Fucking Beverly Hills Vampires
I had to have a whole buncha blood drawn yesterday. It didn't make me as sick as it did last time, but I think they used a bigger needle to make it go faster and I've got a giant track mark on my left arm now.
My grandmother was kind of tyrant about the family getting together for Thanksgiving. So my parents don't do it at all. My brother may get in from Japan and get added to my restaurant reservations. Genocide can be yummy after all.
I got to have a lot of fun this weekend, while doing productive business. I'm about to bring someone I really like on board to do more cool Blue Blood work. I'm working on closing multiple deals I am genuinely happy and excited and optimistic about. I've been losing about ten pounds a month without dieting as I slide back towards a normal weight for me. I just got a haircut I love.
Feeling sort of off and low today though. Could be PMS. Forrest has a cold. I hope I'm not getting one too. More likely I'm just feeling the aftereffects of having so much blood drawn. Maybe I will drink some blueberry and pomegranite juice to get my blood sugar up.
Either it is one of those things or I'm actually kinda sad today. I might be sad because I intended to do some creative writing today, but I didn't feel like it when I sat down at the computer. I might be sad because I hate the thing where I enjoy new groups of people so so so much when I first come across them, but then I see who hates who and infighting and two-faced politicking and all that are just things I've never learned to handle. I moved all the time as a kid, so, when a situation looks icky to me at all, I feel the urge to move on.
Holidays sort of piss me off. I don't really take days off and things like weekends when other people don't do anything productive kinda offend me.
Okay, going to go drink some juice and Perrier in a hot bath. I'm sure I will be feeling fine and ready for yummy food after that.
Thursday, November 27, 2003
I said a plain cheeseburger, motherfucker, why you make me kill you for nothin
So, I deliberately got and consumed most of a non-plain cheeseburger tonight for the first time in my life. I'm either growing as a person or being replaced by a pod person. Tough call which.
Bonus points to anyone who knows what the title of this post is a reference to.
So, I deliberately got and consumed most of a non-plain cheeseburger tonight for the first time in my life. I'm either growing as a person or being replaced by a pod person. Tough call which.
Bonus points to anyone who knows what the title of this post is a reference to.
Monday, November 24, 2003
I know it is wrong
I know it is wrong, but, mmmmmmm, Mmmmmmmmmmmmax Hardcore:
One of the disturbing things about him is that he has really good manners.
If I am going to hell, I want VIP seating.
More of Amelia G's Thursday night may be viewed at http://www.spookycash.com/fun/webmasteraccesssantamonica/thursday/index.html
I know it is wrong, but, mmmmmmm, Mmmmmmmmmmmmax Hardcore:
One of the disturbing things about him is that he has really good manners.
If I am going to hell, I want VIP seating.
More of Amelia G's Thursday night may be viewed at http://www.spookycash.com/fun/webmasteraccesssantamonica/thursday/index.html
Sunday, November 23, 2003
Friday, November 21, 2003
I'm dehydrated, but that was fucking fun
Going to a webmaster convention this weekend. Went to the first event of the weekend last night. Which was of course a night at a bar where everyone drank as fast as they could in order to be able to stand being around other people, instead of just their computer.
Bought a new snapshot camera yesterday afternoon. Drunken snapshots galore forthcoming early next week. Forrest even let me (and various other drunken fools) take his picture!
Unfortunately, my car broke down for the first time yesterday. There is construction near this gas station by my house, so maybe gassing up there messed up the fuel pump. Regardless, it needs a new fuel pump and they are expensive and I am very irate that my baby failed me. If thine car offend thee, cast it out. So I told the dealership it got towed to to tell me what a trade in would be and they could just keep the car which let me down and sell me a new one. I just can't have things in my life which can't be depended on any more. But they tried to do that dealer crap where they are all slow about telling the numbers and try to baffle you with the information and waste as much of your time as possible.
So I went and got a rental 2004 Lincoln Town Car from an awesomely cool and nice rental guy who said he just might be familiar with or sites such as GothicSluts.com. Going to keep the new one until Monday and then call around for pricing. A friend of mine was like that is great that you are able to do that. I'm like I might not be able to, but I want to.
Talking to my brother in Japan on the phone. My brother says he sublimates our parents bad habits and attitudes into an ongoing interior monologue of horror.
Only got up to have some water. Going back to bed momentarily.
Going to a webmaster convention this weekend. Went to the first event of the weekend last night. Which was of course a night at a bar where everyone drank as fast as they could in order to be able to stand being around other people, instead of just their computer.
Bought a new snapshot camera yesterday afternoon. Drunken snapshots galore forthcoming early next week. Forrest even let me (and various other drunken fools) take his picture!
