Out with the old...

in with the Jew! A car payment that would have been $300 had I gone to a Toyota dealership was magically $47 at the Lexus dealer from which I had originally bought my Prius. Always get a second opinion - I can't stress that enough. When my father was first diagnosed with cancer they basically just told him he was a dead man. They were wrong. Well, eventually they were right, but for 8 years (which was much longer than they gave him), they were wrong.

I got a new job (I may have two new jobs, in fact). I should be happy about this. And I am happy as making money is much better than being broke. However, I can't help but feel (jesus christ I sound like Carrie Bradshaw) that with every job I start off the optimist and soon end up the nihilist. But maybe I have finally accepted that no job can fulfill you, and to expect such a thing is extremely naive. And if the costume designer for Mad Men approves of my place of employment, surely it can't be that bad. This is how I measure the worth of things (sadly).

I also must admit that even though this is the second time I have been unemployed since I moved to Los Angeles, I did not learn from my first experience to truly enjoy one's unemployment. Now that it is almost over, I am already in mourning for my days of nothingness. Now you know why I shall be wearing nothing but black for the next six months, a tradition that we should have kept from those earlier, easier Victorian times. Not that I want to relive them - it's great that women are now allowed to enjoy sex. It's only fair.

Mildred Pierce kidnapped me

But at least she didn't choke me! And if you watched Part 4 & 5 of Mildred Pierce on HBO last night, you would understand my meaning

Boy oh boy, do I LOVE period pieces. Except for that whole women's rights movement thing, I do wish I had been born in a different decade. Maybe the teens so I could experience the 20's - 70's and die right when the 80's hit, because after all, clothes and furniture have dramatically worsened since the late 70's. I stop at the 70's because like every fag hag and gay man before me, I do have an unnatural fondness for disco that I would not have wanted to miss out on.

People can't understand Veda or Mildred but let me tell you, I can. You hate what you love and you love what you hate and the best way to escape it is to make a clean break. But lord help you if you find it again in different forms.

But let's not get morbid dear - let's get stinko!