Last Night

Moving On Up

I made a pact w/the devil a few months ago and promised that I wouldn't write any more snarky blog entries about my old boss or my old crew. I have held up my end of the bargain, even when certain ghetto assholes insist on glaring at across crowded bars or yelling at me from across the street as I'm running.

I don't know why, but certain people seem to have some vested interest in maintaining the drama. Listen, I love drama, okay? Actually, I pretty much live for it, but truth be told, this conflict with select bar staff has become stale and boring.

I see Dana on the street all of the time, and you know what? Sorry, guys, but running into her doesn't bother me, and it shouldn't bother her.

I mention this because recently I've begun running into people like Richard out in the world that insist on trying to stir up the shit pot, or this "JC," whoever the fuck that is. Well, I'm writing this entry to say that I'm done. Completely.

This is the last entry I'm going to waste on this conflict, because it's stupid and tired, and my life is no longer about some bar drama bullshit. It's been 9 moths, and one would hope, for their sake, that these select few people would have discovered something better to discuss amongst themselves.

My recommendation is that people either get the fuck over it or just move on. Leave me alone so that I may continue having moved on with my life.

Good luck to all of you bar staff, and please know that I don't wish anything bad on any of you. The truth is, as a matter of fact, is that I still really respect most of you...whether you like me or not, I really don't care anymore.

jv

A few of my Favs so far

Before I list a few of my favorites, I just want to say that Smith College graduates and University of Hasting attendees are seriously representing! We've received, like, 12 responses from people who are either Smith graduates or somehow mentioned Smith in their response. Same with Hastings. Odd, huh? These listing do not necessarily reflect people who are getting callbacks, but their my favs nonetheless...


----name's bruce. i'm a 23 year old ucsc grad. i am a substitute teacher
and in september i start a year long program at the san francisco
circus center. i'm not a clown, it's just something i do (no birthdays
or makeup or anything like that. actually it's more like charlie
chaplin inspired physical comedy on stage with an audience. i have a
troupe named pi and we're all going to the conservatory together). i'm
fairly active and appriciate many things: surfing, running,
camping, reading, music (playing/listening), most ball-sports,
dancing, super nintendo, going out, staying in, whatever. i pretty easy going.
i pay rent on time, and can keep tidy common spaces.


----Hi there. My name is Catherine. I am 37 and have lived in San Francisco for 12 years. I work full time in a high end finish shop in the mission. I am also a
woodworker with a shop where I build custom furniture and do antique restoration. I do not drink anymore 4 ½ years now but have no problem with others drinking around
me. I am 420 friendly. I am not a vegetarian or a member of any religious sect. I ride my bike, read and go to shows sometimes. I am responsible, friendly and clean.

I am looking for a home where I can relax and share a laugh every so often. I want to be involved with the household and live my independent life. If you would like to meet please contact me either by email or phone. Thanks for your time and be well.

----I am a 32yo queer male yogi who moved to the bay area from Tucson, AZ¨on June 2nd.I have a fairly advanced Anusara yoga
practice, am Anusara-Inspired, and¨teach it. I have been meditating
for 10 years, seriously the past 3. I have¨been on numerous 3 day
vipassana meditation retreats, and one 10 day.I'm starting a
Master's program in Somatic Psychology this fall at the¨California
Institute of Integral Studies. I have a Master's degree in¨Culture
Studies, and a Bachelor's degree in Biology.¨I have two 9yo cats that
everyone who has ever met thought they were¨the sweetest, most and
well-behaved felines.¨I'm a lot of fun, sweet, kind, very open and
honest, communicative,¨responsible, clean, engaged and engaging. I
love deeply connecting with¨others, exploring consciousness, cooking,
dancing, backpacking, music,¨reading, aesthetics and soulful
sensuality.I currently feel the need to live with others in their
30s who are driven
and drawn to their desires in a mindful and
connected way.¨As I have not finished my yoga website, if you're
interested, you can find me on myspace at:www.myspace.com/

What are the room dimensions, what type of flooring (important for my
practice) and is there a living room?
Most truly, Chad

----Jason,

Hey! I am responding to your ad on craigslist for a roomy. My name is Christina. I'm 25. Black and mexican. I am from San Francisco but I've been in Ohio for the last few months. Lookin to move back to SF the first of September. I'm easy to get along with (but doesnt everybody say that??). I'm currently going back to FIDM in October. I'm a fashion design major. Love the Castro area. Love my gays. I know I know, I am a fashion design major but I am far from being high maintenance. Easy going. If you have any questions for me, please let me know. Thanks for your time.

