Everybody says Hell's the hippest way to go....
Alright I have a sec so Ill update...
Im very very sick, bronchitis in fact. Even tho I put myself in a nyquil coma after work last night, I still couldnt breathe, havent slept in a while, good times...
Had a breakdown with Mikey today (whom is also sick), I just dont understand (its prob not my job to) why everything is sooo fucking hard for me. I've been sticking to my new years resolutions very closely, but the storm water keeps rising. Seriously all I do is work, write, clean, think, and plot. Dont go out much anymore at all, dont drink or do anything during the week (shocker i know). Im just tired of everything hardcore.
Had a crazy sat night downtown, after we got out of work, some friends and I went to this new gallery opening downtown. Incidentally, it was my friend Camillo's bday (who owned the gallery/loft/performance space). Made me miss NYC, it was very Warhol/factoryesque. I had explosive diahrrea so I drove down to Detroit Recieving Hospital at 4:30am to blow my ass out in their ER bathroom, it was actually pretty funny as I thought of myself all done up running thru the freezing ghetto doubled over with cramps.
Had the Ferndale Blues Fest last night, at soho the dyke division of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir belted out jesus tunes for hours. It was priceless; bull dykes singing gospel at a gay martini bar, the fags were in a tizzy. My crew of friends is kinda drifting apart and it sux, this happens all the time in my Rolling Stone type lifestyle, but its getting old, they all have boyfriends and exciting things going on in their lives, im happy for everybody tho, just sad waiting for my number to be called....
I miss Tonya, she left for El Salvador this week for two years with the Peace Core, another soulmate gone :(
ok enough whining....let's see some good news....I went platinum again (Im happier as a blonde), gonna start up my own Blonde Ambition Tour pretty soon, and I FINALLY got glasses so now I have the gift of sight, kick ass turtle-shell Gucci specs....enough for now my pain killers are kicking in.
David Bowie is Mod Love
Im very very sick, bronchitis in fact. Even tho I put myself in a nyquil coma after work last night, I still couldnt breathe, havent slept in a while, good times...
Had a breakdown with Mikey today (whom is also sick), I just dont understand (its prob not my job to) why everything is sooo fucking hard for me. I've been sticking to my new years resolutions very closely, but the storm water keeps rising. Seriously all I do is work, write, clean, think, and plot. Dont go out much anymore at all, dont drink or do anything during the week (shocker i know). Im just tired of everything hardcore.
Had a crazy sat night downtown, after we got out of work, some friends and I went to this new gallery opening downtown. Incidentally, it was my friend Camillo's bday (who owned the gallery/loft/performance space). Made me miss NYC, it was very Warhol/factoryesque. I had explosive diahrrea so I drove down to Detroit Recieving Hospital at 4:30am to blow my ass out in their ER bathroom, it was actually pretty funny as I thought of myself all done up running thru the freezing ghetto doubled over with cramps.
Had the Ferndale Blues Fest last night, at soho the dyke division of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir belted out jesus tunes for hours. It was priceless; bull dykes singing gospel at a gay martini bar, the fags were in a tizzy. My crew of friends is kinda drifting apart and it sux, this happens all the time in my Rolling Stone type lifestyle, but its getting old, they all have boyfriends and exciting things going on in their lives, im happy for everybody tho, just sad waiting for my number to be called....
I miss Tonya, she left for El Salvador this week for two years with the Peace Core, another soulmate gone :(
ok enough whining....let's see some good news....I went platinum again (Im happier as a blonde), gonna start up my own Blonde Ambition Tour pretty soon, and I FINALLY got glasses so now I have the gift of sight, kick ass turtle-shell Gucci specs....enough for now my pain killers are kicking in.
David Bowie is Mod Love