living at 1044 seymour avenue is sick and glamorous, though rather odd at times.

my housemate is a raging alcoholic just like me, and we often wander around the house with bathrobes and cigarettes, busting booze cabinets around like bette davis in "whatever happened to baby jane"

michelle mccrary came over and we talked about our lives and she gave me good handsoap and we drank screwdrivers and talked shit.

my new friend eryk datura came over the other night with ryan and they met michelle. worlds colliding.

last night i decided i needed to go out so we went to lipstick lounge and some guy who was hitting on me told me he wanted to "break me up like a shotgun"

i scoffed and told him he was a degenerate heathen and gathered my entourage and walked out.

pancakes


being a gemini is just so tough.
part of me wants to be the finest actor in the world
the other part wants to be just another flash in the pan trashy pop icon.