decades

cupcakes

cake

wishes...

the beautiful arianna pistilli

Jason McCormick lives in my heart. He told me he was gonna be in Palm Springs and I was outside smoking missing him and wishing that he was there and when I came in, There he was! I was so happy I screamed.


Henry offered me a knuckle sandwhich.

Dave Young and Kevin Willis, sweet dudes that they are offered me TWO!

decades II

R- E- B- A... Grant and Chad Brown. These two tall drinks of water made my ears happy all night.



Grant Krajecki, Arianna Pistilli. Two of my favorite people. We've bailed each other out in many a pinch.

aaayyyyy it's these guys. Mike Semple, Jenny Cho, and buddy.

The ever lovely Maus.

man, i love jenny... blush.


50,000 cops...man...There were more cops than kids!

end of the night...xoxo, jovita/suzy

random sweet memory

we met for ice cream, he had my phone number scribbled on his fore arm.
when we went to the cemetary, it was still there.
he had my phone number written on his arm for three days...

ok

25¢. no refunds.

we are like ghosts

what a looker. i love nathan, his pig nose and his big heart.


however, i hate this face. i can't handle it and he knows it.


the ever elusive elijiah


elijiah reminds me of the rebel poet character in peggy sue got married.


jesspeleta schooled us on nilsson.


more.

i am feeling super emo tonight and in love with the people and the world around me.
don't get it twisted.
well, one thing is making me feel bad. this guy asked me why i'm so serious and if he could see me smile. I told him it's because my mom just died. i don't know why i said that. then he said that he recently lost a few people. that made me feel like a real asshole and wonder why i can't just be nice.
i think he might have been hitting on me, but still.

sweetdreams,
xo,
s

liars beware

today was good. had heart to hearts over burritos. moved salami's stuff. got some production stuff squared away.
oh and most exciting, bought myself a birthday camera. i really really love this thing. off to work...


the mighty jake manny. i miss this guy.


some cha cha family portraits.


who says we don't smile. the thing is, i remember thinking i was being 'pleasant' in this photo. suppose it's time to re-examine my emotions. you know, get to the real me.


jed and matt to the rescue. these two majorly helped joves and me out today, moving all of solana's shit. (love you salami)


matt doing 'john kerry face' while the world around him burns to ashes


the lovely miss jovita aka snags.
come to our birthday party! sunday may 21 @ the chach. 9p-2a. we love kisses.

modern lover

look who got a new camera.

jeff.



man this thing is so cool.


look how sleezy jeff is in his gold ish nugget necklace. courtesy of the floor of the cha cha via one coady willis.
"here, i think some hooker lost her anklet".

kate's secret

mothers day brunch at the alcove with old friends

ash is tall.

kevin is short.

jeff got some love. he loves his new gold nugget chain.

ate cupcakes on film like merideth baxter birney
now i wanna barf but i can't bring myself to do it.
not to sound all 'never got enough hugs' but,
family oriented holidays leave me a little blue.
i heard danzig is moving.

sweet dreams,
xo,
s

birthday wishes

The Complete Stax-Volt Soul Singles Vol 1 (1959-1968)


The Complete Stax-Volt Soul Singles Vol 2 (1968-1971)


The Complete Stax-Volt Soul Singles Vol 3 (1972-1975)

Please.

you want me to be happy, don't you?

you can even get them used.

hello tomorrow

valencia. two nights in a row.
ouch.

actually it was pretty alright.
that town reminds me of my adolescent years + my college years minus the crippling insecurity.
i suppose good company accounts for good times.
first cal arts grad show party thing with three of the lovliest ladies this side of the mason dixon. lizzy, gus, and arianna.
(it's official, i am buying a camera tomorrow, these phone pictures, blek)




diamonds being mined out of hearts. warm white wine. joe preston. awkward miles.
then hard rock karaoke brodeo. girls drinking out of bowls. smackattack. awkward miles again, although ladyfingers wasn't buying it.


tonight i chapparoned earl to a gallery opening. we tried to make it fun.

earl mining. for diamonds. in my nose.

that's earl being classy.

ashley, pony champion.

