I went out on the town last night and had a great time. I went out Tuesday night to something completely different and had a great time. I missed someone’s birthday on Monday which I would have liked to have also attended, although I guess I was working on an interview thingie at the time.
I’m feeling kind of stabby at the moment.
Sometimes when I get to travel or spend time with friends and family (people who care about me and are not wound up with BS) . . . well, it makes the BS that much harder to bear. It is like I can tell the difference between fun and human contact versus stress and conflict.
I ordered laptops like two months ago and then there was some weird thing where they needed a response from me and I didn’t see it in my email because it has been being mail-bombed relentlessly. I delete thousands of emails every day and I’m not caught up. I’ve got multiple people working on stuff like MySpace, but I’m not sure I want to have someone else go through my emails, even if I could. I should just re-order, but I stress overload every time I go to do it. And now I’m going to be traveling without one this month.
People are always hitting up Blue Blood models to try to get something out of me and they are always hitting me up to get something out of Blue Blood models. The idea was about celebration, not competitive theft. Nobody ever wants to support new models either, but they sure get all fascinated once the girls are on Blue Blood.
Also, here is a tip: If you want to get something from me, make sure you are pitching something reasonable and fair, and fucking ask me or contact an appropriate person in my organization. If you want to have Blue Blood sponsor a party or you want to interview me or Forrest or one of the photographers or writers or models, then contact the press email on the Blue Blood MySpace Profile or BlueBlood.com and not a random model. [EDIT: Well, now I feel extra-stabby. Looks like, when the MySpace HTML got nuked, supposedly by hacking, it looks like we didn’t put the email contacts back up. Fuck. The paragraph Forrest and I wrote for that was good and I don’t know if I can do it as well on a second go-round.]
I will now say that part of why I feel stabby is that my job is fucking hard enough without having to deal with competitive and exclusionary dicks trying to make it harder.
I keep having major news outlets interview me for articles which then get mysteriously shelved. WTF? I guess Penthouse just did a cool thing on Blue Blood and I should write something about that when I’m feeling less pissed off and frustrated.
Even watching TiVo pissed me off tonight.