pick up line is a shared disgust for this city which is only a metaphor to hide the disgust for their own lives which are just as fake. And once they admit it they feel like they have shared a moment of truth between two lost souls, the sex is great, really great, the mind goes blank and the only thing that can be felt is a warm breath on your shoulder, blank, the cell phone rings, reality sinks in and the wall goes back up, the facade is repainted, the charm turned on. What happened to the person from last night, where did they go, we had a moment, who are you? But then again who am I? What is more real, the fleeting moments of truth, or the humdrum of LA faux which consumes the majority of our lives here. We try to deny that it is faux, fake, a lie, therefore not real, tell ourselves it is just what I do, it isn't me, but a lie is real even if it's message is not true, it exists as a the lie and in LA we have to live the lie and anyone who says they don't is lying. It is just the truth and reality of LA. Wow, I can really go off on this topic, thanks for starting the conversation. I apreciate this moment to feel like I am real and I have shared it with someone, but damn it is getting me depressed. If you can't tell I am strugling with the idea of ditching LA. I had a job interview in Portland and now it seems to have fallen through, but I haven't given up hope. At least the job would give me a reason to leave, but I think I still want to go, I have nothing special here, and nothing special there, but they have damn good coffe and the people are real, I used to be one of them, but without the job, a rewarding teaching position at the art institute, I would be going because I gave up on LA, the prodigal son, did I fail at become something I don't think I ever wanted to be in the first place? I can't remeber what that was. I just want to be me, who is that, the guy you met at a bar trying to get in your pants, the guy sitting alone at a coffee shop trying to be interesting, the writer who writes nothing? Okay, I got to stop at some point. Reason is natualy cyclical and it will go on forever whether I stop typing or not. I will let what I have said percolate into the matrix of the collective consciousness and sneak back into the folds of my own mind. Thanks for listening, I enjoyed your post as well, obviously by my obese response. I don't normally post much, and was just browsing arround, glad I did,and glad I ended up here and reading your words, it sparked something. We need more sparks in life to get the fire started. Let it burn!!

[Edited on Nov 24, 2005 1:40AM]

my god...
words... words... words....
tired
ther r sexy pics...
take it easy

can i take a shower with you????

Damn, I hope next time you will come and see us. It's odd how you have to be reminder about how beautiful a place you live in, it's amazing what you take for granted.

Huh...another reason to never go to Myspace...

Damn, that was a hell of a burn.

no way thats not me ..you dont have caller id to find out who it is?

Happiness is infectious.

Mini-convulsions? How long had it been?

i was watching that the other night with the commentary on, pretty great. but that does it damnit- could you love a fat geek that's into fishing and video games?

the whole seattle thing is because im loving this weather right now. that and it's close to british columbia so i can get my fish on.

Thanks for the birthday wishes.
Dude...I can so not read your journal at work. All kinds of inter-office inappropriatenesses.

I feel that I owe you a Wonder Woman-Man picture.

[Edited on Nov 07, 2005 7:56PM]

hey, am i nuts or were you in old school?

Very few times do I just decide to go out on my own. I am an introvert, so it is hard to socialize, even though I am a social person. I guess it hard for me to meet new people on my own. That is what I am doing saturday. I am hitting the town by myself.

PS
I don't dig the shoes in your set.
But the Pearls are really workin'

My god you are one cute ass girl!

Oh fuckin A...

Hey Beautiful... hope you had a good Halloween. Sorry to hear that you've been dealing with alot of bullshit, but it sounds like you're doing a good job of standing your ground!! Take care. -Daniel

Sexy profile pic! I'm surprised that you didn't put one up with a JG theme in mind. Wait, that sounds like an idea for an SG set... *hint* Love your new shorts....

hey Beautiful!!! nice shorts... nice write too... -Daniel

kinda corny if ya ask me

...very much beautiful, but it serves to show how life is such a double-edged sword.