Unfortunately, my car broke down for the first time yesterday. There is construction near this gas station by my house, so maybe gassing up there messed up the fuel pump. Regardless, it needs a new fuel pump and they are expensive and I am very irate that my baby failed me. If thine car offend thee, cast it out. So I told the dealership it got towed to to tell me what a trade in would be and they could just keep the car which let me down and sell me a new one. I just can't have things in my life which can't be depended on any more. But they tried to do that dealer crap where they are all slow about telling the numbers and try to baffle you with the information and waste as much of your time as possible.
So I went and got a rental 2004 Lincoln Town Car from an awesomely cool and nice rental guy who said he just might be familiar with or sites such as GothicSluts.com. Going to keep the new one until Monday and then call around for pricing. A friend of mine was like that is great that you are able to do that. I'm like I might not be able to, but I want to.
Talking to my brother in Japan on the phone. My brother says he sublimates our parents bad habits and attitudes into an ongoing interior monologue of horror.
Only got up to have some water. Going back to bed momentarily.
Saturday, November 15, 2003
Portland entry numero nine
Spent the morning masturbating with the jets in the balcony hot tub. Heinekin tastes better, but MGD bottles make better sex toys. Took a shower in the excellent quality water Portland has. Feel all tingley now.
Waiting for the bellman to put my bags in storage, so I can wander around the city until it is time to head to the airport.
Then going to check out what may be the largest book store in the world.
If I get to the airport early, I am going to get a massage. Got one at the Vancouver airport and it was great. Makes airline travel a lot less stressful.
I really needed this trip. I am going to come home so loaded for bear and ready to take on all the things I need to. Whoo-hoo!
Stay tuned for can't-leave-the-house-eating-delivery-food-avoiding-fabulous-party-I-should-go-to-clowns-will-eat-me-and-copycats-will-be-rude-to-me post.
At least I have a sense of humor about it.
Spent the morning masturbating with the jets in the balcony hot tub. Heinekin tastes better, but MGD bottles make better sex toys. Took a shower in the excellent quality water Portland has. Feel all tingley now.
Waiting for the bellman to put my bags in storage, so I can wander around the city until it is time to head to the airport.
Then going to check out what may be the largest book store in the world.
If I get to the airport early, I am going to get a massage. Got one at the Vancouver airport and it was great. Makes airline travel a lot less stressful.
I really needed this trip. I am going to come home so loaded for bear and ready to take on all the things I need to. Whoo-hoo!
Stay tuned for can't-leave-the-house-eating-delivery-food-avoiding-fabulous-party-I-should-go-to-clowns-will-eat-me-and-copycats-will-be-rude-to-me post.
At least I have a sense of humor about it.
Portland Entry #8
Ate polenta pancakes with fruit compote and fennel sausage and fresh grapefruit juice. Eating is really nice in this city.
I am going to make some more dough and come back here to write a novel like I've fantasized for years.
Right now I am going to get packed up and maybe hit the hot tub one more time before going bookstore exploring.
PS Damn, there are some hotties in this city. I forgot how much I love northern wardrobe and complexions.
Ate polenta pancakes with fruit compote and fennel sausage and fresh grapefruit juice. Eating is really nice in this city.
I am going to make some more dough and come back here to write a novel like I've fantasized for years.
Right now I am going to get packed up and maybe hit the hot tub one more time before going bookstore exploring.
PS Damn, there are some hotties in this city. I forgot how much I love northern wardrobe and complexions.
Portland entry #7
Ate some more yummy cold climate food.
Got to wear my new skulls sweater.
Had another awesome shoot today. Long one. Apparently shooting on the balcony around 6pm on a Friday night can be an issue though. Forrest was downstairs copying the model's ID and the model and I were admittedly being very bad on the balcony. She had this awesome terrifying fetish surgeon's outfit and was waving at the people watching from the neighboring building. I confess I might have taken a few shots of the windows people were watching from. So Forrest comes back from the business center with one of the hotel people and the hotel person who was at the desk is like the next door hotel called to complain about flashing. How odd. We expected someone to say something, but our hotel is so fucking cool that they never said a word. They did however send the bellman up the street to go to the local deli and coffee shop to get the types of food and coffee we all wanted.
Really, there is a hot tub on the balcony, so it is not like our party could have involved the first naked people on there. Maybe the neighbors call all the time about balcony naughtiness.
The model and I decided the complaints about flashing must have been the studio lights on the balcony and not the nudity, so we did a series of her in the hot tub after that, just without the big lights. She and I bonded on being creeped out about germs and she is working on opening a coffee shop even though she avoids aspirin, much less caffeine. I have the coolest and most interesting models on the planet!
