Balls.
Well, my crush on Craig Ferguson is subsiding. He's such a goofy old guy... with an accent. Arrrgggh! I want to possess him! If only for a minute.
Went out to Katana tonight and did NOT have any sushi. It's mostly tapas so I got to dabble in some interesting faire, but mostly just got an amazing buzz on some unfiltered sake, some up cocktail and dessert with an Irish coffee.
I miss my old hood. I miss walking across the street at 11 p.m. for happy hour at Birds. Especially when Mary, the owner, was there and she'd set the bar on fire while Light My Fire played or have a hula hooping competition. I miss running into Andy Milonakis or Troy Duffy or David Carridine or Andy Dick. I miss the Bourgeois Pig and their overpriced coffee and tea and the baristas. Especially Chris who I can always count on to play Massive Attack or that sexy young redhead, Mikey Poo who I swear is held together by nothing less than a million freckles.
I'm having a birthday next month. I can't believe another year has slipped through my fingers. When am I going to decide what I'm going to do with my life?
My friend Bryan says he'll be back in L.A. for my birthday next month. I love that man. Love him love him love him. Not in any sort of romantic way that could possibly last... but I appreciate him so much. We've had a lot of strange ups and downs in our relationship... and he's one of those people who the longer I know him the less I seem to know about him. I have an undying interest in him that's based on curiosity. Formerly, it meant that I liked to push his buttons... now that I've grown up a bit -- and he's forgiven the madness I've doled out -- I have an honest interest in him. I love how I can have not seen him for... I think this last time was over a year... and being together again feels like no time has passed. We fall into step as if it were only yesterday. I miss snuggling up and watching Sponge Bob or Curb Your Enthusiasm until he kicks me out 3 or 4 a.m. I miss eating sandwiches on the deck and bitching about how the latest loser I've gotten mixed up with has screwed me over. I miss the way he can make me feel sexy no matter how I look (or how I feel that I look) without outright wanting me -- if that makes any sort of sense. Ah, Bryan. I miss you!
I can't believe I have three kittens. I cannot believe I have THREE kitten. What am I gonna do when they're three CATS?
Alright, it's jammy time. For PJs I've been wearing the Undertakers shorts that this dude I dated left at my place and a SexHounds.com t-shirt that Ron Jeremy gave me. That's another dude I miss. Ron Jeremy. He's one of the sweetest guys on the planet, I don't care what anyone says. We spent last Christmas together and he's gone out of the way to invite me out to events as his guest. Going out with him is amazing -- the way people react to see him is incredible. I don't think I could handle it but he takes it in stride. I remember one night we were out at a show. During the show the band had the spotlight on him and for the duration of the night there was a constant stream of people coming over to stick there head into the VIP area for a picture with him. After the show we were going across the street to a restaurant and every two steps, someone else stopped him for a picture or an autograph and he posed for each and every single one of them. And he's so down to earth. I'm going to have to call him and say hi. I don't think I've ever let him know how much I adore him.
Alright, Sam L. Jackson is on Ferguson and my bedwarmers (kittens) have my spot ready for me.
Night!
Well, my crush on Craig Ferguson is subsiding. He's such a goofy old guy... with an accent. Arrrgggh! I want to possess him! If only for a minute.
Went out to Katana tonight and did NOT have any sushi. It's mostly tapas so I got to dabble in some interesting faire, but mostly just got an amazing buzz on some unfiltered sake, some up cocktail and dessert with an Irish coffee.
I miss my old hood. I miss walking across the street at 11 p.m. for happy hour at Birds. Especially when Mary, the owner, was there and she'd set the bar on fire while Light My Fire played or have a hula hooping competition. I miss running into Andy Milonakis or Troy Duffy or David Carridine or Andy Dick. I miss the Bourgeois Pig and their overpriced coffee and tea and the baristas. Especially Chris who I can always count on to play Massive Attack or that sexy young redhead, Mikey Poo who I swear is held together by nothing less than a million freckles.
I'm having a birthday next month. I can't believe another year has slipped through my fingers. When am I going to decide what I'm going to do with my life?
My friend Bryan says he'll be back in L.A. for my birthday next month. I love that man. Love him love him love him. Not in any sort of romantic way that could possibly last... but I appreciate him so much. We've had a lot of strange ups and downs in our relationship... and he's one of those people who the longer I know him the less I seem to know about him. I have an undying interest in him that's based on curiosity. Formerly, it meant that I liked to push his buttons... now that I've grown up a bit -- and he's forgiven the madness I've doled out -- I have an honest interest in him. I love how I can have not seen him for... I think this last time was over a year... and being together again feels like no time has passed. We fall into step as if it were only yesterday. I miss snuggling up and watching Sponge Bob or Curb Your Enthusiasm until he kicks me out 3 or 4 a.m. I miss eating sandwiches on the deck and bitching about how the latest loser I've gotten mixed up with has screwed me over. I miss the way he can make me feel sexy no matter how I look (or how I feel that I look) without outright wanting me -- if that makes any sort of sense. Ah, Bryan. I miss you!
I can't believe I have three kittens. I cannot believe I have THREE kitten. What am I gonna do when they're three CATS?
Alright, it's jammy time. For PJs I've been wearing the Undertakers shorts that this dude I dated left at my place and a SexHounds.com t-shirt that Ron Jeremy gave me. That's another dude I miss. Ron Jeremy. He's one of the sweetest guys on the planet, I don't care what anyone says. We spent last Christmas together and he's gone out of the way to invite me out to events as his guest. Going out with him is amazing -- the way people react to see him is incredible. I don't think I could handle it but he takes it in stride. I remember one night we were out at a show. During the show the band had the spotlight on him and for the duration of the night there was a constant stream of people coming over to stick there head into the VIP area for a picture with him. After the show we were going across the street to a restaurant and every two steps, someone else stopped him for a picture or an autograph and he posed for each and every single one of them. And he's so down to earth. I'm going to have to call him and say hi. I don't think I've ever let him know how much I adore him.
Alright, Sam L. Jackson is on Ferguson and my bedwarmers (kittens) have my spot ready for me.
Night!
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i got to vacation in your old hood a couple of weeks back. loved that Bourgeois Pig, the cute youngster asked ME if i was an actor, which i thought was funny in hollywood, cuz you could throw a tantrum and hit one.
i told her my last feature film was in 1990. she said she was 7 in 1990. i knew it was coming, but it still stung