and because I am just that gay....
I just finished watching this movie "going bananas" which featured Dom
deLuise and some young child actor trying to save a talking monkey from
being stolen to the circus. It was actually pretty good, but only because
it made me smile, and that's all you can ask these days anyhow; and a good top
for my catching "Neverending Story" this morning as the lovely slept.
Yes, these are the things I do when I am bedridden. Eddie and I were bedridden part of this weekend with this cold that won't leave my lungs. My lungs, now chucking up pieces of themselves. To the point where my incisions, usually only aggravated by overexertion bartending or once the cold hits, have decided to kick me in the chest. Ouch ouch. They had to slice through a few ribs and repaired them in a somewhat ghetto fashion, stapling and strapping and taping shit up. But when I cough a lot, as I have been this morning, and then do anything as simple as walking out the door holding something (or the wuppy for that matter) the pain starts vibrating across my chest cavity on the left side. Lurching one way or the other is not so sexy, because nothing, despite the fetal position, seems to help the pain in the least. I just swallowed a few tylenol for good measure, hoping something here stops because this really really stinks. It's an ache I can't really describe, and unless you have bones shifted and the muscles holding them sliced through, you wouldn't know how bizarre and dull and vibrating this pain can be.
But enough of that. I was walking today through my neighborhood, which was once Eddie's neighborhood, thinking, thank god I left Jersey shitty. This neighborhood breathes life. And those ten minute walks to my house in the morning make life so much happier, so much more rockstar all of the way. And my puppy, little Asa, has almost turned nicer, believe it or not. Eddie taught her this thing, "gimme a kiss, Asa" and she runs to him and kisses him on the mouth or nose. She actually does it to whomever says it, given that I am always trying to tell her to "Give him a kiss" where she inevitably attacks my nose or mouth with kisses. Speaking of which: my roommate from Australia is leaving at the end of August back home, which puts a nice room up for rent with a lot of sun, a four by four skylight, but no side windows, a large living area, and your room could be fully furnished if you would like as well. I think it is ten by twelve, with ten foot ceilings. I think he is either asking $650 or $700, or somewhere in between but its a killer space, one block from Union Pool in Williamsburg, Crooklyn. This makes it exactly 2.5 blocks from the Lorimer L stop so if you know anyone, lemme know. Must love dogs. And hopefully not be opposed to helping walk her every once in a while. My other roommate (the leaseholder) is really mellow and barely there. And I will be off down the street often as well. But yeah, head's up.
I also realized I have had no cigarettes in my body for like several months now. I used to partake in the cheating drag fairly often, pulling one off of a friend every once in a while. But now, nothing. I don't even smoke ze other stuff anymore. Maybe in the Winter, but not with this heat and my tendency to dehydrate and wither.
Tomorrow I audition for a fRanz ferdinand video. Which should be nice. It's lovely having friends in high places (as casting directors). I might make it on MTv yet...hahaha.
And also. I have decided to return to my former place a la deaa
I realized girlfriend I was trying to escape who stalks my journal on a daily basis apparently isn't gonna stop. And my boy, whom I love dearly, fell for me because of the way and what I wrote there. It's my persona, and maybe, just maybe, I will use this puppy for other stuff, ie, venting delicious anger. So if you are not on that list, pop me a line and I will add you to my friend's list. Because, I do have to start locking all of the entries. Something I was once opposed to...and may choose to oppose locking again sometime much later after the wicked witch
is gone.
Also, if you are not on my list, it probably means I won't even bother reading your stuff. I am an ass like that, too lazy to care about typing people's names in and even checking up.
Yes, these are the things I do when I am bedridden. Eddie and I were bedridden part of this weekend with this cold that won't leave my lungs. My lungs, now chucking up pieces of themselves. To the point where my incisions, usually only aggravated by overexertion bartending or once the cold hits, have decided to kick me in the chest. Ouch ouch. They had to slice through a few ribs and repaired them in a somewhat ghetto fashion, stapling and strapping and taping shit up. But when I cough a lot, as I have been this morning, and then do anything as simple as walking out the door holding something (or the wuppy for that matter) the pain starts vibrating across my chest cavity on the left side. Lurching one way or the other is not so sexy, because nothing, despite the fetal position, seems to help the pain in the least. I just swallowed a few tylenol for good measure, hoping something here stops because this really really stinks. It's an ache I can't really describe, and unless you have bones shifted and the muscles holding them sliced through, you wouldn't know how bizarre and dull and vibrating this pain can be.
But enough of that. I was walking today through my neighborhood, which was once Eddie's neighborhood, thinking, thank god I left Jersey shitty. This neighborhood breathes life. And those ten minute walks to my house in the morning make life so much happier, so much more rockstar all of the way. And my puppy, little Asa, has almost turned nicer, believe it or not. Eddie taught her this thing, "gimme a kiss, Asa" and she runs to him and kisses him on the mouth or nose. She actually does it to whomever says it, given that I am always trying to tell her to "Give him a kiss" where she inevitably attacks my nose or mouth with kisses. Speaking of which: my roommate from Australia is leaving at the end of August back home, which puts a nice room up for rent with a lot of sun, a four by four skylight, but no side windows, a large living area, and your room could be fully furnished if you would like as well. I think it is ten by twelve, with ten foot ceilings. I think he is either asking $650 or $700, or somewhere in between but its a killer space, one block from Union Pool in Williamsburg, Crooklyn. This makes it exactly 2.5 blocks from the Lorimer L stop so if you know anyone, lemme know. Must love dogs. And hopefully not be opposed to helping walk her every once in a while. My other roommate (the leaseholder) is really mellow and barely there. And I will be off down the street often as well. But yeah, head's up.
I also realized I have had no cigarettes in my body for like several months now. I used to partake in the cheating drag fairly often, pulling one off of a friend every once in a while. But now, nothing. I don't even smoke ze other stuff anymore. Maybe in the Winter, but not with this heat and my tendency to dehydrate and wither.
Tomorrow I audition for a fRanz ferdinand video. Which should be nice. It's lovely having friends in high places (as casting directors). I might make it on MTv yet...hahaha.
And also. I have decided to return to my former place a la deaa
I realized girlfriend I was trying to escape who stalks my journal on a daily basis apparently isn't gonna stop. And my boy, whom I love dearly, fell for me because of the way and what I wrote there. It's my persona, and maybe, just maybe, I will use this puppy for other stuff, ie, venting delicious anger. So if you are not on that list, pop me a line and I will add you to my friend's list. Because, I do have to start locking all of the entries. Something I was once opposed to...and may choose to oppose locking again sometime much later after the wicked witch
is gone.
Also, if you are not on my list, it probably means I won't even bother reading your stuff. I am an ass like that, too lazy to care about typing people's names in and even checking up.