Ate some more yummy cold climate food.
Got to wear my new skulls sweater.
Had another awesome shoot today. Long one. Apparently shooting on the balcony around 6pm on a Friday night can be an issue though. Forrest was downstairs copying the model's ID and the model and I were admittedly being very bad on the balcony. She had this awesome terrifying fetish surgeon's outfit and was waving at the people watching from the neighboring building. I confess I might have taken a few shots of the windows people were watching from. So Forrest comes back from the business center with one of the hotel people and the hotel person who was at the desk is like the next door hotel called to complain about flashing. How odd. We expected someone to say something, but our hotel is so fucking cool that they never said a word. They did however send the bellman up the street to go to the local deli and coffee shop to get the types of food and coffee we all wanted.
Really, there is a hot tub on the balcony, so it is not like our party could have involved the first naked people on there. Maybe the neighbors call all the time about balcony naughtiness.
The model and I decided the complaints about flashing must have been the studio lights on the balcony and not the nudity, so we did a series of her in the hot tub after that, just without the big lights. She and I bonded on being creeped out about germs and she is working on opening a coffee shop even though she avoids aspirin, much less caffeine. I have the coolest and most interesting models on the planet!
Friday, November 14, 2003
Portland entry #6
Well, I can't say I'm sleeping through the night much better for being out of town, but the change of scene is cool.
Yesterday, checked out the local square in Portland. Ate hotdogs. Had chicken soup. Had a mushroom tart.
Did some webmaster drinking. Did some more webmaster drinking.
Took a nap.
Did a shoot at a cool chick's place. No one in Los Angeles ever wants to shoot in their home. I think it is partly because a lot of people there are fronting and partly because a lot of people are just coming through and won't really move there until their ship comes in and partly because a lot of people have business stuff in their homes in Los Angeles. I used to always shoot people in their own space, partly for the models' comfort and partly because there is something really real and erotic about that. Was cool to do it again.
Did a shoot at a punk rock dyke bar after closing time. Had to kick out the folks doing afterhours drugs on the bar. Hope they didn't mind, but I prefer closed sets.
Fucked in the balcony hot tub while the sun rose. I guess people who got to work early today in downtown Portland got to see some extra-energetic action.
Was thinking about using the executive gym by the business center in the hotel, but I think I might go get some soup in the hotel restaurant instead. I'm not dressed for the restaurant, I'm dressed for a workout, but I'm charging it to my suite, darn it, so I'm thinking the dress code does not apply to me.
Actually, one of my mutant abilities when I was younger and more in touch with myself was to get good and appropriate service in nice places no matter what I was wearing. I could have multicolored hair and tape on my nipples and get a good table. I think it was my faith that allowed that. I believed in what I was doing and who I was sufficiently that it never occurred to me that other people would have any significant issues with it. The only place this did not work was Denny's, which of course is not a nice place anyway and this is the main reason, besides the leaden food, that I don't like Denny's to this day.
Well, I can't say I'm sleeping through the night much better for being out of town, but the change of scene is cool.
Yesterday, checked out the local square in Portland. Ate hotdogs. Had chicken soup. Had a mushroom tart.
Did some webmaster drinking. Did some more webmaster drinking.
Took a nap.
Did a shoot at a cool chick's place. No one in Los Angeles ever wants to shoot in their home. I think it is partly because a lot of people there are fronting and partly because a lot of people are just coming through and won't really move there until their ship comes in and partly because a lot of people have business stuff in their homes in Los Angeles. I used to always shoot people in their own space, partly for the models' comfort and partly because there is something really real and erotic about that. Was cool to do it again.
Did a shoot at a punk rock dyke bar after closing time. Had to kick out the folks doing afterhours drugs on the bar. Hope they didn't mind, but I prefer closed sets.
Fucked in the balcony hot tub while the sun rose. I guess people who got to work early today in downtown Portland got to see some extra-energetic action.
Was thinking about using the executive gym by the business center in the hotel, but I think I might go get some soup in the hotel restaurant instead. I'm not dressed for the restaurant, I'm dressed for a workout, but I'm charging it to my suite, darn it, so I'm thinking the dress code does not apply to me.
Actually, one of my mutant abilities when I was younger and more in touch with myself was to get good and appropriate service in nice places no matter what I was wearing. I could have multicolored hair and tape on my nipples and get a good table. I think it was my faith that allowed that. I believed in what I was doing and who I was sufficiently that it never occurred to me that other people would have any significant issues with it. The only place this did not work was Denny's, which of course is not a nice place anyway and this is the main reason, besides the leaden food, that I don't like Denny's to this day.
