Anonymous Notes

I've read a few blog postings where people write anonymous notes directed at people who may or may not know it's directed to them as a means to get something off their chest. So, here are some quips directed at some people who may or may not know it's directed at them. No names. All confidential. If you ask me who these postings are about, I'm not going to tell you. If one of these quips is about you, I'm sure you'll recognize it instantly. I'm sure some of these people don't even read me blog. But if you do, I hope I do not offend. I'm just speaking the harsh truth. Here goes.

1. To My One Friend: I really hope you will learn to transition from you ex and find that new love you seek. Don't be afraid. We both know how short life is. Just go for it and see what happens. Like that song: "So, let go/Jump in/Oh well, what you waiting for?It's alright/'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown."

2. To My One Friend: I also hope you will get over your ex and embrace your new life set before you. I know you are scared, but I will hold your hand through it. Take a chance. We should write that book.

3. To My One Former Friend: As of this writing, you have 438 Myspace friends. You have "friends" such as Cher, Anthony Hopkins, Helen Mirren, and Miss World Germany. You do realize these people aren't really your friends, right? That you will never meet these people, right? That Cher isn't sitting there adding people, right? Oh wait, 440. You just added Mozart. Snap out of your delusional cyber-fantasy world! I mean, Nicole Richie is your "friend" but not me anymore? Are you kidding, me?! One day we will be real friends again. Until then, you continue to enthrall and appall me. Keep it up.

4. To My One Friend: You are too much of a workaholic. You don't need to work 12+ hours a day. It wouldn't hurt you to leave work a couple of hours early and hit the bars. You say you have an active social life, but you could have more of one. I really think you need to cut back a little everyday. Work isn't life.

5. To My One Friend: I know you are dissatisfied with your life, but you know you can change it. You can make it better. Let the past go and look to the present. Don't fear the future. It doesn't do any good to whine incessantly about how unhappy you are.

6. To My One Friend: We haven't hung out in a couple of weeks. You keep making pseudo plans with me of smoking, going to shows, etc, but it never seems to happen. I know you are busy, though. You better follow through with our plans for next weekend. There's lots of fun to be had together. While you're at it, dump that girlfriend of yours, already. Severe that dead limb. Get it over with already. Free yourself and be with me.

7. To My One Friend: Even though you revealed something personal to me this week, I still want us to meet up. Maybe we're each other's destiny. Maybe not. Either way, you should come to me or me to you very soon. I'm intrigued to see what will happen. I always appreciate your communication and candor. These are two traits I look for in a person.

8. To My One Friend: We haven't hung out in forever. Remember the concert we went to in October? We had a blast together. I wish you didn't live all the way in the 'burbs. I enjoyed our online conversation yesterday. I do think you're some kind of creative genius. We should collaborate on a project together.

9. To My One Friend: You haven't emailed me in a week. I fear you made have read something unsavory about you on this blog that offended you. I am sorry if this occurred. After all, you did say you just wanted to be friends and now we're not even that. Whatever.

To all the people who read my blog: I LOVE YOU!!

To all the people who don't read my blog: Fuck off.

To all the people who never return my messages: WTF? It only takes 30 seconds to send a message. I know people get busy, but c'mon! Either way get back to me. You give me a complex! If you don't get back to me, then screw you.

Segueing into a new topic: On Tuesday, the annual Academy Awards nominations were revealed. This year was the first time in like ten years I did not get up at 5 a. m. to watch the announcement. What the hell happened to me? Movies, Hollywood, and Oscars used to be my life. Every telecast I would sit there and anticipate the results. I used to have fantasies of me winning an Oscar: what I'd wear, my speech, who I would take...and now I just don't give a shit. I still love movies but don't have the urge to see all the nominated films. Living in L.A for 5 years, movies were my life. Now I don't have the desire to make films anymore. I guess I'm more of a music person now. It's kind of scary how drastically your interests can change. This makes me wonder, five years from now, will I even still be a writer? Will I still be obsessed with music? I hope so.

Speaking of movies, I did see a nominated film tonight, Notes on a Scandal. Going in to it, I didn't know what it was about, but I must say, I thought it was fucking great. Judi Dench was exquisite as a wicked, vindictive, tattered, curmudgeon lesbian. Her character's behavior is the reason why people should not be alone.

One final thought...it is wrong of me to constantly ponder songs to add to my Myspace page or what I'm going to blog about? I mean, Angelina Jolie is trying to save the children and I'm thinking about how I need find "Look Up" by Stars to add it to my profile. Is that petty of me?