I am doomed to a life of being the "other woman." That is all. Oh, and I had a session with myself that was super hot, but I still kinda wanted to be jackhammered.

Just got back from party at Hotel for drama. Got kicked out. cops coming. Drunk,,,,,drunk....no one to make out with. That's okay. I don't like bacteria. Where's my banana? Gay porn is wonderful. But I like the S&M stuff better. Pulling hair slapping, smacking. Oh please....sandman...bring me a dream (that will tie me up). Night night.

So we are here, viola! Phoenix is kinda odd, sort of like a space-age type area. We have a rad hotel that has a kitchen, pool, gym (which I already hit up), and the best part: oj and apple juice on tap. We came in at about nine o'clock last night. Thought the window's glare I saw the blue/grey sky turn to a smoke color, and then finally a deep, ( Read more... )

Off to Phoenix tommorrow. Till next time....

Everytime I listen to Elliot Smith, the stars fall into place, and I feel this profound peace that is beyond just about any drug. One of my favorites has to be off of the XO album, "waltz 4". Oh, soooo lovely. "You're no good, you're no good, you're no good."

Hmmm...I would have liked to start this journal entry with something grand and unforgettable, but since I am neither, a simple intro to a simple entry will have to do. Spring 2005 is upon us, as is school. This, in my mind, is my last semester at Long Beach City College. Los Angeles and the many starving actors call me. At the moment, I am in a ( Read more... )

Joey and I went to Beat it last sunday. I love that club so much because it's not nearly as pretentious as Bang. So anywho, there were some hot dudes I was diggin on. I'm sorry, but there is something about tall, lanky latino men with tan skin and long, dark, wavy hair who totally turn me on. I saw one, we locked eyes for a few seconds. We both ( Read more... )

Another four years!!! Whooo Hoooo!!! Another four years trying to get into the college of my choice!!! Whoo. Another four years of being poor and broke. I recently saw "Motorcycle Diaries" and decided I am going to go through all of Mexico and South America either by backpack or by a '74 beetle. I need to escape from my fishbowl. Swim fishie,

Could you ever love a mistress? It never feels the same. These wicked, dangerous dreams are bleeding onto the floor when you invite yourself to my door.
Could you ever love a mistress? It seems a little insane. When the tokens of your affection are some dance you do before me you entrance.

My mind is blank with so much to say and so few words to describe these feelings. The play I am in "Look Homeward, Angel" will be going up soon. That is very satisfying. I saw Joey and Jorge shaking their booty in Westside story. School's the usual, work sucks, I live in the theater department. That is all.