----My name is Aja... I am 26 yrs old, female, lesbian, Algebra teacher, drummer, arm-chair philosopher, music lover..!! I am very responsible, clean (10 out of 10 on the tidy scale!), smart, funny, and kind. I got my Bachelor's from SF State in Philosophy, and now i'm getting my teaching credential there this year. I will keep normal hours (7am-6pm ish) during the week, and am definitely not a night owl. I love my friends but dont party in the house, and amongst other things, i enjoy laughing, talking, exploring, watching movies, cooking, reading, a nice glass of wine/ a good cocktail, and being physically active (hiking puts me in my happy place!) I am currently surfing my best friend's couch since i moved here to accept a job offer from Lincoln High school (in the sunset) to teach Algebra!! I rather think of my home as my sanctuary, not some crash pad, and hope you feel the same :)

I'd love to meet you and the house ASAP, as i am ready to move as early as next weekend. Pls call me ANYTIME or email me here to let me know when is convenient for you to show me the house :)

PS i'm also very cool, i swear! Talk soon.

----Hi, My name is Dori and I'm a 26 year-old, from Israel. I work full time at a Student Center called "Hillel" (who will be paying my rent like a swiss clock),
and I'm also starting the process of applying to grad school...

I don't smoke, don't do drugs and like all Craigslist users, I too am nice, respectful, mature and clean. However, unlike all of the above, I also have a thick accent that will make any conversation with me really really cool.

I like books (but really, I actually read), movies, music, going out on the weekends and can never say no to a good meal. I would be more than happy to come and meet you,
as well as to see the place (of course) whenever you're available.

Please feel free to call/ email me with any questions you might have and I'll be happy to answer and provide you with all the information you'd want.

Good luck, and I hope to hear from you soon!

Postcard from Isaac

Hello, Sir.

I miss you. Thinking about you a lot
+ looking forward to coming home & seeing you.
The trip is going well, getting to
see a lot of great sights. Moving around
quite a lot. In Crete now then to
Santorini & then Myconos. I hope summer
is treating you well.

Love,
Isaac

We're in Serious Trouble

The ad has now received over 135 responses.

The sheer number isn't so much freaking me out as the fact that I'm almost liking all of the responses so far, which is bad. I've done this tons of times and I'm either going soft, everyone's writing skills are collectively improving, or there's just a lot of freaking cool peeps in San Francisco.

jv

-Jason Mecier.

And They're Off...(UPDATED)

I just published the ad on Craigslist.

UPDATE: It's been about 9 hours since I published the ad and we already have 32 responses. You guys, I 'm not trying to diss Eric when I say this, but this is exactly why I hate doing this w/less than a month's notice, especially in the month of August when I have my birthday, Sean is visiting, I'm preparing for my Mom and David's visit, and I have New York looming just beyond the horizon.

And, just for added fun, Maria is in Vancouver this weekend and Eddy is holed up somewhere in Ohio until next Friday. What this boils down to, of course, is that the initial screening is left up to me. My next day off is Monday, I think.

Fantastic.


jv

Someone I Love: The Scissor Sisters.

Jason Vs. Ruby Rippey-Tourk

I know, I know...two star-fucking entries, one right after the other, but I can't help it that I meet these people. Seriously. So guess who I chatted with for a few minutes at work yesterday? Yes, Ruby Rippey-Tourk came back in and she was as delightful as ever.

I don't have a bad word to say about that woman, she's always friendly and always takes a couple of extra seconds to ask me how I'm doing. I actually didn't assist her this time around but when she recognized me from our last encounter, she smiled and asked if I would ring her up.

Ruby's been making the papers again as its been reported that she plans on writing a tell all book on her affair with San Francisco Mayor Gavin Newsom, her struggle and eventual sobering battle against cocaine and alcohol addiction, and what's she's learned since being the leading lady in the most notorious bay area sex scandals in years, one that transformed her into a political celebrity who made international headlines.

