The recuperation

It's official. My wisdom teeth have been removed.

It was a long time coming. Two months of pure hell. I never in my life experience such agony. It's pretty much common knowledge that I'm a wimp when it comes to pain, but this had been completely unbearable.

The procedure took place yesterday morning down at the UCLA School Of Dentistry. I wasn't nervous as some people thought I would had been. I think my mindset going into it was very much aggro: "get these mother fuckers out of my mouth". Up until I got my hands on some pain medication a couple of weeks ago, I was on the verge of pulling them out myself with a pair of pliers. I did my best to keep a positive outlook despite dealing with a few set backs. So by the time the date arrived, I was welcoming the operation with open arms.

Now I am happy as a slutty bottom in a room full of tops, ready to tackle what the world throws at me with vigor and fearlessness. But with much less need for poppers.

From the vault: Meet The Perry's

During the months that my blog space remained dormant, I actually wrote a bit here and there. I just never got around to actually publishing them. How rebellious of me, eh?

Anyhow, I have decided to actually "print" a few of the old ones just for the hell of it! So without any further adieu, I present to you "Meet the Perry's"!

I've read numerous rants and raves slamming Tyler Perry's work. It's quite entertaining to me because the majority of positive reviews I read accuse the negative reviews of being racist regardless of who wrote it. Completely immature. I love how people can throw the race card in to add the depth of drama. And to back up their claim that they are in the right (even if they are full of horse shit).

We all have our opinions on what makes a good movie. If you enjoy it, and you think it's the best thing since analingous, then good for you. It's a good movie. But don't say it's racist, sexist, or whatever you can muster up in opposition to a negative review when that negative review has enough concrete evidence that the film is total rubbish.

Well Tyler Perry has made a name for himself in the African-American community and I applaud him for his success. Altho I'm surprised I haven't seen one of his films yet. I guess I am going to have to NetFlix them. Regardless, I hear they are all the same. Eh, who cares. The horror films I watch all follow the same formula, and that doesn't bother me one bit. I'm entertained, and that is all that matters.

I do have to admit the fact that he continues to put his name in front of all of his titles is bit jarring in my opinion. I guess that can be considered a branding marketing technique. Insuring that the marketed audience is in awareness that this is indeed a Tyler Perry feature. Since those are the people who are flocking to this films opening weekend. Thank you Lions Gate.

Now there was one review I read today that included this statement I found tantalizing: "His relentless need to brand everything with his name indicates what his real motivation is." This review included a link to one of hilarious spots (not to mention highly entertaining) from E's Hollywood trashing show The Soup. This one ranks right up there next to their mocking of the Beyonce American Express commercial. Check this one out for yourself:



Moments from shows like this makes me wish I had constant access to the brain numbing vision of the television set. Ah, maybe in due time. But until then, thank heaven for YouTube.

Adoration #04

I absolutely fucking love the Craigslist m4m Missed Connections for the Los Angeles area. Here are some examples why I plan to grow old in this city...

Two hot guys I met outside the Fairfax swap meet - m4m

We went back to my place and I sucked you both off. It was totally hot maybe partly because it was so spontaneous but I hopping you see this and want to do it again maybe even more.

Montebello Mall. Macy's Restroom. Were you there? - m4m

Was in the restroom today doing my thing in the 3rd stall around 11:30 maybe. I was watching the reflections as usual and trying to let the person in the next stall know what I was doing. You definitely noticed. I saw you peeking and I saw you stroking. I was hoping you'd make a move but you left before anything happened. But right before you left you stood up and I saw the reflection of your nice hard pole.

YOU had black shoes with no laces, black pants, and I thought I saw a goatee and your hair was a bit spiked. Anyways, it was very hot and I got off good :) hope to do more next time.

The hot italian dude I sucked off at Arclight this weekend - m4m

I am the hot jock that sucked you off in the end stall after stroking at the urinals. I want to do this again, never had a bigger load !! It's a long shot but if you catch this hit me up..

Peet's Restroom on Lindbrook, Saturday Night. - m4m

We met at Urban Outfitters and you followed me to Peet's where you fucked me in the bathroom. I've never taken a guy's load inside my ass before and I can't stop thinking about it.

