those "LJ mostc omments" memes make me feel guilty.

yesterday i forgot to keep my "privacy please" sign on my hotel door. i left my room. when i got back, i found that the housekeeping staff had politely taken my "Herotica volume 6" from in between my sheets and placed it on the couch.

...a DVD of music videos and live performances by Journey, Air Supply's Ultimate Hits, a pair of really snazzy Sony cans...

a slice of heaven purchased at the Newnan, GA Wal Mart yesterday for $43.34.

in my half sleep, i always find the words i need.

roxanne and i are in texas. the first night we got here, dallas had its biggest power outage in history. we spent the night wandering around a pitch black hotel with 60 other crew members. it was a very romantic night.

lipgloss is my suit of armor. take it away, and i am nothing.

i want to be a martin denny record cover.

while changing my clothes, unds and doing my makeup in the northridge mall bathroom last night, i fantasized that i was starring in my own 80's Camp Movie, ala roger corman. nothing says 80's Camp more than a bathroom stall and lacy-slut-bras.

adding to my quick change, i got to see my palsrock asses in Hollywood last night. i feel a little ( Read more... )

i was crossing santa monica blvd today and i was commenting to a co-worker, "what the fuck, i fucking hate people". just as i said it, my shoe snapped in half and i stubbed my pedi. i had to walk bare foot into sav on and buy 2 dollar men's flip flops like a common street whore.

driving through hollywood late at night watching all the trannie-hookers, really shatters my illusions of "call girls" that 80's sitcoms and movies gave me. i see no fur coats, no purple tube tops, no rebecca de mornay lookalikes. all i see are bulging manpackages,5 o'clock shadow and men with better legs-in-a-skirt than mine.