oh, not to MENTION the Secret Bar and Danceteria. more on that later.

i was talking to bonnie today about the sense of dread that overwhelms us when dealing with livejournal. the words banal and unproductive were used. we are both becoming afraid that it is a forum within which we privately isolate our crushing depressions, mausoleum-style, hoping that they will not rise from their textual grave. i hope to eventually ( Read more... )

There are people who procrastinate with real flair, and then there are the lazy-asses who do absolutely nothing of interest while evading their responsibilities. I think I’m among the latter of these two. After reading every sex column on the Internet, searching Ebay for a cheap condemned barn that I can purchase/ live/ produce performance art/ ( Read more... )

I’m sitting looking all glassy-eyed at my friends’ beautiful, erudite, uncalculated and effortless bits of writing on the Inter Web, wondering why I’m dogging myself the whole time I’m doing it, especially since it was maybe a good week in that I almost bought a warehouse in Baltimore with 2 friends. But still the flavor of the day is relentlessly ( Read more... )

Today it is raining. The mountains, normally obscene colors and achingly close-looking, are gone. The Strip is pale, veiled by gray sheets of rain in the distance, and the hotel /casinos’ features are masked, giving the vista the appearance of that of a real city. The landscape is so fascinating that I buy a burrito and park the car in a field and ( Read more... )

Aw fuck, Vice, you really dropped the ball on this one. What's next, Antigua? Moncalieri? Why don't you just shit on my fucking vacation house and kick my arthritic mom in the shins?

The only thing that's interrupted the frenetic flow of the last few days is me blatantly ignoring the things that might make it more frenetic, and not doing them, and performing the most acrobatic cognitive dissonance of the year so I don't think about it. Like these 2 articles I am working on now, which I hate and never want to see again ever. And ( Read more... )

Nothing beats the realization that your last several days’ worth of abject misery are a result of you accidentally starving yourself ( Read more... )

Dear Lil' Kim ( Read more... )

Nothing but violent kickboxing classes, spittle of the instructor flying in your faces as he screams that you are weak. This is the third or fourth time that my mood has plunged severely after taking this man's class. Nowhere else do I feel such a profound sense of being devoured by fitness culture. His classes are always too crowded, he is too ( Read more... )