I hate hypocritical motherfuzzers who limit the people's freedom of speech because they are afraid that it might stir up some controversy...or worse yet (dum dum dum)...people might agree with the statement and try and demand change (gasp)! Well, MoveOn.org held a contest, the Voter Fund's Bush in 30 Seconds ad contest, and bought time from CBS to air the winning ad during the Super Bowl. Well, CBS refuses to air it saying that it is too controversial. Motherfuzzers. I studied journalism in college and the one thing they were adamant about drilling into our heads was that you cannot be biased...you must ALWAYS give both sides of the story. So, if Bush can run presidential campaign ads, why can't MoveOn.org run their ad?! This is absurd! It's ridiculous and I am appalled!! The commercial is artistic, it's moving, it's honest, it's subtle, it's truthful, it's real. Druing the Super Bowl, CBS will show tons of commercials advertising beer...tons of products that are clearly inappropriate for children...but are they pulling those? No. And why not? Because they are rat bastards. I'm sick and tired of people in the entertainment industry who don't have enough balls to take a stand and make a difference. Support the cause...screw CBS.
Day 3 of this horrid diet and I'm slowly deteriorating...well, maybe not so much...but you'd think I would be with no caffeine, sugar, and alcohol, but no. Somehow, while being deprived from all the things I love, I have still managed to eat enough food to feed a small village. I've just been eating a lot of healthy stuff...broccolli, lettuce, spinach, asparagus, eggs, and nuts. I never thought of myself as a nut person...never a big fan of nuts...but I've discovered a new liking to almonds and pecans...mmm! I originally said that if I got anything out of this, that I would give up coffee for the rest of my life...eh, I don't know how strongly I feel about that statement anymore. I sit here and all I can think of is how much I want some coffee, or a cookie, or a muffin, or a Snickers...mmm. (Frown) The no carb thing is not as hard as I originally thought...I can do without bread and pasta and tortillas...but the flour and sugar in cookies and desserts...that's what's killing me. Great, now I'm hungry.
In other news...I'm still hung up on this singer/songwriter thing. On Saturday, Skye and I went to O'Briens where this guy P.J. Smith was playing. He was really good. He's a producer/musician and so William Tell from Something Corporate was there and he played a few songs with him. It was awesome. Then Monday night, I went to the Room 5 Lounge to hear Tyrone Wells, Jay Nash, and Mike Barnet. These guys are amazing. Everytime I see them, they just blow me away. If anybody ever has a Monday night free, you should check them out. I promise you won't be disappointed.
I'm a rooster and therefore I am rowdy and obnoxious. But all that is going away starting tomorrow. I have succumbed to the insanity of the South Beach Diet. For the next two weeks, I will have no sugar, no caffeine, and no alcohol. I also will not be indulging in any carbs...but no sugar, no caffeine, and no alcohol! I don't know how I'll survive...I mean that's basically my diet right now! Come Monday morning, I am going to be unrecognizable. All the loopiness and hyper-energy that has become my trademark will be gone because I will not be consuming anything to fuel it. Oh no...I'm going to be boring. I'm going to be a designated driver and I'm going to be boring! (Concerned frown.) You might be wondering why I would put myself through this. There are plenty of reasons...an internal cleansing, it's a challenge, better my health, finally get rid of this Freshman 23...but really, most of all, it's because my sister is getting married in one month and my bridesmaid dress...well, I can't zip it up...um, yeah. It's ridiculous. I know. So this will help me fit into it. Then, if after a month I really do feel better about myself, I will try and stick with it. Plus, I'm a sucker for peer pressure. The whole Story Department is going to be on it starting tomorrow. This diet is taking over. It's the latest craze. The South Beach Diet is like the new metrosexual! So today, the whole day, is last call for me...I'm drinking my meals today. It's all aboot the caffeine and alcohol. Just call me a lush...whatever the fuzz ever. Happy 2004.
I've always been an avid supporter of addictions...coffee, cigarettes, alcohol, sex, diet coke...whatever. I'm always trying to find new things to be addicted to. I mean, what's life without an addiction? Boring, I tell you, boring. So...in the latest installment of my adventures of being an addict...I am addicted to singer/songwriters. I love going to gigs...and please note...they are gigs, or even shows...but not concerts...that's how you can differentiate these true artists from the overrated J.Lo's and Justin Timberlake's of the music world. I'm not saying that J.Lo and JT are awful artists and their music sucks...well, I sort of am...but really, they are just different types of artists. Although they can be somewhat fun, I think they lack the kind of improvisation and personal sense that the subjects of my new addiction flourish.
