This is SO Funny

I was just about to write something here, but then realized that I should take a shower, as I should be on the subway right now back to Manhattan. I then decided that I should just take a cab, because I'm really lazy, and even though I'm broke, I might as well, because otherwise I'll never leave. It will even be hard for me to make the phone call.

I'm finally at home for more than thirty minutes at a time since Tuesday. It's really annoying. I like my house. There are dogs here that I have to house-sit right now, which is nice since my dog Rookie (aka The Bobie) was put to sleep yesterday, which is fine because he was old and not enjoying life. There. I said it. And "Flashdance" is on the Women Channel. I don't want to go. I don't want to go. And I don't really like showering anyways.

So Sorry

I always forget about this thing. To make up to all five of you that actually read this thing every now and then, I'm going to go back and make blog posts for every day that I've missed. I have a really shitty memory and tend to gloss things over though, so really, take everything with a grain of salt.

It's Been a Long Time

I actually forget that I have to write blogs now. It's good, though, I feel like it gives my life some sort of direction, meaning. I styled my friend Fredrick Ford's first music video yesterday, for his first single, a remake of "Too Funky." It was fun, if not slightly self-indulgent, as I made all the other porno boys (Johnny Hazzard, Arpad Miklos, Tony Serrano) try in and out of as many things as possible. It's times like those when I feel like a perv amongst pervs, if that makes any sense. When I'm an old man I better have lots of money so that I can, well, be pervy with young cute guys more easily. Hmmmm. . .What else is new? I can't sleep more than four hours at a time? That sucks. I still sleep on the floor? That sucks. I learned how to properly flatiron my hair? Fuckin' A, man. I've gone to the same bar in Williamsburg five nights in a row? Pathetic? Or is it becoming my Cheers, and what's wrong with that anyway? This is all I can handle right now. I need a cup of tea, but unfortunately, all that's here is earl grey, and though I'm a big fan of the essence of bergamot, I prefer it in scented candles.

Coming Out of the Dark

Baby Steps

I've decided to title every blog something really cheesy. Since I don't really feel like writing anything else, that astoundingly profound title will be all tonight.

New Beginnings

I had to title it that. It's just too cheezy to pass up. I now live in Brooklyn, which makes me feel like I need to shave and stop wearing scruffy sneakers, because if one more person says, "You look like you live in Williamsburg," I might scratch their eyes out with my Dior heels. On a negative note: the squealing mice in the oven. I still think they're kinda cute though. I wish I was a kitty.

May Day

Last night I had a dance off with a drag queen, and then when I got home played pinball with myself walking down the hallway, right before I went into the wrong bedroom and accosted a female roommate of mine with my naked body. Oops! I'd like to say that I regret drinking that much but I don't really remember. Boy am I lots of fun. I think I need to lay off the PCP. Just kidding, just kidding. What do you guys think I am? A mess?