Sorry for stealing your pic billy

this was just too hilarius not to pass on

Ricfest

ricfest was awesome my brother danced with each of the five straight girls there including the two who were married. People were even gossiping about him the next day. Holiday Hell is going very well I'm starting to feel like I can act again. I was really worried for awhile the show is so campy and over the top I was afraid it would be too ridiculous which I normally don't mind but this is my first real show in Milwaukee and I just didn't want to be misjudged.

Livin on easy street

I really have absolutely nothing to write about.
What's wrong with me where are all those crazy adventures that used to fill my life?
I actually miss the insanity of it all.
Maybe I need to meet some homeless people or smack heads they're always fun.
Not that I'm complaining life is great just very calm.
So calm I'm a little afraid of what may be lurking around the corner.

I wonder if this is what "normal" people feel like everyday.
I've never had a routine life so maybe this is what it's like to be a nine to fiver.
If so I don't like it. There is no way I could live in this place my whole life,
Living every day exactly as you expect it to be lived with no drama no chance, no excitement no magic. (You know those mysterious moments that you almost can't believe just happened and you seriously consider that perhaps they didn't)

Speaking of drama my little brother is coming to town tonight which just happens to be the beginning of a weekend of festivities to celebrate the life of a gay advocate in Bayview who passed away recently and I have no idea how he's going to react to several events which I'm planning on taking him. I'm sure there will be fags gallore, I guess that will be a little excitement!

Frank's Power Plant

So my little neighborhood bar rocks. I don't know why I'm writing about it now considering the fact that I haven't been there in a couple of days. I'm trying this wacky experiment where I don't drink alcohol for several days in a row. I'm not just talking hard liquor I haven't even had a beer all week. I think they call this sobriety? Anyway it's got me to thinking about the great little bar in my neighborhood. It's called Franks and there's a bartender there named Charlie (go figure)and besides the fact that he's married with a child and has a weird homosexual fantasy thing going on, He rocks. It's the kind of place wher hipster's, punks, losers, and drunks can all get along and the jukebox plays everything from David Bowie to Roy Orberson. It's a truly wonderful place.

I'm going to make it!!!!

So I found a great bar just two blocks away from my apt. ALL IS GOOD! I yelled at my boss today in a somewhat constructive manner and I think it was beneficial. I debated quitting several times but when I couldn't come up with a date that would not be financially devastating and still have emotional satisfaction I decided to postpone my quitting. "I quit! as soon as I get my first pay check and work here long enough that you'll still give me the commission I earned!" just doesn't have a good ring to it.

Mmmmm Coffee

I'm sitting here drinking a shot of espresso. Well, I'm actually not drinking it anymore. I've finished it but the taste remains on my pallet. A rich nutty flavor complemented by sugar in the raw and a bit of organic honey. It's been at least ten minutes since the little ceramic cup was emptied and yet the pleasure goes on. I'm sure there's a parable in that somewhere but I'll leave it to you to dig it out.

All I know is that was some good coffee.

You win some you lose some- for schifilacqua

Okay, I'm starting to turn this into a journal which I never intended to do I always thought a journal was something private for other people to read when you're dead. But never the less here I am spewing the insignificant factors of my life across the web.

The past days have been up and down. I smashed my palm pilot which hasn't been downloaded to a computer in a long time. For anyone who has suffered an addiction similar to mine for my palm you realize that my life was turned upside down. I didn't know what time to wake up in the morning let alone what I was supposed to be doing. I still haven't heard from the coffee shop that lead me to believe I was getting a job. Supposedly he doesn't know if the employee he was interested in me replacing is actually leaving. Oh well, I decided to take another job until I hear from him. I'm now working at the Rep, but not as an actor I will be working in the call center begging past donors to give the Rep more money. I started working yesterday and so far I've been paid to read stuff about the Rep that I already know and listen to people on the phones. My new apartment is quite odd. I like it but it's practically completely unfurnished and I'm sleeping in my sleeping bag and worse the closest bar is like six blocks away! HOW WILL I EVER SURVIVE!!!!!!!