THM stops writing in this ridiculous blog!

You know...it's funny...I just read someone's comment in the last entry that my blog was, well, not so good.

And I realized that it was, in fact, a gross understatement.

My blog is now worse than those blogs I used to make fun of where people would talk about what TV dinners they ate that night and expect a book deal for seven figures. Much better pictures, though...I will pat myself on the back for that one.

Take care y'all!

Be well.

And thanks very very much for reading and giving me something to do and share.

-THM

San Francisco

Just got back from a weekend in San Fran.

Will post some pics shortly.

Been working and hanging out with the Serbs at Hidden in Santa Monica.

I've been burning the candle at about 3 ends, lately.

Could have easily taken home a pretty hot Thai chick last night that I was dancing with. Might have even done it, too, if I didn't have to go back to work that same night. It is really hard to do a good online session when you're three sheets to the fucking wind.

Good thing the show isn't going to air on national TV or anything.

Funny, I could have taken home another hot chick the night I had to get on the plane for San Fran at 6 in the morning.

That's sort of fucked up, man....it really is.

Hidden Serbs.

I walked into the bar on Main St. in Santa Monica.

I was hoping that Galina was going to be there, but I had a strong feeling that she wasn't going to show.

I'd already blown it.

Last weekend, I'd asked Anita to come home with me, at five in the fucking morning, and that feeble attempt had failed outright. Of course, the Serbs are a very pride-filled people (and who can blame them) and a tight knit group, besides.

That meant that I was fucked.

I was completely fucked.

Because, of course, everyone would hear that I had asked Anita to come home with me (and furthermore that it had failed) and that would be the end of me on two counts.

Because, if she'd said yes, and I'd fucked her really well, then that would work in my favor even though I had decided on her rather than another girl.

But no...it was the worst of both worlds.

Nice one!

So, when I walked past the velvet rope at Hidden and checked out the situation, I was not surprised to find my worst fears confirmed...none of the Serbian girls I was attracted to were present. For the FOURTH NITE IN A ROW.

My luck in this country had gone downhill ever since I got back from Buenos Aires, and dramatically so.

I got laid, but good, in Buenos Aires, and I was really feeling the withdrawal of it. It was very fucked up situation.

So I talked to Decky the DJ for a while--which was fun--and waited for Gogi and friends to show up.

Meanwhile, there was a large party of foreigners, in the cabana next to us, celebrating someone's birthday. Definitely some hotties in there, too, I noticed. The party looked like they represented about 10 different countries.

I decided to go to the bathroom, and, along the way, check out the local talent.

I got to the bathroom and two Iranian chicks were there (but very Americanized), waiting for the ladies room, and they were gossiping about one of their friends (and, as usual, talking about what a slut she was).

I made some small talk but I wasn't really interested. Although, I did notice that the one closest to me was very attractive.

It's just that she seemed apathetic, in the worst way, in that typical LA actress way. She was wearing a black and white houndstooth blouse and a black miniskirt, and some high heeled pumps.

She was very hot, but she just didn't seem to possess much in the way of anything inside her brain, and that was putting it in the best light.

The men's door opened and I offered if they wanted to go in before me and they declined.

"You're such a sweetheart!" the one further away from me exclaimed.

I took a piss, finished, and went back to my cabana and talked to a few Serbs, but none of the chicks had shown up, still.

I was drinking with Gogi and Techa (a new friend who is a director) and that was cool but I was really digging the idea of getting laid which I usually don't give a shit about, but tonight for some reason I really did care. I was lonely as fuck, lately, and it was really bothering me these past few days.

Anyway, time passed and that girl in the checkered blouse--from the bathrooms--was in the cabana next to ours, as chance would have it, and she kept peering thru the little cut out window in the wall and flirting with me.

But being the apathetic asshole that *I* am, I mostly ignored it.

Then, me and Techa went out to the front patio area for a cigarette and she peered out from the entrance to the club, and saw me, and I caught a look of recognition that she had thought I had left and just realized that I was still there.

In short, I realized, with certainty, that the chick liked me.

But like a complete and utter asshole that I am, I STILL didn't go talk to her and I let her go back inside the club and I continued talking to Techa who I really enjoy talking to, but still a man should have priorties, goddamnit.

So we finished our cigarettes and went back in there, and NOW she was dancing with some frat-looking dude and I got what I deserved for waiting like a complete fucking moron and watched some other moron with his priorities intact get what I wanted.

But that's what this world comes down to, doesn't it? You have to be on top of your shit at any given moment, or the woman of your dreams ends up marrying some dipshit actor because of timing and placement. It boggles the mind, man. It boggles the fucking mind.

Motherfucker, I thought to myself, when will I learn? WHEN?

So, again, I went behind our little velvet rope and hung out with the DJ and Gogi and Techa and it was a very odd mixture of emotions.

Gogi was leaving for Serbia soon, to go back home for good, and I wanted to pretend that it didn't bother me, that I would be fine, but it DID bother me and PLUS I wasn't getting any action with Galina whom I was hoping would be there tonight, and there was no fucking way in hell she was going to show, and just out of sheer stupidity and anger I made up my mind right then and there to give up on her.

