It's a bad time to be a writer or a publicist my friends. Actually, it's a bad time to be anything besides a successful, money-hungry billionaire who doesn't share their worth with the rest of our crumbling economy. Every week I read the Bulldog Reporter for PR pitching updates and information. What have I found recently? That magazine and newspapers around the country are folding weekly. Staff cuts in large numbers...giants folding such as the San Francisco Chronicle and the Boston Globe. I was just told by the editor of the SF Chronicle that after this month he will be the sole person running the paper. What does this say to me? By the end of the summer they too will be something of the past. No one buys print anymore. Why would you when you can interact with any given person at any given time of the day across the world? So we have writers and managers and editors and photo copiers and print proofers and reporters out of work. Thousands of them.
Next comes television. Reality stars have taken over the world of "entertainment." "I'm a Celebrity Get Me Out of Here!"-how is this crap television? Why does ANYONE tune in to watch this nonsense? People complaining about being placed in a situation that isn't soft and cushy and full of people kissing their trainer toned asses. It sickens me. Mike & Juliet had its last show today. WHAT?? If I turn on the news and find out that Spencer and Heidi are making a movie I swear I will move to a remote island where I never have to hear or see those two idiots again. The fact that I even just mentioned their names makes me irritated with myself for giving them another write up somewhere on the net. The two of them probably sit up all night long googling their own names to see whose lives they have enriched. Note: you aren't doing anything put prolonging a weak and sickened state of mind by the people in America. You're brain washing them to believe your pathetic antics actually mean something.
So now we have television producers, hosts, camera crews, etc. out of work. The numbers grow again.
Chrysler and Jeep were ordered to a halt this week as well. How many manufacturers will suffer because of this? Business owners? Car techs? Sales people? The local businesses in town are closing and selling their merchandise at whole sale before they shut their doors. It doesn't just affect my business either...moving on to the hardest hitting closing I've seen this week (at least to myself and fellow Californians)....
Virgin Megastore on Hollywood Blvd. Ouch. As of Monday, June 15th Virgin will cease to exist. This is a year after both the New York City and New Jersey stores have already opted to close. About 2 years after Tower records shut its doors to the public. CD's? DVD's? Why buy them for $20 a pop when you can buy them on iTunes for a dollar per song or episode? 80% off everything left in the store-that's what you can bank on for the rest of the weekend. That includes the light fixtures, tables, mannequins, and flat screen tv's. EVERYTHING must go. If the owner of Virgin can't keep his stores alive-how is coming out with brand new airline carrier services?
My boyfriend is a musician. Is this the death of his industry as well? If you aren't Billy Joel or Bruce Springsteen should you can up your strings and drum kits and forget it all? Are he and I doomed to be prodigy's of the poor for life because we chose college degrees and passions in the arts? How is our country going to recover from the hit we are taking? When industry after tycoon is taking a beating into the ground? I firmly believe that everything in life happens for a reason. I am beginning to wonder if we were all raised by our grandparents telling detailed stories of the great depression because within a few years we will have to follow in their footsteps. Money is low, but the prices keep rising.
Where do we go from here? Obama-can you clean up even a portion of the mess Bush made? I give it 2 years before the boy and I move to England to leave this wreckage behind.....
Good Luck America-You're FUCKED.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
I HATE LA
Maybe the best thing I've seen in a while. Thanks to Sarah for opening my eyes to this video.
Oh really? Hot water?? Bullshit.
Urban Cowboy Silverlake Bullshit Style
why it's in style to look like you raided your grandmother's closet??
last night's nylon party looked more like halloween than a stylish get together.
sequined blouses, over sized t-shirts with no pants (are you that used to the walk of shame that you've just stopped getting dressed to go out??), huge hideous sweaters....
look silverlake, stop invading my turf and shop somewhere else other than urban outfitters. your style is wack. you give me a headache.
and also-why the hell are the ting-ting's a band? i hate you ipod-you've ruined the sale of good music by promoting this type of crap in your commercials. i shouldn't have sold out and asked for one for my birthday. give me some rock and roll. that means, by the way in case you have no idea what i'm talking about, jimmy page, jim morrison, vince neil, axel rose, joan jett, mick jagger, david bowie, john lennon, tim effing armstrong!!!!!!!
ugh-this is why i don't go out. someone please give these people a mirror...or a time machine. that way they can fast forward through time, see the photos of themselves, realize how stupid they look and KNOCK IT THE HELL OFF!!!!
ps: vintage = old, used, and tired. unless it's a car. don't buy it. ok? ok.
last night's nylon party looked more like halloween than a stylish get together.
sequined blouses, over sized t-shirts with no pants (are you that used to the walk of shame that you've just stopped getting dressed to go out??), huge hideous sweaters....
look silverlake, stop invading my turf and shop somewhere else other than urban outfitters. your style is wack. you give me a headache.
