Driving to LA today I was informed of an impromptu photo shoot this Friday at the home of my bosses in PS. Isn’t that nice? I figured since Chi Chi, Tyler Riggs and I would be there it might be a good opportunity. As I hung the phone up I was taken back to Sunday evening after my scene with Benjamin Bradley. I was feeling a little rebellious. It was probably because I had to shave clean faced and wear a tie.

I have a tendency after a shoot or scene to stop shaving and wear the same shirt for three days until it crawls off of me. It’s just my reaction to adhering to the rules of the job. Anyhow, I decided that a small alteration to my hair would be satisfying. I had the make up artist shave zig zags in the back of my head. Before the clippers were plugged in he asked “You’re done right? They don’t need you for anything anymore right?” “NAH! I’m done, go ahead, do it.” So we did and they look HOT! I hope that they shoot me from the front on Friday.

A long time ago someone said to me some choice words that I try to abide by in life and don’t always succeed. Procrastination is like Masturbation: Either Way You End Up Fucking Yourself. HOT! Now I tell you this because I am about to race my ass to Coffee Bean and write my article for InNewsWeekly due Sat. I got the assignment in Feb. I have thought about it every day since, but have done nothing further than a couple rough outlines at the gym. Had I listened to that amusing bit of wisdom my drive would have been spent listening to some Rob Zombie. Instead it was spent “practicing” my article. I am now a bit nervous. I am getting better at knowing what I have to do, it’s making the time for it that’s the issue. I remember saying to myself so many times lately, “Oh, that isn’t until then and that won’t be due till then”….well now is then and 1000 words are due by Sat. Seeing that this is the only night I have to myself those creative juices better be flowing by the time I get off the 101.

Has time ever gone by so quickly that you forgot you were part of the universe? After my return from the vacation of lust and cold in SF it was back to real life. Me saying real life is more or less like a game of Candyland. I have the White Party this weekend with two of my friends coming in from Boston. I have a 1 br place and it will be very tight quarters. Mike had a bf at the time these plans were formulated and I learned tonight that they are kaput.

Unfortunately, so was Mike’s spot in the condo. One of the reasons Mike and I got on so well when we dated was because he was a gypsy much like myself. He traveled lightly and required little more than his van to get by. That’s good because that is where he will spending most of the weekend. That is unless he gets lucky. Looking at this picture my Mom took of us the day we were videotaped (Archive March) Mike will probably end up at the Parker*.

After the White Party it’s off to SF for some R&R before the trek cross country to begin my new chapter in Boston. Feeling my time here in CA come to an end is bittersweet. Moving is stressfull as hell - it has always been for me. I have moved and lived all over the coasts and whether I was packing my back or doing the U Haul truck, it’s always the same gut feeling of tension. I’ve only been home two days and tomorrow I’m returning to LA in the AM to hang with Boy Wonder, crash at his pad and pick up the Boston boys up from LAX at first light. I can hardly wait.

* The Parker is the nicest resort and spa in Palm Springs. Condé Nast Traveller named it the fifth best spa in the world. OK?!