Now I don’t have cancer, but I do have to go to the dentist tomorrow and I should get some amazingly minor oral surgery, but the charge for it is pretty amazingly high for something so minor and my last oral surgery experience literally almost killed me.
I really truly deeply appreciate how many people jumped to the call for help with banners for BlueBlood.com.
I really truly deeply am annoyed at how many people were praying there was some weirdness with Keiko because I posted an oblique comment, intended to jog the memories of like 3 to 5 people who read my journal and would know what I was referring to. There was no issue of any kind. It was a totally insignificant remark and I’m sick to death of feeling like the slightest offhand thing I post will be vivisected and put on trial. I post about serious health worries and nobody says fucking boo, but, I post something which could maybe imply there was social drama, and everyone gets all aflutter.
I’ve been trying to get one of the design people that I work with to finish some work for MissBunny.com and I am out of my mind that I was promised four day turnaround the beginning of December. She looks so much cooler than that old tour shows and the new content is so way cooler. I’m switching up the responsibilities on it, but it depresses me to take someone off a project when they keep asking for another chance and will obviously be really sad if replaced. It makes me feel like a big meanie, but I need to get stuff finished too.
While I am at it, I would like to mention that psycho competitive people really piss me off. I’m sick of getting mail-bombed and I’m sick of things which should be fun being made kinda unfun. I’m sick of people who try to make good people feel bad for their choices. I hate when people do something bad and then they demonize their victims. People who try to turn everything into a competition are just insecure losers. [EDIT: Fuck, I said something eloquent in here which I truly mean from the heart, only I don’t feel like seeing a bunch of competitive assholes repeating my words like they thought of them, so I deleted them from my post.] I’m sick of people who think they are being brilliant socialites by playing both sides of a fence, when really they are just being two-faced jerks who are friends to no one, not even themselves. I’m sick of people trying get me to create (or associate my brand with) disgusting porno. I’m sick of people trying get my friends to create (or associate my brand with) disgusting porno. I’m sick of people who tent their pants just talking to me, but discount my fashion or music photography or my writing etc. because they are so turned on by my erotic photography. I’m sick of grody companies and grody people cozying up to me, not because they want to be my allies or friends, but because they want to be Blue Blood or be me and ideally replace me with a pod person who acts sorta like me . . . just with no heart or spirit or soul.
/end rant
Oh, fuck it. I’m rambling and I’m probably not even really that annoyed. My tooth just really hurts and I’m overworked. Forrest just called and he is doing really cool stuff. He is so awesome and amazing. I know he can do just about anything and he still impresses me all the time. I seem to have also invoked the MIA design person because he messaged me in the middle of my little outpouring here. Maybe the MissBunny.com redesign will happen without a whole lot more managing required of me. Chaotika made me a really cool and thoughtful picture. Scar is a really perfect human being. I had a really nice (and productive) time hanging out with V this afternoon and getting dogs and coffee. J took me for nummy cheeseburgers with no buns. I enjoyed chatting with E and S and B earlier today. I’m looking forward to editing B’s photos. I got a new stuffed animal I am very excited about. I menaced J with it all through dinner. He had to carry a gun case down Hollywood Blvd while wearing Prada shades and designer jeans specially imported from Japan. It was funny. I lost five pounds. The weather in Los Angeles is beautiful.
The Advil started working while I was talking to Forrest.
/end counting blessings
