I’ll be honest, I forgot this was here.
Part of me feels like that is a triumph. I had been writing in a blog like this since 1999, and it was always something that nagged me in the back of my head like “You should really update that.” It felt like an obligation, and I can’t remember that changed, but it did.
I happened to be finishing up grades when I saw “Prosebox” sitting in my bookmarks and suddenly remembered that this was here.
Much has happened.
I moved into the big, expensive, fancy apartment I had been eying for two years. I’m actually sitting at the French cafe around the corner right now typing this. It has been nice being near everything for once. My social life has improved, although the degree is not quite what I had hoped for. But whatever, gradual improvement is improvement.
I randomly met someone I greatly admired when I was younger. He was on television in the 90’s and has since reinvented himself as a podcaster (long before that was en vogue), tired of Manhattan and made the move to Bangkok. He was one of my comedy idols and the idea that I’m now friends with someone I watched on MTV in the 90’s is very wild to me.
But I kind of remembered that that is par for the course for my life.
I caught part of the Tyra Banks/America’s Next Top Model Documentary and suddenly remembered a very funny part of my life that I had also completely forgotten… I was friends with Janice Dickinson for a while. I ran into her at an event, and we hung out for a solid 6 months… She dragged me everywhere. I was in the background on one of her reality show episodes. She once even called while I was driving my mother around in NorCal, and when my mother picked up the phone and said hello, she replied, “Who the fuck is this?”
“This is Justin’s mother. Who is this?”
“Oh, I’ve heard all bout you, cunt! I don’t want to talk to you, put Justin on!”
My mother was totally flabbergasted until she overheard our conversation. Then for the next six months, everywhere she went she told everyone that Janice Dickinson called her a cunt. It still makes me laugh.
I’ve been so disconnected that I forgot how things in my life used to be.
Richard turned 40 a few days ago.
My stepfather is starting chemo to battle his cancer.
Everything’s crazy.
But I’ll try to remember this is here.
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