I am having one of those days today. Those kind of sucky ones. It's been mainly just small stuff going wrong, and most of it will bore you, but I did manage to get knocked in the head pretty hard, and now have a huge lump on my temple. I was getting some stuff out of my storage closet, and a big heavy box fell down and whacked me on the side of the head. I actually saw stars. I sat on the couch for a long time with ice on my head, but I still have a big old welt that I am hoping won't turn into a bruise. This is the kind of stuff that always happens to me. I am what you might call "accident prone". If there's a sharp corner on the coffee table, I'll walk right into it, and I've managed to stub all of my toes in so many creative ways. And last week Kane had to bandage me up from when I was holding Fizzie and he heard something that scared him, so I got the hell scratched out of me. That one actually left me with two new scars right across my chest. Yay me!
Money also has got me down too. So many things are coming up and I want to be able to have money to spend, but already my paycheck I am getting tomorrow is already spent on just bills. Love it.
I know things will get better soon, but I just feel so drained right now in more ways than one. I think I just need a nice long vacation(preferably paid for by someone else).
On a happier note, I sold another necklace on etsy, which was such a nice, welcome surprise. Also, another lady is paying me to make 6 bracelets and 6 necklaces for her, so that will help too. It's a lot of work but if it pays off then it might lead to more work.
Kane and I saw The Prestige on Monday. I really liked it, especially David Bowie. That man is just so awesome.

As is my guy, Christian Bale, who I've stuck by since the days of Newsies, and I just keep being more and more proud of. If only some other childhood crushes had evolved so well.

Christian Slater, I'm talking to you.

If you're thinking about being Booger from Revenge Of The Nerds for Halloween, here's what you need.
Don't forget the unshaven face. It's kinda important.

Get ready for an image you can keep with you for the rest of your life. Ready?









Yay!!

Last night I had this really weird dream, and since I got nothing better to tell you about, here's what it was.
I dreamt that I had to have stomach surgery, and that Dane Cook was the surgeon. I was awake during the whole operation, and I couldn't feel anything, just a slight tugging of my insides, which I think is just as bad. Anyway, I don't know what the problem was, but it seemed that I had a bunch of cross pendants from my job stuck in my stomach lining. They're sterling silver, inlaid with mother of pearl and turquoise. They're actually really pretty. Anyhow, Dr. Dane Cook had to remove each one at a time, but instead of pulling the whole thing out all together, he had to remove all of the stones from the silver first, then the silver part. And the whole time he's operating on me, he's just talking and talking about why I should go see "Employee Of The Month". And I'm just thinking, No, I'm really not interested in that movie, I'm sorry. Please pay attention to the operation, you jackass. I said none of this of course, but just silently layed there, wanting the operation to be over.

Oh, Dane. It's not that I don't like you. I do. I really do. Your albums are so funny, and you were awesome when we saw you at the Improv. It's just......her, you know? Look at her eyes, her vacant expression. Even YOU don't look comfortable next to her. I mean, if they had cast any other actress, I might....Ok, now you're just getting upset. Let's not say anything we don't really mean! You know what? If you can just relax a little, maybe make one or two movies a year, but mainly stick to your comedy, I'll buy you a candy apple at the mall. What do you say, buddy? Deal?
Anyway back to the dream. Well, that was it, basically. Except when I woke up, my stomach really hurt. Ooooooooo. Tell that story around the campfire this Halloween.

Dear Bastages,
As I sit here typing this, Fizzie is laying on my desk, softly pawing at my computer screen as the cursor moves around. I think he'd like to write, if he could. Until then I'll just have to settle for his little grunts and "eeeerf"s.
There's not much happening in my lie right now, so I don't have any cool stories or anything. I just feel bad for not updating. I sold another necklace, YAY! I shipped it out on Thursday morning, and I haven't heard anything from my customer, so I hope it's finding it's way to her okay.
Last Monday night I went to see Alice In Chains at the Marquee. It was a really good show, but it made me feel kind of sad that Layne Staley is gone. When he died no one gave a shit, because it was the same week that Left Eye from TLC kicked it. People still don't give a shit about AIC anyway. For Kane's birthday I wanted to get him an Alice In Chains shirt so I went to Hot Topic. Only after I said to the very clueless spikey-headed geek at the register,"Godsmack ripped them off..." did he go,"OH! Godsmack! Okay!". They didn't have any AIC shirts, surprise surprise.
Well, that's about it. I'm gonna go get ready for bed since Kane and I told ourselves that we were going to go to bed by 10 tonight. 1 or 2am is far too late when you have to get up so early.
Love and Kisses,
Roman Maroney