T.G. told me how much he hates acronyms. I pointed out that his name is T.G.

then off to a metal bro down, where i abondoned baby earl, fed him to the wolves and took a cab home.

stopped by the chach to say g'bye to coady before he goes to play atp in the uk.
ran into kevin willis and jovita and got very excited for our birthday ho-down. may 21 @ the chach. all country all night.
yee haw.
jovita + suzy = 60.

sweet dreams,
xo,
s

pop life

i have got to start sleeping before 5am,
or rather just waking up earlier.
i dreampt that oprah was trying to buy coke
from chris tucker, except chris tucker was white,
and a make up artist.
where is he btw?
and prince was way into me, but in a non sexual way.
in a really nurturing way.
and i woke up feeling loved.
it felt real and it felt good.

i'm not your bitch, bitch

i don't hate steven anymore and i want to marry harold.
i think my face is growing. it's weird. going to the gym tomorrow. maybe.

Love comes in spurts

ok. i. am. mortified.
well, first Cinespea at the hollywood forever cemetary, maltese falcon, fucking great.
i want to go every saturday. i felt like a kid when they first go to disneyland.
first off, it's really beautiful and the grave stones are real and imaginative. not like those egalitarian plaques
that lend for easier lawn mowing.
space rockets, boulders, giant stone crosses. so pretty. i'm not sure how i feel about the
laser etched portraits of the dearly departed. i have to think about that one.
so much prettier than forest lawn.
the company also made it awesome. 7 equally awesome ladies. all super funny, smart, and foxy.
i had so much fun. i feel lucky to have arianna and lizzy on my side. they are real solid ladies.
then a birthday party where they had ice cream cake! and the house was a stones throw from elysian park.
jeff would shit he would be so happy, and i would dutifully be right behind him with a little blue bag.
at earl's insistance, arianna and i went to meet him at little joys. it is always great to see jason (earl).
he always shows me so much genuine love.
but, god i hate that place. the moment i walk in i feel hollow and foreign. first foreign, then hollow.
funny looks. which leads to why i am mortified.
just as i sat down on my bed, i noticed that i had three globs the size of chewed up hubba bubba of white
candle wax dribbled on the skirt of my black dress. on the thigh. you know what that looks like people?
do you?! it totally happened at the birthday party when i was lighting a cigarette off a candle. but i had
no idea till just now. so embarassing.
sweetdreams,
xo,
s

das egghead

it's three in the morning and i just ate two eggs.
i think i am addicted to eggs. i eat at least two everyday.
i'm pretty sure that's bad for you. i think. the cholesterol.
everyday i have a bowl of brown rice with soy sauce and a raw egg
mixed in. and then, in a seperate meal, i will usually either over easy the other one
or soft boil it. although i can't ever get the timing right where the
yolk is runny enough. i like it runny. i only boil the eggs when it is late at night.

i feel like hitler everytime i kill a bug in my bathroom.
i say sorry as i'm doing it, but if i still do it, am i really sorry?
i wish they just wouldn't come in here and put me in that position in the first place.
fucking spiders. ants too. ants especially so because you usually
have to kill so many of them.
i'm gonna go cause this is starting to make me feel bad.

sweetdreams,
xo,
s

my stomach hurts
and i promise i will get a camera soon so this isn't so boring.
although, maybe i'm the only one who reads this.

lady boy machine mash

last night i dreamt that i was on the freeway and
caused a four car pile up
and i had no insurance
so my friend had this idea to enter me into
a karaoke contest at this tranny bar to raise money
for my impending car repair costs
the plan was that i was this amazing trannie
and the song she picked out was
the theme song to some obscure gay cable comedy?
and everyone was supposed to go apeshit for it.
but no one got it. i even remember trying to sing like cher for bonus points.
i guess these gays didn't watch cable in the 80s
the song was totally made up
i remember going to the bathroom and
being scared that i was going to busted for having
authentic goods. but then was comforted by the fact
that gender reassignment surgury has come so far
and in this day and age, can you really tell?
anyway, moral of the story: i have to go re instate my car insurance today.
on a side note. my new project is to become a machine.
i am going to go look at this loft bed so i can make my
sleeping arrangement as unpleasurable and efficient
as possible. like a chinese swimmer.
i think it might make me feel like i am a shitty college kid.
but the plan is that it will make me feel like i sleep in my work studio.
because i am a machine.
xo,
s

you big dummy

I don't read and I believe it is making me dumb.
not so much making me dumb as it is preventing me from getting smarter
stunting my intellectual growth
which has been stagnant for some time now
i probably am no smarter now than when i was in high school
i don't read the newspaper, i sometimes read magazines, and just about never read books.
in fact I don't know anyone, who has the ability to read, that is less read than i am
i really have no idea what is going on.
not really.
i wonder if i will make time to read
i used to never watch tv but have somehow made time to watch a few reality shows and crime dramas
surely i can find time to excersize my brain
man, i don't wanna be dumb.
xo,
s
p.s. this is really embarassing for me to admit