Step #416 to Becoming Hunter S. Thompson: bought a cigarette holder. Am promptly learning to clench it between my teeth out the side of my mouth. Will soon begin screaming wildly when the mood hits me. The problem will come down to firearms. And drug use. Yeah, the drug use will be a problem. Since I'm not into drugs. I do have an Oscar, though: Josh has promised to eventually grow fat and put out cigarette butts on his wrists. Because who wouldn't want to be Benecio Del Toro?
In other news, Ashley basically said I should go down to Ogunquit and become a male escort. Strange idea. Not considering it. Writing in fragments. Cannot tell why. Like a bad telegram. Must regain writing ability. But not planning on sleeping. Problem.
Okay. Deep breath.
All right; it's amazing how much people say I have this "wind of gay" or "essence of gay" about me because of my dressing style (dressing well! Who'dathunk?) and, apparently, because I'm smart about movies and music. Apparently knowing some of the arts falls into homosexuality.
Not that the cigarette holder helps fight that image much. Especially since it matches my blazer as much as I could find it. So I like to coordinate. So what?
I spent all day today on this damn PC -- downloading music, actually. I ended up with both of The Shins albums, the entirety of Ryan Adams' Cold Roses, replaced my missing copy of To The 5 Boroughs, and Bright Eyes Digital Ash In A Digital Urn. Quite a bit of stuff for one day.
You know, of all the SGs on this entire site, the first one I figured I could get along with would be Sid. Of course, nothing ever goes right when I'm actually going through or into Boston (I end up not going or the time doesn't allow for it), so I have no proof of it. But someday! Someday I will meet her, which will probably prove my theory that all women below 5'3" are unbearably hyper. It's been a 100% perfectly observed theory thus far!
2 AM is a fucked up time to update a journal.
So I came up with a random, crazy, brilliant idea for a SuicideBoys set. I can't believe that as far as I know, it hasn't been done in that group. I just wonder how far my photographer will be willing to go along with it.
I might be knowing more future SGs than I thought. I think Aislin could do it, and apparently the most obvious of all the people I know, Ali is going to actually apply. She's practically a shoo-in: girl owns more corsets, bondage skirts, and kink items than most any girl I know, and this site would be one hell of a fucking self-esteem boost for her. She just has that look. And then there's my friend who was already accepted as a future SG, but whose photos are still with the photog. And I think the whole allure of it may have passed her already.
Does anyone know where on Earth one gets a jacket like the one Elvis Costello wears on the cover of My Aim Is True?
No, I don't know why my Elvis Costello obsession is returning again. The guy just has that perfect "fuck-you" cool thing about him, even with the thick glasses and early computer saleman look.
In other news, Ashley basically said I should go down to Ogunquit and become a male escort. Strange idea. Not considering it. Writing in fragments. Cannot tell why. Like a bad telegram. Must regain writing ability. But not planning on sleeping. Problem.
Okay. Deep breath.
All right; it's amazing how much people say I have this "wind of gay" or "essence of gay" about me because of my dressing style (dressing well! Who'dathunk?) and, apparently, because I'm smart about movies and music. Apparently knowing some of the arts falls into homosexuality.
Not that the cigarette holder helps fight that image much. Especially since it matches my blazer as much as I could find it. So I like to coordinate. So what?
I spent all day today on this damn PC -- downloading music, actually. I ended up with both of The Shins albums, the entirety of Ryan Adams' Cold Roses, replaced my missing copy of To The 5 Boroughs, and Bright Eyes Digital Ash In A Digital Urn. Quite a bit of stuff for one day.
You know, of all the SGs on this entire site, the first one I figured I could get along with would be Sid. Of course, nothing ever goes right when I'm actually going through or into Boston (I end up not going or the time doesn't allow for it), so I have no proof of it. But someday! Someday I will meet her, which will probably prove my theory that all women below 5'3" are unbearably hyper. It's been a 100% perfectly observed theory thus far!
2 AM is a fucked up time to update a journal.
So I came up with a random, crazy, brilliant idea for a SuicideBoys set. I can't believe that as far as I know, it hasn't been done in that group. I just wonder how far my photographer will be willing to go along with it.
I might be knowing more future SGs than I thought. I think Aislin could do it, and apparently the most obvious of all the people I know, Ali is going to actually apply. She's practically a shoo-in: girl owns more corsets, bondage skirts, and kink items than most any girl I know, and this site would be one hell of a fucking self-esteem boost for her. She just has that look. And then there's my friend who was already accepted as a future SG, but whose photos are still with the photog. And I think the whole allure of it may have passed her already.
Does anyone know where on Earth one gets a jacket like the one Elvis Costello wears on the cover of My Aim Is True?
No, I don't know why my Elvis Costello obsession is returning again. The guy just has that perfect "fuck-you" cool thing about him, even with the thick glasses and early computer saleman look.