I’ve recently fallen in love with Tumblr. I like its layout, what it can do, and just how pretty everything is. So…. I’m moving my blog to there entirely. Just type in http://www.jeffery-self.com
Be sure to notice the “-” in between my first and last name or else you’ll end up at the former jefferyself.com which is now owned by some sort of foreign travel website. I know nothing about foreign travel but something tells me they know nothing about season three of “Grace Under Fire”.
So… in reality…. both jeffery-self.com and jefferyself.com will have things to offer you but…. if its me you’re looking for go to: http://www.jeffery-self.com
See ya there!
I WAS arrested but I totally had time to blog (more so really) I just didn’t feel like it because I’ve been spending so much time going to dog fights and pool halls with Chet and Tito, my cell mate buddies from the clink.
Okay. You’re right. I wasn’t arrested this week I just have been busily working on the next two episodes of ‘Jeffery and Cole Casserole’ and blogging time has gotten away from me. The whole getting arrested thing is just my fascination with the fact that Lindsay Lohan is apparently getting arrested this week because she’s at the Cannes Film Festival and doesn’t have her passport to come back to the US or something ridiculous like that. I feel bad for that lady and hope she works her shit out and finds what she’s looking for.
Last night I went to see this show thats playing in New York right now called ‘Everyday Rapture’ and in it, there’s a section about moving to New York and leaving home to make what you want for yourself a reality, no matter what. She tells the story of getting here… its own fascinating journey entirely…. once here, her depictions and first memories of this place are all very vivid and touching…. throughout the story of her first night here in Manhattan, one that takes her all over town until she’s watching the sun come up on that bench from ‘Annie Hall’…. she interweaves the gorgeous Harry Nilsson song ‘I Guess The Lord Must Be In New York City’…. which ends with the lyric…. “For the first time I’ll be free.”
I found it way powerful and moving. I couldn’t help but remember my own self and my own first night here…. out until the sun the came up….. standing on 48th street…. and thinking about how insanely different all of this is than my Dad’s backyard, where I’d stood in the soggy grass the night before.
I looked around me now at what was a nice spring night, with a cute boy, getting to spend all day working on something I feel so fucking excited about, getting to live here in this crazy place, and being aware when I love it and hate it and just need to take a nap…. and I felt very lucky….. and completely ‘free’.
I walked away last night feeling pride for getting here…. and hoping lots of other people who want to do the same will make that happen for themselves….. cause you can. No matter where you are….. be it Rome, Georgia…. Topeka, Kansas…. or stuck without a passport at the Cannes Film Festival…. get to where your heart wants to be and I think thats when shit starts to work out.
Word up. It’s Tuesday. Woot Woot. Tuesday train pulling into the station. Uuuuuuuuuh huh. Hold onto your hat, son. It’s gonna get blown away by the Tuesday train. Aw shit. Hope it ain’t late cause if that shit’s late I’m gonna be late gettin’ to Wednesday Town. Aw. Naw. Here she comes. Here she comes. Tuesssssssday.
That was my way of avoiding writing anything substantial here because I’m feeling kinda groggy from the NyQuil I took last night. I had all these reallllly intense dreams that I’d gone out for a really big night out on the town last night. I was at some loud bar making out with somebody I wasn’t supposed to make out with and drinking way too much, which I knew was a bad idea because I’ve been sick. I woke up in my NyQuil haze assuming it had really happened and was mortified by the lack of memories I had of the night. The fears stayed with me even after I got up from bed and showered…. I showered considering the idea that maybe I HAD gotten up in my NyQuil daze and somehow found my way into a cab, going somewhere, and met up with friends I only knew in the middle of the night, and gone out to some wild, jungle-y looking club, and made out with that dude…. and made an all around ass of myself to the bartender (who lets say but comedic effect was played by Richard Dreyfuss in my dreamworld).
By the time I flossed my teeth, I was pretty much back on planet Earth and understanding the fact that I had dreamt my Monday night on the town but nonetheless…. it was a strange, stressful feeling.
I visited with a friend I hadn’t seen or really talked to in a while yesterday. It was neat to rehash the past six months of our lives. Made the issues of the past two weeks seems so silly and small. Can’t imagine what rehashing the past six years would feel like. We talked about the things, the big things, we’d been wanting and he reminded me of what our mutual friend Ashley always says, which is to put what you truly want into the universe and to be SPECIFIC.
I have a couple big things I want to happen in the next year. One main thing.I’m not quite sure how to make it happen or how to even begin imagining but it feels right, and possible, and real so last night right before my NyQuil kicked in and I started dreaming about the crazy night I was just sure I was actually having in real time….. I asked the universe for something very specific and I’m gonna continue doing so throughout this next year and I think that sort of specificity will inspire me, my sometimes lazy drive to be productive, my thoughts, and the universe to roll my world toward that desired direction.
So lets start rollin’.