Balls.
What a boring day. I have nothing going on until this evening, when I have a hair appointment.
I haven't been to a comedy club since I've moved to L.A. I drove by The Comedy store and The Laugh Factory yesterday and I've decided I have to go sometime this month. I wonder who I can get to go with me. I wonder what comedian I should go see.
I wish I had a guy friend to go with me. I've pretty much failed at bonding with any boys since I've moved. I usually only talk to guys with one thing in mind, and once I get that one thing, I tend to lose interest in furthering any other type of involvement. Or, vice versa on their part.
I should go to Sephora to buy some new make up brushes. When I was at a shoot on Saturday this girl got into my make up and brushes and ruined them. Blush was everywhere, she used my concealer brush with my blush and completely ratted and matted my blusher brush. WTF??? I was absolutely fucking livid.
Anyway, yesterday was something of a better day. I was on a mission for shoes. I HATE shoe shopping. I hate shoes. I'm barefoot any chance I get and wear flip flops when I have to. But, I need new shoes and clothes for work since Lady implemented a new dress code. I need fetish attire.
So, I spent pretty much three hours driving around and looking at shit. I didn't like very much, didn't want to spend that much $$$ and when I finally found something I DID like it wasn't available in my size. ::pout:: Dammit.
I finally ended up back on Hollywood Boulevard where I ran into Alice. I like her a great deal and was pleased to find she had time to accompany me to various stores in search of items. I still didn't find any shoes, but she helped me pick out this little ensemble:
Such a blurry photo. I never claimed to be a photog.
The kitties are doing well! Baby is so funny. They've started sleeping upstairs with me again, and sometimes she gets up in the middle of the night and has to potty, but for whatever reason can't figure out how to get downstairs. So she just scratches and yowls until I get up and carry her to the shitbox. So cute! Well, it's not cute at 3 a.m., but when I think about it the next day I smile.
Okay, I guess I'll go shave... something.
What a boring day. I have nothing going on until this evening, when I have a hair appointment.
I haven't been to a comedy club since I've moved to L.A. I drove by The Comedy store and The Laugh Factory yesterday and I've decided I have to go sometime this month. I wonder who I can get to go with me. I wonder what comedian I should go see.
I wish I had a guy friend to go with me. I've pretty much failed at bonding with any boys since I've moved. I usually only talk to guys with one thing in mind, and once I get that one thing, I tend to lose interest in furthering any other type of involvement. Or, vice versa on their part.
I should go to Sephora to buy some new make up brushes. When I was at a shoot on Saturday this girl got into my make up and brushes and ruined them. Blush was everywhere, she used my concealer brush with my blush and completely ratted and matted my blusher brush. WTF??? I was absolutely fucking livid.
Anyway, yesterday was something of a better day. I was on a mission for shoes. I HATE shoe shopping. I hate shoes. I'm barefoot any chance I get and wear flip flops when I have to. But, I need new shoes and clothes for work since Lady implemented a new dress code. I need fetish attire.
So, I spent pretty much three hours driving around and looking at shit. I didn't like very much, didn't want to spend that much $$$ and when I finally found something I DID like it wasn't available in my size. ::pout:: Dammit.
I finally ended up back on Hollywood Boulevard where I ran into Alice. I like her a great deal and was pleased to find she had time to accompany me to various stores in search of items. I still didn't find any shoes, but she helped me pick out this little ensemble:
Such a blurry photo. I never claimed to be a photog.
The kitties are doing well! Baby is so funny. They've started sleeping upstairs with me again, and sometimes she gets up in the middle of the night and has to potty, but for whatever reason can't figure out how to get downstairs. So she just scratches and yowls until I get up and carry her to the shitbox. So cute! Well, it's not cute at 3 a.m., but when I think about it the next day I smile.
Okay, I guess I'll go shave... something.
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(I heard Tony Soprano say that once in The Sopranos) No I haven't watched them yet, I will. And why buy? Do you make a profit? Are you involved in them? I used to write porn for Penthouse Inc. when I first got out of college - all smut. Basically refining the real life letters people sent in. I have a friend in the biz out in LA who works for www.sineplex.com but I believe he just left and started his own company with a partner at Platinum Blue Productions. He's Dean Sussman. The allure of porn is certainly there. I know I could write them. Actually, taking the leap into them in a tough call though...there are too many cautionary tale films out there like "hardcore" "boogie nights" and "wonderland"...but eon's stuff looks like a lot of fun, I'd get involved in some capacity in the industry if I was in LA. I might have a freelance gig at Celebrity Skin Mag in Manhattan, but I will have to see.
Be good Sita. Your man in Jersey