Thursday, August 10, 2006
This is me not using the words SLUT and WHORE
And when you're out there without care
Yeah I was out of touch
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough
I just knew too much
Does that make me Crazy
Possibly
And I hope that you are having the time of your life
But think twice, that's my only advice
Come on now
who do you, who do you, who do you, who do you
think you are, ha ha ha bless your soul
you really think you're in control
well
I think you're Crazy...
-Gnarls Barkley - Crazy
Jon called me yesterday to inform me that he'd seen Hayley making out with the aforementioned irreverent shrunken dragon on the dance floor at Pride. Apparently she was actually ripping the girl's clothes off right there in the club, and everyone who saw (which is really EVERYONE, including lots of people who think we're still together) found it kind of distasteful. I mean, sure, it's Pride, but most people have the decency to take down phone numbers, or at the very least find a semi-private little corner somewhere.
I suppose if I was entertaining any thoughts that she actually might miss me or feel sad about me leaving, they've pretty much been squashed underfoot now along with most of my respect for her.
She can do whatever she wants, of course, I just wish she'd have a teensy little bit of class in doing it.
I met my record producer last night, let's call him Max. He turned out to be a fascinating guy, and he didn't try to get in my pants, which at the moment earns him extra points in my book. He's old enough to be my father and he looks like a shaggy version of Larry David, so that wouldn't go over anyway. Not in this lifetime. He is incredibly smart and knows a lot about the music business, which is really interesting.
I had a nice visit with Kylie yesterday. I seem to still be attracted to her, but maybe that's just because she's hot and I haven't gotten any in ages.
I'm going to try and squish, compact, and generally conceal my substantial rage before seeing Hayley at Peaches tonight. This is probably all unwarranted, but I am angry and upset nonetheless.
Fuck.
-N
p.s. oh look my counter hit 14,000 this morning. Yippee.
