Arrested Development rules my world. Jason Bateman is the best straight man ever. But I think I must be totally over the Sopranos. I watched the first two episodes this season and then lost interest completely.
Today was one of those weird days when I didn't really talk to anyone. I spent most of the day working on my camgirls painting. I broke the canvas into six boxes and sketched in some of the girls from camwhores.com. I'm going to paint them in different individual color schemes. I'm limited on paint so I'm trying to work with what I have. I'm fairly happy with it as it stands now but I still have plenty of time to fuck it up.
I haven't talked to Marie since she screwed me on the drive to the airport. She dropped me an email when I was in Fla., but it was a bunch of bullshit. She's coasted on good looks and full body massages for too long now. She's on the shitlist - at least until I see her naked.
Speaking of girls. Me and Amanda make no damn sense. We're about three clicks away from acting like a couple and that's just weird - like something that would happen on a TV show that would make it's cult following go crazy bitching on message boards. Like killing off Buffy's mom or something.
Lex is breakin my heart though - but it's starting to fade into the background a little.
It's been a weird month already. In just a couple of weeks I've seen Jon Stewart, three actors that played Leatherface, I've been to Fla., my tiki bar...and now I've got this DJ gig coming up on Tuesday. A little nervous about that...because, jeeezus...it's been awhile. The fact that it's not a dance club proper takes some of the heat off me though so I'll pretty much play what I want. I'm thinking I'll try to stagger some old jukebox R&B with garage and some new rock like Spoon or the White Stripes and stuff. Achingly hipster - but I think it'll fly.
I don't want to go back to work tomorrow. It was so nice having no deadlines for the last week. It would have been fucking nice if Nicole had given me my June assignments last week so I could dive right in tomorrow but I'm getting to the point where I'm expecting to only have a week to get interviews.
Fucking Cleveland and our fucking sports.
I didn't do my Easter tradition of watching zombie movies for the resurrection. Instead I half-watched the two lesser known Texas Chainsaw Massacre sequels while I painted - since I've had TCM on the brain all week. Yeah - part III and "Next Generation" are pretty worthless as anything other than curiosities and the Vigo Mortessen, Renee Zellweger and Matthew McConohey (spelling?) -factor.
Fucking Christians and their fucking holidays.
I love that Christianity is "in" right now. The average American is on the Atkins diet, obsessed with American Idol and took the family to see Passion of the Christ today after church. I'd so move to Canada if they'd only make it easier to defect legally.
I was checking out the photo set of the girls from the SG burlesque show and reflecting on how that show just wasn't very good. The girls were all cuties and stuff - but man, it was really just a bunch of girls doing bedroom dancing with electrical tape over their nipples. And that's great, but it's not burlesque and I could have seen full nudity at Diamond for a cover charge half the price of a ticket to see the Suicide Girls. It just seemed kinda chintzy and unrehearsed - even though we were deep into their tour.
Weird Al Yankovic's parents died tragically this weekend? -the hell?
Today was one of those weird days when I didn't really talk to anyone. I spent most of the day working on my camgirls painting. I broke the canvas into six boxes and sketched in some of the girls from camwhores.com. I'm going to paint them in different individual color schemes. I'm limited on paint so I'm trying to work with what I have. I'm fairly happy with it as it stands now but I still have plenty of time to fuck it up.
I haven't talked to Marie since she screwed me on the drive to the airport. She dropped me an email when I was in Fla., but it was a bunch of bullshit. She's coasted on good looks and full body massages for too long now. She's on the shitlist - at least until I see her naked.
Speaking of girls. Me and Amanda make no damn sense. We're about three clicks away from acting like a couple and that's just weird - like something that would happen on a TV show that would make it's cult following go crazy bitching on message boards. Like killing off Buffy's mom or something.
Lex is breakin my heart though - but it's starting to fade into the background a little.
It's been a weird month already. In just a couple of weeks I've seen Jon Stewart, three actors that played Leatherface, I've been to Fla., my tiki bar...and now I've got this DJ gig coming up on Tuesday. A little nervous about that...because, jeeezus...it's been awhile. The fact that it's not a dance club proper takes some of the heat off me though so I'll pretty much play what I want. I'm thinking I'll try to stagger some old jukebox R&B with garage and some new rock like Spoon or the White Stripes and stuff. Achingly hipster - but I think it'll fly.
I don't want to go back to work tomorrow. It was so nice having no deadlines for the last week. It would have been fucking nice if Nicole had given me my June assignments last week so I could dive right in tomorrow but I'm getting to the point where I'm expecting to only have a week to get interviews.
Fucking Cleveland and our fucking sports.
I didn't do my Easter tradition of watching zombie movies for the resurrection. Instead I half-watched the two lesser known Texas Chainsaw Massacre sequels while I painted - since I've had TCM on the brain all week. Yeah - part III and "Next Generation" are pretty worthless as anything other than curiosities and the Vigo Mortessen, Renee Zellweger and Matthew McConohey (spelling?) -factor.
Fucking Christians and their fucking holidays.
I love that Christianity is "in" right now. The average American is on the Atkins diet, obsessed with American Idol and took the family to see Passion of the Christ today after church. I'd so move to Canada if they'd only make it easier to defect legally.
I was checking out the photo set of the girls from the SG burlesque show and reflecting on how that show just wasn't very good. The girls were all cuties and stuff - but man, it was really just a bunch of girls doing bedroom dancing with electrical tape over their nipples. And that's great, but it's not burlesque and I could have seen full nudity at Diamond for a cover charge half the price of a ticket to see the Suicide Girls. It just seemed kinda chintzy and unrehearsed - even though we were deep into their tour.
Weird Al Yankovic's parents died tragically this weekend? -the hell?
Ooh your an artist, I've always envied the artistic, I have so much to express inside me, not no medium. Other than my diary of course, but its content is secret... shhh!