Honestly? I wanted to ask her how the writing of her book is going, but I decided to just smile and ring up her items. The woman is quick, and she's got great taste in fashion. I don't know, I just wish her all the luck in the world. I think she got a bum deal while Gavin got off scott-free, so I say, "Tell-All, Ruby."

For more on Ruby, go Here or Here.

jv

Jason Vs. Scissor Sisters

Ana Matronic of Scissor Sisters fame returned to her home town of San Francisco to host a Siouxsie Sioux Tribute Night @ Trannyshack and I was lucky enough to chat her up for about 10-15min. When I told her that it was my birthday yesterday she actually curtsied to me and kissed my hand, wishing me a very Happy Birthday. Here's a few pics we took together.

Jason Vs. Ana Matronic of Scissor sisters. Not only was she hilarious, she was really, really nice. I've met so many celebrities that have been total assholes, and she reminded me that fame doesn't have to make you a bitch.

Now to Craigslist

With the birthday celebrations over, all on eyes turn to Craigslist...

With Eric announcing his departure from the apartment last week, it seems as though we have an opening in the apartment and I'll be dedicating these next few weeks before my trip to New York to narrowing down the field of candidates to a select few that we'll closely exam for:

The towel test: (question: Can I stand seeing this person walk out of the shower with only a towel covering their body? If the answer is no, that person aint moving in.)
The Cool Quotient.
Believability.
Perceived ability to get along with all of us.
Friendliness.
Stable work situation.
Humor.
Presentation.
Wit.
Age.
Party animal status.

I'm posting the ad tonight, so wish us luck.

jv

Out and About

-Making the indie social pages.

Happy Birthday to Me.

Alright, so you can finally stop hearing about it...the day has arrived and I have absolutely no plans. I was careful not to make plans. I think it will be nice to just walk around the city today and see where my day takes me. It will be an adventure. Maybe I'll call Stephen right now and wake his ass up.

jv

This song means a lot of things to a lot of different people. For me, at least, the song acts as a reminder to always dig my heels into the ground and find the courage within myself to live long and prosper even when the doubters begin to talk their shit. It means not being afraid to voice the unpopular opinion, even when it may cost some acquaintances, even those I got used to having around. It means closing my eyes and jumping. It means using my voice and sticking to my guns.

It means learning, and having a great time doing it.

jv

Today

Party Like a Rockstar

Our birthday isn't until Monday but Stephen and I planned on partying like a couple of drunken brutes all weekend. Last night I had plans to either go to Frisco Disco at The Transfer, Playboy at The Stud, join up with my new party princess Heather and tag along with her die hard bitches, or head over to Marina's pad and smoke some giggly good stuff and dine on some white trashy munchies.

Stephen planned on hitting up Midnight Mass with Peaches Christ, or planned on meeting up with me later in the evening so we could carry this party on throughout the weekend.

Witness this text message exchange at 12:05am

Jason wrote:

I'm such a
rockstar...reading
in bed right now.

Stephen replied:

Haha. I'm in bed also
got 2 tired 4
midnight mass
Facials...

Watch the fuck out, San Francisco.

jv

Someone I Love: La Belle

Birthday Weekend

Missed out on the scandal last night? No worries, you've got all weekend to celebrate with me. I've got the next two days off, so be sure that I'm going to take advantage of every free drink that I can get get my grubby little hands on. Thank you to everyone that showed up at 222 Hyde last night for the first leg of my birthday weekend. Oddly enough, it was all the straight boys that were buying my drinks all night.

I could get used to this.

jv

Photo Album Preview

2 1/2 Hours to Go

It's a little over 2.5 hours to go until my birthday party, and this is the part where I get nervous that no one is going to show up. Yeah, I do this every year; it's almost a sort of tradition. I think I'll go out and buy myself a bottle of champagne to ease my nerves...yes, yes, champagne will make it all better.

jv

UPDATE: Just got back from the grocery store and got my bubbly. After the clerk checked my id and wished me a happy birthday, the dude behind me asked, "So how old are you, 19?" When I answered that I was turning 28, he said, "Well your holding up pretty well."

Joy.

My Mother the Celebrity

I've hesitated writing on this particular topic, if only to not bloat her head, but the truth has become unavoidable: I have made my Mother a San Francisco celebrity.

I cannot count how many times a drag queen, some drunk fuck, or one of my friends has stopped me mid-sentence and loudly proclaimed,"...and that Mother of yours, I just love her! Isn't she coming to visit you soon? I want to meet her, she sounds amazing!!!"

