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So FOX TV has this totally addictive and involving on once a week. One of the main characters just overdosed. And now we take a break for baseball. The fall season starts in October. The fall season? Mid-September is fall already thank you.

When I was a kid, we had box seats to the Yankees and to the Mets. Although I was an insomniac little tyke, I would go to games and fall asleep in the middle of the ball park as soon as the Yankees were ahead. When we went to Mets games, I would fall asleep as soon as the Mets were behind.

And, yes, I am addicted to watching The O.C. I’m actually 17.

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What am I gonna do with my life?

A forum I frequent was just asking people what they did before doing websites. My answer:

Before this I did pretty much the same thing in print.

Have also been a stagehand, store manager, and about a billion other things.

Worst day job ever: A friend of mine and I took these helium balloons and tank and drove to a spot designated on a map. Then we had to make sure the balloons stayed aloft . . . so the airplanes dispensing pesticide would know where to spray. For some reason, although we both got really sick and couldn’t finish the number of weeks in the contract, we were able to negotiate so that they paid us for the whole thing anyway.

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Thinking about this reminds me of when I finished university and didn’t know what to do next. I was so the girl most-likely-to-succeed. Career planning told me to be an entrepreneur. My parents told me mostly nothing and occasionally circled low-end mindless jobs with no room for advancement in the newspaper. Admin Assist this. I told my father that I wanted a career that would truly consume me, that I could be passionate about, that I need passion, intensity, rock and roll in my life, a job I would want to take home with me. My father repeated this for years after as I said, “I just wanna rock” which is fucking retarded and not something anyone who knows me could ever imagine me saying. A sometime boyfriend of mine offered to get me a job as a junior management consultant. Unfortunately, he described it as me being sort of his secretary but more important, so I told him to keep his sexual fantasies to himself.

I guess I have a bunch of different jobs now. I don’t really know what to say I do when people ask, it feels so complicated, but I guess it works out.

A friend of mine from school just wrote to me and when I told him what I was up to, I said I apparently take photos of naked people and party with rock stars. It is not 100% fullfilling, but it is more or less what I set out to do.

I don’t know what I really want to be doing. Feeling kind of low on the fullfillment meter today. Don’t think I’m still hungover.

A forum I frequent was just asking people what they did before doing websites. My answer:

Before this I did pretty much the same thing in print.

Have also been a stagehand, store manager, and about a billion other things.

Worst day job ever: A friend of mine and I took these helium balloons and tank and drove to a spot designated on a map. Then we had to make sure the balloons stayed aloft . . . so the airplanes dispensing pesticide would know where to spray. For some reason, although we both got really sick and couldn’t finish the number of weeks in the contract, we were able to negotiate so that they paid us for the whole thing anyway.

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Thinking about this reminds me of when I finished university and didn’t know what to do next. I was so the girl most-likely-to-succeed. Career planning told me to be an entrepreneur. My parents told me mostly nothing and occasionally circled low-end mindless jobs with no room for advancement in the newspaper. Admin Assist this. I told my father that I wanted a career that would truly consume me, that I could be passionate about, that I need passion, intensity, rock and roll in my life, a job I would want to take home with me. My father repeated this for years after as I said, “I just wanna rock” which is fucking retarded and not something anyone who knows me could ever imagine me saying. A sometime boyfriend of mine offered to get me a job as a junior management consultant. Unfortunately, he described it as me being sort of his secretary but more important, so I told him to keep his sexual fantasies to himself.

I guess I have a bunch of different jobs now. I don’t really know what to say I do when people ask, it feels so complicated, but I guess it works out.

A friend of mine from school just wrote to me and when I told him what I was up to, I said I apparently take photos of naked people and party with rock stars. It is not 100% fullfilling, but it is more or less what I set out to do.

I don’t know what I really want to be doing. Feeling kind of low on the fullfillment meter today. Don’t think I’m still hungover.

Went to see a friend’s band play tonight. Supposed to be at an afterparty now but can’t bring myself to leave the house again. Got food poisoning the night before last and didn’t eat anything but half a smoothie yesterday. Went drinking with a webmaster I know mostly from online. Man, note to self, do not attempt to match drinks with an adult webmaster because some of those guys can really drink. And there was that whole empty stomach thing too. I think I had a conversation about music with my drinking bud which was so good and real and un-LA that I lost track of time. Either that or I blacked out for a few. I practically never drink and I’ve gotten actually drunk, really drunk, twice this week. Can’t tell if this means something or is just an odd confluence of factors. Once was to get a big radio interview and once to attempt to make human contact in person and make a new friend. I didn’t used to be too freaked out to leave the house, but more and more, I find the whole leaving my cave thing to be a tense and unsatisfying practice.

