Incredible difficulty with approaching my blog this morning. After typing a few sentences, I watched a movie, deleted half of what I typed, played with the dog, retyped the majority what I just deleted, made myself a ham sandwich, took a shower, strolled back to screen only to delete all the nouns from my blog. Perhaps I am trying to create some sort of original poetry or something? "Please disconnect these wires, information overload *crash crash crash*....."
Here is a No-Noun Poem:
"Called, seems lost
Angry yelled in my No longer works!
Walked fourteen, but were not at
Sad Sad, didn't work"
After the 2007 roadtrip, Matthew got a job selling decorative ribbons to people who are so deliriously rich, they have no idea that they are blowing $1200 on a bunch of ribbons. Mo Money, Mo Problems, Mo Ribbons. Called him up at his job yesterday. An angry sounding lesbian answered, "Matthew? He no longer works here." WTF? I stopped by his apartment yesterday after work and no one answered - he does not have a cell phone or a computer. I am worried.... More than anything, I hope he quit and that he was not fired... Matt gets really depressed when he does not fit into the whole society/working culture thing. He just wants to read books on the universe, meditate, and pretend he is a Yogi. Matt, Matt, Matt if you ever find a computer - write me, I need to hear from you.....
I worked with a really good friend yesterday - and he gave me a million CDs to listen to on my roadtrip! Super excited, if there is anything that I need more of on my roadtrip, it is music.... Nelly Furtado, the 2008 Grammy Awards, Rolling Stones, Janet Jackson, some opera, some dance, some silly rap music to ghetto bump to...
Oh! And I never got to thank everyone who bought me birthday presents! I got the new seat covers, new Bettie Page mascot stickers to piss off the old catholic grannies in the southern states, a box of magical (says so on the box) tea, and a book about Route 66 (which will come in handy, I am all over the old route 66 in two weeks!) Just think... all your stuff is going to go around the US with me... Thanks for helping make the trip more colorful!
"Man, them mosquitoes 'round this place big enough to rape a chicken."
Best line in the book Eat Pray Love. I do not know how long I giggled over that particular line. It is the visual of it. My mind is far too picturesque.... bugs raping chickens.... oh, man-oh-man.
I wonder if there will be mosquitoes raping chickens up in Alaska.
So how do you think the fivenakedmodels channel is working? Good? Bad? Feedback? What would you like to see more of, less of? I film tomorrow - I really have nothing particular to talk about... let me know!