October 26, 2006 Thursday
Music – The Flying Burrito Brothers - To Love Somebody
.....It's Thursday and I'm exhausted. I saw the Twilight Singers at the House of Blues in L.A. last night. Greg Dulli was late getting started as usual and it went a little over 1AM. I got about 4 hours of sleep last night. It's a good thing my job doesn't require 'any' heavy thoughts these days.
I do make it up with thoughts of my own.
All the below thoughts came to mind within a one minute span just now.
I feel like writing a lot but feel as though I should wait until after lunch beings it's just about that time. So I leave you with my topic of thoughts for now. I will get around to more writing L8R.
I DON’T BELIEVE YOU – I think the reason I put that topic on here has to do with older men giving me compliments. It’s uncomfortable for me. It’s nice to hear stuff but don’t make it a big deal and go on and on. It starts to sound like a play. Say it, and then move on to another subject.
I only bring this up because it’s happened more then twice this week already and of course they are ‘older’ men. They ask if I’m married (WTF?) Then they hint around that they are interested. Duuude, you’re over 40 and well, I’m not attracted to you.
- do you ever listen to the 5 O’ Clock funnies? Actually it comes on around 5:30, anyway – the other day it was a joke about these old fat balding beer drinking guys. One guy is single, the other is married. Mr. Single guy wants to go to a bar and talk to chicks and the married guy tries to point out that hot chicks in a bar are not saying “hey, I really wish an old fat balding beer drinking guy with no since of style would walk in and talk to me”. You know what I mean, you know the type. I’m not saying that every fat balding guy is a dork. I’m just saying…..
THANK GOD I DIDN’T REALLY MEAN WHAT I SAID – This came to mind while thinking about a pact that my first ex and I had made while still in high school. We were talking about our relationship while sitting on the patio in my backyard. He was blowing pot smoke into my dogs face and I was upset (yeah, he was a REAL winner). We were saying that in 10 years if we were married or not that we would meet on a certain day at the Huntington Beach Pier and go have a nice dinner together. He said he would be there with a limo. I guess that was impressive in high school. 10 years after high school was over, needless to say I was not with him any longer. He did try and keep in touch by calling every couple of years and he did bring that up once and said he was at the pier with the limo and I didn’t show up. I didn’t believe him. The last time I spoke to him was a couple of years ago when I was in Joshua Tree shooting some photos, I thought I’d stop by and say hello. He lives in Palm Desert off a dirt road with about 10 dogs and a rather large fence around his property. I took one look at him and instantly knew he was still a drug dealer. Most of the time people just don’t change.
PEOPLE ARE RUDE! – This is the case just about all the time. I brought this up because of the gig last night. Don’t you just hate it when you get to a gig early so you can stand in or near the front to see your favorite band and you wait for the openers to play and the in-between bands set-up, just to have some rude fuck-tard come over and pretend to just want to say hello to a friend only to have him stay there in the little space that there is between you and the guy who was in front of you (it’s called breathing room). He did this to my friend Rick and proceeded to try the whole “hey group that I’m with, come over and squeeze in here with me” bull-crap. I just glared at him and said that it wasn’t going to happen. It didn’t happen! Then he left and some other scary older drunk punk came over and just moved this little guy who was up against the stage in front of me, moved him over and slide right in. WTF? Why do people think that doing this is ok? They need to be taught a lesson. Then later this other guy comes over and then tries to get past the security guard to go in front of the barrier to get to the other side. The security guy was not going to have any of this so this guy just stood there right in front of another guy in his breathing space. Soo annoying.
WHEN BANDS SHOULD JUST STAY IN THE GARAGE - It’s true isn’t it? I mean sure you have freedom of speech but when you suck really badly you should just stay in the garage and play to your friends and not be opening for Greg Dulli. …… stupid ascot wearing MF’s. This band called something - Track and Field who opened for The Twilight Singers was extremely bad to the point I wanted to scream at them, "don't quit your day jobs"! They proceeded to thank this girl for helping them get the gig. I on the other hand wanted to strangle her and ask her what the hell was she thinking. Just say no to helping out bands that suck!