Thursday, November 13, 2003
Portland entry #5
Went to a dive bar to meet up with awesome model and friends. Forrest ate pizza and drank beer. I just drank a lot of beer. Discussed masturbation tastes, lesbian sex, birthday fisting, Hemingway, Cometbus, Subway's food as a diet aid, college, writing, self-expression, and tits.
Had a really really really great time.
Never made it to the second club. Was told it was sorta far. Maybe it was.
Threw up eight or nine times. First time I have thrown up from drinking since I was a young teen I think. Trying to remember when the last time was and haven't come up with it yet.
Took cab back to hotel even though it was close by.
Got in jacuzzi soaking tub for a while to get poisons out.
Had a lot of fun out last night, but more and more lately I feel like I'm some sort of odd rider in my head and that the activities I am engaging in are really just someone else I am watching do these things. Like a movie where I think the character is really a blast to hang out with, but I can't say I really share her values or tastes.
Damn but Portland is fucking fun though!
Went to a dive bar to meet up with awesome model and friends. Forrest ate pizza and drank beer. I just drank a lot of beer. Discussed masturbation tastes, lesbian sex, birthday fisting, Hemingway, Cometbus, Subway's food as a diet aid, college, writing, self-expression, and tits.
Had a really really really great time.
Never made it to the second club. Was told it was sorta far. Maybe it was.
Threw up eight or nine times. First time I have thrown up from drinking since I was a young teen I think. Trying to remember when the last time was and haven't come up with it yet.
Took cab back to hotel even though it was close by.
Got in jacuzzi soaking tub for a while to get poisons out.
Had a lot of fun out last night, but more and more lately I feel like I'm some sort of odd rider in my head and that the activities I am engaging in are really just someone else I am watching do these things. Like a movie where I think the character is really a blast to hang out with, but I can't say I really share her values or tastes.
Damn but Portland is fucking fun though!
Wednesday, November 12, 2003
Portland entry #3
For years, I have had this fantasy about spending a month in Portland and writing a brilliant novel. Then some competitive thieving jerks moved to Portland and sort of polluted my dream on that. LOL, I just realized that more than one person is going to read that last sentence and think I meant them. Ah, well. I don't know how some people live with themselves. I've done two things I think are wrong in the past like five years and I kick myself for them regularly. Don't bother guessing. I'm pretty sure no one reading my journal could possibly know both. Correction: Two people do, but they won't be guessing.
I guess I should make some phone calls and get ready for my shoot this afternoon. Then I'm hitting the town. Rumination on debauchery coming later. Possibly in a few minutes if the folks I need to phone are still asleep. Wake-up call is soon, but apparently I've given up sleeping at all normally.
For years, I have had this fantasy about spending a month in Portland and writing a brilliant novel. Then some competitive thieving jerks moved to Portland and sort of polluted my dream on that. LOL, I just realized that more than one person is going to read that last sentence and think I meant them. Ah, well. I don't know how some people live with themselves. I've done two things I think are wrong in the past like five years and I kick myself for them regularly. Don't bother guessing. I'm pretty sure no one reading my journal could possibly know both. Correction: Two people do, but they won't be guessing.
I guess I should make some phone calls and get ready for my shoot this afternoon. Then I'm hitting the town. Rumination on debauchery coming later. Possibly in a few minutes if the folks I need to phone are still asleep. Wake-up call is soon, but apparently I've given up sleeping at all normally.
Portland entry #2
There is a Japanese style soaking tub with jacuzzi jets on the balcony of my suite in my hotel in Portland. Tried around three sex things I've never done before.
Perhaps too much information for a not exactly private blog, but I'm tired of the huge split between my public and private selves and I'm working on bringing them closer together.
There is a Japanese style soaking tub with jacuzzi jets on the balcony of my suite in my hotel in Portland. Tried around three sex things I've never done before.
Perhaps too much information for a not exactly private blog, but I'm tired of the huge split between my public and private selves and I'm working on bringing them closer together.
Portland entry #1
People in the Pacific NW are a lot less driven than I am. People anywhere really, but it takes some getting used to in Portland. Had a great shoot last night. Had our model bring her boyfriend to tie her up and he was totally cool. That is right, one of my beautiful sexy incredible could-have-anyone models is actually going out with a good-looking guy who is pleasant to be around and nice to her. Whoo-hoo!
People in the Pacific NW are a lot less driven than I am. People anywhere really, but it takes some getting used to in Portland. Had a great shoot last night. Had our model bring her boyfriend to tie her up and he was totally cool. That is right, one of my beautiful sexy incredible could-have-anyone models is actually going out with a good-looking guy who is pleasant to be around and nice to her. Whoo-hoo!
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