And I just sit there, leaning against the bar and sipping my drink, thinking, "What monster have I created?" It baffled my mind at first, but I guess I do mention her enough, and she certainly is the #1 commenter on all of my entries, after all.

I sensed her status had grown beyond my control when my friends and she began interacting in the comments sections of all of my entries.

Now with her certain arrival here in September, I guess I really will have to take out to the clubs...if only so that she can meet her adoring public.

Weird.

jv

My Right Now

My Right Now

Mug of microwave hot cocoa? Check. Extra thick socks? U-huh. Music to fall asleep to? “Takk,” by Sigur Ros.

Self important musing for the evening: Our universe is what we invest in our own lives, and in the lives of those we love. When I was 21, I would have told you that that was a load of New Age bullshit better suited for bumper sticker propaganda than actual reality, but with a few years added to my age I’ve come to better recognize and combat my own arrogance.

Thank Jesus and Mary Chain for that.

jv

Someone I Love: Belle and Sebastian

Link Game

1. Maybe it's the cop's son in me, but I totally promote kicking people in the head when they're down. This brilliant collection of unfortunately ironic mugshots of people wearing those awful joke T-shirts is priceless. Get ready to spit your lunch out.

2. The lower class had better start whipping their kids now before a lifelong addiction to things worse than crack develop.

3. Awwwwww, San Francisco is so ripe for political satire. Nancy Pelosi, you are my hero!!!

4. Strip searching children for $140??? Sounds like s few of these kids are headed for the Spearmint Rhino when they get older. Lap dances? $50 during happy hour.

5. I'm a bore, it's true. I know, only I'm interested in paper vs. electronic voting booths. So much for technology.

-Amanda Lepore

My Birthday

True, I haven't thrown myself into the party planning for my birthday like I have in past years. There's really no mystery too it, I guess. My heart just wasn't as into it after recent weeks, so when Stephen suggested that we throw a co-birthday party, it was almost like a Pegasus had spiraled down from the Heavens to my great rescue.


What happened, much to my shock and awe, was hearing that people actually were beginning to grow excited upon hearing of the celebration. Suddenly friends are calling to tell me that they can't wait to make it, asking my advice on fashion, and once I talked to a few more people and heard the joy in their voices, I began to grow a little excited myself.

Now I'm almost completely looking forward to my birthday party, which is a complete turn of events. A welcomed turn of events.

I'll see everyone at 222 Hyde this Friday night.

jv

Someone I Love: Rilo Kiley

Email From Mom

Jason

Make sure you are taking your Welburtrin everyday, don't miss a pill, eat a banana a day and some ice cream. Nothing makes the pain go away with losing a love one-it just fades with time. But, you need to take care of yourself for me and your Dad. We need for you to take good care of yourself.

Mom

-Banksy

Cold Hard Bitch

Has anyone besides myself been watching the presidential debates? I'm sorry, I don't care what anyone thinks of Hillary Clinton but time and time again that woman is seriously schooling all of her rivals int he debates. Besides being a total policy wonk, she has detailed plans for tackling Iraq, universal health care, Immigration Reform, etc.

Hillary Clinton may not be a fuzzy teddy bear, but I don't think that's what we want or need in a leader right now.

Sorry, Obama girl.

Yup, I'm a Hillary man.

jv

New M.I.A.

My Birthday Party

I have been planning this for weeks, so here it goes...

Double The Trouble

Who: Doctor J and Mr. Unicorn's Birthday Celebration
Where: 222 Hyde
When: Don't show before 10

Stephen and I really have the same birthday, can you believe it???

Expect some serious debauchery, as I need to release some serious steam. Presents beyond your beautiful face and a free drink for the birthday boys are not required, but may get you layed.

See you there,

Jason and Stephen

PS. My actual birthday is the 13th, which is a Tuesday, so expect me at Trannyshack that night.

What Do People Do?

I find myself struggling through the hours of these last few days, so far unable to properly cope with Matt's death. These last couple of days have been spent queuing up every memory of Matt so that I might dust each of them off, if only to carefully record and preserve each of them properly, archiving every entry in hope that none shall be lost to me forever, having faded from gray to black.

I went through the shoeboxes of old photographs underneath my bed (so cliché, right?) and panicked when I realized that I was nearing the bottom of the last box without finding a single picture.

