Thank you God, another year is about to bite the dust (RIP).
This is another year who deserved to die & won't be remembered w/ much fond memories.
The year didn't start too bad I guess, I was freshly moved back down to Hollywood.
A great learning experience, don't ever ever move in w/someone you haven't spent a few
days living with before the 'big' definite move. It has worked perfectly before but not this
time. I simply can't live with people who needs to talk, talk and talk. I favor silence to lots
of chatting, as an artist, living with someone who doesn't get the high and low and
capricious mood of the creative process is impossible.
walked in on you having some mad sex and about to get off and brutally throw you back
down. It's rather impossible to catch the same groove, ride the same wave and build the
mood back up! No need to say the consequences are devastating and damaging to the
interraction and I may just bite a big chunk of you and chew on it until I turn you into
emotional pulp, not that I want to but don't bust my groove, just don't.
I can deal with sexual frustration but will never ever tolerate creative frustration!
So if you think I'm cute and all that good stuff, remember I don't look that jamming with
smoke coming out of my nostrils and ears and my claws digging into you 'til I draw blood.
Hope the visual was dissuasive enough, flee if you don't get it....
goes' day immunity for a day. So I was drunk, kissed a couple of people and took some
naughty pictures and went home, span myself to sleep like only Apple Martinis can do
mixed w/Champagne! We don't get drunk or drink but when we do, we are doing it with
lots of class and the big way, we are on a mission to have fun!
I met up with Steve Stevens which whom I spent the whole afternoon, met George
Lynch who emailed me shortly after, caught up with my old buddy Jeff Pilson,
even got him to autograph me a picture which made both of us giggle. I run into
Paige Haley who I have not seen in years and Tracy Dali gave me and Valerie passes for
the bass jam which got me to commit the ultimate crime, blowing off a Snakepit gig to see
TM Stevens, Larry Graham, Steve Bailey and Niacin. Sorry if it ruins anybody's image
of me being a rock chick and the rumour I started myself of having a crush on Slash
so people would focus on him and lay off finding out who I truly liked.
Feb 2nd, I run into Stevie Salas for a minute & later on my ex 'husband' from the past
august. I can't remember his name but he has THE best pick up lines and look ravagingly
hot! He is a bass player in a famous band. So anyway, he came straight up to me and
planted one of this memorable French kiss on me with no further question.
Now I don't know about you BUT any hot stranger coming up to me with that kinda
attitude is going to get my attention. I'm so shy, it can only help to be that bold. Besides,
what can we talk about once it's been put that perfectly into actions?? Lost his phone
numbers & the groove got spoiled when my roommate decided to crash the
party by kicking the guy which got us into a feud, one of the many to come...
Kotzen at the Cat Club. Bonus being Richie jamming. I'm such a whore for his music,
I need to hit rehab fast. Jeff Beck was there earlier, I looked at him but being as shy as
I am, never got to talk to him. I introduced Ravi to Richie, finally, after raving about the
guy for bloody years, it was well dued. Introduced him as my ex-future husband, then
Richie sang a bit of "What You Won't Do" and the rest of the night went sleek & smooth.
heading backstage that I knew, I warned everybody that I would not do the hangers on
backstage so I didn't see Richie, Stevie and Steve Stevens who were there cuz I was
literally glued to my seat. Back to the orgasm theory, don't ever ever dare to talk
when I'm busy listening to a musical miracle like Jeff Beck or well see the above
description and you have an idea of what you are up against.
Not good, once again flee, you are better off....
all girl bday & Steve Stevens who whinned it at me for months that he was the only
guy. For the record, other people were invited but I can't force them to show up or
guarantee they would. He was sweet enough to get a birthday gift & card for Leigh Ann
and brought me a playboy bunny charm and a cd he burnt for me.
That's the last I saw him yet we talked for another few months. I recently found (while
fixing my Imac) a folder with some of our Ims which I thought I had deleted. Since he
doesn't think twice about using my own to hurt me, I've elected to keep it for eventual
use of 'curbing' in the same manner any actions he may feel like taking in the future.
who I love even though I had harcore periods with. He has came out with the most
brilliant way to get me to give up the fights. One day he sat me down with him at the
Rainbow and told me "Laure, you can write and say the ugliest things to me, we are
friends and there is nothing that will stop this." That's an attitude I can only respect
cuz when someone is willing to work with you, you need to wake up and guard it
as a precious gift instead of trashing it.
