I haven’t had time to write all week…but I did work 40 hours this week, I think for the first time in my life.
I’m working a bunch on my company’s website. I have to be done by Aug. 1, the time I go on vacation…although launching when I go on vacation might not be the best idea.
What ‘ev.
I spent the night painting and surfing the web… I don’t know how you can combine these activities, but I did.
I’ve been super-busy in addition to work…I guess I’ll narrate my photostream:
Opening DJ for the Honeycut show
The aftermath of the hotel party with Sara and Amanda!…
Sushi boat when Derrick, Zero, Sam and I went out to Nishiki (we made the sailz!)
Chris’s shirt he won at his birthday party at Chuck E. Cheeze (lol)
Creepy animatronic Chuck E Cheeze at Chris’s b-day party.
Painting I did tonight.
More work on this one…it’s nearing completion.
Check Zero’s photostream for more hot pics of the Thrill Kill Kult concert…which was fucking amazing.
That show was just so great that the Honeycut show could only be mediocre in comparison…which it was. I staked out my spot in the front row, which unfortunately only gave me a view of the lead singer’s crotch. Zero got a bunch of pictures but was being super-rude…touching the singer and shit and putting the camera like right in his face.
The cast party for Where There’s a Will (that semi-horrible show that Mari is in) is tomorrow, I’m going to get trashed and beat up Zero if he tries to touch me, woo!
I finally got paid…which meant I was able to pay my bills and my credit card and have a little left over.
It really sucks… all the things I want are like $300 now. Aaron and I went to Fry’s today and I didn’t find anything I wanted. I mean there were these speakers that were pretty good but they were $130 and I never use speakers anyway because I live with other people. I guess that’s why I haven’t gotten mine back from zero… I only use them the three times a month that Grammie is away.
She came in here earlier tonight and told me that my aunt Kathleen was on her way over to kill her. What do you even say to that?
That’s when you know it’s time to watch a kitschy movie to take your mind off things…so Aaron came over and we watched Death Becomes Her...such a fantastic movie. Isabella Rossellini is positively stunning…I had no idea she was a Lancome model for 14 years. Well, she made her screen debut for me in The Saddest Music In The World, but still.
So I kind of stopped talking to Brian… we were having a cooling off period for a week or so but I just have no desire to call him. It’s going to be the same old crap… the same old crap I’ve been hearing about for two years. OH NOES! I DON’T HAVE A BOYFRIEND! while ignoring every real problem in his life, not going to school, basically not ever leaving his house, and working his part-time job.
He just doesn’t want to grow up…he’s a Toys-R-Us kid. You can’t just keep repeating the same behaviors over and over again and expect them to be reinforced. And, of course, the elephant in the room, my friendship with his ex Aaron. They’ve been broken up a year… when anyone asks him about it he gives the same response… it “makes him feel sick.” Well, Peter Pan, it’s time to fucking grow up. Get a full-time job. Move out of your mom’s house. Stop bitching about not having a boyfriend. Srsly, are you twelve, Brian? I’m sick of this shit.
Anyway, moving on to more positive subjects… I really like those little canvases, they allow you to say so much with so little.
I don’t know what’s going on with the Andrew situation. I mean, it seemed like this was all building to this precipice and I was supposed to step over the bridge… but when I finally made that whole journey get there Irealized that I didn’t want to do it in the first place. Which is the way that it’s supposed to happen. I read Of Human Bondage. I know this shit.
I mean, I don’t want to date him, so that leaves us as fuck buddies…but I know more attractive guys than him… so what’s the point? I thought he had some interest in me as a person… but it turns out that I’m just the only gay guy that he knows. And quite frankly, I think it’s despicable that he thinks that it’s okay to talk to me after me ignoring me for so long.
He’s a wannabe hipster stoner…they’re a dime a dozen.
I really need to leave sacramento. After December, the only solution is to either move downtown and get myself a crew of downtown friends I will hate, or just move away. I picture myself blasting Saint Etienne as I drive far, far away. But it’s hard to drive far with $5/gallon gas.
I need to do more research on colleges. I’ll do that tomorrow morning. It’s 2:24 and I’m not tired at all. I should go lie down anyway.