I want you again, cool?

I know you have a girl and am cool with just being a side thing.

VPL Silver Shorts **Hot** - m4m

You were waiting in line with your silver shorts, cock outline visible and I could swear you were teasing me everytime I looked at you. Hit me back if your interested.

Need my cock sucked at work on the DL

I work at the ArcLight in Hollywood. I've been trying to find some action b4 work, but with no success. I need my 7.5"c cock drained. There are discreet places to play where I work. Serious replies only, this is for RIGHT NOW.

Text (not call, text) me at three dos three three ate for too 9 seven oh

Everytime I read these types of posts, my panties become a tad bit moist. Oh LA, please don't ever stop making me feel all warm & fuzzy inside.

Thirty-two is the new thirty-two

I've decided to kick this funk that I'm in. Main reason: it's not healthy. But there are a bevy of other reasons as to why I want/have/need to get rid of the negative vibes I've been harbouring lately. I've never been one to welcome a state of depression for long periods of time. The last time I felt this way was about 6 years ago during my relationship with Timofy - even tho my feelings of despair felt like an eternity, they were shortly lived. And before that, it was sometime right before I came to terms with my sexuality - again, shortly lived. Each time I emerged from the ashes (so to speak) enormously stronger than I was before.

First way I plan to get myself together is to finally get the house in working order. Nothing paints a more depressing picture than your shit (read: clutter) scattered all over your living quarters. Plain and simple, it's not cute. You can't live in filth. And what would your tricks say when they come in?! The horror.

Secondly, I need to get these damn wisdom teeth extracted. That statement in itself is self explanatory. Only a week and half to go, then they are history!

Thirdly, find stable employment. I would like nothing more than having the typical reason to get up in the morning... to make that cheddar. (I guess I shouldn't use the term "cheddar" as my street cred was revoked the minute I left Tucson's Barrio Central back in 1999.) I do know that having the responsibility of work does make me one happy homo. I don't know why it puts a smile on my face, but it does. And I cannot wait to have that feeling of purpose jumping around in my stomach.

Fourth but not last, explore my dreams by working on plans for the future. Whether it be disciplining myself to do some writing, or taking a class at Los Angeles Community College, I want to improve my surroundings through my own creativity. I want to tackle writing a full screenplay (I have one in mind), creating art via different medias, bringing Toxic Waist out in the nightlife (as well as on stage), checking out the scene in Los Angeles on a regular basis (one of the original reasons I was drawn to LA many moons ago)... so much to accomplish, but I am certain I will and can do it.

So now I am going to look ahead to this journey. I know deep inside that I had to hit the bottom of my emotions in order to realize what I needed and want to do. I can colour myself exciting now, because the world is full of possibilities.

Cohabitate

The hardest part about living with someone is the space issue. Well, in my opinion that ranks number one. This would be assuming that the two parties living together are compatible with one another. "Somewhat" compatible is better than "not" compatible at all, but being "somewhat" isn't all that desirable to be honest. I think the majority of people want to live someone that they are "completely" compatible with (assuming those individuals want to live with someone). I have the "completely" compatible with Woods. Well, for the "lion's share" anyhow.

Lately, I've been feeling homeshocked. Homeshocked is a term I coined regarding how I feel living here at A2 (if it's even called that). The definition in a nut shell is: the feeling of having freedom but also having the feeling that you are trapped (i.e mentally or physically, hell even emotionally). I feel like I am experiencing all three of those examples.

So why do I feel this way? And where does that put me?

Yes, Woods bought a house: unofficially dubbed A2. In truth, it is HIS home. I only squat here. I'm a user, abuser, however you want to phrase my living status. I could be thrown out at a moment's notice with no recourse for myself.

I have no transportation. What was I thinking when I sold Betina to CarMax during the summer?! I can walk or take the bus, but the bus cost money. Which leads me to...

Oh yea, I have no income. Looking for work lately has been tough. I've been applying for jobs over the past six months (maybe not as ferociously as I should be, but I have made a conscious effort to troll the classifieds).

