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I'd teach you, but I'd have to charge.
Nov. 1st, 2003 11:11 amI hate when people call and you pick up the phone and they say "who's this?" I always answer, "well, you called me, so why don't you tell me who this is?" It's usually not my friends who say this, it's always some stranger with a wrong number acting all belligerent.
Last night I went to two Halloween parties, both lovely and lowkey, which is good since I have a busy weekend ahead of me. I preferred just having fun chat on the west-side-story rooftop of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
herfierceness's fabulous pad and talking with Marlon Brando, Britney Spears, Nigel, Anna Nicole Smith, and of course my boy-scout boytoy date for the evening. I was dressed as young Gregg Allman, though as vfc/Anna Nicole noted, I was also looking like Jon Voight circa Midnight Cowboy. She was the only one who really GOT my costume. I got lots of "well, aren't you a fabulous pimp!" type comments. No, no! Pimps don't wear corduroy vests, they don't have messy hair and scruffy faces and bellbottom jeans. Yes, I had one gold chain and some gold aviator sunglasses, but that's because I'm a rockstar. And because that was the style in the early 70's. See, no one wears gold anymore on a daily basis, so it's hard to remember....
It's rough being a misunderstood artist.
Seriously though, all I really cared about was being unrecognizable as Raybear, and that goal was certainly achieved. So much so that I'm considering wearing the wig again tonight while spinning.
Today is lunch with Miss Rook and writing because today is November 1st which means the beginning of National Novel Writing Month. Last year my regular journal suffered a little because I was busy typing 1700 words a day in my other journal, and often the strange moments of my day would get dramatized and added to the plot rather than just recorded in my journal. Yeah, any fiction writer who says they aren't writing their real-life is lying. Of course, than it gets messy when you start off writing a real person but you add some crazy characteristics because then they get offended and don't believe you when you say that's not really how you see them and they quote you back about saying much of my fiction writing is what's really going on in my life....yeah, I should just shut up now. It's fiction. All of it. 100%. Don't believe a damn word.
All Chicago people: see you at Circuit tonight.
Last night I went to two Halloween parties, both lovely and lowkey, which is good since I have a busy weekend ahead of me. I preferred just having fun chat on the west-side-story rooftop of
herfierceness's fabulous pad and talking with Marlon Brando, Britney Spears, Nigel, Anna Nicole Smith, and of course my boy-scout boytoy date for the evening. I was dressed as young Gregg Allman, though as vfc/Anna Nicole noted, I was also looking like Jon Voight circa Midnight Cowboy. She was the only one who really GOT my costume. I got lots of "well, aren't you a fabulous pimp!" type comments. No, no! Pimps don't wear corduroy vests, they don't have messy hair and scruffy faces and bellbottom jeans. Yes, I had one gold chain and some gold aviator sunglasses, but that's because I'm a rockstar. And because that was the style in the early 70's. See, no one wears gold anymore on a daily basis, so it's hard to remember....It's rough being a misunderstood artist.
Seriously though, all I really cared about was being unrecognizable as Raybear, and that goal was certainly achieved. So much so that I'm considering wearing the wig again tonight while spinning.
Today is lunch with Miss Rook and writing because today is November 1st which means the beginning of National Novel Writing Month. Last year my regular journal suffered a little because I was busy typing 1700 words a day in my other journal, and often the strange moments of my day would get dramatized and added to the plot rather than just recorded in my journal. Yeah, any fiction writer who says they aren't writing their real-life is lying. Of course, than it gets messy when you start off writing a real person but you add some crazy characteristics because then they get offended and don't believe you when you say that's not really how you see them and they quote you back about saying much of my fiction writing is what's really going on in my life....yeah, I should just shut up now. It's fiction. All of it. 100%. Don't believe a damn word.
All Chicago people: see you at Circuit tonight.
