Rumors: 10.2005

28.10.05

From the desk of Harriet Miers....click to enlarge.

27.10.05

Dark Skies.

Like I said, my life lately is one big Anna Nalick song and that's just gross. The post-adolescent taking-myself-way-too-seriously-working
-too-hard whiney music is talking to me and what's worse is that I'm listening. I'm clearing most of my schedule, and hoping to pay attention to a certain girl once she's back home. For once, music will fail to be my priority until later this winter. I was never good at winter anyway.

"Driving away from the wreck of the day...and the light's always red in the rearview.... desperately close to a coffin of hope, I'd cheat destiny just to be near you. But if this is giving up, then I'm giving up. Driving away from the wreck of the day and I'm thinking 'bout callin' on Jesus. Cuz love doesn't hurt so I know I'm not falling in love, it's just all fallin' to pieces. So if this is giving up, then I'm giving up."

26.10.05

Idiots.
Except for Happe. She can stay.
But these two
<==== have to go.
Some people ask me, "Is it hard being surrounded by beautiful people all the time?" and I look at these pictures and t hink, "no. no...it's not." Pics from the Naked Loft Party last week.

(how hot is Dede Flemming over here ===>)


Here's some more pics from the various festivities this weekend. And yes, my shirt DOES say "leading competition." Because that's how I roll. Just like Ron Bush. I'm startin' to feel like my life is one big Anna Nalick song. And well, that makes me naseous. And so, I'm taking most of November and December off.

25.10.05

So maybe it was the tequila, or maybe we just collectively needed to blow off some steam. But, damn, you gotta hand it to the Orangekids.

Not only will they *go there* but someone (Jason) is always on hand with a camera to catch me breaking vows.

It wasn't long before the night turned into one big cuddle puddle, and shortly after Dacia and I decided to have our own private sleep session on the couch, but not before they all decided we were Cute (*gag*) and had to take a zizillion pictures of us.

Apparently, I was wearing cute socks that night.
I think some of my favorite moments with my friends was unfortunately at the expense of one of us. Kreeper's death, sad and shocking, has returned "community" into our lives. It's brought us closer together and made us realize that yes,


this *is* a rare existance and we are all (the Orangekids) very lucky to have found each other. We drive ourselves crazy but over the last few weeks, we've been glued back together, with a few pieces added in that maybe didn't quite fit,
but might end up as nice additions.

I was proud to stand at Kreeper's funeral and look around at them. So different than the rest of
the world. All colors of hair and body types, and then there was Peter, with balls the size of
Houston, in full makeup and dress. Dammit all if that bitch didn't look better than me that day. There are always going to be people we don't like, people that constantly let us down, people that refuse to act in any responsible manner. Those people will always hurt others, but I'm pretty damn lucky to have the community I have around me to pick me up as I constantly fall down, stumble over my own feet, say the wrong things, fall in love with the wrong people, and the list goes on. I'm free to make these mistakes because these people will be here for me no matter what. And maybe If was right: maybe they do love me but show their love in weird ways.

So while I'll miss my friend, he gave us back the one thing we were losing site of: each other. Kreeper, you continue to be an inspiration to me. I know that you will watch down on us and make sure we don't lose each other again.

24.10.05

GET MY NEW CD!!!

OUT NOW:

https://www.djwolfie.com/event.php?id=16

Click. Buy. Tell your friends. Rinse. Repeat.

It's the entire Porter Tinsley experience but without me whining about lame-ass girls! It's perfect! It's like hanging out with me, but without all the "I told you so's" and "What were you thinking's" SUPPORT LOCAL ARTISTS!

19.10.05

Those who live by the sword,
get shot by those who don't.




Or get run over by someone speeding toward something else, in this case. (!)

15.10.05

I have so many meaningful things to say at this point in my life, on this day at this hour about all sorts of things funny, sad and true. however, in times like this, go with what you know. Which, in my case, means "Go with Fiona."

http://www.fred.net/tds/noodles/noodle.html

Genious. I'm bummed I did not think of it first.

14.10.05

Hm...funny how life works. I guess right after the sun was completely down on Wednesday (Yom Kippur), I did atone for my sins. I think it's a sin to not be responsible for yourself. Your body, your emotions. In a weird way, all that night until about 1am, I was atoning in my own fashion. Sticking up for what I want, and guarding myself, my heart, and those around me from future harm. Responsibility is pretty neat.

Dude, I fucking rule.

13.10.05

There's a tear in the fabric of your favorite dress and i'm sneaking glances. Looking for the patterns in static...they start to make sense the longer i'm at it. Your heart is a river that flows from your chest ...through every organ. Your brain is the dam, and i am the fish who can't reach the cord. instincts are misleading ...you shouldn't think what you're feeling. They don't tell you what you know you should want.

It's Yom Kippur today.

I'm feeling the need to atone for my sins, but what's horrible is that I only have 24 hours to do so....my list of sins is long and distiguished....but...we know this. I wonder what's on TV.

7.10.05

Thank you so much to everyone that helped out at Lucent Delirium this past week. Holy crap were we robbed or what? I was jammin' outside like Good Charlotte at Lindsay Lohan's high school prom, swiggin' Patron Silver like GW behind the wheel of his daddy's tractor and rockin' out like right-wing Christians at an anti-abortion rally when WHAM! ...the Man shut me down.

Thank you to everyone who came out and suPorter-ed, we'll do it again soon enough (but...probably not at The Do Lab.) There's so much sparkley madness to be had in the next couple of weeks, so keep those docs strapped on. LOTS of cool events listed below.

Until then, I'm going to try to ignore the media's insanity over a make-believe disease I'm never going to get (Hello? F00king ASIAN BIRD-FLU? Try scaring me with some scary disease names. Who the hell is going to fear a "bird" flu? That's like fearing "The Tickle Monster." Why don't we just call it "Sleeping-Puppy disease?" or "Something We Made Up" disease? Seriously, if you want me to fear some irrational illness, you'd better come up with another name than "Asian Bird Flu." Know why? Asians aren't scary and neither are birds. How's that?

If you want to scare me into building my own plastic bubble, you'd better name the disease, "White Middle-Aged Guy-in-Dark-Alley" disease. Or something like, "Harriet Miers Syndrome." For those of you not familiar with Harriet Miers, she's the new nominee of the Supreme Court who is not a total lesbian at all in any way.

Why is that scary?

1. She's never, um, been a judge (Hello? Hasn't anyone seen Star Wars?)
2. GW nominated her (and since he was elected at least 1 and a half times, we should think it's okay.)

I mean, come on, America! You're acting like you're all watchin' the season premiere of Lost (Dude it was SOOOOOO GOOD) instead of payin' attention! You're acting like Lindsay Lohan behind the wheel of an SUV, or the Backstreet Boys getting back together! It's all just one big bad idea! Can't anyone else see that? Are we being punished for letting Katie have Tom's baby? Is this penance for the Tom Cruise Virgin Birth Turkey Baster???

Sigh. Well, for now, at least we still have each other. And by damn, that makes it still worth livin'. Even if we all die of a flu from asian birds and run out of popstars because they aren't old enough to drive yet and keep crashing their record producer's SUV's. But if this guy, Harriet Miers, votes on a law to have GW in the office for four more years, and I have to listen to the Crawford Cowboy hootin' n hollerin' about how all that Iraqi stuff is not his fault and that hurricane-poor-people-don't-count, I'm going to blame you.

I have to go now, Lost is on.