JEEP STILL FALLING APART – oh yeah! Yet another little problem. This time it’s the knob for the Air Conditioner. It just came off and broke into two pieces. I called the dealer to order a new one. They don’t have just the little piece! You have to buy the whole Air conditioning panel. C’mon! What a racket!
I guess my jeep is going to be fixed by me and some super glue from now on.
PHOTOGRAPHY BOOK IS HARD TO GET STARTED – That it is! That it is!
PAINTING IS ON MY MIND – I feel the need to start painting. I have these visions in my head that would look so cool with color on canvas. It’s something that I’ve never tried. Perhaps it’s time. I love to look at certain paintings and there are a few artists that I admire. Mostly artist’s that my ex-boyfriend turned me onto.
BUILDING STUFF WITH WOOD – This is a hobby of mine. I can’t remember when I first started to enjoy it. Maybe in high school when I took a Plastics class and my boyfriend was in a wood working class. He made me a jewelry box that was amazing. I still have it.
My last boyfriend was in the need for a rather large CD holder and didn’t want to spend all that money on it in places like Ikea. We didn’t want the cheap plastics ones either so I made one. It turned out good. I’ve made a few more as well. The wood isn’t cheap but I like the fact that I can make it as tall as I want and as wide as I want – I even made removable shelves. Pretty awesome, actually.
DO JOBS REALLY MEAN ANYTHING? – Sure they do, if you are doing something that you’re interested in and are proud of. They don’t have to mean anything. You can just work to pay your bills and put food on the table and to feed your passions. I dislike those people that get all high and mighty thinking they are better then everyone else because of where they work or what they do or who much they make. For instance, when you are getting your car washed at one of those fancy car washes, who do you think washes your car? Do you tip them well? They work their asses off. If you think their job is meaningless…..Can we get along without carwashes? Sure but we don’t want to because it’s a luxury. People who live in apartment buildings have to go to a car wash if they want their car clean. I also dislike people that are rude to the waiters and waitresses. I don’t really know if I made a point here or not.
WHEN YOU PAY 24.00 FOR A GIG, PAY 15.00 FOR PARKING AND THE BAND ISN’T AS AMAZING AS EXPECTED – yeah, this totally blows.
I ATTRACT GUYS WHO I’M NOT ATTRACTED TO. WHY IS THIS? AND WHY IS IT ALWAYS OLD MEXICAN DUDES? – What is it, I don't have the blond hair anymore. so what is up with the old guys at my work and at the gym? Why can't it be a young guy whom I'm actually attracted to? I'm not OLD..... yet!
WHO SHOULD WRITE A BOOK ABOUT THEIR OWN LIFE? – Everyone! and pass it along in the family. I would love to read a biography written by an ancestor.
WHY IS EDUCATION IMPORTANT? – Perhaps maybe there would be a lot less fuck-tards and rude people in the world.
WHY DIDN'T THAT GUY STOP WHEN HE HIT THAT DOG? - I recently saw a dog get hit (not as bad as that sounds) but none the less the dog rolled but walked away, so I'm thinking it was a heavy TAP. aaaah... I hate to rethink the whole incident. I was on my way to a friends house in East L.A. and this car full of what looked like punk ass kids came up fast behind me, swirved over as if I was going slow (I wasn't) and the next thing I see is them swirving to avoid a little dog. They went around me swirving and skidding in front of me. I saw the dog roll but get up and run to the sidewalk where a bunch of people were. I assume the dog belonged to one of them and they helped the dog afterwords (either the hospital or just being held). The kids in the car kept going. I was shaking and crying by the time I arrived to pick up my friend. I keep telling myself that the dog was ok.
Why do I have to feel this way and care so much about such things? Seriously....do you remember that Ikea commercial where the guys lamp dies and he puts it out in the rain for the trash and gets a new lamp and he askes us not to feel sorry for the dead lamp?...... well...... aaaargh. I'm one of those who feels sad!
WHY DO PEOPLE DRIVE LIKE Fuck-TARDS? – I know we all ask ourselves this question everyday. The biggest problem is cell-phones. A couple of other problems .... young boys who drive honda civics and race. Also Old people that should not be driving anymore. How about those little old Chinese men that look like they are half dead sitting behind the wheel going extra slow? What are they, like 80 years old?!
p.s. This Saturday is the Day of the Dead at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery.