I don't know if it's the upcoming Valentines Day 2k9 or Chelsey's film school applications but I've been all guts, blood and glory since watching the final scene of The Hunger last Sunday. A tiny bit of wiki research went a long way when I discovered that a spin-off television series was created in '97. Turns out Bowie hosted 21 episodes after the original host, General Zod from Superman, called it quits. Each episode was based on a different plot with "themes of self-destructive desire and obsession, soft-core erotica, cannibalism, vampires, sex and poison." BAD-ASS. and strikingly similar to my life as of late.
Lovely 2008 left me with yet another big 'ol slap in the face -- making me (and 20 other more talented employees at JPG Magazine) JPG-less. With hardly weeks to spare on my economic situation I must find a job. A real one this time. My current recovery plan is to spend the next week watching the Discovery Channel and Gossip Girl cursing the invention of cover letters and starving to death.
Despite my recent downfalls, I had a great December/January with many a friendly visit. Now I'm left wishing everyone would stay in one goddamn place for once. And that I had the final say in picking that place. And it'd be here, in San Francisco.
And that they'd all have to be my (love) slaves ... muahahahaha.