and also-why the hell are the ting-ting's a band? i hate you ipod-you've ruined the sale of good music by promoting this type of crap in your commercials. i shouldn't have sold out and asked for one for my birthday. give me some rock and roll. that means, by the way in case you have no idea what i'm talking about, jimmy page, jim morrison, vince neil, axel rose, joan jett, mick jagger, david bowie, john lennon, tim effing armstrong!
ugh-this is why i don't go out. someone please give these people a mirror...or a time machine. that way they can fast forward through time, see the photos of themselves, realize how stupid they look and KNOCK IT THE HELL OFF!!!!
ps: vintage = old, used, and tired. unless it's a car. don't buy it. ok? ok.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Giving Up or Giving In
The month of October is such a double edged sword for me. On one hand, I am obsessed with Halloween, the change of colors in the vegetation that surrounds us, the thought of holidays soon approaching us, time spent with friends, pumpkin spice scents and flavors-it's literally my favorite time of the year.
Funny enough, it's also the hardest time of the year for me. I begin to realize how long it's been since i've seen my friends and family back in Texas. I miss my ex-fiance dearly and think of him fondly during this month. He died October 27th, 1999. I was only 17. It was the hardest thing i've ever had to go through, and as long as I live, I doubt that I will ever be the same around this time of year because of it. I miss him terribly. He is the only man in my entire life besides my brother who has loved me unconditionally.
I fell in love, true love, once again after Nathan had passed away. June 6th, 2003 i met Dylan Brady. I spent the next 4 years of my life with him. He and I are friends now after 2 years of being broken up. It's so much easier to move on from something like that-even though when it first happened I thought I would literally die from the aching pain inside my heart. It's funny how life moves and changes us. It's funny what you can go through. You will think that you cannot possibly make it through a pain so deep your insides feel hollow, and then one day, you magically realize it's alright. You smile again. It feels like sunshine has filled the darkest places of your heart and mind once again.
It's been a long time since I've allowed myself to begin to feel for someone in this nature again. Nearly 2 years to be exact. Then I met J. The story in itself is something meant for books and movies. He blew me away in the span of only a few days. Then, he left, and went back to his home. 6500 miles away in London, England. I never thought I'd speak to him again, but alas, I thought wrong. Over the past few months our relationship/friendship has grown and progressed, and I found myself thinking that in him I could potentially have found someone I would be willing to open myself to again. I did. In true circumstance of all romance novels that go awry-he chose another girl. I find myself wondering, when does it end?
How do people wind up with one another? Are so many people merely settling or do they happen to actually find someone that they can mold with into one life? Is my problem that I am too independent, or that I allow myself to care too deeply for those who enter my life in all forms and situations? Some people claim that I am too distant, while others claim I desire too much attention. I wonder what kind of read the person reading this right now gets from me. Being a Gemini is strange because you have so many different persons inside of you that make up the whole that you portray in life. I give up on relationships. If one wants me-it can find me. I give in to the realization that I cannot be against finding someone, but that it may not take place any time soon-or ever.
I'm so happy to have the life that I live. I'm so very fortunate for the friends, family, occupation, etc. that I have. I just want to find someone who will follow these steps...boy meets girl. boy and girl like one another. they share a few splendid moments together and decide to casually date. boy and girl progress and become boyfriend and girlfriend after a few months. from there the story continues. i'm not out there searching for a boyfriend or a husband. i just want to find someone who wants to take a few steps in life enjoying one another's company-and then we will see where that leads us.
one of these days someone will be running through life at the same speed that i am.....
Funny enough, it's also the hardest time of the year for me. I begin to realize how long it's been since i've seen my friends and family back in Texas. I miss my ex-fiance dearly and think of him fondly during this month. He died October 27th, 1999. I was only 17. It was the hardest thing i've ever had to go through, and as long as I live, I doubt that I will ever be the same around this time of year because of it. I miss him terribly. He is the only man in my entire life besides my brother who has loved me unconditionally.
I fell in love, true love, once again after Nathan had passed away. June 6th, 2003 i met Dylan Brady. I spent the next 4 years of my life with him. He and I are friends now after 2 years of being broken up. It's so much easier to move on from something like that-even though when it first happened I thought I would literally die from the aching pain inside my heart. It's funny how life moves and changes us. It's funny what you can go through. You will think that you cannot possibly make it through a pain so deep your insides feel hollow, and then one day, you magically realize it's alright. You smile again. It feels like sunshine has filled the darkest places of your heart and mind once again.
It's been a long time since I've allowed myself to begin to feel for someone in this nature again. Nearly 2 years to be exact. Then I met J. The story in itself is something meant for books and movies. He blew me away in the span of only a few days. Then, he left, and went back to his home. 6500 miles away in London, England. I never thought I'd speak to him again, but alas, I thought wrong. Over the past few months our relationship/friendship has grown and progressed, and I found myself thinking that in him I could potentially have found someone I would be willing to open myself to again. I did. In true circumstance of all romance novels that go awry-he chose another girl. I find myself wondering, when does it end?
