sometimes life moves fast—i can handle that.
sometimes life speeds up—i can handle that too.
but sometimes life indicates, life drops you a hint, gives you a nod and a wink, letting you know, this is how it all starts.
eric’s good, life’s good, but this blog has got to come to an end… for now.
evijhserf, i wish i knew how to quit you.
too many names, too many faces, too many handshakes, too many business cards.
too many myspace friend requests, too many text messages, too many emails.
is it possible that these people i’m meeting are, in fact, genuine? is it possible that they do, in fact, like me? or, is it possible that they’re just out for the same old networking social climbing that everyone else is out for in l.a.?
i really need a personal assistant, to help me manage. the dinner dates, the after parties, the schmoozing, it’s really starting to wind me down.
evijhserf is struggling with privacy [publicity?] issues again, and i feel that revealing anything here can’t bring about good. broadcasting my bizarre life is no longer giving me the sizzle, the charge that it once did.
bragging: i’ve literally been hanging out with the gay mafia… movers, shakers, money, celebrity. i’ve been on film sets and in t.v. studios, been at house parties and deejay booths. i’ve pressed more flesh in the past few weeks than a gubernatorial clinton.
schadenfruede: spent most of last night talking with a delicious actor boy, whose business card i somehow managed to lose. surely, i’ll never see him again. also, i’ve been charitably gaying it forward with a few boys, and i fear i’m being taken advantage of. poor me, 29yo sugardaddy.
how are you?
