Just when I thought I was out, they pull me back in.
I got a call at about 9 last night from one of the guys I used to work for. He came to me in friendship and asked a favor.
He needed my services one more time - one last contract.
So, I had to get up at 5:15 this morning in order to get downtown and meet with reps from Kenneth Cole, Robert Talbot and Joseph Abboud. One more buying trip. Again. Truth is, there's a part of me that seriously loves having to get into character for these little meetings. I feel like a chameleon with a 54 inch chest.
Double life?
Triple?
More?
Yeah, probably a few more.
Photo credit: Sophie Suicide
Thank god I left the jowls in the Ukranian Village. yeeesh!
Please note:
Even though Paul Allan and I go to the same barber, I have a slightly better haircut.
Apropos of nothing -
I've thought a lot about knuckle tattoos lately. I figured out how to fit 'Life is pain, highness' if all bones were utilized. In the last few days, I've been fixated on 'Glory fades.' I think I'm into knuckles right now because I find them extremely pleasing on an aesthetic level, but it's a line I cannot even consider crossing at this point in my life. Now that I look at them, both are fairly bleak statements. Bleak happens too.
Apropos of also nothing -
Have any of you seen this commercial? I think it's for Wellbutrin. Just as the voice-over is providing all statistical assurances that there is a very low risk of sexual side effects, the video cuts to show a fairly attractive woman joyfully riding a horse.
Yeah.
Subtle.
with a handful of hair.
edited to add
Kneel trembling before me and avert your gaze as I announce the creation of a new pic folder!!! It bares the title 'subtle innuendos.' If any of you pervs want to satisfy your aching curiosities, you may enter at your own risk. Salivate away.
again
pulling your hair harder and looking you in the eye
I got a call at about 9 last night from one of the guys I used to work for. He came to me in friendship and asked a favor.
He needed my services one more time - one last contract.
So, I had to get up at 5:15 this morning in order to get downtown and meet with reps from Kenneth Cole, Robert Talbot and Joseph Abboud. One more buying trip. Again. Truth is, there's a part of me that seriously loves having to get into character for these little meetings. I feel like a chameleon with a 54 inch chest.
Double life?
Triple?
More?
Yeah, probably a few more.
Photo credit: Sophie Suicide
Thank god I left the jowls in the Ukranian Village. yeeesh!
Please note:
Even though Paul Allan and I go to the same barber, I have a slightly better haircut.
Apropos of nothing -
I've thought a lot about knuckle tattoos lately. I figured out how to fit 'Life is pain, highness' if all bones were utilized. In the last few days, I've been fixated on 'Glory fades.' I think I'm into knuckles right now because I find them extremely pleasing on an aesthetic level, but it's a line I cannot even consider crossing at this point in my life. Now that I look at them, both are fairly bleak statements. Bleak happens too.
Apropos of also nothing -
Have any of you seen this commercial? I think it's for Wellbutrin. Just as the voice-over is providing all statistical assurances that there is a very low risk of sexual side effects, the video cuts to show a fairly attractive woman joyfully riding a horse.
Yeah.
Subtle.
with a handful of hair.
edited to add
Kneel trembling before me and avert your gaze as I announce the creation of a new pic folder!!! It bares the title 'subtle innuendos.' If any of you pervs want to satisfy your aching curiosities, you may enter at your own risk. Salivate away.
again
pulling your hair harder and looking you in the eye
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i tend to ascribe too much meaning to the trivial as well. i've heard both god/the devil are in the details. i certainly believe it. and you're definitely right about the small things standing out when life throws the big ones at you. i have all these heavy notions kind of looming in the background- my city being destroyed, moving, buying a house, going back to school, being separated from everyone i know.
but it's the small things that bother me most. being jolted out of my routine, however lame a routine it was. going to the park. the streets i used to walk on. knowing that my bar would be there, and open, and full of my friends whenever i felt the urge to drag myself out of my hermit's cave. knowing, and being known.
right now i feel like everything would be okay if i could just get back a little bit of that routine. and it's odd. because i never thought that would be what i needed. living life on the fly, hand-to-mouth, is a lot harder than it seems.
Bang the gong get it on.
Busy day for me today........