I've been busy. Not really, I guess, but it sure as hell feels like I've been busy. The magazine that I write for went to press last week, but they fucked up the printing three times, so we just got it back two days ago. I interviewed Blonde Redhead for the cover, which was fun, if not informative. They didn't really answer or elaborate on any questions I asked, and the publicist lady kept calling me someone else's name. I just went with it.
Now my idea is to write an article on how I'm trying to get an interview with Elton John. He's playing here in March, which would be the next issue, so I am now officially diving head-first into the E. John world of fandom. I am currently a member of the Hercules International Elton John Fan Club, and have sent emails to all agencies who claim to be able to book him for concerts and corporate events. I've even sent fan mail through various third parties. I know I won't get the interview; I just want to be able to write an article about how obsessed I became while trying. I spent my lunch money today on two Elton John LPs. Oh yeah, this is serious business.
I hope everyone is doing well. It's been nothing but shitty weather here for the past few days. I'm entering a Flash Fiction Contest because I feel like it, even though I think these things are gimmicks. Is that how you spell gimmick, mallory?
This profile picture is from when I grew a mustache just to see how creepy people thought it was. I wore this brown suit around a lot when I had it (the 'stache), with a matching brown and white tie. I also had these old green bell bottoms that were so tight I couldn't clasp above the zipper. Mostly, during this time in my life, I either walked around downtown with a newspaper under my arm, pretending to read the financial section in large crowds, or I lurked around the casino, giving unsuspecting patrons friendly, world-weary advice on the slots.
What's your hobby?
My desk is covered with the color white today, so I took a picture, only to find out that my goddamn camera seems to be broken (look at all the funny little lines).
I need to run to the store to buy some tea cookies now.
Now my idea is to write an article on how I'm trying to get an interview with Elton John. He's playing here in March, which would be the next issue, so I am now officially diving head-first into the E. John world of fandom. I am currently a member of the Hercules International Elton John Fan Club, and have sent emails to all agencies who claim to be able to book him for concerts and corporate events. I've even sent fan mail through various third parties. I know I won't get the interview; I just want to be able to write an article about how obsessed I became while trying. I spent my lunch money today on two Elton John LPs. Oh yeah, this is serious business.
I hope everyone is doing well. It's been nothing but shitty weather here for the past few days. I'm entering a Flash Fiction Contest because I feel like it, even though I think these things are gimmicks. Is that how you spell gimmick, mallory?
This profile picture is from when I grew a mustache just to see how creepy people thought it was. I wore this brown suit around a lot when I had it (the 'stache), with a matching brown and white tie. I also had these old green bell bottoms that were so tight I couldn't clasp above the zipper. Mostly, during this time in my life, I either walked around downtown with a newspaper under my arm, pretending to read the financial section in large crowds, or I lurked around the casino, giving unsuspecting patrons friendly, world-weary advice on the slots.
What's your hobby?
My desk is covered with the color white today, so I took a picture, only to find out that my goddamn camera seems to be broken (look at all the funny little lines).
I need to run to the store to buy some tea cookies now.
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aperfectsonnet:
You still being too busy to update?
mle:
miss you. 