[Dear Friendly Reader,

It would greatly behoove you and I both to realize this is a [GAME].

In other words, for those slow of perception, it is [NOT. REAL]..

I'm not Rory, I'm nowhere near as cool as Rory and this is [ALL. FICTION].

Thank you, and have a pleasant day.]

I don't have a lot of things. I'm not really an advocate of stuff, as it were. The apartment in New York is pretty bare bones, and I ended up giving up the place in Los Angeles in favor of crashing on Favreau's couch whenever I needed, which hasn't been all that often. I work enough to pay the rent and that's pretty much okay ( Read more... )

I had a dream about you the other day, the kind that lives in the space between half asleep and half awake, and you don't really know even as you blink it back into the abyss if it was fantasy or reality ( Read more... )

Dreamysigh, Grenier. Dreamysigh.

It's cold in New York this morning, blustery and crisp with sun so bright it feels like it could slice right through you. Those are my second favorite mornings for staying in bed, tangled and twisted in sheets ( Read more... )

Apparently there's something to be said for peer pressure after all.

Truly, if it were up to me, it'd be just another day. Lately there aren't very many of those, though, days where I'm not interested in much that's out of reach of my hands. My appetite has been voracious lately, and while I suspect I can pinpoint the cause without too much introspection, I'm probably going to withhold on that. Such things have a ( Read more... )

I remember reading Fear and Loathing when I was a kid and losing my head. Because I liked the Beats but they didn't sing, not like I was told they would, but here was a guy that said something I understood in a language I didn't need any literary criticism to interpret. He was totally fucked in the head and acknowledged it, and not knowing the ( Read more... )

David Caruso apparently joined this lovely community and if that's not reason to delete I'm not sure what is. Yes, this is a copout entry. I might be on strike.

Before it all, a wish for one who's held my heart, that hers will always burn as bright and proud and joyful as it does now. Happy Birthday, Joey ( Read more... )