I'm screening one of my films in front of Columbia faculty to see if they'll take it and myself to Cannes this year. I can definately go with my critical analysis papers, but I want to see if I can get in with this film, damnit.
But anyway. For Valentine's Day:
Let us celebrate being single without being bitter, no? What's all this jazz about needing someone to complete you? We're whole beings on our own, contrary to popular belief. It is in this spirit (and also the avoidance of writing an essay) that I present my list of the ways I will romance myself on Valentine's Day. I invite you to follow suit.
1. Send myself a rose from "George Glass"
2. shelve the grannie panties and wear some sexy underduds so I can surprise myself later on
3. Take a trip to my favorite local pornstore and buy some 70s porn and a new toy... because I'm worth it.
4. Curl up with LOVE AND DEATH IN LONG ISLAND and remember it's okay to be obsessed with Jason Priestly because, in the end, I'll have a firmer understanding of who I really am
5. What the fuck? Strip slowly in front of a mirror to My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult's "Wasted Time" (which you might recognize from the infamous lap dance sequence in SHOWGIRLS... seizures optional)
6. Take a bath with rosepetals (a la george glass) and read from Betty Dodson's SEX FOR ONE followed by some Anais Nin erotica (with some yacht rock stylings in the background)
7. Break out the mirror and speculum and really get to know myself
8. Light some candles, dim the lights, chill the ham and try out my new toy... but really taking my time. Maybe implement some hot wax, feather, ice cubes. Who knows?
Fuck this bitter jazz, right? I have a crush on myself, damnit.. and this year, I'm gonna treat myself like a lady.
But anyway. For Valentine's Day:
Let us celebrate being single without being bitter, no? What's all this jazz about needing someone to complete you? We're whole beings on our own, contrary to popular belief. It is in this spirit (and also the avoidance of writing an essay) that I present my list of the ways I will romance myself on Valentine's Day. I invite you to follow suit.
1. Send myself a rose from "George Glass"
2. shelve the grannie panties and wear some sexy underduds so I can surprise myself later on
3. Take a trip to my favorite local pornstore and buy some 70s porn and a new toy... because I'm worth it.
4. Curl up with LOVE AND DEATH IN LONG ISLAND and remember it's okay to be obsessed with Jason Priestly because, in the end, I'll have a firmer understanding of who I really am
5. What the fuck? Strip slowly in front of a mirror to My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult's "Wasted Time" (which you might recognize from the infamous lap dance sequence in SHOWGIRLS... seizures optional)
6. Take a bath with rosepetals (a la george glass) and read from Betty Dodson's SEX FOR ONE followed by some Anais Nin erotica (with some yacht rock stylings in the background)
7. Break out the mirror and speculum and really get to know myself
8. Light some candles, dim the lights, chill the ham and try out my new toy... but really taking my time. Maybe implement some hot wax, feather, ice cubes. Who knows?
Fuck this bitter jazz, right? I have a crush on myself, damnit.. and this year, I'm gonna treat myself like a lady.
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i understand what you're going through... i found out at our meeting the other day that not only are they recording the video tap, they want an on-set editor to assemble it to make sure it works. that's a lot of jobs being underscored there - especially mine; it's like nobody has faith in anybody else to do their jobs right.
i understand where he was coming from with the email - i mean, especially now that we don't have to build as many sets, we can definitely afford tortilla chips - but that aside, when did everybody become so fucking retentive? i think this is the nature of the P-word beast - this is my first, and i'm hoping it doesn't boil down to being my last.