Monday, June 20, 2005
| I will KEEL you Monday of my Hate Mondays are so fucking annoying. Yet today wasn’t that bad. But it’s like my psyche can’t allow me to have a good day. Every time the littlest things go wrong, I immediately start cursing in my head. FUCK YOU MONDAY and also FUCK YOU MONDAY. Ahhhh…that’s better. Happy Gay Pride week everyone! At least happy gay pride in NYC. This is sure to be one of the busiest weeks of the year for me. I have plans every single day until next Monday. Do you have any idea how irritating that is? I have so many people to see and so many things to do, yet when I make these many plans, I get stressed and annoyed. Or maybe it’s just Monday. Had a pretty great weekend. I was up until about 7:30am Saturday morning…meaning still up from Friday night. I had an awesome time out in the city with a variety of people. It was like we bar hopped and picked up new people on the way. It was great fun. Then when I got in the cab to go home, I called my friend Rita and we ended up talking on the phone for hours and hours. Actually, here’s a funny story about that: I was in the cab going home, and on the phone with Rita for at least 20 minutes, before I realized that the cab driver was literally driving around in circles. Rita and I were having an intense conversation and I didn’t notice that he was in the process of fucking me over. In fact, I thought he was taking me somewhere to kill me. In any case, I asked the driver to “please bring me home” and you know what he did? He said “Oh ok.” And then started driving me home. WHAT THE FUCK!? I finally pulled up to the front of my building about 45 minutes after I got into the cab. The total bill for the ride home was $19.20 when it should have been about $6. I was pretty fucking angry and I asked the driver if he was going to make me pay the whole thing. He nodded his head yes and I just started screaming at him. I threw $20 in his face, calling him a pathetic douche bag and telling him that he could go “fuck himself” and blah blah blah. Rita’s on the other end going “WHAAAAAA?!??!” Then as I walk away from the cab, the driver gets out and starts walking after me. I sped up my pace and ran into the nearby grocery store. I lost him, although I totally should have turned around and punched him in his fucking ridiculous face. What a scumbag. Then when I got home, I noticed that Paul had torn through our apartment. There were dirty paper towels all over the floor and some sort of chili concoction all over the stove. It was kind of hilarious, but kind of annoying and I did nothing to clean it up. Even when Paul was at work all day Saturday, I let it sit in the kitchen molding away. I have no intention of cleaning up after Paul’s drunken escapades anymore. You want to drink like a psycho? Then clean up your disasters. I got nothing for you. I spent most of Saturday in bed watching movies and shit. I thoroughly enjoyed The Phantom of the Opera although I’m confused as to why that cast this particular Phantom. His voice was suck city. No vibrato and he spent most of it screaming. Horrible, horrible, HORRIBLE choice for a lead. But whatever. Paul and I watched the entire first season of Dead Like Me yesterday. Talk about an absolutely brilliant show! It’s hilarious, intense, and sad all at the same time. Such beautiful writing and the acting performances are one of a kind. Give this show a chance if you haven’t already. I think you’re going to be pretty shocked by how wonderful it is. As a rule, I try to watch a little of everything that’s on TV. As an actor, I think it’s very important to stay on top of the entertainment industry and to learn and absorb all that you can via the television, magazines, and stage. Luckily for me, I LOVE all three of these things. But then again, there’s nothing else I would want to do with my life anyway. So it works out nicely. Dead Like Me was one of those rare surprises that sticks with you for days. Ok…enough is enough. I didn’t even want to write a post today and look what came out of my fingers! Tomorrow, I’m totally writing a nonsensical, laugh out loud post. These recaps of my life have been utterly boring to read and even more boring for me to write. Peace out fucking shit head Monday asshole. |