Woods cannot have a night's sleep without me next to him. Now I feel that I am in this position to go to sleep when he does, to wake up when he does, to follow. I don't like to follow his lead all the time. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about following his lead, but I don't like to follow his lead (or anyone else's for that matter) to the point where it is considered a normal act. I feel responsible for his sleeping schedule. Since when has this become my responsibility?

No social life for me. I don't have any mates out here. I'm the boy in the bubble. I just can't co-mingle with just one person throughout my day. I guess no social life is a false statement. I have friends that are Woods' buddies as well. I just don't have "my own" friends. It's no one's fault but "my own".

No tricking as well. I've transformed into a 100% gym shower queen now. I honestly look forward to the post work out activities of showing off. This is where I have been getting my dose of my much needed narcissism. I've also added escaping to the internet for another source of needless approval. A chat room where I can show myself with or without apparel has become a common place.

Sad, really.

As I sit typing this, I don't want to go to bed. I want to liberate myself somehow, somewhere, yell, scream, figure out what the hell I am doing. I'm a flurry of emotions: annoyed, angry, bored, suffocated, bewildered, erratic, cold, confused, lifeless.

Woods just came over to me from the other bedroom where he was thought to be asleep since he was falling over from his upright position on the futon due to fatigue much earlier in the evening. As he speaks, I sense a guilt trip coming on. He rubs my shoulders for a moment, then speaks. I stand corrected. The question brews about my whereabouts from the queen size bed. I close my eyes and sigh.

I don't blame him for being flustered with me. As I don't even know what is going on. But on the same token, I don't know if he realizes that I am at a crossroads with myself. And on how I feel. I know I have had many talks with him over the past year regarding individualism, being in a partnership, depression, and my self-blockage but at times I feel that it's all just disregarded. Am I not having enough conversations with him? But how many conversations can you have about the same subject?

At least I can honestly say that I know who I am = a irresponsible slut who lives beyond his means.

For the time being, I guess I will attempt to place all of these puzzle pieces together in hopes of a clearer picture. Maybe I will come to a realization once my birthday passes tomorrow. As another year goes by, I need to ask myself "have I matured since my last birthday?" I know I haven't, but maybe this is what I need to work harder this upcoming year on figuring out this life of mine. All I can do is hope for the best.

*crossing fingers*

Colour me bummed

I am in a current state of annoyance and disappointment. My sleep schedule has been quite irregular mainly due to me being a night owl and lately, the toothaches associated with my wisdom teeth. This has caused me to miss out on a few things I had been looking forward to.

Today I was supposed to attend the Los Angeles Auto Show - which I have missed the past 2 years btw. I was also supposed to cash in the deals at H20Plus, Pottery Barn, and The Container Store. I also wanted to hit the gym to do a bit of swimming. To top it off, I was to see "The Little Dog Laughed" at the Kirk Douglas Theatre in Culver City. A whirlwind day if you can imagine.

What I discovered is that I would miss over 80 percent of my plans when I woke up... at 5pm. It's true. I slept all day. Even with my one of my wisdom teeth (the rotted one) causing me dismay throughout my slumber. I was pissed at myself for allowing me to sleep all day and not having the discipline to get up at a set time to accomplished what I had planned for. This has been a dilemma of mine recently. I have no one to blame but myself.

At least I was able to get myself to the Kirk Douglas Theatre for "The Little Dog Laughed" with time to spare. I'm happy I am impoving my estimations for arrival times to shows as well as those social appearances with mates. I know that everytime I miss out on a experience due to my failed method that I have becomed so accosmted to, it just makes me want to work on changing it even more.

I hope that this will be the last, or at least one of the last, Whiplash blunders when it comes to following through with a plan. I'm tired of putting myself through this stress and self-badgering that I have endured over the 30 plus years of my life. It's time for a new chapter to begin.

Gobble Gobble y'all

What's a better way to celebrate Thanksgiving than with a big helping of carnage?



Thank you Eli Roth.

ResERECTION

I decided to discipline myself by sitting down to blow the dust off this blog of mine. It has been many months since I had successfully posted an entry. I can't use the excuse of being busy because there were times when I could have produced a word or two, but my heart just wasn't into it.