With that said, number one on my new addiction list: Jill Sobule. The woman is adorable and crazy and amazing...all at the same time. I have Laurel to thank for this. I saw Jill Sobule last night at the Largo. She was awesome. She is a great songwriter and has an amazing voice. She is so full of energy and just quirky! I love it, I love it, I love it! She's soo spunky and funny. She has that kind of bleak, sad, dark, depressing humor in her music...it's great. She will be at the Largo the next two Wednesday nights as well. Check her out...I promise you'll love her.
Eesh! Who knew the Fab 5 used the phrase "Oh my God!" about a hundred times each episode?! I've learned my lesson.
While at my Book Club meeting last Wednesday night, I was called out. B-rad stated this: "Mollie's always reinventing herself." True that. I admit it...I know this of myself. However, I don't believe anybody has actually confronted and verbalized it to me, in person...until now. It's great though. I'm impressed that B-rad called me out on it. It's a very concise statement that accurately depicts my persona. Yes...I tend to display different styles and attitudes based on the mood I'm in. But this isn't because I don't know who I am and am confused about who the real me is. Don't get me wrong...I know exactly who I am. But I like to think of myself as rather an ecclectic person...someone who enjoys new and different things. If I'm feeling a little punkish...I will dress punkish. If I'm feeling a little ghetto, I'll use the phrase "aww hell nah". I'm a little bit country, I'm a little bit rock and roll. That's just who I am...how I am. I'm constantly reinventing new sides to me. Each new attitude brings out that part of my personality. It's fun; I enjoy it; I recommend everybody try it out sometime.
So, in my latest reinvention...I might not be such an animal hater afterall. I mean...honestly now...it's a reinvention that has been in the works...dating back to July of 2003...when I went veg. I already have stopped eating the animals. It was just a matter of time before I started to like them. I mean, they're not all that bad. I just hate it when they smell. Ick. But this morning I was reading my book in the HOE living room when I heard my neighbor's cat meow. And for a second there, I thought...ooh, I want a cat. (Gasp!) I quickly snapped out of it and turned my head to look around and make sure nobody heard my thoughts. Could it be? Mollie Gamo does not hate cats and actually, just maybe, wants one? I couldn't believe what I was thinking. At first I thought...oh gah, I can never admit to anybody that I might actually like an animal...what will that do to my animal-hating reputation? But then I thought of what B-rad said. I now realize this is just one of my reinventing myself situations...and I'm fine with it. I admit it...for a moment there, I wish I had a cat. I'm not afraid to admit it. It's 2004. I'm reinventing my animal hater side. Now, this does not mean that I'm okay with all animals...I still really hate big dogs. I'm still a hater in that sense. But I'm learning that I can be tolerant around some animals and just actually, maybe, like them. Huzzah for the animals!
I'd like to proudly point out that before I posted this poll on my blog, LSU was up with something like 77% and USC only had about 13%. Since then, USC has taken over LSU...I'm not saying I'm responsible for this right-ing of a wrong, but I do think I had something to do with it...I guess all three of you who actually read my blog voted a gazillion times each. (Shrug.)
I can't believe it...it's only Wednesday.
This completely sums up how I am feeling.
Does anybody want to join me next Humpday at the Largo to see Jill Sobule? She's really good...Laurel and I promise.
If you haven't already figured out, we handle a broad range of services, catering to both men and women. Financial obligations are open for discussion, however, it probably would aid your research to know that of all our franchises, we at HOE offer the best deals for you. What is HOE, you ask? Why silly...House of Escorts...of course. Some of you may be most familiar to the common description of HOE...the apartment of Skye, Annie, and I...but I'm here to remind you that we are a professional service with an actual official name, so please use it as appropriate. We are a fine institution and we hope our reputation precedes us. This branch of our services may sometimes also be referred to the Regent HOE...whichever you prefer is fine. I also want to take this opportunity to inform you about the grand opening of I-HOE in Santa Monica. It is our very first International House of Escorts and they will be catering to men only. All other questions will have to be directed to my friend Alex. We all look forward to your business and hope you will come stay with us soon. Thanks and have a great day.
