the awesome/terrifying freedom

dear lord above. clay aiken's album is number 1.

maryindiana tells me to check out the new issue of 'in touch' magazine for some juicy fodder on clay. will have full report later.

walt, also in indiana sent me a heart-felt apology for the behavior of black people in movie theatres. no need to apologize! i think there's much to be said for yelling at the screen. just as long as you know what you're getting into when you buy your ticket.

so i watched the jamie johnson's documentary on his rich friends 'born rich' the other day. wow. rrrgh. rich kids suck. except for jamie. he seems well adjusted and asks good questions of his rich friends. the basic conclusion of the film is that rich kids are just as normal, or just as fucked up as everyone else, just moreso, because they have unlimited resourses with which to express their normality or fuckeduppedness.

take for example cody franchetti, infuriatingly sexy heir to his family's textile billions. he says 'i'm always dealing with the struggle between intellectualism and sex. when i'm reading a book all i can think about is getting pussy. when i'm getting pussy i'm thinking about the book.' he does modeling because he's bored. he plays classical piano because he's bored. he colelcts antique telephones because he's bored. he fucks every open hole because he's bored. amazing.

i worry about money so much - i just can't imagine not having that struggle. in some ways i'm envious of jamie johnson because he has everything, knows that he'll never have to work in his life, and is desperately trying to find an avenue through which to channel his seemingly unnecessary energies. i imagine all the things i would do with that money, but then i wonder if i would ever have these aspirations if i had been born into it. poor poor rich kids.

ivanka trump also seemed suprisingly well adjusted. she's cool. i'd do'er. except for that whole vagina thing. but it'd be worth it for the moolah.