How likely is that someone you know will kill themselves? How come I know so many people who have? How is it that I think suicide is a perfectly honorable death option? Killing oneself not out of self-pity but because it’s just the right thing to do? Because it’s time.
I am only 16 years younger than my mother. I watch old age creep over her and do not want that.
I never again want to feel the pain I felt last year.
Until the startlingly handsome decorator arrived yesterday that’s really all I could think about. In between tinkering with my book. Hence the odd video posted.
Blue grey eyes, perfectly formed. Beach, bleach blond hair.
You might think that I have been bored with all this death thinking but actually I have not. I have been doing stuff. Enough stuff. Dinner at Nobu last night. On Wednesday I went to the premiere of a TV show, yes…that’s LA for you. They premiere TV shows.
I met a Navy Seal. Dangerous.
I took Robby to the event at Gauchos in Glendale (such glamour!) where we were served about ten pounds of meat. My poor tummy.
I am still mightily pissed off at the Twins. Daily revealing themselves to be self-serving, manipulating and utterly self obsessed. I am creating MONSTERS. For example: when Robby drives, the rear view mirror is positioned so he can look at himself and not the road behind him.
Constantly checking his hat hair.
It never occurs to either of them that the adventures and people who I have introduced them to might be reciprocated in any way. They are off with my friends of friends who patently want to fuck them, thinking that their scintillating wit attracts them to others.
We sat in Joan’s on Third on Wednesday, Robby was overly concerned that other people might think that I was fucking him. What he doesn’t realize is that if a young man of dubious sexuality is out with any man…people will assume that they are fucking. I think everyone is fucking everyone in LA.
Yet, they are both so friendly.
Their friendliness is often misconstrued. It seems flirty. They touch you but woe betide if you touch them. I think Robby understands, he’s grateful…but not enough.
As for Miles…I can scarcely look at him.
They both take but rarely give. Where’s the humility Christian boys? Or are you just hung up on…what the fuck are you hung up on?
I am overdosing on the twins. I can’t wait for then end of the month. Not a day too soon.
I have been watching the Vlog Brothers YouTube videos. I watch them at least twice/three times a week. John and Hank Green. Hank is a bit of an idiot with a huge brain. A real nerd, well that’s what I thought…until…I’ll explain later. And John, I rather liked author John Green until yesterday.
He said something that made me despise him.
He said that he didn’t like meeting strangers.
He said that he couldn’t give random hugs.
His excuse was pathetic.
I don’t think John Green is a nerd, I think he became one to keep his brother company. I think John Green is erudite, sophisticated, intelligent and handsome. I think I would be scared by his intellect if I met him. I would be scared if I met him.
You should check these guys out.
On their own, performing for their cameras they become the men they always wanted to be..yet, because they are now famous…internet famous…and successful, this strange act is obviously just that.
The pressure to perform must be HUGE. It is apparent when they are together in the same room…who is more authentic. Hank is softer, more at ease. Gentle. Off stage Hank might be the one. Off stage John looks surly, miserable, dark.
John has a great deal to prove. He has the bigger career. He has the wife with a big life in the art world. The adorable kid. The conflicted Christian pre history.
He wanted to be ordained.
I’ve always thought that it takes a huge amount of ego to be a priest where as most people think that it requires the absence of ego. To stand up and channel the word of God wearing fancy hats and garb. You need balls. John Green has balls.
The decorator returns today.
I am going to VidCon at the end of the month.
I want to fuck a hooker.
The twins will all at once irritate, frustrate and delight me. Miles has this notion that he wants to direct. Am I expected to help him? He needs to make something. If he wants to direct…he needs to make a film so that he can show people what he’s made of.
If he has any art, has an understanding of detail.
Shoot something!
As for Robby this is maybe his moment. He wants to be an actor. He is not a great beauty. Not really, he has crude features yet there is something mesmerizing about him. He has something. I don’t know if he can act. If he has the strength. If he can overcome the fear that often walks hand in hand with self obsession.