Went to get my hair cut today. Contemplated suicide to avoid getting up this afternoon when my alarm went off. Got up anyway. My hairdresser felt so bad for me as he pulled on my hair to get the cut right. I told him not to worry because I was tough and could take it and deserved it. In a weird way it actually helped clear my head. Driving to OC to go to the only guy I trust did not help my head, but it had to be done. In a minute, I am going to watch this week’s OC on TiVo, eat some leftover pulled pork, and hopefully get to sleep. I still have not figured out what I find so compelling about that show. It is the sort of thing I would not normally be into. Been feeling a bit not myself lately.

After my haircut, I wanted to wait out rush hour and Saks was having this bizarre thing where the Ritz-Carlton was catering. Had a couple of teensy snack things and a bunch of Pelligrino courtesy of the Ritz. Bought some clothes which I actually need as my wardrobe is getting kinda thin. Whole thing was really surreal. They had a guest plastic surgeon as one of the speakers for the event. I live in Southern Cali indeed. Very surreal.

Here is a late night self-portrait of my new haircut after a night on the town . . . drinking bottled water:

Went to see a friend’s band play tonight. Supposed to be at an afterparty now but can’t bring myself to leave the house again. Got food poisoning the night before last and didn’t eat anything but half a smoothie yesterday. Went drinking with a webmaster I know mostly from online. Man, note to self, do not attempt to match drinks with an adult webmaster because some of those guys can really drink. And there was that whole empty stomach thing too. I think I had a conversation about music with my drinking bud which was so good and real and un-LA that I lost track of time. Either that or I blacked out for a few. I practically never drink and I’ve gotten actually drunk, really drunk, twice this week. Can’t tell if this means something or is just an odd confluence of factors. Once was to get a big radio interview and once to attempt to make human contact in person and make a new friend. I didn’t used to be too freaked out to leave the house, but more and more, I find the whole leaving my cave thing to be a tense and unsatisfying practice.

Went to get my hair cut today. Contemplated suicide to avoid getting up this afternoon when my alarm went off. Got up anyway. My hairdresser felt so bad for me as he pulled on my hair to get the cut right. I told him not to worry because I was tough and could take it and deserved it. In a weird way it actually helped clear my head. Driving to OC to go to the only guy I trust did not help my head, but it had to be done. In a minute, I am going to watch this week’s OC on TiVo, eat some leftover pulled pork, and hopefully get to sleep. I still have not figured out what I find so compelling about that show. It is the sort of thing I would not normally be into. Been feeling a bit not myself lately.

After my haircut, I wanted to wait out rush hour and Saks was having this bizarre thing where the Ritz-Carlton was catering. Had a couple of teensy snack things and a bunch of Pelligrino courtesy of the Ritz. Bought some clothes which I actually need as my wardrobe is getting kinda thin. Whole thing was really surreal. They had a guest plastic surgeon as one of the speakers for the event. I live in Southern Cali indeed. Very surreal.

Here is a late night self-portrait of my new haircut after a night on the town . . . drinking bottled water:

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ForrestBlack Rules! He made a picture of the day for RubberDollies.com and helped me set up all the model passes. Now I just have to email everyone. Can’t tell if I should start a new project now or get some sleep. I think I might have a haircut tomorrow, but I don’t know what time. Just redid the purple, but it is getting nappy, so it is definitely time for a trim.

Kisses to Ugly Shyla and Darlene

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ForrestBlack Rules! He made a picture of the day for RubberDollies.com and helped me set up all the model passes. Now I just have to email everyone. Can’t tell if I should start a new project now or get some sleep. I think I might have a haircut tomorrow, but I don’t know what time. Just redid the purple, but it is getting nappy, so it is definitely time for a trim.

Kisses to Ugly Shyla and Darlene

Saturday

Just finished doing a radio interview about GothicSluts.com with a station in my old stomping grounds in DC and I’m REALLY plastered. I didn’t think I was drinking that much, but I was nervous and I had the Moet already …

It went really well and was a lot of fun.