-HOE staff
People keep asking me what my New Year's Resolution is. Honestly, I wasn't going to make any resolutions because, speaking of past experiences, I never keep them. I mean, really...who does actually keep them? Of course, I'm always thinking of ways to improve my life...better my self. When it comes down to it...that's the ultimate goal in life...happiness. But instead of making resolutions that I'm going to break...this year I am just going to hope for the best and do what I can. Most important, I'm going to try and live my life with more confidence. I really think I can do this. I feel it. This is the year. 2004 baby (forgive me for using that word). Enough of this wishy washy bullshit. This is the year I take a stand. (You know what? Fuzz it! Baby, baby, baby!) No fear...I will not be afraid to be who I am and do what I want to do. I can do this. I can totes do this. It's 2004 and I deem this the year of no regrets. Whatever happens happens. Whatever the fuzz ever. I'm really excited about this new chapter in my life. Then on the other side...things that I say I'd like to do but am not so excited about...work out more often, eat more healthily, save money, become a member of the Church of Scientology...you know...the not so fun stuff. I guess it can't always be a party. Whatever the fuzz ever. So...resolutions (but not exactly)....those are my big plans for 2004. Heppy New Year to me! Huzzah!
I'm slowly discovering color! Soon enough, this website is going to be a rainbow of colors....hmmm.
Okay, yes, to recap my Southern holiday...I did get drunk with the ducks at the Peabody on New Years Eve, I watched the ultimately-not-so-stinkin' Rose Bowl and was able to glimmer with Trojan pride, I walked in Memphis with my feet 10 feet off of Beale...I took on Pat O'Brien's, Silky O'Sullivans (I might be making that name up), The Tap Room, B.B. King's, and Alfred's...I heard more hip hop music on this trip than in my entire life, I discovered the true definition of "dive bar", I ate collard greens, black eye peas and sauerkraut on New Year's Day, I lost my voice (then miraculously got it back...humph, the day I go back to work...how convenient), I learned how to shoot toothpicks at the ceiling, I heard Paul Simon's "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover" for the first time (I love it, I love it, I love it), I learned how to open a non twist-off bottle using the edge of a table, I ate cheese grits and watched football (how Southern is that), I've realized the importance of a pitcher of Margheritas when eating Mexican food, I danced my ass off, I met a guy with a little boy in the face, I got turned on to the Indigo Girls, I rubbed elbows with Elvis in Graceland (he really is alive), and I was educated on U.S. Designs 1975-2003 at the Memphis Brooks Museum of Modern Art. All this Southern comfort and no meat was consumed... :) Oh and there were a whole lot of "uh huh's" and "uh oh's". Memphis really was great...as was the Cracker Barrel in Jackson, MS. Now, it's back to work...a poopload of work. Hmm...umm, yeah.
Woo woo Memphis! It's 2004 baby and as the blue jazz singer at the tap room on Beale Street said, "all that was wrong in 2003...do right in 2004." Woo woo. This is it peeps...we are in the naughts. No more of this millenium bullshit...we are officially in the 21st century. Let me take a moment to say MEMPHIS is AWESOME...talk aboot southern hospitality! The Taylor's on Buckingham are great. Their house is like the Cheers bar. People stop by and it's one of those places where everybody knows your name. Heh heh. Maybe that was a little cheesy, but it's okay, it's part of my 2004 personality. I also got to see Merm while in town. Girl is just the same as I remember her. I miss her. On New Year's Eve we went downtown to the Peabody Hotel and to Beale Street. We partied like Rockstars. I met a clown...two actually....Tank and Kook...that's right, Kook. They ruled. Tank made me a balloon flower corsage. It was awesome. We partied until we could walk no more and I kissed a gay boy at midnight. I might have kissed Rich too. I can't remember. I was a little heppy from the beverages of that night. Hmmm....good times. I head back to l.a. tomorrow, out of Jackson, via Detroit. Woo woo. Let's hope I don't get snowed in. :) Memphis is awesome!
Oh yeah, let's not forget one of the best moments of 2004 so far...
"We came out here and did what we had to do...and I think we just won a National Championship!" -USC Head Coach Pete Carroll after the Trojans trampled Michigan 28-14 in the Rose Bowl
FIGHT ON!