Friday, November 01, 2002
HAPPY DAY AFTER HALLOWEEN!
Wow! What fun we had last night! We did everything we said we would do and I, for one, had a fucking blast. Rocky Horror was amazing. I don't really have all that much to say about it except that I love my girls so much. It was pure fun and at no point did I feel that I wanted to be with anyone else.
Not even my boyfriend.
So, last Sunday I decided it would be not only healthy, but appropriate to shove my face with about 3 pounds of Sour Patch Kids. I just love those little guys.
I ate and ate and sucked on and ate as many as I could possibly stomach. At one point my tongue felt as though it was engulfed in flames. I swear I heard it split at the seam.
Yet, I continued to eat.
"GO JOE!", I thought to myself as I pushed through the pain the "kids" were causing my mouth.
Well, it's now been 5 days and my tongues still feels fucked up.
Is it possible that I did permanent damage?
This morning on the subway, Kelly told me that she had a friend in highschool who's father got tongue cancer. They removed half of his tongue. He then walked around with it bobbing up and down all weird-like in his mouth. Cept, Kelly was convinced that part of it regenerated.
Well, that's comforting.
Kelly works two doubles this weekend.
Joe works nothing.
Well, Joe works the floor at the Jane party tomorrow.
I am going to go and act extra smarmy. So that people think that I am something BIG! When I get asked the question:
"You're an actor Joe, right? Have I seen you in something?"
I will say:
"Why yes, you have. You have seen my fist in your face!"
Then I will lay a HUGE egg fart and walk away all casually.
Now that is some class dawg!
Tonight Rita and I are renting movies. Sunday afternoon, once Kelly is finally realeased from her hellish prison, Rita and I will show her "Boogie Nights" and then Kelly and I will show Rita "Happiness". Pretty excited about curling up on the couch and watching awesome movies.
Note only for Kelly:
Hey Kelly! I saw a picture of Sam today on her website. Brass Tacks bullshit.
Sam is supa skinny now. She looked so different. I mean, some things never change. You nose what I mean.
But still! Fuck! She is really getting her shit together.
Good thing I just keep wallowing away in my own degredation and filth.
End note to Kelly.
Sam used to be my ex-girlfriend. We were together for 3 years off and on. The only thing physical we did in that time period was kiss like 4 times. Once I put her hand on my dick just to give her a thrill.
Man that girl loved me.
Poor thing.
Now she looks pretty good.
Ok snores.
Have a great weekend ya'll.
PEAYCE!
Wow! What fun we had last night! We did everything we said we would do and I, for one, had a fucking blast. Rocky Horror was amazing. I don't really have all that much to say about it except that I love my girls so much. It was pure fun and at no point did I feel that I wanted to be with anyone else.
Not even my boyfriend.
So, last Sunday I decided it would be not only healthy, but appropriate to shove my face with about 3 pounds of Sour Patch Kids. I just love those little guys.
I ate and ate and sucked on and ate as many as I could possibly stomach. At one point my tongue felt as though it was engulfed in flames. I swear I heard it split at the seam.
Yet, I continued to eat.
"GO JOE!", I thought to myself as I pushed through the pain the "kids" were causing my mouth.
Well, it's now been 5 days and my tongues still feels fucked up.
Is it possible that I did permanent damage?
This morning on the subway, Kelly told me that she had a friend in highschool who's father got tongue cancer. They removed half of his tongue. He then walked around with it bobbing up and down all weird-like in his mouth. Cept, Kelly was convinced that part of it regenerated.
Well, that's comforting.
Kelly works two doubles this weekend.
Joe works nothing.
Well, Joe works the floor at the Jane party tomorrow.
I am going to go and act extra smarmy. So that people think that I am something BIG! When I get asked the question:
"You're an actor Joe, right? Have I seen you in something?"
I will say:
"Why yes, you have. You have seen my fist in your face!"
Then I will lay a HUGE egg fart and walk away all casually.
Now that is some class dawg!
Tonight Rita and I are renting movies. Sunday afternoon, once Kelly is finally realeased from her hellish prison, Rita and I will show her "Boogie Nights" and then Kelly and I will show Rita "Happiness". Pretty excited about curling up on the couch and watching awesome movies.
Note only for Kelly:
Hey Kelly! I saw a picture of Sam today on her website. Brass Tacks bullshit.
Sam is supa skinny now. She looked so different. I mean, some things never change. You nose what I mean.
But still! Fuck! She is really getting her shit together.
Good thing I just keep wallowing away in my own degredation and filth.
End note to Kelly.
Sam used to be my ex-girlfriend. We were together for 3 years off and on. The only thing physical we did in that time period was kiss like 4 times. Once I put her hand on my dick just to give her a thrill.
Man that girl loved me.
Poor thing.
Now she looks pretty good.
Ok snores.
Have a great weekend ya'll.
PEAYCE!
