Well, Tiger was pissed at me for leaving him alone while I went off to gallivant in New York for a few days. Came in to find my Ramen packets ripped open and strewn all over the kitchen. Thanks a lot, Mr. Fuck-Everything-Up!! We got in plenty of snuggle time last night, so he's happy with me again, though not the most eager to leave my side. I don't know what I'm going to do with him. I can't take him with me when I travel... but I feel horrible for leaving him. I thought about him so much while I was gone. I know he's a cat, so as long as he has enough food, water, litter and toys he should be fine... but I still worry.
Okay, New York. I love that city! This was my third visit and I really would like to go back for maybe a month or two or three.
I got to see mrkoyen again. I adore that man. He met up with me at this weird bar in Manhattan for a quick beer on his way home. He's so fun to talk to and super sweet. I just wish I'd gotten to see his sexy lady ILLI again, too. He's getting ready to take over the U.S. on a Greyhound bus. I would love to be able to do that.. except without the Greyhound bus part.
I was standing outside smoking a cigarette, talking on my cell to this guy Brian... and people were walking by answering my questions or totally commenting on the conversation. It was the oddest damned thing. The first time it happened, Brian was like, "Oh, you're talking to someone else?" Nope. Weird.
I met another Brian this weekend, too. An NYU film student. He was super cute and I told him I thought he looked like Marky Mark - not Mark Wahlberg, but Marky Mark. He was sweet and took me out for drinks. I asked him to come to Hollywood so I can reciprocate.
Oh, I finally got to meet Mikey_Dough at some party on Saturday night. I'm glad he recognized me, because even though I've seen pictures of him I'd never have known who he was in person. I asked him to give me the Twwly treatment. He should be coming through Hollywood shortly on tour and it'll be nice to see him again.
I was outside smoking a cigarette and this guy comes up to me and says, "I was wanting to ask you... do you have a boyfriend?" I told him no, so he says, "Can I give you my phone number?" and I told him no, and he says, "really? I can't give you my phone number? You won't call me?" I told him no some more and then he quickly took off down the street. Immediately I checked my purse and pockets. Odd encounters like that make me feel like I've just been pick-pocketed or something. Like, surely there is a reason that type of distraction tactic.
I really wish I'd taken pictures, but I forgot to take my digicam with me. I met a lot of people. A lot of other SGs and members. The fashion show went well. I was go-go dancing on stage wearing this wig that kept shedding into my eyes and these huge false eyelashes. My brow got so sweaty and dripped onto my lids and the lashes started falling off into my eyes. I was already having a hard time balancing on the little podium I was provided to dance on. If I had to be on stage any longer with my vision impaired - I was going to fall. Which probably wouldn't have hurt as much as it would've been funny, so, whatever.
Left Sunday morning in ample time to get to the airport and catch my noon o' clock flight - except I didn't factor in that I wouldn't be able to find the fucking terminal!!! I was so lost and stuck going round and round on that stupid airtrain... by the time I got to the right terminal I missed check in and was stuck waiting for the next flight at 3:40.
So, I picked up a copy of Under The Banner of Heaven - that book about twisted Mormon fundamentalists, had a tall beer then parked myself at the gate and eavesdropped on these metro-sexual boys and their conversation about clothes. "Oh, I dry-clean everything. Even my polo shirts.", "Really? Well, that's understandable. What about underwear? Do you wear $60.00 underwear?" "No, just these..." The guy actually reaches into his carryon to show off his man panties to the other guy. At that point, I didn't even try to hide the fact that I was completely engrossed by their topic of discussion. I turned to stare at them, wide-eyed with my mouth open. He goes on to say how nothing goes into the dryer, anything that is laundered gets air-dried.
Finally, my group is announced for boarding, so on my way to get on then plane I find this Coach attache case sitting in one of the seats. I remember seeing a girl with it earlier so I picked it up and carried it with me to hand to the airline employee. I say, "I found this sitting over there, I don't know if it belongs to one of the passengers or not". She takes it from me and thanks me but warns, "For future reference, next time you find something like this, just alert us. Don't pick it up because there could be... something... wrong with it".
Super Shuttled my ass back to the apartment where I found notice that Six Feet Under is going to be filming directly across the street from my place this week. They're just gonna carry out a body and put it in an ambulance. I hope I don't have to move my car.
