you know what i don’t like? getting spam about my friends.
i take personal offense to it.
today in my inbox is an email with the subject line "chocolate whore marie luv getting nailed by 10 big cocks"
marie luv is such a sweet girl, she really doesn’t deserve to be in my junk folder.
so the other night i watched sex and the city for like 6 hours. no one was home and I was indulging in some me-time… so I spent it doing something my roommates would never let me do. My roommates are boys. Some boys do in fact like sex and the city- and fancy the show as some kind of guilty pleasure but my roommates are not that type of guy. They are alpha males who think the show is stupid and they’re not even just saying that to prove something, they really mean it.
I haven’t watched the show in a while. I have been addicted to watching Entourage which is very much like sex and the city, but with guys, and in Los Angeles. Blah. Anyways, everyone is supposed to watch the show and think of like, who they are- right? I used to think I was the Carrie, because, I write and well… she’s the star of the show and she has a very nice stomach and nice shoes. I don’t think my stomach is all that great, neither is my shoe collection… but I would like them to be (i am talking about both the stomach and the shoes.)
So for the past few days I have been walking around with a very loud inner monologue in my head narrating psycho analyzing everything I do. It’s rather annoying. I also feel incredibly underdressed.Like, I can’t just go get a bowl of cereal and take it for what it is, I have to think about how the cereal is symbolic of my life, and how every corn-flake is like a guy I have slept with.
someone just wrote me a message on myspace… the extent to our relationship was that we both co-exist as photographs in eachother’s friend’s groups. I don’t think we ever made it to the comment level of our pseudo friendship. in any case, he wrote me a message saying good bye- because he was going to delete his myspace page, and find god. Apparently he had deleted his page once before but fell off the wagon and re-created it. I don’t know why he can’t find god, with a myspace page… or more importantly, I don’t know why he felt the need to tell me all this.
at first i thought it was a practical joke, but then i was like… what would someone get out of this if it was a joke? i don’t really get it.
anyways, that’s all. just wanted to share this with you.
so i got a new tattoo. It’s a blue rose on the back of my neck. it’s very frustrating becaue i can’t really see it properly. I have to use 2 mirrors and angle them all weird to get excited about it.
I got it on Friday. We shot a scene for the new movie I am working on (called girls girls girls like the motley crue song) in a tattoo shop- it was called "Traditional Ink" on Melrose. The owner of the shop was like "let me tattoo you!" and I was like… OK. I knew before I got there that I would leave with some new ink. I can’t go to a tattoo shop and not get anything. I did that once- and it sucked. I watched my friend get tattooed and just sorta sat there, jealous and annoyed. It was rather selfish, I will admit but hey I am just being honest.
Some people like to have their one tattoo person who does all their work. Me personally, I like having different people tattoo me. Every time I get one done by someone else it’s like, a different experience. I guess I am sorta slutty when it comes to tattoo artists. I am not very loyal.
If I can get a picture of my tattoo somehow i’ll post it up here so you can see it.
she is out in LA getting tied up and doing some work for me! woohoo! anyways, tonight we went out to dinner, split a bottle of wine… she got drunk after .5 glasses (not five, but point five) and started talking about blowjobs very loudly – and the table full of old ladies left the restaurant. It could have been coincidental.. maybe they were done with their food?
i doubt it.