I'm OLD! I was out at the club last night talking to these boys and age comes up. They're like, "Oh, what are you? 21? 22?" Nope. They say, "Wow! You're younger?" Heh. Nope. I'm 25. "Twenty-five!!?? No way! I thought 23 at the most!" And of course these were 22, 23 year old boys.
I guess that's a compliment, though. At least I look younger than I am. At the store the other day I got carded by two different clerks for a pack of smokes because they couldn't believe I was 25.
I wonder what's gonna happen when I turn 30. I'll probably freak out and get all kinds of "revitalizing" surgeries. Or, maybe by then I'll have finally grown up a bit and learned to take it gracefully.
Or, I could stop smoking and drinking and staying up all night partying and just... I dunno, do yoga and eat fuckin' vegetables?
Nah. I'm going to age well. Like my grandpapa. I'm going to smoke and drink and curse and party and still look and act like I'm 50 by the time I hit 80.
Lately I've been thinking I need to go get screened for diabetes. I've always experienced dizzy spells and gotten headaches, but it's gotten more frequent. I've also been more tired than usual.. though that may be attributed to my partying and not sleeping / eating right. When I had that job with medical insurance I went for a checkup and the doc recommended I get screened but I never got the blood work done. My mom is diabetic, too. So, it's likely. I'm so not interested in dealing with this. Dammit.
::sigh:: I haven't updated in a few days. What the fuck have I been up to? Oh, last night I went out to Club Vodka. It was a bit of an off night as far as the crowd and the line up. I had an okay time, though. Saw some familiar faces. Drank some beers. Wrestler Rob Van Dam came out to the club with his wife. I'd seen him at WonderCon and Wizard World L.A., so I said what's up to him.
Seanbaby is in town tonight and I'm looking forward to hooking up with him for some drinks and laughs. One of the last times I talked to him I told him, "Mr. Baby, you make my whole life roses!!"
He's such a good time.
Tomorrow afternoon I'm heading out to the Valley to meet up with one of my friends so he can do my headshots. I'm surprised that I've found a need for this. But so many people have been asking for a headshot or even a good recent picture of me -- and I simply don't have one. So, my friend Csaba is going to shoot some shots and he mentioned passing some along to his agent friend. Could be interesting.
My tattoo artist emailed me a draft of the tattoo I'm finally going to start getting worked on next month. It's fucking gorgeous! Absolutely took my breath away. I'm very excited about this. I've been going over and over the design in my head for the past two years. It's awesome how after spending an hour discussing it with her how she could sketch out exactly what I saw in my head.
The idea for the design came from the lyric of Tori Amos' song, Cruel. For awhile that song functioned as my "theme song", if you will. I have often been accused as such in matters relating to the heart. It's nothing new with me, my own mother was the first to call me on it when I was a wee thing. And it's not to say that I'm proud of some of the things I've said or done to others, I just need to be more mindful of my words and actions and the effects it may have on another.
i can be cruel i don't know why
why can't my balloon stay up in a perfectly windy sky
When I was breaking up with ex-fiance I listened to that song quite often. I'd lock myself in the bathroom with Cruel and Northern Lad on repeat and soak in the tub until my tea light candles burned out. And I'd sob quietly to myself because he was my best friend and I never thought we'd learn to hate each other that way. The way only one who once loved can hate. The unrestrained viciousness of it. That was never supposed to happen with us.
So, the line from the song is:
lover brother bougainvillea
my vine twists around your need
I'm having a vine of bougainvillea tattooed around my right thigh.
You can't spend the better part of your formative years with another person and not find yourself shaped by them... even though you may no longer want to be shaped by them. It took me a few years to find my carefree and outgoing self again. When someone who is supposed to love you threatens your life in the home you made together... well, it can really beat you down and fuck a person up for awhile.
I suppose the tattoo could also function as a constant reminder to always keep my best foot forward.
Heading to New York on Wednesday for Arlene's Grocery Picture Show, which should be fun. Last time I went to New York I stopped by Arlene's and met some really cool people. One guy I met it turns out he was my neighbor when I lived in San Francisco's North Beach district and also has a twin brother who books talent for a lot of the venues on the Sunset Strip here in Hollywood. Which reminds me, I still need to call him.
Okay, I plan on drinking tonight, so I should go coat my tummy with something like a Hot Pocket!
Are you an Aquarius? And if so, do you bump your head a lot? I've heard this is an Aquarian trait, and it's true in my case.
I guess that's a compliment, though. At least I look younger than I am. At the store the other day I got carded by two different clerks for a pack of smokes because they couldn't believe I was 25.
I wonder what's gonna happen when I turn 30. I'll probably freak out and get all kinds of "revitalizing" surgeries. Or, maybe by then I'll have finally grown up a bit and learned to take it gracefully.
