HOUSECLEANING
Okay, now I only had a handful of you even attempt to solve the rebus i posted in my last journal. hmm, maybe if i had chosen some pop-punk bubblegum song, i would have gotten more responses... but no matter, because the correct answer is...
COME ON MY SELECTOR, BY SQUAREPUSHER!!!
kudos to both denio and my new pal jazmin for hitting it right on the head. and for both of your prizes you get a free crashspace at the Satellite Of Love (where i the impboy and the lovely Lady Spacetrash reside) here at the brewery arts complex the next time youre in LA, a years supply of tutti-frutti flavored condoms and a free case of the clap!!! now all the rest of you arent you JEALOUS of them, now?!?
No?
oh, alright, then. well, maybe next time, ill throw in a toaster oven.
$&^&^%^^%
so next post, i will work on another game and hopefully push the bar a little bit, but im gonna get a little confessional this time around, cause i think i could use a little time to reflect a little bit on my life.
first off, ill be changing my occupation soon, as i am now finally pushing off from the wintry shores of music journalism. sad to say, but one you start pushing into your mid-thirties, you start to see a lot of ageism in my field. i, however, have soured on my profession a very, very long time ago for reasons too numerous and boring to go into here. and i now feel i need to push into all this interactive fiction/fashion crap i talk about, but never do anything about. clearing time out of my schedule and changing my lifestyle will help me through this, i feel.
i intend from here on in to show, not tell, you what Im doing, so to all of you whove chosen to follow me for the ride, i promise you youll have a blast. we here at impboy enterprises realize you have a number of options when choosing friends and journals here at SuicideGirls, and wish to welcome you aboard this flight.
&%&^^^%^&
valentines day. a day to reflect on love and its discontents - at least for me.
an interesting experience this weekend, as this shows me exercising no small degree of discretion. younger people reading this journal - and there are a lot of you here on this site - might not get a lot of where im coming from, but i think one day, you might.
there is a person i met a month ago - a self-described Black rocker (Black meaning african-american, in this case) - drunk as hell in barbaras, a bar here at the brewery i can walk to from my apartment. and sure, shes triggered off my second chakra pretty strongly. but shes also an esalen-attending, 12-stepping new ager as well who as we speak is preparing to go to temple at the self-realization fellowship. fellow los angeles residents will know this as the building in front of the church of scientology on hollywood boulevard.
danger, bill robinson. danger.
i do enjoy her company, and wish her the best. she obviously hopes that someday, she finds someone who will truly love her, as she kept returning to that in our conversations. of course, thats probably every single person on this site, too, combing through nude pictorials and member profiles to find that needle in this here haystack. twould be nice to feel like i could reciprocate, but i sense shes got a lot of addictions and dependencies to work through.
this, of course, doesnt stop me from being, oddly enough, horny as hell. as many of you know, women are difficult. men are all too easy. so i ended up going to a fucking gay bathouse to take care of it.
never again, i tell you.
no, i didnt have sex with any of these rather sad people, thank you. and it is sad when you have to turn to strangers for sex. it was kinda sad for me to realize i couldnt even fall back on just shallow, anonymous banging either. comment all you want on this to the contrary, but you werent there to feel the rather predatorial, needy energy there (i had no luck convincing an editor of nerve.com this, since she apparently has a thing for straight men getting buggered, but thats another story).
moral: truly satisfying love - and by extension, sex - isnt easy. but it isnt supposed to be. its all about patience, working on yourself, and perseverence. we all do deserve better for ourselves, i thought as i walked out of there. so im going to focus on that work again.
okay, thanks for sticking with me this far. so, anyone wants to tell me about some bizarre coincidence involving their own inner quests and how it ended turning up on the radio or on television, or in a magazine you read this week?
Okay, now I only had a handful of you even attempt to solve the rebus i posted in my last journal. hmm, maybe if i had chosen some pop-punk bubblegum song, i would have gotten more responses... but no matter, because the correct answer is...
COME ON MY SELECTOR, BY SQUAREPUSHER!!!
kudos to both denio and my new pal jazmin for hitting it right on the head. and for both of your prizes you get a free crashspace at the Satellite Of Love (where i the impboy and the lovely Lady Spacetrash reside) here at the brewery arts complex the next time youre in LA, a years supply of tutti-frutti flavored condoms and a free case of the clap!!! now all the rest of you arent you JEALOUS of them, now?!?
No?
oh, alright, then. well, maybe next time, ill throw in a toaster oven.
$&^&^%^^%
so next post, i will work on another game and hopefully push the bar a little bit, but im gonna get a little confessional this time around, cause i think i could use a little time to reflect a little bit on my life.
first off, ill be changing my occupation soon, as i am now finally pushing off from the wintry shores of music journalism. sad to say, but one you start pushing into your mid-thirties, you start to see a lot of ageism in my field. i, however, have soured on my profession a very, very long time ago for reasons too numerous and boring to go into here. and i now feel i need to push into all this interactive fiction/fashion crap i talk about, but never do anything about. clearing time out of my schedule and changing my lifestyle will help me through this, i feel.
i intend from here on in to show, not tell, you what Im doing, so to all of you whove chosen to follow me for the ride, i promise you youll have a blast. we here at impboy enterprises realize you have a number of options when choosing friends and journals here at SuicideGirls, and wish to welcome you aboard this flight.
&%&^^^%^&
valentines day. a day to reflect on love and its discontents - at least for me.
an interesting experience this weekend, as this shows me exercising no small degree of discretion. younger people reading this journal - and there are a lot of you here on this site - might not get a lot of where im coming from, but i think one day, you might.
there is a person i met a month ago - a self-described Black rocker (Black meaning african-american, in this case) - drunk as hell in barbaras, a bar here at the brewery i can walk to from my apartment. and sure, shes triggered off my second chakra pretty strongly. but shes also an esalen-attending, 12-stepping new ager as well who as we speak is preparing to go to temple at the self-realization fellowship. fellow los angeles residents will know this as the building in front of the church of scientology on hollywood boulevard.
danger, bill robinson. danger.
i do enjoy her company, and wish her the best. she obviously hopes that someday, she finds someone who will truly love her, as she kept returning to that in our conversations. of course, thats probably every single person on this site, too, combing through nude pictorials and member profiles to find that needle in this here haystack. twould be nice to feel like i could reciprocate, but i sense shes got a lot of addictions and dependencies to work through.
this, of course, doesnt stop me from being, oddly enough, horny as hell. as many of you know, women are difficult. men are all too easy. so i ended up going to a fucking gay bathouse to take care of it.
never again, i tell you.
no, i didnt have sex with any of these rather sad people, thank you. and it is sad when you have to turn to strangers for sex. it was kinda sad for me to realize i couldnt even fall back on just shallow, anonymous banging either. comment all you want on this to the contrary, but you werent there to feel the rather predatorial, needy energy there (i had no luck convincing an editor of nerve.com this, since she apparently has a thing for straight men getting buggered, but thats another story).
moral: truly satisfying love - and by extension, sex - isnt easy. but it isnt supposed to be. its all about patience, working on yourself, and perseverence. we all do deserve better for ourselves, i thought as i walked out of there. so im going to focus on that work again.
okay, thanks for sticking with me this far. so, anyone wants to tell me about some bizarre coincidence involving their own inner quests and how it ended turning up on the radio or on television, or in a magazine you read this week?
VIEW 22 of 22 COMMENTS
thursday:
i passed your comment about the carbon based mistake on to marc. 
lil_billy_ben:
I don't like the kind of people you're linning ICP up with. But you're entitled to your opinion.I happen to not agree.