Disconnected thoughts

I've not been a fount of inspiration or motivation lately, hence my absence. My life stagnates and I do not do enough to propel it forward. Must get past this laziness and get on with life. Somebody poke with a cattle prod or something.

I totally fucked up a potentially interesting hook up with a very fun/sexy lady who may or may not be reading this. Who forgets they have a concert and then has to stand up their date when they realize it the same evening? Flint does. Booooo...

On the other hand, I did see the Yeah Yeah Yeah's. Karen O is... interesting.

I'm seducing my old roomate, one of the beautiful women I've ever met, who I used to sleep with. As you can imagine, things got complicated and the relationship ended on a very, very tense note. All that is past though. She seems very comfortable being seduced by me and very clear that she doesn't want a relationship. I could leave with that. I've spent almost two years dreaming about the things I never did to her. I'll let you know how that goes but I do love a good seduction.

Saw The Departed earlier this evening, a total guygasm of a movie. Big guns, horrendous violence, excessive foul language and an incredibly sweet but very effective seduction scene with Dicaprio and Vera Farmiga. Hott! I really enjoyed the movie overall, even more than the original (Wai Keung's Infernal Affairs) which I found hard to believe in parts.

Hook ups and potential lovers seem to be all over the place for me these days. I was chatted up by a very lovely older lady at my bar the other day. Wonderfully graceful, really fun to talk to and very confident of herself. I ought to drop her a line.

It's all potential really, nothing solid. I bolloxed that first thing up and could still do the same with the others.

I've got a headache and I'm going to bed, and I'm building a new blog on which I can ramble about movies and music and fashion and shite like that and I will link it as soon as it is ready. Good night.

This message is for you. Yes, you!

Hello, is there anybody out there? What are you doing tonight? I think you should invite me to it. It is currently 8.55pm on Tuesday night and if you are reading this soon after, you should send me an email immediately at fredfflint@gmail.com so that my head doesn't explode from outrageous boredom. Look forward to hearing from you. Flint

Everything I want

Everything, not in the abstract or in the future; now, immediately, tomorrow.

1. To find a purpose, that thing that will define myself or at least give me a start on it, so I can get to work and stop hanging out in this ether like, vaguely pleasurable but soul burning limbo

2. Some real and meaningful relationships. Most of the ones I have now are just tapped out. I need new people to connect with, fresh blood and ideas, more motivated people withmore active minds. And I want a relationship with a girl too, something interesting and different that totally works. I'm fucking tired of waiting and working for that without getting anywhere.

3. Crazy, crazy sexual experiences. Hanging out with ultra liberal sex writers will do much to expand your mental space, or in my case, simply more eager to try out the insanity that's been hanging out there anyway that you're not comfortable enough to discuss even with ultra liberal, sex positive writers in the first place. I need to get out of my comfort zones in a lot of ways I think.

Item number one is most important. I don't know how everyone else defines themselves, but for me, I expect that my work and the way I live my life will be the most important definitions of who I am. I already know how I want to live my life and I've done a good deal of work on that. There is more to be done, but at least it has been defined and the work begun. As to what exactly I will spend this life doing though, I still have no clue, and that is incredibly problematic.

Been meeting new people and somewhat more aggresively pursuing new friendships although I do have some reticience left over from a Summer totally consumed by the Blonde and Opera Girl. I feel like a ma emerging from a cave. I also feel like a man reciting a laundry list. I'll write better when I'm more inspired. Sometimes this thing just serves as a notebook for my future self, cryptic references that I will one day look back on and try to decode in order to understand what exactly was going on in the space behind my pie hole at some particular period.