Sunday, October 9th, 2005

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12:10a	PISSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK So its fucking 12:30 am. Nothing particularly noteworthy about that fact alone but my GODDAMN idiot peice of shit date was supposed to meet up with me sometime between 11pm and 12am and he is not here AT ALL. We discussed this point around 5 pm this afternoon and after leaving a particularly unpleasant day of work at Tommy Bahama coupled with the fact that I started to cry after I got off the phone with my mom because I suddenly felt an unexpected wave of homesickness, I raced over to Target, bought a new curling iron because mine had broken that morning and I needed it for the shoots tomorrow, bought some body butter and other essentials, called Wil to make sure we had some wine in the house, dashed home, cleaned, set out my wardrobe for tomorrow's shoot that I'm modeling for, prepped my makeup kit for the shoot I'm doing makeup for, took a shower, got Monquez's stuff together that he had left and had him over for a chat, shaved and moisturised every inch of my body, put on lingerie, did my hair, threw on a little makeup, set out some candles, opened the wine and.................... NOTHING. Not a phone call. Not one. Not one word of explanation as to why a gorgeous, mature, ready, willing, and more than able 24 year old girl has been seemingly stood up by a man exactly twice her age and of no noteable financial security. What the FUCK is wrong with this picture? WHY the fuck did this man even begin to entertain the notion of breaking this date without even a phone call? It is bad enough to stand someone up, but to not even call them to admit what a peice of shit you're about to act like? UNBELIEVABLE. I have literally never been so angry in my life at a man. And that fact alone makes me angry at myself. I mean, what is really the point of this negativity? Am I really this horny and wanting for attention? Well, actually yes, but is it worth all this trouble on my part? Absolutely the fuck not! OK So now ASSHOLE calls me at 12:40--he is now getting a "bite to eat downtown, didn't have his phone on him, and will be over in a little while, is that too late?" Actually, yes asshole it is TOO FUCKING LATE but guess what--I'm going to fuck the shit out of you (the best anger fuck you or I have ever had) and then I am not calling your sorry ass ever again. I don't have time for bullshit anymore--I know what I want and I don't need any drama or games or strings attached to it. No wonder you're a fucking bachelor still at 48--big fucking surprise--so I'm not dealing with him anymore. Period. Plus, the fucking vice president of Kaiser Permanente asked me out today and yes, the bitch gave him her business card. Current Mood: beyond furious Current Music: Tyrone by Eryka Badu (2 Comments | Comment on this)
11:33a	"I think you better call Tyrone....." OR "Diary of a Mad Black Woman" I just dropped my date (Fuckhead as I now like to refer to him) like a bad habit! And it feels good!!!! Yeah, my livejournal entry was a little personal last night but y'all are my friends and I figured I would share this little tale with you at some point anyway. But here is the final stirring conclusion: So Fuckhead shows up two hours late with no apology (except for a half-assed one he'd given on the phone), plays very aloof and reads Rolling Stone for about 15 minutes as he lounges on my fouton, I give him a wonderful massage that goes on and on, he gives me one about a fourth of the time I spent on him, he drinks too much wine, we have a very mediocre boink session due in part to this (and in part to the fact that it's practically fucking 4 am by now!), he has the nerve to mutter "expectations!" and "do you want to get off because I got off?" ("No I want to get off because I want to get off!," I quickly replied) when I ask him to er..uh..help me out with something, rolls over and goes to sleep, I finally sleep too, wake up, try to wake him up in the sexiest possible way I can think of, he shows absolutely no interest whatsoever and rolls over again, and then gets up and quite casually asks if I would like to grab a bite to eat with him. "No." "Oh, are you going back to sleep?" "No." "Are you getting up?" "Yes." "Are you angry at me?" Gee let me think about that for one minute....."YES!" Then, cool as a fucking cucumber, I give my list of greivances in the classiest, most intelligent way I can articulate and proceed to make him feel like a jack-ass because I sound so rational and honest. Then he offers almost no explanation as to the reasons for his behavior (i.e. the chronic tardiness, his aloofness, his need to be my "spiritual guide", the lack of sexual reciprocation when he was not "in the mood"--although for the record, FANTASTIC when he was--that's why I put up with his shit for any amount of time.) SO I told him it was over, he kissed me goodbye, was stupid enough to leave his shirt filled with change (which I was so tempted to throw at him handful by handful when he came back for it), gave him back a pair of sunglasses that I thought had been a gift, I called him to tell him he left his shirt, he calls me ten minutes later saying the same fucking thing, comes back with a sad-ass flower arrangement and something about how it "went with the universal flow...blah, blah, blah neo-buddhist, $5 cup of herbal tea bullshit", kissed me again, and that was it. And the worst part is, I was planning on dropping his ass anyway but only after I got a great anger fuck in and I wan't even able to do that! Grrrrrrrr!!!! My only regret in this whole experience is not saying, "You know, for a buddhist, you're a real asshole." But, we do run in the same social circles so quite frankly this was a good time to be a classy bitch rather than a ghetto bitch although Kris tells me that if he runs into Edward on the street, they are going to definitely have a "misunderstanding." SO MOVING ON to BIGGER AND BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Current Mood: but optomistic Current Music: Tyrone (all day long on repeat!) (3 Comments | Comment on this)
11:43a	"There, I said it" SO after a restless night and surrealy fucked up morning, my paid photoshoot cancelled and I was left with just having to worry about modeling for Saryn's shoot. I was so unbelievably exhausted that I actually managed to get lost on the way to her house that I had been to before simply because I did not read a line in my directions--I was an hour late and thoroughly embarassed but she was very sweet about the whole thing, and we got some great shots. Then I raced home, got fabulous, picked up Kris and went over to John's new place where we were planning to leave from to go to Maloney's to meet a couple more of his friends. The experience was a little awkward--John definitely noticed the weight loss and probably now thinks all I do is party from the stories Kris and I were sharing with him which isn't entirely accurate but still it was good to see him and see Matt and Evan again. Kris and I stood out like sore thumbs at Maloney's--if ever two people were specifically designed to NOT blend in at a college bar, it would be Kris and me. It was Studio 54 meets Cheers. So we got a little stir crazy and John got tired anyway so he drove us back and then Kris and I went to Motherlode for karaoke. Unfortunately, the song list did not included Tyrone BUT I sang a rocked out, sexed-up version of the Beatles "Come Together" that everyone went nuts for. Plus the HOTTEST straight guy (hand to God--young Marlon Brando) hit on me that night--only little trouble was, is that he was unbelievably drunk and even if I had given him my card, he would have had no clue who the hell "Eva Woodby Professional Makeup Artist" was the next day. But here is the highlight of the evening: Kris and I are chatting and having a lovely time when we notice a couple of men kissing--nothing odd about that in West Hollywood of course, except that one of the men has got to be pushing 40 and literally has the ugliest, most unkempt mane of blonde wavy hair that goes all the way down his back. I said to Kris," Somebody needs to go up to that man and say,'Honey, this is not 1972, you are not Robert Plant, and you need to cut that shit off and donate it to Locks of Love or something.' There, I said it." Kris actually had to run out to the outdoor patio to get some air, he was laughing so hard. I don't know where some of the shit that I say comes from half the time but what are you going to do? Outside, I also got to talk to a really cool stylist who I vibed with really well who definitely seemed seriously interested in working with me. LORD KNOWS I can use the money as paid makeup work has been slow as of late. I do have the $150 gig later this week but I really need more stuff. Hopefully he wasn't bullshitting me. Current Mood: hopeful Current Music: Come Together (Comment on this)

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