...In Which Anthony Is Seemingly Random in His Content

( An Open Letter to Lord Voldemort )

Got some sad news (for us, but good for the person) in the office this afternoon...happy...sad...happy...sad...happy...soon to be stressing.

I'm supposed to be finding an apartment/room in the Claremont/Upland/Montclair area for a three day a week type thing, since I'm going to have to be in Bumble-fuck San Bernardino three days a week starting soon. I've been bracing for this for a while now, but it's becoming far too real, far too fast, and I fear that it shall break me. I live in Hollywood, Long Beach, and the West Side these days, so...egads... And so far, the cheapest apartment I've found for a one bedroom is like $700 a month....which I can't afford anyway...this is not boding well...

Just confirmed by my employer that I should, in fact, take some time off. I think the freakout stress factor is reading on my face now. woot. On a side note, I'm broke. So there's that, too.

My tie is silk and a shiny grey. My shirt is black...black as my soul...

NO, goddammit, I am NOT goth...

I have too many ideas floating around in my head, and not enough skill, speed, or time to execute them properly. I want my own personal assistant to follow me around and help me keep things in order. I would like her to be about 5'2", Red headed Austrailian woman with a Swimmer's body. Please apply at antoniusrex@livejournal.com Ask for Anthony.

I'm chewing gum, and like the dumb asshole that I am, I keep biting my lip. I've now got four bloody points on my bottom lip. And I'm--OUCH...Five...I'm gonna keep chewing gum until I can work this piece of meat from my teeth, since I have no floss.

I hate sinus headaches. I woke up with one. It's gotten worse over the last five hours, and even though I took some pills for it (I don't know, Val gave them to me--they were orange and had little numbers on them), my head still hurts. Sinuses suck. Or do they blow?

The SAGIndie office is a cool bunch of folks. But sometimes I wish there was a better method to contacting folks than leaving voice mails. Like, I dunno--telepathy. I'd like that--the ability to just scream out Disney Songs and Show Tunes until someone got back to you. I think that'd work, don't you?

Going to the Last No Drink Maximum at The Parlour tomorrow night. Must show up for that. If nothing more than to thank them for a good run of cheap booze and laughter from comedy goodness. Well, that and to look at CeCe's booty. I mean, she's whatchacall fwwiiine.

I think that I'm developing an unhealthy Harry Potter Universe obsession. I want money to purchase things from here (www.lituus.org/frameset1.htm), and I'm waiting for my CD's from Harry and The Potters. Really, it's just a book...really, it is...

I'm requesting that someone shoot me. Please. Soon.

Thank you for your support.