Negative Ghost Writer

Wow I am slacking again. I knew it would happen. Working 40+ hours a week is not conducive to productive blogging. I will give you a run down of my week...here goes:

Thursday 10th- Ezra and I went to Ann Arbor to get tattooed. I was hellbent on finishing my left forearm and getting my mummy I have been wanting. Alas, the night before I could not for the life of me figure out how I wanted it to look. So I went with the spur of the moment back up of the vampire pug. Good game, Wolff...it looks awesome. I love it and love the girl who put it on my body. She will finish both my forearms before I leave, hopefully.

Friday 11th- Art show, art show! I had to work until nine, so I couldn't be there from the git go, but I came anyway super excited to suppport my mizzan. His stuff was for sure the best and I was super duper proud of him. He's one of those annoying people who can make things that he wants to happen, happen. Unlike yours truely. I suck at pretty much everything artistic, no big deal though, I've come to grips with that fact. And I got my serial killer paintings out of the deal too. One of Dahmer (le sigh) and Ramirez. Came home to some killer sex, too.

Saturday 12th- Ummmm...I can't remember if I did anything. Oh I didn't. Worked and watched the Buddy Holly story. Fucking Busey.

Sunday 13th- Holy fuck, best day ever. Started it off by working 9 to 3, then coming home, dyed my locks, because my grey was overpowering my life, and got mega hot for the show that night. What show, you ask? FUCKING TOM WAITS. OMG it was amazing. Life changing to be exact. That man was phenomenal. Breathtaking. Left my quivering in my ballet shoes and red lipstick. Jim Jarmusch was sitting behind us too. Pretty fucking sweet. Fuck all of you who said I paid too much for my ticket (I would have paid triple). Worth every red cent.

Monday 14th- Um nothing. Worked 8-4, napped, watched Flavor of Love with Ezra and Ryan. Best fucking show on TV. I normally would say Project Runway is the best, but it is frustrating me as of late, they keep kicking all of my peeps off. Anyone that resembles Crispen Glover/Carlos D. (from Interpol) is panty saturating in my book of love. It's not over yet. If they kick my black dude off, I'm stopping the viewing. Probably not, I'm all talk.

Tuesday 15th- Worked 12-9. Came home, went to Erin's (akron) and had a fun time at a little gathering. I really like all of Ezra's friends. They make me feel welcome and they dig Ezra and I together. It makes me feel good.

Wednesday 16th- Worked 12-9. Came home, showered and watched V for Vendetta. I don't get how people said it sucked. I mean I wouldn't see it again, but I enjoyed watching it. I like post-apocalyptic movies anywho. 1984 is one of my fav's. You couldn't even tell that the Matrix people directed it, except for this really cheesy sword throwing scene where there were little acid trails following the swords. That was towards the end though.

Today!- Ezra and I's one year anniversary. Doesn't really mean much, but it is sort of cool that we have gone a year and have never had a huge fight, never had a dry sex period and still really get along and make each other laugh. It feels nice. I really look foreward to continuing my life with him and moving to Texas together. He's my rock and roll.

Tomarrow- We (moosh and me) are going to the Andy Warhol museum in Pittsburgh for our anniversary trip. He's never been, and I love the floor with the cum paintings and glory holes. Romance is in the air!

Thanks for listening to my ever boring life. Shit is good right now, so I have no strife to write about. Good for me, boring for ya'll!