My Film Debut

My first two weeks in the apartment have been really rather amazing. The transition has gone much smoother than I ever could have predicted and I have yet to feel lonesome living alone, though I expect that feeling to come this summer in Addie's absense. Anyhow, my room is growing cozier by the day and I sleep really well in my bigger bed. Not to mention having an overnight guest is not a delight because Im not stacked on top of my guest in attempts to sleep. I can also walk around naked which I did even when I lived with Addie but mostly in the middle of the night when the odds of running into her in the kitchen were minimal. Etc. Etc. went really well, too. Dozens of people showed up, I drank an inordinate amount of wine, made some friends, yelled at strangers, met my Super, got taught how to moonwalk (thank you, Rosemary!) poorly, and ended up on the phone with my Ripped-My-Heart-Out High School Boyfriend. Apparently Im still the best hes ever had so my ego exploded and I passed out by 1am, pretty much. The mess was minimal but someone did tag my windowsill with some ugly shit. I feel like thats just embarassing to have a bad tag that everyone laughs at cos I mean...the point is to look artsy and cool, right? Not like you cant make graphics for shit. Whatever, its still there and its kind of amusing now but Im pretty sure its a blue VW Bug with a peace sign...way to make a lame stencil, ass!

I need to calm down with the weed because the munchies are getting the best of me and its damn near summer and this body needs to get looking a little better. Im in search of a gym to frequent but its got to be really nearby and then Ill start looking good cos once I get into it, Ill work out every day. I just need to start a routine. Anyhow, Ive had two really adorable Girls Nights in a row. Last night with Sarina and Catherine with a few random visitors but mostly us and some pizza and a carton of ice cream in front of the TV, and tonight Addie and I went back to our crepe spot and showed off how chronically single we are for a second Friday in a row. Fuck, at least Im not eating alone and the girl at my table is hot as shit. What isnt cool, however, is the fact that we ate next to two of the most "college" girls ever and had to hear them squeal about this and that the whole time and that on the other side of them was a table of people who were all created as a joke. There was a dude who looked like Ryan Gosling (and the heavens parted and little angels flew around his head the entire time) seated with two very very large girls, and a guy who looked like Tim and Eric rolled into one, but homosexual with a tiny thin facial hair pattern. It was mostly mind-blowing, but whats even better is the fact that I got interviewed for some british Sex Documentary in which I accidentally said the most anti-lesbian thing ever when asked what makes the best dildo and I answered: a dick! I had to force Addie to stand next to me and giggle but I gave some good answers about sex and the camera crew enjoyed my sense of humor which was cute, especially the boy holding the giant light. I ran off without getting too much information and I now regret this but hopefully Ill stumble upon my film debut at some point in life.

Speaking of film, I received another series of D00D N00DS this week, all from one very sexy fellow who never ceases to out raunch me. It doesnt matter what filthy perverted things I think to say to him, he will always one up me with a picture or two or even a video of what I drive him to do to himself. Over anything else, its amazing and I hope this exchange continues until I can make some kind of slide show to admire.

Oh, and if you ever see The Best Sex Ever on TV, watch it...its really kind of amazingly softcore.