I just discovered that one of my favorite bloggers no longer exists. Jesus loves me, this, I know doesn't have a blog any more and it makes me sad.
Sure he was mean sometimes and didn't always use the most ladylike words, but he was brilliant and interesting and I think I've become a better person from listening to what he had to say.
I miss you -- like I told you I would -- and I hope you're in a better place. I'll be here if you decide to come back.
Besitos carino.
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- I am lazy, funny, always cold, always hungry (especially for cheese), silly, sometimes crazy, artistic, weird, sarcastic, adventurous, idealistic, a socialist, obsessive compulsive, sometimes mean, socially conscious, a vegetarian, single forever, happy. In other words, a sentence fragment.
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10 comments:
Wow, you came by my place on your weekend home. I am honored. I promise I will never go away. Now all you have to do is make me one of your favorite bloggers.
So how well that works out.
BTW the personality test was a trick question. The only correct answer was not to choose.
I hope you are enjoying your weekend.
I figured out that it was a trick, but it was just a little too late by then.
darling!
how truly kismet, i was just thinking of you today and wondering how your new life in your new small town was treating you...
sorry to disappoint, i just thought how tedious for the reader, as i simply have had neither the time nor inclination to document my sordid tales of late, although, you will be pleased to know, the tales are as sordid as ever.
myself, i've been entertaining some of my oldest and dearest friends, on a cocktail and naughty salt crazed trip in a black convertible across the west coast usa and into mexico. fabulous. there's no friends like old friends.....
i'm in sin city today, very very tan, and tomorrow morning i climb back into the tin can to return to the far east, as i'm nearly poor again after 7 months of jetset boozy druggy fun. all things, they say must come to an end.
the work i was doing in hell.a. was rocknroll charity. high on cred, but negative on salary. it's a dirty job but someone's gotta do it.
you might like this video we just made. well, i make the outfits and serve as stage mother. she's canadian, actually.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcKMg7eEjj8
you must buy the album. it's genius. it's called 'impeach my bush'
hopefully 2 or 3 months with my beloved japs will fill the coffers sufficiently for me to not have to work for another 6 or 8 months or so.
god willing.
light a candle for we won't you darling? i do keep you in my prayers.....
shanti shanti.
Looks like I wrote your euelogy a little too soon :) You seem much happier these days and I'm glad to have you back. I'll write more when I get a chance.
How very considerate of your readers, P. But since I suspect you only had one regular reader, I wonder how much tediousness you actually saved.
I suppose without having a blog to connect to, it would be harder for "one's anonomity (to) be fatally compromised."
I have no doubt that you've increased your supply of sordid tales. I've come to expect that from you, you know.
Are you glad to be back home? Do you have a roomate or a maid to look after your place when you're gone? If not, I wonder how much dust has piled up while you've been away.
How very charitable of you to do high-profile pro-bono work.
"You must buy the album" -- I take it you frown on stealing music off the internet? It's not illegal in my country yet, so I've been stockpiling burnt CDs.
I won't steal the one you helped with, but I'll watch it next time I'm the only one in the office.
It must be nice to be so young and already half retired:)
well, luckily, i never have to worry about that, because my home is my louis vuitton luggage.
much like a snail, really.
and no, i am the biggest music thief ever. but we prefer to limewire the aguileras and beyonces, and cough up the 12 bucks for the punk rock chicks.
it all balances out in the end.
happy to be home? well, i guess this city is as close to a home as any i have ever lived in, being as i lived here longer than any of the others.
i guess so yeah, althrough i'll be much happier with another 100k in the bank and a couple of 20 year old brazilians on my dick.
a mark, a yen, a buck, or a pound, that clinking clanking sound..........
Better a snail than a slug, wouldn't you say?
I saw some luggage at a museum that you might appreciate. It was an old-fashioned trunk that opened up with little drawers on one side and a more open clothes-hanging space on the other.
I thought you had somewhere to keep some of your stuff and I thought I remembered you saying you had a roommate, but I must be mistaken.
Doesn't it get lonely having no place that's just for you and no friends you get to take with you wherever you go?
Are you more utilitarian or capitalist? Despite your love for yen, you seem like a capitalist/socialist hybrid.
the miracle of the human animal is it's ability to adapt.
i only ever feel melancholy when i'm packing the bags again, once i hit the airport it's back to balls of steel.
i bring my mates places with me all the time. whats the point of working if you can't share the fruits of one's labour? i couldn't give a fuck about money but i do love the freedom you can buy with it.
also, an awful lot of my best friends are dead, whether from cancer or aids or drugs, and the brilliant thing about your friends and family dying is that it makes it much easier to travel, once they're not weighed down by the flesh. so i rarely feel alone.
I'm sorry about your friends. That's a neat spiritual way of looking at their spirits, though. When a friend of mine passed away, I knew she was still there because I could feel her in the wind.
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