Or, I could stop smoking and drinking and staying up all night partying and just... I dunno, do yoga and eat fuckin' vegetables?
Nah. I'm going to age well. Like my grandpapa. I'm going to smoke and drink and curse and party and still look and act like I'm 50 by the time I hit 80.
Lately I've been thinking I need to go get screened for diabetes. I've always experienced dizzy spells and gotten headaches, but it's gotten more frequent. I've also been more tired than usual.. though that may be attributed to my partying and not sleeping / eating right. When I had that job with medical insurance I went for a checkup and the doc recommended I get screened but I never got the blood work done. My mom is diabetic, too. So, it's likely. I'm so not interested in dealing with this. Dammit.
::sigh:: I haven't updated in a few days. What the fuck have I been up to? Oh, last night I went out to Club Vodka. It was a bit of an off night as far as the crowd and the line up. I had an okay time, though. Saw some familiar faces. Drank some beers. Wrestler Rob Van Dam came out to the club with his wife. I'd seen him at WonderCon and Wizard World L.A., so I said what's up to him.
Seanbaby is in town tonight and I'm looking forward to hooking up with him for some drinks and laughs. One of the last times I talked to him I told him, "Mr. Baby, you make my whole life roses!!"
He's such a good time.
Tomorrow afternoon I'm heading out to the Valley to meet up with one of my friends so he can do my headshots. I'm surprised that I've found a need for this. But so many people have been asking for a headshot or even a good recent picture of me -- and I simply don't have one. So, my friend Csaba is going to shoot some shots and he mentioned passing some along to his agent friend. Could be interesting.
My tattoo artist emailed me a draft of the tattoo I'm finally going to start getting worked on next month. It's fucking gorgeous! Absolutely took my breath away. I'm very excited about this. I've been going over and over the design in my head for the past two years. It's awesome how after spending an hour discussing it with her how she could sketch out exactly what I saw in my head.
The idea for the design came from the lyric of Tori Amos' song, Cruel. For awhile that song functioned as my "theme song", if you will. I have often been accused as such in matters relating to the heart. It's nothing new with me, my own mother was the first to call me on it when I was a wee thing. And it's not to say that I'm proud of some of the things I've said or done to others, I just need to be more mindful of my words and actions and the effects it may have on another.
i can be cruel i don't know why
why can't my balloon stay up in a perfectly windy sky
When I was breaking up with ex-fiance I listened to that song quite often. I'd lock myself in the bathroom with Cruel and Northern Lad on repeat and soak in the tub until my tea light candles burned out. And I'd sob quietly to myself because he was my best friend and I never thought we'd learn to hate each other that way. The way only one who once loved can hate. The unrestrained viciousness of it. That was never supposed to happen with us.
So, the line from the song is:
lover brother bougainvillea
my vine twists around your need
I'm having a vine of bougainvillea tattooed around my right thigh.
You can't spend the better part of your formative years with another person and not find yourself shaped by them... even though you may no longer want to be shaped by them. It took me a few years to find my carefree and outgoing self again. When someone who is supposed to love you threatens your life in the home you made together... well, it can really beat you down and fuck a person up for awhile.
I suppose the tattoo could also function as a constant reminder to always keep my best foot forward.
Heading to New York on Wednesday for Arlene's Grocery Picture Show, which should be fun. Last time I went to New York I stopped by Arlene's and met some really cool people. One guy I met it turns out he was my neighbor when I lived in San Francisco's North Beach district and also has a twin brother who books talent for a lot of the venues on the Sunset Strip here in Hollywood. Which reminds me, I still need to call him.
Okay, I plan on drinking tonight, so I should go coat my tummy with something like a Hot Pocket!
Are you an Aquarius? And if so, do you bump your head a lot? I've heard this is an Aquarian trait, and it's true in my case.
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Anyway I just thought I'd let you know that I got my Vulgarthon photos up online... although I have no pictures with you
[url]http://www.viewaskew.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/vulgarthon2005
/index.htm
[Edited on Apr 16, 2005 3:17PM]
And I'm wearing a condom right now.
It's funny that I would scroll down my friends page and read this, because as I was doing it I spotted the age in my profile and thought, "23...I'm 23. Am I really 23? Oh my god...I'm 23."
Maybe when I get around to forgetting 15, that won't seem so old.
What else is funny is I also used to lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the tub listening to Northern Lad to deal with anger at my ex-whatever. He wasn't a fiancee, or even a boyfriend. He was just that guy I fell head-over-heels for at age eleven and thought I would end up marrying after several years of floating on-and-off love bubbles.
I guess that really isn't funny.
We'll have to share some unfunny stories. As long as we promise to laugh at the unfunniness of it all. I guess that's what the wine and cigs are for.
A bottle and a pack each....will be a start.
*SMOOCH*