But there he was, in two pictures.

In one he’s standing next to his physically abusive boyfriend of the time, which makes me angry to even look at, but it’s a photo that captures Matt before the drug abuse overtook him, when he was actually just what he looked like: a smiling, good natured kid that had just moved to the city. For this reason I have decided to cherish it.

I don’t know, I’ve never lost anyone before, so I don’t have any experience of grief to learn or draw from. Is this how it’s supposed to feel? I do know, however, that I probably need some help, so I’m just trying to hold down the fort until my family arrives in a few weeks.

When I need help, I usually don't ask for it. When I'm feeling low and depressed, I tend to go into hiding. These are utterly fantastic, completely counter-productive habits that I inherited from my family, many of which I am aware of but have ultimately failed to change.

On my way to help Stephen move the other day, I had to walk passed Saint Mary’s, which kinda sucked, but I guess it had to happen one day. When I realized where I was, this really unfamiliar feeling of dread and unease shadowed my mind and I had to turn to poor Stephen and just let it out. “Don’t worry,” he said, “you wont have to walk passed there again,” he seemed to say in a tone of genuine concern.

After having a pleasant, often funny afternoon moving him via the public bus system, I decided to walk down Fillmore and head home on foot. I really enjoy my long walks. Walking, for me, is meditative exercise that I enjoy; a good trait that I inherited from my Mother as a child.

So I’m walking, smiling to myself and watching the carnival freaks that make up San Francisco's' general population and then it happened, and this is totally true…no gay exaggeration. I got about ¾ of the way down this particular block and I began to feel so dizzy that I felt like I needed to stop. I guess it almost felt like I needed to catch my breath but I wasn’t fatigued or tired, and so I looked up at the building directly to my right hand side and realized where I was.


So I’m standing there, having this completely physical reaction to something, and realize that I’m standing directly in front of the apartment building I had helped Matt move out of 3 years ago. The reason why it’s such a scary, unpleasant memory is still a painful story for me to recount, but I’m going to release it out and into the world because perhaps somewhere down the road it will help you go out there and better help someone else.

I was still dating Son at the time, and I think he may have actually been on my computer in my bedroom at the time when I went down to answer the doorbell. As I rounded the last curve of stairs to the gate, I saw Matt standing there, fidgeting, looking gaunt and nervous.

He had been squatting in some place on Fillmore St. for four months with Enrique, his hustler boyfriend. The owner of the building had shut off the power, the water, and changed the locks to the laundry room all in an effort to force them to leave. I guess, from what he told me at the time, the police had been already been called a few times and I guess this was really it-they were to either leave immediately or they would just board the place up, change the locks, and they would forever lose whatever contents were inside.

“Jason, please, I don’t have a license and I really need to rent a U-Haul truck so I can move me and Enrique’s stuff so that bitch doesn’t get any of my stuff,” he said. “I’m sorry, I know you’re mad at me for asking you this, but no one else will help me.” He looked so frightened, I just couldn't say no.

I asked Son to cover my shift at The Bar, but before I walked him down to Valencia to rent the truck, I stopped at the Taco Bell and bought him two tacos. “You want my help? I want you to eat both of these right now,” I said. “I’m not hungry,” he answered. And then I just looked at him, and the years of knowing each other came into play because he realized that was not going to help him unless he fucking ate those tacos.

He probably didn’t realize it at the time but he was so cracked out on whatever he used to work up the courage to come ask me for help, that he just looked horrific. If I’m going to help this kid, I told myself, I’m going to try and make sure he got something to fuel him other than drugs…even if it’s only two fucking tacos from Taco Bell.

I stopped the truck at a red light while Matt sat next to me eating the tacos that I had bought him, and it just exploded out of me. I don’t have to try and remember what I said to him, it’s still so clear to me as if it was yesterday, if only because I was so angry that I could feel myself beginning to shake:

“Matt, I love you, but I want you to tell me when this is going to end. This is crazy, you’ve been fucking squatting in some place for months that doesn’t have heat or water or electricity…what is wrong with you? How have you worked this into your head that this is okay? This is scary, it’s wrong…how far are you going to take this. I love you and I don’t ever want you to be afraid to come to me and ask for my help, but I am so mad at you right now! What are you doing to yourself? You are so much better than this, you are so much smarter than this…and, and just look at these friends that you have. Matt, these people are taking you down, and you’re letting it happen. I don’t care if you say that they’re nice, they are fucked up assholes for allowing this to happen to you. They do not care about you, sweetheart. People that love each other do not do this to each other, okay?”

