kamikaze girl!
ah, so affirming to see yourself reflected in films, especially when your viewing partner is the fabulous fag haggy meat lover, LC Hammer! She really is like Momoko, and I'm like Ichiko, if you want to get very simplistic about things, but just see the movie dammit because it's soooo great!
it was also nice because we reunited and were able to talk about the conundrum that i've otherwise been bottling in, not sharing with my friends, and has probably contributed to the fact that my skin is still not clearing up, oh the stress...but i've decided what i'm going to do (the right thing) and my friends have only affirmed that this is what is right, but my favorite harujiku girl was there with me in the ooooh! waffling because opportunities do not come so easy to go through the back door!
she also provided moral support when i got my contacts out of my eyes for the last time last night, because i wanted to rock my new red sunglasses after dusk until they gave me a headache. i was in and out of the optical all day to savour my new flavour and getting used to my own face, which i haven't seen so clearly, since, ever.
the night before, i was also at tinseltown, walking there via paramount and granville 7 with my newly claimed LA Face with the BC booty, Mosaik, who i had to bitchslap when he was trying to tell the transit cops that he was "from Los Angelos"...naaw man, you're from here! even Luda couldn't make 323 flow into 604....
but we found ourselves in that same situation of trying to get to a movie and me laughing so hard that i felt like i was going to pee my pants, but it went to a whole new level because i actually DID pee my pants this time, and it was mildly embarassing that i had to remove my underwear and try to blowdry my ass in the mcdonald's on granville street, and walk in the cold trying to avoid the spot by shifting atop my rough toilet paper nest. but i stayed strong and remembered margaret cho's anecdote about shitting herself whilst driving because she was on a persimmon diet. and also, it's great that i have friends that can make me laugh so.
earlier in the day, we decorated toxic cookies at granville island and slipped around eating the stems of figs because i don't waste anything. ah, the company of old friends and new rooibos.
we chatted up the tinseltown employees and ended up seeing water, because i couldn't convince him to see c.r.a.z.y. which is gonna be the next big viewing for me, i think. it was a bit disappointing because i've come to expect so much from deepa mehta, but i'm not regretful that i saw it. we had a big bag of popcorn, and later a discussion of cock porn, so all in all, it was a great visit. "so, how should we draft that email....?"
other than that, i'm gonna close out the Ridge Theatre this evening with the World's Greatest Commercials and the last hole on my punch card, and my social calendar is filled right up with visits and the partay i'm planning on extreme short notice, but it will be hot. Then, it's NYC for NYE....in 11 days baby!
