Just so everyone knows, the picture of me you now see displayed to your left is Tracey's doing. I did not put a picture of myself there. The end.
New happenings... Not much. Busting ass at work. Counting the days (6!) to my vacation. Have been invited (by Kurt's ex-girlfriend...??!!?) to model in a fashion show in September, a show by and for people who are younger and cooler than I. Most of the other people involved are kind of "known" in the arts scene and/or ex-girlfriends of some other people I know. We'll see.
Sample Conversation, Four Weeks From Now, Backstage at the Fashion Ninja Fashion Show:
(Me): "Uh, hey guys. How's it goin."
(Random Cool People): "......."
(Me): "Um, so what do you guys do when you're not modeling in cool fashion shows?"
(Random Cool Person): "I'm a photographer, artist - I paint - and I write deep stuff in my journal about the human condition."
(Random Cool Person's Cool Friend): "I don't do anything. I find that work is just another tool our fascist capitalistic empire, Heil George W., uses to control our minds, bodies, and spirit. I spend most of my time writing editorials to various left-wing magazines, spouting my opinions and judgments to anyone who will listen. I don't fuck men, and I don't shave my armpits. I do drink - only local brews - at Onopa, and I do shop resale. So, like, what do _you_ do."
(Me): "I potty train."
Yeah. We'll see.