Things.

It’s my birthday week. I will turn 28 on Thursday.

I spent Memorial Day weekend roller skating and cleaning my apartment.

I spent $50 at CVS on cleaning supplies. That’s how gross my apartment was.

This weekend I was told, “I think you are an idiot for not wanting to be with me.” Twice.

I bought a ticket to a Turkish bath this morning.

I’m feeling incredibly melancholy and I’m not sure if it’s the guilt of the ex or the birthday blues.

Hopefully my annual party in the park this Saturday will be as awesome as prior years.

Okay, that isn’t my party. That is an anti-war sit in. It’s in the same location though.

My day job got weird. Last week I found myself folding the underwear of a 15 year old girl.

Today I work on getting quotes for a woodworking project.

I dyed my eyelashes yesterday. I’ve never done that before and I probably risked blinding myself.

I’m always surrounded by people and yet I feel lonely.

The first waxing of the season is seriously painful.

I never did finish my tattoo design. I will though. Too bad I didn’t make the deadline.

Why can’t I find black flowers? I wanted to get myself a birthday flower but bodegas don’t carry my color.

I just got a craving for a cigar. If only I were a male advertising executive in the 1950’s. Then I would already be smoking one.

That is all.

I’m taking my blog back.

Some friends and relatives of mine still read my blog and that is fantastic but I’ve realized that I definitely hold back on what I would like to post because I’m afraid of how they might take it. Well, I’m done now. I’m taking my blog back. It’s mine and it’s personal and I’m going to post about whatever the f*#$* I want. So, if you are one of those friends or relatives and you think this change might affect our relationship in the negative, you should probably stop reading now. Thanks.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I have a lot of catching up to do here. In the past couple months I started Assistant Directing for The Trojan Women. It’s going really well and I think it will be amazing. I’m in rehearsal all the damn time. It’s awesome. In addition to that I’ve been singing in a terrible cover band. I get paid. That is awesome as well. A couple months back I realized I wanted to be single and broke it off with Sky. When he was coming back from tour I was a nervous wreck. Neither of us knew how seeing each other for the first time was going to play out. I was afraid he was going to be an asshole and pick a fight with me but he was shockingly understanding. It turned out to be fine and we are getting along. I’ve been seeing other people and I’m really enjoying the freedom. The strange thing about suddenly being single is that everyone is hitting on me. People I thought were innocent friends are declaring their long-time crushes on me and the other day two brothers in their 80’s were fighting over which one of their 57 year old sons would be a better match for me. What the hell? Now I remember why I keep ending up in relationships. It’s scary out there! It’s scary and I can’t keep myself out of trouble.

My birthday is coming up. I keep finding out that all my old friends aren’t coming. It’s a good thing I have so many new friends or I would be sitting in the park alone. The new friends may not know me as well but if they will show up then I will be loyal to them and return the favor. People really suck. Don’t they know you are supposed to cherish your friendships? Because especially in this city, it’s all we’ve got.

New Ink

Tattoo ink that is.

Of course I'm not putting this on me. I'm not an artist and I would never allow something that it took me 8 seconds to draw to become a permanent part of my body.

That being said...

I'm in the market for a simplistic black rose to put on the back of my neck. I have a pretty good idea of what I want to happen and I need someone else to make it come to life for me. Surprisingly enough I don't currently have any friends that are tattoo artists. I need to work on that. So as soon as I get all that figured out I'm getting my rose. Don't worry mom. You'll learn to love it.

Getting new ink always seems to come for me at a time of big change. The significance of the rose will mean more to me personally than I could ever possibly explain here. I know Dana knows what I'm talking about. Perhaps I'll tell you more when I've actually got it on my skin.

There. Now I'm committed.

If any of you have suggestions I'm all ears. Nah, I take that back. Unless you're an amazingly badass artist like BSOB ...don't scare me out of this idea. Mooog, don't bother sending me a drawing of your man bits. I only accept pictures of the real thing. That goes for the rest of you too.