“I’m sorry, Jason.”


“No, Matt, no…I don’t want you to be sorry. I want you to tell me that something is going to change. This needs to be your fucking wake up call that something needs to change, alright? I am going to help you because I love you very much, and because I will always be here for you. I will never give up on you, okay? But, Matt, you just gotta get it together…”

All of this from just walking down the street. I hate it. I just wish that I had a place to go and say goodbye, not just encountering the many markers around the city that only remind me of the bad times.

jv

Someone I Love: Faithless

Isaac Checks in from Athens

I rolled over and became aware of my own muffled groans and I picked up my cell phone and realized that someone was phoning at the ungodly hour of 8am this morning. Glancing at the caller id, I figured the unavailable number was some telemarketing asshole trying to sell me life insurance or something, so I didn't bother answering. This morning, after I had completely woken up, I checked my voicemail only to realize that it was Isaac's voice checking in from Athens. Whoops.

Here are a few gorgeous shots of his trip so far:

Woken Up

Impromptu party alert!

This is the trouble with my bedroom being directly off of the kitchen, I get woken up whenever my roommates come home after the bars have closed and they've decided to host an after-party at our pad. I was a good boy tonight. I passed out at 11:15pm, fully clothed, thumbing through the latest issue of Newsweek and now I'm wide awake swigging Corona with Eddy, Maria, and some random chick that I don't know.

I love random summer parties, and I love Maria and Eddy.

jv

Links Game

1. This story from USA Today profiling suicide jumpers that use the Golden Gate Bridge as a means to an end resonates with me personally as it's a local controversy as to whether the city should build a a suicide barrier. Having known someone myself that has jumped, I vote yes for the barrier.

2. It seems thoughts of death continue to ripple through my subconscious, as here is another story of morbid curiosity. I'll never ask for another raise again.

3. The only occasions that I've been fortunate enough to visit Inverness have been with Isaac at the family home they own. Gorgeous place, somewhere I highly recommend visiting for locals and tourists alike. I already miss you, Isaac.

4. It truly disgusts me as to how far the religious will go to maintain their stronghold on American society. God does not speak through these people, that is if He even exists.

5. The Top (and Bottom) 10 Reasons People Say They Have Sex.

Someone I Love: Justice

Moving Day

I've always said that one knows one's true friends when one puts out the call and asks people to help us move our shit. Only real friends volunteer for that shit, cause moving sucks some serious asshole.

Knowing that I had today off, I offered to help Stephen move his shit from the Outer Richmond to Lower Fillmore via the use of San Francisco public transportation. I've never helped move anyone, or moved anything, using the bus system so I was a bit curious as to how it would all pan out.



Result? It wasn't nearly as hellish as I had anticipated and I actually rather enjoyed myself. Stephen is a talker, like me, so there's never a lull in mischievous conversation. That boy gives good talk.

His new place is bomb, and he's managed to corral himself some fly new roommates. The roof rivals my own in terms of 360 degree views and I wasn't surprised at all to hear that he already has mass concert plans for the huge backyard just around the corner from his 3rd floor bedroom.

In any event, at least I can now I can milk that bitch for free drinks all night long.

jv

Walk This Way

My old college roommate, Sean Prouty, arrives in San Francisco from New York in a few weeks and I really am genuinely pumped for his arrival.

I met Sean the first day I moved to San Francisco about eight years ago. He was the hot skater boy with a six pack from San Diego, and I can remember moving my shit into our dorm room and thinking, "Holy shit, this dude has no idea that I'm gay."

Sean, in case you're wondering, is a raging heterosexual.

I placed a framed picture of me kissing my ex-boyfriend Jonathon on my desk and left the room-that's how I told him. To his great credit, when I returned, he sat me down and explained that he'd never met a gay person before and wasn't sure if he could dorm with one. "You're in San Francisco now," I said, "your ass had better get used to it." He laughed, and that was our beginning.

