By Beauty Damned

Listless Ramble

Try as I might, I have felt so bored and blah today that I can't seem to get excited about anything. Activities that usually keep my attention or get me sucked in can't even keep my interest for five minutes. I don't feel bummed, just kind of blanko. That retard Vicki over at dog snot is still trying to get some attention out of me but I can't even muster the interest to respond to her idiotic ranting and insults. She's too stupid to appreciate a funny putdown. At least Michelle was funny. Arguing with this Vicki girl is about as entertaining as playing poo-dollar. It's funny at first but after the first couple times, you pretty much know how it's gonna go and at that point it turns into a snoozefest. Why do people have to be so damn predictable?

I read all day and listened to music because those were things I could do without having to put in any effort at all.

One of my upstairs neighbors (they are a young couple) came down again and asked me to turn my music down at 2:30 in the afternoon. Goddamn ninnies. These people are in their late twenties or early thirties but you'd think they were grandparents the way they complain ... and the dirty looks they give me when I see them around the neighborhood... the look that says "you play your music loud and it hurts my virgin ears! Raaar!" Hey! Neighbors upstairs! Whateveryernamesare, Two things: you're not dead yet, so you should try to have a little fun and, newsflash: I have to listen to your noisy asses stomping across the floor above my head every single day, so if you have to endure a little bit of punk rock music or a tiny bit of thumping bass every once in awhile on a Saturday afternoon, deal with it! Better yet, why don't you boring sonsabitches try listening to a little music every now and then? Maybe you'd be a little less uptight. P.S. I never play my music loud at night, only in the middle of the day do I crank it up, so they need to stop bugging me about it. It's starting to tick me off.

Anyway, I'm going to try to cure my blahs with a night out on the town. Ivette and I are going to go down to Last Exit in a little while. She could use a night out too. She's all stressed out about home renovations and she needs a big break. Preferably one that consists of several cocktails and some ass shakin on the dance floor.

Last night went to the Hog Pit with six friends down in the meat packing district and had some real southern cooking. Shared a "heap o' pulled pork" doused in BBQ sauce, some collard greens, black eyed peas, cabbage & bacon, macaroni & cheese, jalepeno cornbread, hush puppies, sweet potato fries... it was all heavenly. We ate until we were fat and slightly drunk. Had a lot of laughs. Told crazy stories of wild highschool hijinks involving keg stands, beer bongs and smoking pot out of various fruits and vegetables. The conversation didn't get tiresome for a moment. It was a perfect way to spend Friday night.

There was some high budget movie filming so we stood outside and gawked like tourists for a few minutes before taking a walk. There was the largest movie trailor I've ever seen parked out front of Spice Market across the street. It was about an 18 wheeler, and even bigger than the average cargo-carrying 18 wheeler. Through the windows we could see huge plasma televisions. Wish we could have made friends with them... These freakin moviestars live it up. I shouldn't complain, having been invited to more movie premieres and afterparties in the past two years than I ever dreamed possible. The next is the May release of "Coffee & Cigarettes." It stars Iggy Pop, Steve Buschemi, Bill Murray, Jack White, Cate Blanchett, GZA, RZA and others. So be prepared for the bragfest that will ensue following that event. I managed to mostly shut up about the Personal Velocity and Legally Blonde II premieres, but this is going to be too much. If I meet Iggy Pop there is a possibility that I will faint.

Now I'm rambling uncontrollably from a total lack of activity or human contact all day, so I'm just going to sign off now. Roger that. Over and out.