From the last time I blogged, I've dealt with moving from an apartment to a house, traveling, unreliable internet connections, a temperamental laptop, and a little bit of faithlessness in all things blog worthy (one part depression, three parts erratic sleeping schedule).

As of late, I have been suffering the wrath of impacted wisdom teeth. What a wise person would have done was to have them out years ago when the insurance was still a coverage option. Unfortunately, I don't consider myself that wise of a person when it comes to this certain situation. My insurance came to an abrupt end last winter thanks to my previous employer pulling the rug out from under my laid off ass. A big "thanks to you"... you measly corporate fucks. Regardless, that is all water under the bridge so now I am having to deal with the UCLA School Of Dentistry. For a small fee, of course.

I do have to admit the past couple of years have been great. After I got laid off from work back in San Diego, I decided to take a sabbatical and withdraw from all things associated with work. But now I find myself going stir crazy. I'm actually craving the pros of working - which are, in my opinion, things like the social interaction (if any), the feeling of responsibility, and the steady paycheck. Although, the steady paycheck part is not quite secure these days.

I don't regret not finding a job the minute I landed in Los Angeles, but looking back on that now, it would have been nice to have had some funds rolling in on a regular basis over the past year.

Regardless of all of that, life had been chugging along quite ferociously as I was spending my time between Los Angeles, San Francisco, San Diego, and Tucson. It had seemed that traveling had officially become my middle name. I felt like a nomad even tho I had a secure place I was calling home. And my home is finally Los Angeles.

EsMickey EsMouse

I'm off to the happiest place in the world. No, not Blow Buddies - 'specially not on a Friday afternoon. Those fuckers. I mean Disneylandia. Well, Disneyland. By using the term Disneylandia, I am channeling my Hispanic heritage. You know what I'm talking about right? Like instead of saying Sprite, you say Esprite. Or when you want to say large, you say mucho mucho grande. I'm so Mexican like that. Viva la raza!

I'm heading down south with fellow queer and household bean lover Woods to meet up with my visiting from Arizona cousin Cel and the bad seed known as Timofy who is up from San Diego. San Diego = ack! Gawd only knows what kind of trouble we will cause in the magic kingdom. Will it be published on FlashMountain.com? I hope so. Just as long as I can avoid those fucking Teacups.
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If I can turn back time...

I knew it! Daylight Savings Time is a total jive! Read on...

Study: Daylight Saving Time actually raises utility bills

It's official: Daylight Saving Time is a bust. Designed (and recently extended) as a measure to save energy in a period of inflated electricity prices, an in-depth University of California study has now shown that DST doesn't save anyone any money at all. In fact, it's costing consumers extra, to the tune of $3.19 in extra utility bills per year.

The study was made possible because of the peculiarities of the state of Indiana, which was only partially on DST until 2006. When the whole state finally went DST (to sync with the national business day), some comparisons vs. the prior method were made apparent. The study calculated that the shift costs Indiana residents an extra $8.6 million in electricity bills in total.
Why? Shouldn't they be, well, saving daylight -- and burning fewer light bulbs?

They are, said the study. But while lighting bills were reduced, air-conditioning units had to run more often, because people were home on hot afternoons when they'd otherwise be still at the office. Heaters had to be run on cool mornings, too, when people got up and it was still dark outside.

Professor Matthew Kotchen, who pioneered the study, noted, "I've never had a paper with such a clear and unambiguous finding as this."

This isn't the first time the energy-saving rationale of Daylight Saving Time has been attacked. The first was in 1976, when the National Bureau of Standards found that there was no significant energy savings after the switch. The recent expansion of DST to a few extra weeks was also revealed to have saved no energy during its run. And yet here we are...

In related news, it was also revealed that Daylight Saving Time actually creates no additional daylight.
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Phlex Schmex

I'm back from Arizona as I stated in my previous post last night. Whew. What a trip. I got to hang out with the fam. I got to eat to the point that they had to roll me out the of restaurant(s). I got the scold my niece for being a pain in the ass (just like her mom back in the day). Good times.