I knew it was cutting off my nose to spite my face, but I didn't care. Fuck her, I thought. I'm done with this shit. I'm just going to find a stupid little blonde LA girl, like everyone else does, have some good sex and call it a day. I made up my mind right then and there that I was giving up on love. I simply did not care anymore.

So, finally I notice the checkered blouse chick come back into the cabana after dancing with that random frat dude and she sat down by herself....

TO BE CONTINUED...

So this is going to be sort of a disjointed rant, but here goes.

I've been working, like, 70 hour weeks for the last few weeks.

My Mom is back in Virginia supposedly selling the house and preparing to relocate to good ol La LA Land.

Having my place to myself has been, well, like fucking heaven. I mean, I'm kind of bummed that my Mom is back in her fucked up sitiuation until she sells the place in Virginia but, still, I'm really enjoying having my own place again.

So, this past Sunday I went to one of these all Serb and Croatian friend parties. We all met at La Poubelle for dinner and drinks and ended up at Samir's studio which was only a few blocks away. A bunch of the Serbs began to jam, including Samir, and it was a really good scene, man, really good scene.

I was flirting with a beautiful girl named Anita whom I've been flirting with for quite a while now, but she had a boyfriend for some time. The problem was that this new girl entered the picture, named Galina, and that complicated things.

Fucking Gogi. I really have him to thank for all these great people that have entered my life in the past few years.

Anyway, Samir is on the guitar and singing and Gogi is playing bass, and I'm playing the bongos, and I take a break and Galina comes up to me and says:

"I was wondering where you've been lately."

"You were?"

"Yes. I have a secret to tell you."

"What is it?"

"Someone told me that you were gay a while back, or I would have flirted with you sooner!"

"Who told you that?"

"I can't remember," she said looking away.

The looking away meant that she DID know who it was and it WAS a good thing she didn't tell me because I have a very long memory for such things. A memory like a fucking elephant.

She leaned in closer, I got a look at her rack, and I that's when I became very torn between the two girls. Both very smart, gorgeous, passionate, and interesting.

I wasn't sure exactly what Anita did, but Galina did installations at the Getty museum which definitely made an already sexy chick that much sexier.

Anyway that night ended up badly, as most nights do where you can't make up your mind and decide on a course of action.

I walked Anita out to her car in the parking lot at 5am after the very long jam session ended.

We stopped at the grey VW cabriolet convertible.

"Look, Anita, I think we should hang out tonight some more."

"You mean this morning," she smiled.

"Yes, that's what I mean."

"Where?" she seemed genuinely perplexed--not coy.

"My place, of course."

"What??!"

"Yeah, come over to my place," I repeated as if she hadn't heard me.

"I can't do that! It's five o clock in the morning!"

"So?"

"So...I can't do it, that's all."

"But I never get to see you. I want to spend some time with you," I said sincerely. In point of fact, I didn't feel I had to sleep with her at all...I just didn't want her to go home and out of my sight.

"Let me spend some time with you," I repeated.

She paused. She literally stared at me and didn't say anything for about five full seconds.

Then,

"I would like to, but I can't. It's just not a good idea."

"OK. I understand," I replied, and watched her get into the car and drive off.

Damn!

Well.

There's always next time.

3 more BsAs pics...

Coke Sign, middle of the main drag (9 de Julio) in BsAs.



Two Heads are Best When You're Dead



Watching the Angel

BsAs photos, more:

skinny grave



silhouette grave



ida grave



detail coin look grave



broken cross grave



soaring grave



calma chica



Tazz bar with bartender juggling.



Palermo Track in BsAs. They take their horse racing pretty seriously, here.

Russian Neighbor's Ass, Missing.

I haven't even seen my Russian neighbor's cute little ass, lately.

I'm at work all the time, some of it spent sleeping.

You see, I discovered pretty quickly during this whole living in a small apartment with my Mom ordeal, that if I slept at work I wouldn't be woken up by Barbara Walters' voice on "The View."

Now, granted, this is not the worst way to wake up in the world, but it's close.

Hearing the German language spoken (especially male) tops that particular list. I've said it befoe and I'll say it again: Ugliest. Language. Ever.

Now French or Italian, on the other hand, you can listen to for hours and it actually causes extra synapses in your brain to fire and release that shit that causes "Runner's High."

Anyway, EVERYTHING is frustrating when you're in your thirties and you live with your Mom, in Hollywood. I've already given up some pretty fine ass, and Hungarian at that, because of this situation. That one hurt the most, I think.

But, additionally, I come home to my fucking $1500 plamsa television that I bled on the fucking cross to purchase and I can't even WATCH the fucker. Either she's sleeping, or she's watching something, or I want to watch something (containing violence or whatever) that she would bitch about.

The other day I was trying to watch "Zeitgeist" the internet movie on my computer, and I just couldn't...she kept asking me questions, turning the TV up, asking me more questions etc.

This shit is really a nightmare.

Sometimes you just need time alone, you know what I mean?

I mean if you have a family member that's depressed, it's OK for them to lean on you a lot. I think it's the CONSTANT leaning, the CONSTANT presence of the depression, not having their own schedule, agenda, plus the depression, that makes it so unbearable.

Plus, it's time for me to fuck a hot chick or two, again, and this is really getting ridiculous.

I'm really starting to miss the shit out of Buenos Aires right now. And Barbara for that matter.