Yeah, I know it's been nearly two months since I dropped a new entry, but things have been busy (read: uninspiring). I've been plugging away at various projects and the DRIVE gig and oddly content. Usually, I tend to talk about things that have been bothering me and for the most part, things have been great. Thus, uninspiring for a blog. See, this is my therapy and lately, I haven't had the need for any.
I could talk about other things, but I choose not to - some things aren't available for print; the job is going fantastic with lots of travel coming up around the corner; socially, I'm happy being single and hanging out with the dear friends I have; I've re-established my friendship with one of my favorite mentors - BW and we picked up right where we left off after we cleared the air on some things.
The really interesting stuff I can't talk about, the stuff I can talk about bores me to naptime and by the time I even think about processing my thoughts into copy, I'm bored with myself.
See? I told you guys. Say it with me, class: UNINSPIRED.
Oh, I guess I could talk about what happened with...nah, water under the bridge.
OH! OH ! OH! I will say this to a certain adversary and sing along if you know the words: Molly... you in danger, girl.
Karma's a bitch ain't she? Well, I got two words for ya - SUCK IT!
You deserve all the shit you get.
Love,
Arman
ADDENDUM:
Ok, so I just remembered (see: reminded rather rudely) I haven't done any name dropping in a while, so here we go:
-Dinner with Chad Jack, fun times except he was in a bit of a funk - happy to report he's out of it now and his JAN 08 Promo CD is the f'n jam - leave me a message if you want one of these cute ass 'for promotional use only' CDs.
-RB and I swiped cookies out of Deborah Cox' dressing room at WETbar, hey, she told me she wasn't going to eat them, so technically we didn't steal them - just swiped. And, silly bartender, of course you can't have any.
-The Don of the Velvet Mafia, Elton John said "hi" to me via my boss' BlackBerry - that was kinda neat and shocking to hear.
-Hung out with Jeanie Tracy for two days - took her to the drag store and for sushi, she's like my favorite aunt I never had that umm sang for the Weather Girls, Two Tons of Fun and backup for Sylvester, not to mention had every gay man twirling around singing "Cha Cha Heels."
There, fuckers, are ya' happy now?
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4 comments:
Glad to hear I'm not the only one leading a quiet and uneventful life (well, for the most part).
Should the "Molly" in your lyrics be read as Molly or was that a reference to someone else with a different name? Just curious...
It's actually an old school 80's reference from the movie Ghost with Patrick Swayze, Demi Moore and Whoopi Goldberg.
In the movie, Patrick (in ghost/spirit form) is pleading with Whoopi (a medium) to tell Demi (Patrick's widow) she's in danger:
"Tell her she's gotta get out of here, tell her she's in danger."
Whoopi's character responds with an attitude, "you can't just tell her like that, I'm gonna do it in my own way."
And as deadpan as possible with a pinch of ghetto mama attitude, Whoopi looks at Demi and says:
"Molly, you in danger, girl."
Oh... just kidding then...
I thought you were talking about Molly (a.k.a. Hometown Barbie) and if so I was about to drop some 'bows up in here.
Cute reference. I appreciate you.
Nah, I adore Molly. And, no need for violence - I'm perfectly capable of defending my point of view sans the potential for bruises and shit.
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