The low point to the trip was visiting the bathhouse in Phoenix called Flex. I got into southern Arizona very late thanks to the traffic that was dealt with on the way out of Los Angeles. I convinced Woods to stop at Flex so we could "crash" for a few hours before continuing down to Tucson.

"crash" = being sluts

Well needless to say, Flex on Thursday was a total bust. I figured that Phoenix would have at least some good sleaze going on, especially on a Thursday night. It's the beginning of the weekend for some. And the fact that Phoenix is the 7th largest city in the country (0r has that changed?!), the meat would be flowing. Yea fucking right.

The majority of the clientele was older, but despite the fact that I love me some older gents, the pickings were quite slim. The only one I found somewhat appealing left me with a bad taste in my mouth. I won't go into detail but I will say that not all ass is good tasting. *vomit*

The majority of the time was spent lounging in the jacuzzi, and swimming in the pool. Oh, and being ogled one of the workers who got a good look at my junk. I hope I at least made his night.

Anyhow, I didn't leave empty handed, so to speak. I did have a sore ass when I exited the facility at 8 o'clock in the morn. But that is another story for another time!
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Rockabilly Love-ish

I'm off to the see The Raveonettes tonight at the El Rey tonight. And yes, I have returned from Arizona.

It's a dry heat!

So I'm feeling much better. Let's say I am about 89% better than I was last week. Thank heaven. I was extremely miserable.

On the flip side, I'm heading out to Tucson to see the fam. Excited I am. Along with the fam, comes food. And let me say, I LOVE to eat. I can't wait to stuff myself with green corn tamales, Eegee's, Pat's chili dogs, Black Jack Pizza and so much more. Oink!
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Still Sniffle Cough Poot

Days later and I am still as ill as I was on Sunday morning. Fuck, when is this damn flu ever going to let up? I guess next time I will be more careful about whose cock I am sucking. Oh well, could be worse I'm sure. From what I hear, this flu is going around. I just hope Woods doesn't get it as he has been in the apartment with me since I have been dealing with it. Yelch!
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Sniffle Cough Poot

I have the flu. Yep. Complete with stuffy head, body aches, coughs, runny nose... the whole nine. I had a fever earlier this morning that hit the 103 mark. I would say it's one of the highest I have ever had in my life.

Woods has been taking care of me since early Saturday morning when it hit. The only thing missing is his slutty nurses outfit. Unfortunately, it wouldn't work as I have no sexual energy to be the devious patient. I would love to, but my lower region has different thoughts about that.

I was able to get myself over to the second Siouxsie show at The Fonda regardless of my condition. At first, it was rather painful, but after downing an tropicana orange juice I had snuck in and standing in the sea of goths & indies, my health seemed to be improving.

By the time Siouxsie did her second encore, I was all better. No dizziness, no runny nose, no coughing. I was dancing my ass off as she performed "Cish Cash" yet again - which my night entire night btw.

Post show, Woods and I stopped by Domino's for a pizza to take back to the apartment. I had originally wanted to check out Fedde Le Grand at the Vanguard post-Siouxsie, but I figured it might not be such a good idea to expose myself to even more bodies that could make my infection worse. Altho, I'm sure it was a great vibe as the line of cars to get into the Vanguard parking lot was causing a traffic jam down Hollywood Boulevard. Not to mention the hordes of club-goers standing in-line to get in.

All in all, I'm hoping this sickness passes me by as quickly as possible. I hate being a whiny cry baby when I am ill. But then again, I'm always a whiny cry baby, right?
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Thank you Lady Goth

Holy smokes! Siouxsie totally performed "Cish Cash" as one of her encore numbers this evening. I was completely floored the minute she sang the first line. I really could not believe it. The majority of the crowd looked a bit puzzled due to the fact that they had no idea what the hell that song was.

I can safely say that many of the Siouxsie fans are not big Basement Jaxx heads. "Cish Cash" is an obscure song Siouxsie collabrated with them on their "Kish Kash" album and is not readily available anywhere else other than through the Basement Jaxx header. I'm hoping she repeats the performance at the Saturday show. I might just shit a golden turd if she does!

