6 posts tagged “tweakend”

This has been one of the most physically and emotionally exhausting weeks of my life and I am so glad it's over, but I also never ever want to forget the way I'm feeling now-- thrilled, excited, anxious, full of passion for what I do. A year ago I don't think I could have been further from being where I wanted to be, and now I feel like I'm one huge step closer to my dreams.

I usually refuse to stop and acknowledge my accomplishments because if you stop too long, sometimes you wind up staying there... but right now there's nothing I can do but be kind of pumped to be Molly McAleer.

I'm going to take a moment tonight to eat Mexican food with a girlfriend, pop a Xanax, watch Juno finally (I know, I know, it's supposed to suck... but I gotta find out what this Diablo Cody chick people are comparing me to made. I feel totally out of the loop.) I'm going to start some of my new books, I'm totally going to drink Diet Cokes and smoke cigarettes in bed with my dog.

Tomorrow I'm hosting my practice team, shopping with Kendall and Hyde. Going out with Ed at night...

Other than two quick shoots on Monday, the rest of the weekend is mine to roll around in bed and sing Stevie Wonder songs to Wagandstuff.

I didn't touch the computer all weekend. Sorry for the lack of updates... I'm not sure who I'm apologizing to, but I'd like to think there's someone who noticed.

Everything was pretty standard this weekend: parties, improv, drinking, brunch, the flea market...

I'm desperately trying to find this Tupac remix that has the most amazing outro I have ever heard for a song ever. If I can find it, I'll cut it down and post just that section.

This post was boring and uneventful. Sweet. Thanks for reading.

Sooooo gay. Gayer than last night at O-Bar, which was surprisingly not very gay considering it's location and delicious mojito menu... which I had to skip out on because of my behavior on Friday night and Saturday morning.

Friday night I got really drunk. Freshman-year-of-college-woo-hoo-no-parents drunk. We were in West Hollywood hitting up our favorite spots-- Fiesta, The Abbey and Here. The Abbey had their attitude faces on and wouldn't let us in. Well, they would if we stood in line, but I don't like standing in line in Los Angeles because nothing here is that good. This is a fact. Write it on a 3x5 and tape it to your wall under a heading that says "Facts to Memorize". I didn't want to go to Here because it was Truckstop Friday-- a Coyote Ugly inspired lesbian night that I've attended several times. It's actually a lot of fun, but the half the chicks in attendance are um, I dunno, fleabitten? Like they were originally cast on Roseanne, and test audiences saw the show and said it was "too real" and then they brought in Laurie Metcalf? Who's still reading?

Since none of the usual places worked out we wound up going to a place called Manhunt, I think? At this point I was already properly wasted, dancing in the street and carrying on any conversation that came my way. I ordered another double cranberry vodka and headed out to the deck to finish the pack of cigarettes I had started earlier that night. The smoking deck in any LA bar is the place to be in my opinion. If you don't smoke, your job isn't stressful or cool enough. There's another fact for your wall. I met some COGs-- Cool Older Gays. That's all I want to find in the city-- fabulous men with disposable income who can worship me and be worshiped in return. I think it probably has a lot to do with my mom's friendships and the role that gay men have played in my upbringing, but that's a lot of thinking for this early in the morning.

The situation I woke up to on Saturday morning and came back to that afternoon deserves its own post, so I'll omit those details for now and cut to Saturday around 10 AM-- reporting on American Gladiator tryouts in Venice Beach. They are bringing back the old classic to NBC, and I have a feeling it's going to be more Dog Eat Dog than the original, but there were actually a reasonable amount of people there and everyone was really normal. They seemed to be serious about it, but still aware of how totally retarded the whole thing was.

I had a full weekend and it was fun, too. Right now I'm hanging out and digitizing video at my Coffee Bean. I am tempted to splurge on some sort of delicious pastry, but shouldn't because I'm trying to get my body back to where it was this time last year. I've gained some weight recently, and while most people say I could stand to gain a couple more pounds, I'm most comfortable when I look like a 12 year old boy. Don't get me wrong-- I am a secret fat ass. I eat fast food regularly, I drink like a fish, I want ice cream ALL THE TIME. Last night I destroyed two donuts. Raped them... but as a friend said recently "nothing tastes as good as thin feels."