Tori is playing tonight. I seriously don't think I'm going to make it. I don't have tickets, but I know if I go out I'll be able to find one. I just don't have it in me. Plus, my little venture to NY has my pocket book hurting at bit more than I'd anticipated and I have a couple other things coming up this week that are going to need fundage.
Toodles!
Okay, New York. I love that city! This was my third visit and I really would like to go back for maybe a month or two or three.
I got to see mrkoyen again. I adore that man. He met up with me at this weird bar in Manhattan for a quick beer on his way home. He's so fun to talk to and super sweet. I just wish I'd gotten to see his sexy lady ILLI again, too. He's getting ready to take over the U.S. on a Greyhound bus. I would love to be able to do that.. except without the Greyhound bus part.
I was standing outside smoking a cigarette, talking on my cell to this guy Brian... and people were walking by answering my questions or totally commenting on the conversation. It was the oddest damned thing. The first time it happened, Brian was like, "Oh, you're talking to someone else?" Nope. Weird.
I met another Brian this weekend, too. An NYU film student. He was super cute and I told him I thought he looked like Marky Mark - not Mark Wahlberg, but Marky Mark. He was sweet and took me out for drinks. I asked him to come to Hollywood so I can reciprocate.
Oh, I finally got to meet Mikey_Dough at some party on Saturday night. I'm glad he recognized me, because even though I've seen pictures of him I'd never have known who he was in person. I asked him to give me the Twwly treatment. He should be coming through Hollywood shortly on tour and it'll be nice to see him again.
I was outside smoking a cigarette and this guy comes up to me and says, "I was wanting to ask you... do you have a boyfriend?" I told him no, so he says, "Can I give you my phone number?" and I told him no, and he says, "really? I can't give you my phone number? You won't call me?" I told him no some more and then he quickly took off down the street. Immediately I checked my purse and pockets. Odd encounters like that make me feel like I've just been pick-pocketed or something. Like, surely there is a reason that type of distraction tactic.
I really wish I'd taken pictures, but I forgot to take my digicam with me. I met a lot of people. A lot of other SGs and members. The fashion show went well. I was go-go dancing on stage wearing this wig that kept shedding into my eyes and these huge false eyelashes. My brow got so sweaty and dripped onto my lids and the lashes started falling off into my eyes. I was already having a hard time balancing on the little podium I was provided to dance on. If I had to be on stage any longer with my vision impaired - I was going to fall. Which probably wouldn't have hurt as much as it would've been funny, so, whatever.
Left Sunday morning in ample time to get to the airport and catch my noon o' clock flight - except I didn't factor in that I wouldn't be able to find the fucking terminal!!! I was so lost and stuck going round and round on that stupid airtrain... by the time I got to the right terminal I missed check in and was stuck waiting for the next flight at 3:40.
So, I picked up a copy of Under The Banner of Heaven - that book about twisted Mormon fundamentalists, had a tall beer then parked myself at the gate and eavesdropped on these metro-sexual boys and their conversation about clothes. "Oh, I dry-clean everything. Even my polo shirts.", "Really? Well, that's understandable. What about underwear? Do you wear $60.00 underwear?" "No, just these..." The guy actually reaches into his carryon to show off his man panties to the other guy. At that point, I didn't even try to hide the fact that I was completely engrossed by their topic of discussion. I turned to stare at them, wide-eyed with my mouth open. He goes on to say how nothing goes into the dryer, anything that is laundered gets air-dried.
Finally, my group is announced for boarding, so on my way to get on then plane I find this Coach attache case sitting in one of the seats. I remember seeing a girl with it earlier so I picked it up and carried it with me to hand to the airline employee. I say, "I found this sitting over there, I don't know if it belongs to one of the passengers or not". She takes it from me and thanks me but warns, "For future reference, next time you find something like this, just alert us. Don't pick it up because there could be... something... wrong with it".
Super Shuttled my ass back to the apartment where I found notice that Six Feet Under is going to be filming directly across the street from my place this week. They're just gonna carry out a body and put it in an ambulance. I hope I don't have to move my car.
Tori is playing tonight. I seriously don't think I'm going to make it. I don't have tickets, but I know if I go out I'll be able to find one. I just don't have it in me. Plus, my little venture to NY has my pocket book hurting at bit more than I'd anticipated and I have a couple other things coming up this week that are going to need fundage.
Toodles!
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i love your new profile pic, too!!!!!