Then dingopariah returned the message I left on his cell phone to confirm that it was a real radio show. We complained about politicians for a while and the way of the world. We are not old yet, but we are trying.

I should go wash the purple dye out of my hair.

I should do another site update for http://www.gothicsluts.com/

Just finished doing a radio interview about GothicSluts.com with a station in my old stomping grounds in DC and I’m REALLY plastered. I didn’t think I was drinking that much, but I was nervous and I had the Moet already …

It went really well and was a lot of fun.

Then dingopariah returned the message I left on his cell phone to confirm that it was a real radio show. We complained about politicians for a while and the way of the world. We are not old yet, but we are trying.

I should go wash the purple dye out of my hair.

I should do another site update for http://www.gothicsluts.com/

All right, I’m starting to get to the point where I can hit reset and get things back to normal. Did updates for GothicSluts.com and my new baby RubberDollies.com last night. Going to do another one for each site a little later tonight too.

Thanks to everyone who has been supportive recently.

Special thanks to Stygmata — your thoughtful gift arrived at a really good time. I’m not a tea drinker, but the healing power was totally working that night.

Super duper special thanks to Szandora for everything. You are the best.

I don’t think this was the worst summer ever, but it was certainly in the running for the hardest. Almost certainly was the hardest and I’m actually pretty proud of having been up to the challenges. I have a really good feeling about this fall. I think it is going to be a really great fall for me and for my friends.

When the universe is against ya

This photo was supposedly taken during a forest fire in Oregon last week and was published by Clear Channel. What does it look like to you?

This photo was supposedly taken during a forest fire in Oregon last week and was published by Clear Channel. What does it look like to you?

As my current thoughts don’t seem to be what I want to write down, here is a re-run. How did my life get from there to here?

I once purchased and attempted to cook squid during the first month I was living in a new group house. Normally, I enjoy squid sliced, coated with breadcrumbs or seasoned flour, and deep fried. In this instance, however, I had purchased the squid whole as that is how it was packaged at the supermarket where calamari was on special super sale. I purchased my own oil as we had agreed as a house that communal ownership of such items would only lead to abuses. When I got home, I realized that (1) my good frying pan was being used to store someone else’s food in the refrigerator, (2) the remaining frying pan was losing its cooking surface in an endless torrent of brown, nonstick dandruff, (3) we had no knives sharp enough to cut raw squid, and (4) I had forgotten to get flour anyway.

So I tried to broil an entire squid body. This made the house smell kind of funny. The scent of whole broiled squid is not as pleasing as that of properly prepared and fried calamari slices. I think maybe there are like innards or something which need to be removed before heating.

So my housemates bitched and moaned. So I did the considerate thing and menaced them with the remaining raw squid, while I waited for my meal to finish cooking. I finally put one of the raw squid on one of my housemates’ bare back. Now this was a guy who collected guns and put fishhooks through his body parts in public for fun. So naturally he ran through the living room, shrieking, “Get it off! Get it off me!” The offending crustacean (What phylum do squids belong to anyway?) eventually slipped off his back and fell on the floor and believe me, even that early on in our occupancy, there was no way I was going to eat anything which had been on a group house carpet. It turned out that broiled squid was pretty inedible, at least the way I had prepared it, so I accepted a lease-long ban on squid in the house.

I could cook both before and after my residence in this group house, but there was something about that kitchen which caused cooking disasters. I would find myself looking through the bottom of a melted pot or offering a date a semi-burned grilled cheese sandwich and commenting, “Looks don’t last; cookin’ do.” Just by reheating something garlic-y in the microwave, one of my housemates once made one of two drunk guys who were making out on top of our stove vomit all over the kitchen floor. When they continued to make out on top of the stove afterwards, he threatened to turn on the burners. I don’t think he meant it in a homophobic way; it was just kitchen cursing us.

I tried to switch to eating things like cheap flank steak purchased in econo-packs, but the guy I put the squid on kept eating all my beef and claiming he mistook it for his own and excusing his theft my pointing out that he had let me taste it and he was a decent cook. Come to think of it, I think I was the one reheating something garlic-y in the microwave (although not the one threatening to cook the couple.) Maybe the kitchen spirits were just commenting on my taste in food no housemate would want to lift.