Spellbounding

I'm off to the Siouxsie Sioux show at The Fonda. The original Queen of the Goths is in town for two nights performing songs from her amazing Mantaray album, along with a selection of fan favorites. Colour me excited.

Push my buttons

This is why my love for Sia grows more and more each day...

Password accepted!

Ugh.

I hate the feeling of distrust. Drives me completely insane. For those 6 plus years I was with Timofy, there was a lot of distrust. Truck loads. Lots of him going through my e-mails, and vice versa. Setting me up to "chat" with someone in hopes of catching me in the act. And vice versa. We had such a hard time learning to trust each other. Looking back on it now, I chalk it up to being young and dumb. We had no idea what we wanted. And if we did, it wasn't what the other wanted that is for sure. And we hurt each other in the process. It was a learning experience. I vowed never to put myself through that hell. And vowed never to put anyone else through it either.

I don't know what sparked this feeling of distrust this morning. I guess going through my e-mails earlier had something to do with it. The upkeep of constantly changing my passwords to throw off potential (and current) spies. Not that I think anyone would go through my e-mail accounts, but it's just a way to be safe. Protect myself if you will.

I always think, why would anyone want to peer their fragile eyes upon my nutzoid world? I am anything but interesting, but I guess to some my life seems salacious. It's quite dull if you ask me.

And besides, if someone wants to know what the hell is going on in my life, they should be woman (or man) enough to pose the question to me. Not behind my back like a little rat. Or big rat. Depending on the size of the person of course.

Obviously, I have issues to work through. Or do i? Could these feelings (a/k/a suspicions) be valid? Do I have a spy (or spies)?! Am I really delusional? Only time will tell.

AnyHO, this was just another reason to rant my ass off. What's new right? Ah, ok, time for bed... *snore*

Who the hell is Jack Johnson?

Who would have suspected that one overrated artist (in my opinion, of course) would stir up so much controversy regarding being billed as a headliner at one of the most well attended music festivals in the nation? Not I dear sir, not I.

The shit hit the fan on Monday night, but I didn't hear about it until Tuesday morning when I awoke from my slumber via a text message from my brother. The backlash was already making it's way across America about the Coachella line-up. Those Coachheads [truly obsessive but loyal attendees] were completely shocked and appalled by what, most will say, Goldenvoice had truly screwed up on - listing the fatigue inducing Jack Johnson as the headliner for the Friday's show.

And to add fuel to the fire, many believe that this year's line-up announcement was less than stellar. Check it out for yourself:


I will admit at first look I wasn't thrilled at the acts as I felt it was a bit lackluster in comparison to the previous years, but after a careful examination of the list of artists, my tune is VERY different now.

I have to disagree with most people, the line-up is not at all weak. I will say that the news of Jack Johnson as a headliner does bring tears to my eyes, and a rage motivating me to locate the Goldenvoice suit who made the horrible executive decision to let that San Diego lovin' musician worm his way into such a sought after indie music festival.

There are many questions being burn those these Coachheads brains regarding this news:

-Did Jack Johnson make a pact with the devil (a/k/a Ticketmaster) that the only way he would be part of this year's festival would be for him to be billed as a headliner?

-Did Goldenvoice not meet their hippie, pothead, and surfer quota last year so they listed Jack at the top of the list so they could attract a cavalcade from San Diego on Friday?

-Is it true that Jack Johnson has a vagina?

Regardless, there were many other ways they could have announced that Jack Johnson would be a part of the festival this year. Unfortunately, being billed as a headliner was not one of them.

If you look past the Jack Johnson fiasco, you will see that this year will be known as the "Year of the Small Band". For example, I am going to list the artists/bands I personally think are worth going for. And even tho I have seen most of them already (look for the * that will indicate that I've had the pleasure of experiencing them live previously), I will argue my case that this festival is a worthy investment.

