Archive for March, 2010

Patience is a virtue, at least that is what my grandmother always told me. Her favorite book to read me to sleep with was “The Book of Virtues”. She tells me that I was complicit in this nightly ritual, however, I do not recall a single story at this juncture in my life. That might explain a lot. I’m thinking I should add this to my Amazon wishlist, if for no other reason than to appease my own collective conscience.

I like to think of myself as a patient person. I generally describe myself as “more than patient” when asked a direct question about my ability to handle the matter. However, it seems that more and more often I am being told to wait a little longer and just “be patient”. If I can’t work harder to resolve a situation, which would most definitely be my first choice, I can sit and twiddle my thumbs with the best of them.

However, this is no excuse for the practice I have come to notice in people around me which causes me to exercise this virtue. I am asked to wait… for an unreasonably long time very frequently. And we’re not talking about at the DMV. My friends and colleagues seem to make a habit of stalling and dilly-dallying that would blow the mind of a less patient person. I find it downright selfish, and while I can manage, this is my calling out to all the people who can’t seem to make a plan, pick a time and then stick to it (give or take an hour).

I’m going to quit blogging away now and go watch a movie with my roommates, I think they’re waiting on me…

I’m sitting in my hotel room and have been staring at a blank, white screen for the past hour. It’s the little things that end up mattering the most when you’re away from home. I live for the texts from friends, a good nights sleep when I return to my hotel and my next meal. I really, really live for my next meal.

This hotel is situated in a shopping center with a few chain restaurants and provides free breakfast and dinner if you can manage to eat in the hour and a half time frame in which it is provided. I don’t do so well with time lines, especially when I’m in the Midwest on pacific standard time. It’s like my system innately bucks being on someone else’s schedule and refuses to be hungry until a solid hour past when I could easily get a meal.

It’s never occurred to me before to order pizza and have it delivered to my hotel. Aiden Ashley is here with me, and I’ve elevated her to genius status for thinking of it Not only do they deliver, we ordered online and got an exact time of delivery. Genius. The hotel also provided us with free DVDs. I have no intention of leaving my bed this entire trip, save for my time at the club or possibly bed hopping into Aiden’s.

xoxo,

Tiffany

I am on the road again, and arrived today in St. Louis with my partner in crime for the week, Aiden Ashley. It’s an odd feeling being on the road with someone new. Most of the time I view my work and my place in this industry as a largely solitary one. Every day is a new person or place that I’ve become adept at navigating on my own.

I’m typing quietly in the dark while Aiden sleeps. She got shafted on the flight from LA with a middle seat on a 7:30 am flight. I slept soundly in my corner and woke to find myself in St. Louis. Now she sleeps while I idle away the hours before our first show blogging and surfing. It’s still amazing to me how many hours I can waste on the internet, especially when I find myself away from home.

Being part of a team obviously comes with advantages and disadvantages to navigate. We are making our debut tonight with a St. Patty’s Day themed show we will perform at midnight. This is her first time feature dancing, and we’re both hoping to get through it without breaking any laws or ending up in the hospital. The nerves before a show are palpable. I can sense hers, even as my own start to set in.

Counting down to the adrenaline rush I get from seeing my fans…

xoxo

People say porn is like high school. In some ways I can agree, if high school was a stagnant experience. I get bored too easily, and despite my best efforts, I am unable to shoot around the clock to keep myself occupied. My vagina, the dirty little whore that she is, probably thanks the powers that be for this.

I am constantly looking for something new to do. Today has been one of those days. I am looking to learn more, to read more, to shoot more… to possibly even acquire a hobby that has nothing to do with work.

If the one thing constant in life is change, then it would make sense that the one thing in life that one would follow in the pursuit of happiness is the pursuit of change. In this, I am waging a constant war against stagnance.

XOXO

There must be something wrong with me. I have been sentenced by the powers that be to two weeks of “taking it easy”. Apparently that means I am unable to work and not allowed to participate in strenuous activity, which I guess in my case falls into the category of work. I have a hard time with vague definitions. I also have a hard time taking it easy. So I’ve grounded myself for one week, and taken myself off the schedule to shoot for the next two. On the upside, I am allowed to walk up the stairs.

In the meantime, no one ever said I couldn’t screw around on my laptop to my heart’s content. I don’t think blogging really qualifies as work. I refuse to believe social networking sites do as well. In that matter, neither does brainstorming new ideas for work projects. My doctor really should just be happy I’m keeping my butt parked on the couch or in my bed.

And look for my side project coming in the next couple of days. I’ll go crazy, so I’m going to teach myself to cook, and blog about it. Here’s hoping I’m better at keeping up that blog than this one.

XOXO