Sister BOREDOM came and drew my pen to paper.
Mon Dieu. It's my fifth day taking off work because of this bout of strep throat, and I've reverted to the usual thing that happens somehow when terribly bored for long amounts of time: a new LiveJournal.
But this one's purdy. It's got Drew Sarich on it.
Anywhore, aside from coughing up blood, it's been a fairly good day. Even a little bit productive, if I say so myself. I've been outlining more of what I want The Groupie Manifesto to be. It's not an easy task. I've had it in the back of my mind since I was fourteen, so to remember everything and sort it all out is a bit overwhelming. That, and the nostalgia that comes with it kind of makes homesick for that life. I'm plenty happy with things the way they are now - I've in fact never in my entire life been happier. But those days held an edge that I just don't find now. It's not even the sexual thing, and it's not that I'm doing any less of a good job at meeting my idols. (Eighteen more days til Brel, WOOT!) I think maybe with the Placebo show coming up, I'm terrfied, in my usual instant-gratification ways, that I won't be able to meet Stefan. I feel rusty, out of practice, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but...old.
One day at a time, I suppose. I've been talking to the Beatle Band-Aides of Los Angeles who may get me in with Pamela des Barres. I would positively die. She's been my idol since I was thirteen! She's a goddess and a legend and I would love to have her involvement in the project. Cynthia Albritton may be putting a hand in, but not until next year, after she's published her autobiography. It seems my MySpace correspondences have all been highly beneficial lately - Cynthia, the BBA's, keeping up with the Drew Crew, and speaking to Uriel about entry into House Anubis. That will be a hell of a change. In my years since Awakening I've remained solitary, a loner by choice, my usual reaction to meeting others being that of suspicion. But there's so much more that I would know, and the best way to do that is through others.
In my sickness, I've been staying at my mother's rather than at my loft - I'm using this strep thing as a time to quit smoking, and all my roomies being chainsmokers would certainly not help either my attempt at quitting, or my throat. My darling Lestat misses me, though. He was so cute on AIM...
forevervmpr21 (3:27:58 PM): You feeling better sleepy?
lovethesadchild (3:28:15 PM): Nope. Coughed up blood today, actually.
forevervmpr21 (3:28:21 PM): Thats not good
forevervmpr21 (3:28:25 PM): what a bad vampire you are
lovethesadchild (3:28:35 PM): ROFLMAO
forevervmpr21 (3:28:55 PM): you should learn to swallow your food
forevervmpr21 (3:28:55 PM): I cant believe im going to say this about you
forevervmpr21 (3:29:03 PM): but you need to come home to add some sanity to the house
lovethesadchild (3:29:17 PM): ....Whoa, that IS bad.
Well, darlings and loves and darling loves, I'm off! I think I'm going to try to make some progress on the Manifesto - you know, work on something that isn't the Acknowledgments page. -Sheepish grin.-
But this one's purdy. It's got Drew Sarich on it.
Anywhore, aside from coughing up blood, it's been a fairly good day. Even a little bit productive, if I say so myself. I've been outlining more of what I want The Groupie Manifesto to be. It's not an easy task. I've had it in the back of my mind since I was fourteen, so to remember everything and sort it all out is a bit overwhelming. That, and the nostalgia that comes with it kind of makes homesick for that life. I'm plenty happy with things the way they are now - I've in fact never in my entire life been happier. But those days held an edge that I just don't find now. It's not even the sexual thing, and it's not that I'm doing any less of a good job at meeting my idols. (Eighteen more days til Brel, WOOT!) I think maybe with the Placebo show coming up, I'm terrfied, in my usual instant-gratification ways, that I won't be able to meet Stefan. I feel rusty, out of practice, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but...old.
One day at a time, I suppose. I've been talking to the Beatle Band-Aides of Los Angeles who may get me in with Pamela des Barres. I would positively die. She's been my idol since I was thirteen! She's a goddess and a legend and I would love to have her involvement in the project. Cynthia Albritton may be putting a hand in, but not until next year, after she's published her autobiography. It seems my MySpace correspondences have all been highly beneficial lately - Cynthia, the BBA's, keeping up with the Drew Crew, and speaking to Uriel about entry into House Anubis. That will be a hell of a change. In my years since Awakening I've remained solitary, a loner by choice, my usual reaction to meeting others being that of suspicion. But there's so much more that I would know, and the best way to do that is through others.
In my sickness, I've been staying at my mother's rather than at my loft - I'm using this strep thing as a time to quit smoking, and all my roomies being chainsmokers would certainly not help either my attempt at quitting, or my throat. My darling Lestat misses me, though. He was so cute on AIM...
forevervmpr21 (3:27:58 PM): You feeling better sleepy?
lovethesadchild (3:28:15 PM): Nope. Coughed up blood today, actually.
forevervmpr21 (3:28:21 PM): Thats not good
forevervmpr21 (3:28:25 PM): what a bad vampire you are
lovethesadchild (3:28:35 PM): ROFLMAO
forevervmpr21 (3:28:55 PM): you should learn to swallow your food
forevervmpr21 (3:28:55 PM): I cant believe im going to say this about you
forevervmpr21 (3:29:03 PM): but you need to come home to add some sanity to the house
lovethesadchild (3:29:17 PM): ....Whoa, that IS bad.
Well, darlings and loves and darling loves, I'm off! I think I'm going to try to make some progress on the Manifesto - you know, work on something that isn't the Acknowledgments page. -Sheepish grin.-