so again, sorry for the delay in the posting. Its been hellish.
So the top story on tonights broadcast; I turned 21 on July 6th. A bunch o' people came over to The Big House (the unofficial name for the house in which I live in NY) and we got, as Schmuel (if he were real) would say "fuhshnikit". Goldschlager + Capt. Morgan Tattoo + Parrot Bay + beer = Burgdorf can't feel his face. it was fun though.
I reinjured my back a couple weeks ago. I've been to the doc. twice now. He put me on Loritab and naproxen. Only problem is that I can't the the Loritab before work...for obvious reasons. They put me on "light duty" at work, which means instead of lifting 200lb. set pieces, I'm pushing 500lb. set pieces across stage. Thus, no healage of the back. 6 weeks to go. I'm enjoying it here, but I'm done with it too. Oh well, I just gotta hold on. This week has been easy though. Even though I've not had a day off since the 4th (its the 13th), I've only been working a few hours a day. But my week last week was hell and a half, so it all balances out.
If nothing else, being away has helped me realize who I really consider friends. There are people I miss desperately, and those I couldn't care less about. I'm slowly severing ties with those who I feel aren't friends. Those who make no attempt to contact me or see how things are going. It is said that abscence makes the heart grow fonder... well it also makes the heart grow fungus. I'm just sick of vying for the attention of those who don't care about me. Life is too short to worry about them. Call me selfish, call me an asshole, call me what you will. Can't nobody take my pride, can't nobody hold me down, oh no, i gotta keep on moving.....sorry...had a grandmaster flash/p. daddy or puff diddy or whatever moment (thank you for that David Yazbeck/Norbert Leo Butz).
thats it for now.
"Oh gimme a home
where the centerfolds roam
Guccioni's on the phone
He's got a party goin' on.
And Heff'll have me over
to play some naked twister
blotto in the grotto
with a playmate and her sister...
The Islands in the winter
the Hamptons in the summer
The fashion plate I date'll
Give me hummers in my Hummer
The cash to keep me idle
the chicks to keep me vital
the pills to make me happy
even when I'm suicidal
Give me great big stuff
like a mink track suit
great big stuff
my own personal zamboni
great big stuff
lots of unnecessary surgery
great big stuff
I can finally afford to see a broadway show
great big stuff
GOUT!
I just want someone to love me....
FOR MY MONEY!! YEAH!"
Great Big Stuff from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