How do people wind up with one another? Are so many people merely settling or do they happen to actually find someone that they can mold with into one life? Is my problem that I am too independent, or that I allow myself to care too deeply for those who enter my life in all forms and situations? Some people claim that I am too distant, while others claim I desire too much attention. I wonder what kind of read the person reading this right now gets from me. Being a Gemini is strange because you have so many different persons inside of you that make up the whole that you portray in life. I give up on relationships. If one wants me-it can find me. I give in to the realization that I cannot be against finding someone, but that it may not take place any time soon-or ever.
I'm so happy to have the life that I live. I'm so very fortunate for the friends, family, occupation, etc. that I have. I just want to find someone who will follow these steps...boy meets girl. boy and girl like one another. they share a few splendid moments together and decide to casually date. boy and girl progress and become boyfriend and girlfriend after a few months. from there the story continues. i'm not out there searching for a boyfriend or a husband. i just want to find someone who wants to take a few steps in life enjoying one another's company-and then we will see where that leads us.
one of these days someone will be running through life at the same speed that i am.....
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
The Same Scene; Forever.
How old is too old? When do we grow older and loose our youthful innocence? When does going out with friends become a chore? Is this what we call maturity, or is it a part of life...to settle into routine?
Looking around me in a dark room, with loud music from some no name band injuring my hearing further, i see a scene painted in front of me that i know all too well. Girls we would never call ladies, dressed to the nines in the most attention grabbing outfits they could manage to put together from what's left in their closet after weeks of partying. Boys whom we would never refer to as mean, due to the fact that they dress as if this is still 1986 and Motley Crue is in the room provoking the restless members of this dull party. "We just live to experience life!" This is what they claim.
I didn't realize experiencing life meant drinking away your brain cells and your paycheck on a nightly basis. You fill yourself with false expectations of what will come of this dance you shimmy to nightly. For the first time in my life I have taken a look at the people around me and just wanted to run far, far away. A little voice inside of me screaming that my time here has ceased. I realized that I want some routine in my life. Someone who will wake up when a.m. still follows the number on the clock to explore the day with me. Travel, read, write, learn. There's so much to see, and the most common thing people in this city see is the inside of a bar. Disgusting. You have a city full of useful tools at your hands and you waste it away.
Let me tell you something kids; you're not a musician if you only pick up your guitar once a week and spend the rest of your time boozing. You're an alcoholic with a hobby. Get a job and then explore your passion. It's alright to be without monetary benefits in life...if you're working towards something that will establish you in a way so sturdy that one day my children will say, "look mom, i got an autograph from _____." Stop wasting everyone's time, including your own.
In the event of moving forward, I have chosen to write on this site weekly. To evolve in my learning process and explore the theories given to me daily. I know now the next step to my life, and I will not stand here idly waiting for it to happen. I made the giant leap it took to start my true life here in California. I have settled into what I now call "home." I have my career path laid in front of me with a distinguished map of where I'm going and how I will get there. He is going to be next. Steps towards completion. One, two, three.
Looking around me in a dark room, with loud music from some no name band injuring my hearing further, i see a scene painted in front of me that i know all too well. Girls we would never call ladies, dressed to the nines in the most attention grabbing outfits they could manage to put together from what's left in their closet after weeks of partying. Boys whom we would never refer to as mean, due to the fact that they dress as if this is still 1986 and Motley Crue is in the room provoking the restless members of this dull party. "We just live to experience life!" This is what they claim.
I didn't realize experiencing life meant drinking away your brain cells and your paycheck on a nightly basis. You fill yourself with false expectations of what will come of this dance you shimmy to nightly. For the first time in my life I have taken a look at the people around me and just wanted to run far, far away. A little voice inside of me screaming that my time here has ceased. I realized that I want some routine in my life. Someone who will wake up when a.m. still follows the number on the clock to explore the day with me. Travel, read, write, learn. There's so much to see, and the most common thing people in this city see is the inside of a bar. Disgusting. You have a city full of useful tools at your hands and you waste it away.
Let me tell you something kids; you're not a musician if you only pick up your guitar once a week and spend the rest of your time boozing. You're an alcoholic with a hobby. Get a job and then explore your passion. It's alright to be without monetary benefits in life...if you're working towards something that will establish you in a way so sturdy that one day my children will say, "look mom, i got an autograph from _____." Stop wasting everyone's time, including your own.
In the event of moving forward, I have chosen to write on this site weekly. To evolve in my learning process and explore the theories given to me daily. I know now the next step to my life, and I will not stand here idly waiting for it to happen. I made the giant leap it took to start my true life here in California. I have settled into what I now call "home." I have my career path laid in front of me with a distinguished map of where I'm going and how I will get there. He is going to be next. Steps towards completion. One, two, three.
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