Keep Em Guessing....Oh Jude

I make shit sparkle. I bring smiles. I mediate. I negotiate. I entertain. I perform. I dance. I drink. I care. I work. I love. I sparkle.

So, another decade. That's exciting. More of the same, or should I change it up a bit? What really happens when we buck the system? Who exactly gets knocked off balance? Running from the past or running towards the future? Surviving or living? Clean conscious or clear complexion? Keeping up or making up? Unspoken competition or mental disillusion? Holding my tongue but sticking out my neck? Beautifully tragic or handsomely disastrous? Creating rules to break them or setting standards to make them? What's my motivation? What's my character? What's my role? What script are we reading off of? How much could possibly happen in ten years.....


I saw the Sherlock Holmes movie, best film I've seen in years. Years.
I survived the holidays.
And all that came with them.

Worked 6 AM to 10 AM today. Came home and slept for another hour or so. Then cleaned the house for two hours or so. Did laundry. Scrubbed the bathroom floor. Scrubbed the sink. The shower walls, doors, floors and faucets. Windows. Sweeping. Dusting. Wiping. Cleaning. Thinking.

When I clean house, I like to pretend I don't live there. I'm just part of a hired cleaning service, and I can distance myself from the mess and chaos and dirt I'm taking care of. If I distance myself, I can judge and make comments inside my head. When I'm detached, I clean better. If it's not a mess I know, then I can clean it all up. I would never have dirty bathroom floors. I would never leave the counter so scattered. I would never allow things to get so out of hand. No matter what, it always looks better once I'm finished.

I'll see Sherlock Holmes again, it's that good.

And, I'll see about this next decade thing. Everyone's saying it's a big deal. Hmmmm

“My only obligation is to keep myself and other people guessing.” -J. Law

Strum It Again Tom Dumont

Christmas in Chicago was lovely. Wish I hadn't had to drive through so much snow to get back up here. I have to admit though, when I turned that corner on the highway and saw the skyline...I sighed. Like when you see an old friend. Or a cute puppy. Or a cute guy. It's great to be back. But it was also great to visit my family. I got a guitar for a present. I'm really excited, it can help with all the songwriting stuff. I just have to learn how to play it first...hmmmm. I'll just google search it. I still need to see Sherlock Holmes. Haven't gotten around to doing that just yet. A certain someone is still down south. And a promise is a promise. I can wait....I'll just strum my guitar.

Follow The Law

I know the "holiday season" is upon and it is supposed to be nothing but hugs and kittens, but when you work retail you kind of despise it all. Plus living in the city makes it impossible to drive around through the snow, the roads are never cleared up, parking is terrible and looking cute is harder to pull off when you have seven layers on. Not to mention that peoples moods get severely elevated in one way or another: if you're a happy person, you become obnoxiously happy; if you are more like Meredith Grey, well then all you have to do is re-watch season two to get my point. It's not like I'm anti-holiday, but the loveliness of it all wears thin year after year. So, what did I do to ensure I have something to look forward to? Demand I not be single yet again for the holiday season, no. Throw myself into a new hobby or an old work out routine, no. Dedicate myself to watching an entire television show that is no longer on the air but something I always meant to watch but didn't have the time, no. Well, that could still happen, we'll see. This season I picked an amazing looking movie and will begin a countdown towards it. I doubt I will have to see it alone, but if I must I must. In the past I would pick holidays or movie openings and convince myself I would have a date to bring to it, or celebrate it with. It seems like those are the unwritten laws of the almighty holiday season. The greatest gift is to have a lover to give a gift to, from a material stand point. Carrie and Miranda have a very prudent conversation about this on Valentine's day in the first film. If you're in a couple or a relationship, you don't notice how centered around you the holidays are. The holiday season is a heightened couples season, but I don't really feel like following the holiday/couples season rules this time around. This year, I'm taking a more relaxed approach. I've got the boys I live with to become closer to, I've got new friends to get to know better, I've got old friends who will be coming back into my life, and I've got Jude Law to look forward to. Which brings me to my film of choice: Sherlock Holmes. If you haven't seen the trailer yet, you are missing out. It looks fantastic, and even if it's shit, I get to look at Jude Law for about two hours. Yahtzee! Anyways. I think I might have created a drink. Amaretto and Lemonade. It's delicious. I only did it because I ran out of orange juice and had to substitute in the lemonade. It's even better tasting then the original drink of choice. I'll have to think of a name for it. Maybe I can call it the Jude Law, the amaretto is sweet and inviting and the lemonade is a little bitter and has a bite. Hahaha. Damn I'm clever. And I promise this was not a premeditated joke, I type as I think. Which is why the punctuation on this thing is always bullocks. I've got laundry to finish, a bed to make, another drink to fix, and some tattoo browsing to do. Maybe I'll rent a Jude Law movie later just for shits and giggles.