Our time together was rocky, but Sean totally became an older brother figure to me. I haven't seen him face to face in over four years, so I have to wonder if he's gotten fat and bloated on that sweet Manhattan salary of his. I think he might even arrive in time for my birthday, so hopefully I can pump some free drinks out of that boy.

True, Marina still shudders when she hears his name, as they never got along, but I couldn't be more excited. She always thought that he was an arrogant douche bag, but that's exactly why I love him.

Part of the charm, I say.


jv

The Lollipop Guild

I freely acknowledge that I'm no Andre The Giant, alright? I'm a small guy, and that's just the way it is. Recently, however, various friends seem to be following the current trend of going out of their way to remind me, y'know, just in case that I forgot, that they're all amazons and I'm a pygmy.

At Work:

Claudia: Hey, what did you buy?
Me: Some new denim. I needed some everyday jeans.
Claudia: What kind are they?
Me: Citizens of Humanity.
Amanda: Boy jeans? Wow. I'm surprised that you can even fit into those.
Me: What? Amanda, I'm not a midget...
Claudia: But you're just so petite, I thought boy jeans might look too big on you.
Me: No, they don't. They look fine.
Amanda: But we love it when boys wear girl jeans!

At Dinner:

Me:...so my dad still asks me if I'm ready to get a real job and become a police officer.
Jason Landis: Don't they have height requirements for that?
Me: Jason, I am 5'7, I am not a fucking little person.
Jason Landis: You are pretty small.
Me: I am just fine!
Jason Landis: Don't get mad...
Me: I'm not mad, I just think you all would be happier if began fucking some Carny, ran away with the circus and began my own act. I could join the Lollipop guild and write my own show tunes.
Jason Landis: That would be hot, I'd totally go see your show.
Me: Fuck you. Seriously, dude, I am about throw my pork chop at you...

20 Min Ago

Thank You

Thank you to Mitchell and Eddy for getting me out of the apartment and showing me a great time tonight. Being back out there, dancing, flirting w/cute boys...totally my element.

Seriously, I have the best friends.

Thank You,

jv

Spotted Out and About

Maria and I making the indie social pages @ the Chromeo concert.

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Link Game

1. Like books that collect real life suicide notes or the endless Nightline stories on grizzly murders committed in small farming communities, there appears to be a new kind of macabre fascination: now there is a web site that archives the pages of deceased MySpace members. I haven't ventured there yet but apparently the sites popularity grows with each passing week. Wicked.

2. Forget all of these indie boys that I've been flirting with, I'm a Royce man now!!!

3. Why does every single community in San Francisco have to be so self-possessed? Because it's fun, that's why. Even movies in the park have become an underground sensation.

4. Buy your meaningless T-shirts here. Tell 'em Doctor J sent you...

5. I love a good literary bitch fight. Nerd Vs. Nerd. Fuck, yeah!!!

Someone I Love: Skunk Anansie

Here's The Thing...

The soap opera that is my life will return after a brief commercial break. For now, I've decided, I'm just gonna lay low for awhile and regroup a bit after recent events.

With Isaac off for a few months and Marina temporarily out of town, that leaves my roommates as the people that are forced to put with me most, though Maria seems to be the only one I really hang out with as of late. I'm not stating anything that isn't already incredibly out in the open, but Eric really seems to be off doing god knows what while Eddy seems to be permanently glued to the phone, struck by Cupid's arrow and such.

Thank god for Stephen, Jason, and Frank-Paul for making efforts to get me out of the house and for reminding me that there's still much trouble to be had.

I'll be back to my sarcastic, wise cracking self soon. For now? I think I'll just go to bed with my new books and rest up for the big comeback.

Jason

- Several Circles (Einige Kreise) by Vasily Kadinsky.

Memorial Website

Someone produced a beautiful memorial website dedicated to Matt. If you'd like to view it, please go here. I actually couldn't even get passed a few clicks, as it's just way too early for me to view all of the wonderful pictures of Matt without getting incredibly emotional.

Seeing the listing for the Memorial service really got to me, as no one thought to contact me directly after his death. As it turns out, Matt was cremated and half of his remains were flown back with his family to Baltimore. The other half, fittingly, remain here in San Francisco with his ex-boyfriend.

Rest in peace, Matt.

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Wisdon of the Fortune Cookie

"A short stranger will soon enter
your life with blessings to share."

My response? Sign me up. Two helpings of the short stranger, please.

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