Friday April 25th, 2008

Raconteurs *
The Breeders
Fatboy Slim
Tegan and Sara *
Sharon Jones & the Dap Kings
Spank Rock *
Diplo
Adam Freeland
Architecture in Helsinki *
Sandra Collins
Cut Copy
Datarock * (added note: they are amazing live)

Saturday April 26th, 2008

Portishead
Kraftwerk
Death Cab for Cutie *
Sasha & Digweed
Rilo Kiley *
M.I.A. * (added note: she is amazing live)
Hot Chip *
Mark Ronson
Calvin Harris
Junkie XL
The Teenagers
VHS or Beta *
Yo Majesty!
Bonde Do Role *
MGMT
The Bird and the Bee *
New Young Pony Club * (added note: AMAZING, AMAZING, AMAZING live)
Uffie

Sunday April 27th, 2008

Roger Waters (added note: I only listed this if you plan on dropping acid)
Love & Rockets
Justice
Chromeo *
The Streets
Metric * (added note: they are amazing live)
Danny Tenaglia *
Simian Mobile Disco
Booka Shade
Dmitri from Paris
Autolux
Sia * (added note: she is amazing live)

***I do have to say that New Young Pony Club was probably THEE best live band I had the opportunity in seeing last year. I strongly suggest you see them when you can.

I will add one major complaint: Where the hell was Goldenvoice's pull on bringing in such phenomenal acts as Goldfrapp, Pet Shop Boys, Kudu, Spektrum, Radiohead, Client, The Knife, Prodigy, Juliette & The Licks, and Siouxsie that would have been such a great fit for the festival this year. Instead they brought back Justice and Spank Rock who were both at the festival in 2007.

Overall, I will be attending the festival as I have the past two years. I always manage to have a good time no matter what. And I know my mates do too. But to me, it's not about seeing the bands all close up, or trying to cram in as many live acts as humanly possible. It's about spending time with great friends I don't get to see that often, the insane adventures to & from the condo in Betina while everyone drinks & smokes in the back all while snapping photos on their digital cameras, the annual outing to the gay bars in Palm Springs, smoking a little MJ while staring up in the night sky, scarfing down those delicious Senor Corn's baked potatoes, smuggling Stoli into the festival concealed in a freshly cleaned out sunblock bottle so you can fill up your frozen lemonade with something other than ice, watching Milan work her shit on the stage while Miss Lady Kier mans the decks, checking out those little bands that you wouldn't normally pay to see only to be totally blown away with their performance, getting so bombed from partying that you pass out for 45 minutes on the grassy field, avoiding being crushed to death while in the front of a frenzied crowd with the help of security guards who end up letting you hang out on the sidelines drinking with the roadies watching one of the headlining acts, dancing the night away to amazing DJs in one of the dance tents, and getting it on in the port-o-pottys with a hot stud with a large appendage. These are the experiences that make Coachella what it is. The bands are just an added bonus in the scheme of it all. And I can't wait to do again it this year.

Feeling like an old piece of furniture...

It's fairly safe for me to say that I am craving some Whip-solo experiences. I think I am hitting this from all angles - from making friends to random sexual encounters. I haven't really broken down the logistics of it as of yet, but I am in the planning stages. To be honest, this has been building up for quite some time.

It's coming on a year that I have been out of work. The kind soul that is Woods and the breaking back of the wackos known as the Government have lent me their helping hands on getting by the entire year with the necessities to keep me truckin' along. But now as the train slows down, I am placed into the employment pool. This is not something I have been looking forward to that is for sure, but it is something that I *have* to do regardless.

I need a paycheck. I need health insurance. I need some kind of social interaction. I need a regular ongoing schedule,damnit! Hate to say it, but employment does help on all of those levels. And when the hell do *I* need a regular ongoing schedule?!

*groan*

*sigh*

*stomach ache*

Anyway, back to the subject at hand. Once I begin working, I know that I will be given the necessary tools that will push me on my way. I am in dire need of a social life beyond what I have become accustomed to within the past year. I have felt so stuck in the corner recently. I don't know how to bring myself out of it.

Even tricking is something I haven't been all ghung-ho about. I have been so comfortable in my surroundings that I haven't even wanted to venture out into the anonymous sex world. Something that I was very active in over the past 7 years.

