Monday, January 16th 2006
Fans Make Me
This goes out to Dan in Vegas. Dan is my newest fan. He picked up a copy of the GAVN, noticed my mug on the cover, thought I was cute and proceeded to look through it and visit my website. He didn’t know I did porn, he never knew of Johnny before that day. I think that’s cool. I’m very happy that I have acquired a new fan via chance , and a good website (shout to Boy Wonder).
Off to LA tomorrow. Hopefully this leather couch my friends want to give me will fit in the back of my pick-up. If not I’ll be back with a U-Haul. In two weeks I will have a roommate. I’m quite excited about it. I realized that even though I cherish time by myself and do very well with it, I still like to occupy a space with somebody. Knowing that somebody is there is comforting; especially when it is somebody you know, like and get on well with. I am going to have a friend here. Somebody to play pool with. God, I hope he knows how to play or he may have to go back. Anyway, he’s not one that needs entertaining, or looking after. Perfect!
This is going to be a very low maintenance arrangement. Having somebody to cook for will be nice. I just don’t have the inspiration when it comes to cooking for 1. Three quarters of the joy of cooking for me lies in the other person - knowing they really enjoyed what I prepared is so rewarding. That’s the Italian in me. However, I do not threaten bodily harm if somebody refuses to eat when I am cooking. I also do not force feed anybody. When I was young my mother used to make us eat everything on our plates. A behavior I carried with me throughout my growing years. About 3 or so yrs ago I realized that everytime I ate I became full to the point of discomfort. Why did I eat all that, I am so full….I am so full I could puke….. eating became this gorge session finishing even though I was full before I was half finished. Mind you I’m not faulting her for anything or blaming her for an eating disorder. I am just illustrating that b/c I was made to eat everything on my plate as a child the behavior carried through to adulthood. Now I know to listen to my body and acknoledge when enough is enough.
What a happened to Dan in Vegas? Oh well. This is what this thing is all about right? My blog should come across like you might be listening to me just talk about my day. If left to speak w/o a direction, I will talk about any and everything that goes by in my head. Sort of like I’m sitting in my head watching all of these thoughts go by on a movie screen and every so often I’ll grab one and talk about it until I’m bored by it or something else grabs my attention. Or in a case such as this, where I just run out……………….