This is just an obstacle I need to get over. Once I secure a job, I know my life will fall into place here in Los Angeles. I just need to keep reminding myself to be patient. Life isn't handed to you on a silver platter. Unless you are that skank El Spicy Hilton. *vomit*

Until I find work, I should enjoy my last days as a man free of the push & pull of the cut throat Corporate America world. I suppose I better armor myself now, because once you get back into that day-to-day scene, those wolves can be pretty fucking vicious.

Monday already?!

Wow, how could a weekend that had so much nightlife potential turn into a slumber party?

Originally, I had events penciled into my calendar weeks ago but those plans were scrapped when some random food at Baja Fresh on Friday afternoon killed the buzz. I managed to hit the gym on Friday evening for a little upper body action despite me experiencing the beginning stages of an illness.

After a very quick workout, I headed over to Eleven for a few drinks. I was hoping downing some cocktails would squash the oncoming rapture of foul feelings. Call me crazy, but I like to think that alcohol is a sickness repellent. Well, after four cocktails, seeing a few former tricks, spotting the fellow homos from the gym, spraying my cynical seed from my mouth regarding the clones in the bar, and stuffing my throat with late night Thai food at 3am, I still didn't feel all that much better. I guess I am not as young as I once was.

Cut to Sunday morning 4am... I awake. I completely surpassed Saturday by sleeping through it. I slept for close to 20 hours. This totally threw me off because upon opening my eyes I felt it was early Saturday evening. I couldn't believe I missed an entire day. I had wanted to attend Bang's 8 Year Anniversary on Saturday night. I was hoping to shake my ass to some 60's Mod and Brit Pop. Fuck. I was a little upset, but on the same token, a bit relieved that I had gotten some rest.

Since I was up, I put Sunday morning to use by completing the chore of laundry at Lucy's Laundromat in Hollywood. The scene was interesting, as well as down right annoying. All thanks to a Mexican family with two very young rambunctious boys who I shot dirty looks to numerous times. To add fuel to the fire, the mother of the boys got into a shouting match with another lady regarding their respective loads of laundry. The two women immaturely yelled at each other "No, you shut up" repeatedly for what seemed like an eternity. The entire male clientele was quite entertained from the antics of the two old cats verbally clawing at each other. I wanted out of there, and I couldn't leave fast enough.

After that came breakfast at The Griddle. I filled my belly with their scrumcicous Tequila Sunrise (Huevos Rancheros) - which only lead to a stomach ache. A helping of DVD & CD shopping at the closing Virgin Megastore on Sunset only masked the pain for a few short hours.

By the time the afternoon rolled around, I was tired, achy, and feeling somewhat ill again. I wanted to overcome it by hitting the gym, and dancing the night away at Scandal at The Fonda. Scandal was bringing in one of my favorite DJs from New York - Peter Rauhofer. The last time I heard him spin was ages ago. I had been psyching myself up for this night for the past month. I figured if I forgo the gym, and get in a nap before club time, I would be up to speed for a few hours of rug cutting. Not quite.

I woke up at 11:30pm, showered, ate, but by 1am, I wasn't feeling in the mood to be neck and neck with a few hundred shirtless circuit queens. Even though I was frustrated by inability to overcome the foul feelings I was having, I though to myself "I guess there will be other times" and "my health is more important". But damn, I still could not help feeling a bit down. I was really looking forward to releasing any stress I had built up inside of me by getting lost in the dark tribal sounds of sex club music.

Oh well, here's to hoping that next weekend will bring that opportunity. I always manage to find myself a good time. Whether it be with music, shopping, working out, or sex, the world doesn't end by missing one party.

Welcome to 2008!

Shit.

It's been months since I blogged last - literally. I have many reasons (and excuses) why I haven't kept up with my blog. I won't go into them, but I will say that I am back on it. I finally got a internet cable connection that will allow me to pop online as I please to post my most deepest desires regarding my life.

And it does help that we are in a new year. I welcomed 2008 with open arms from the apartment in which I am inhabiting. I didn't go out like I had wanted to. I opted to stay indoors with Woods watching movies. Exciting right? In all honesty, it was.

Overall, here is to a new year, new experiences, and new adventures. I can't wait to sink my teeth into what this year (and Los Angeles) has to offer.