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Josh Jackson


Last Updated: 11/20/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 33
Sign: Virgo

City: LOS ANGELES
State: California
Country: US
Signup Date: 11/2/2004

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October 23, 2009 - Friday 
i'm not allowed to make a mistake or slip and fall
you've got to stay on the up and up is what they tell me
or else... or else... or else.... or else...

or else what?
what happens when i make a bad decision?
in all the years i have left to live, i am fairly certain that i will
make at least one or two of them.
and who are you to tell me that i have crossed a finish line?









October 22, 2009 - Thursday 
I had a dream that I was at a job interview to be Molly Shannon's personal assistant.  The interview was being held in this abandoned, empty public swimming pool.  The lady who I first met put me in a stark white room with an intercom and a cold floor.  There was one other person: this girl who smoked a lot of pot.  We ended up talking and then she rolled a joint and so I smoked some with her and started getting very paranoid.  I wasn't sure when  Molly Shannon was going to show up but I knew that I was way too stoned to be at a job interview.  When Molly Shannon did walk in, I admitted to everything.  I said, "We were just waiting here and we got stoned because we were waiting and I'm sorry, I'm not usually like this.  I really don't want to make a bad first impression."  It turned out that Molly Shannon already knew we were stoned because she was listening on the other end of the intercom and she didn't really care.  I didn't think I was gonna get the job anyway, but Molly Shannon said she would call me and let me know either way.










October 20, 2009 - Tuesday 
dear god,

hope you are doing fine.
thanks for giving me more time
to find my way
out of the mess i made
and helped the obsession fade
and here i am now.

dear god,

please show me who i am
help me to think i can
no matter what they say
ground me in today
for this i pray

dear god,

please give me the strength
to want to go to any length
to resist  the path
that leads to my own wrath
that's where i fear to tread
because it wants me dead
by your hand i will be led
















October 18, 2009 - Sunday 
i wonder how people do it.  I wonder how they get through every day cause the hum drum sometimes gets boring to me.  i guess it does to everyone.  it's not like i am all that special or unique or different like i want to be, like i pretend to be.  sometimes i like who i am.  lots of times i don't.  and what's scary is this: the idea that i'm gonna end up like some crazy old man who camps out on the sidewalk and wears dirty clothes and carries a big walking stick with long, grey, stringy and oily hair .. with lots of blackheads.  i don't want to be that guy.  i don't want to smell that way.  i want to have fun.  i want to meet new people.. not "the right people" but interesting people.  people who inspire me.  i want to get a job that's not just any old fucking job like every job i've ever had before... but a job that feeds me in more ways than one.  a job that is a challenge i enjoy.  a risk i am willing to take.  a creative outlet.  i have too much but i have nothing.  i am lost and i don't know what to do so i stay lost.  you can't find me.
October 18, 2009 - Sunday 
Sak's Fifth Avenue is where I didn't buy my sunglasses
There's a certain thrift store where I can get stuff in masses
At Rite Aid, CVS or Walgreens I don't wait to checkout
and at Barney's it's so easy, I don't know what that's about

It used to be a thrill, a rush and a high
It used to be something I could even justify
But now I think it's the new addiction
It's a way I know of to cause some friction

I'm not used to things being so calm and quiet
Maybe I should change my hair and dye it
Cause this thing I'm doing is not right or good
But thrill seeking is how I feel like I should 




October 17, 2009 - Saturday 
I call my sister Pagina because she does this dance where she shakes her arms and her legs & her poo-nanny.  She calls it the pagina and I guess the name just stuck.  She's getting married to this really awesome guy, Kenny and I love Kenny a lot.  He is so nice.   There is just this warmth and love and this glow that surrounds him.  He makes whoever he's talking to feel so comfortable and I'm so glad my sister found someone like him, especially after her first husband broke her stride.  My sister is an amazing woman and I love her sooooo much.  Nobody has ever made me laugh as much as Pagina does.  I even laugh and love it when she says I'm a dirty faggot and asks about "nasty dirty fag butt sex" (another phrase she coined several years ago that will be timeless in my vocabulary, a staple for sure).

Love her!
October 14, 2009 - Wednesday 

 
The day that Farrah/Jackson died I was on Twitter, grieving, and there was a tweet from TNB contributor James Michael Blaine that went as follows:
Everyone deserves to be remembered for their best rather than their worst.
I found myself nodding as I read it and thinking to myself: Yeah. And then I imagined dead people, or dying people who were almost dead, and what lives they must have led and how they had probably made so many mistakes and hurt a ton of people (including themselves) along the way. And I thought about how normal this is, and how despite a man’s many transgressions he should be remembered for the good things he has done rather than the bad as a matter of compassion and shared humanity.
Because one day we, too, will be lying on our deathbeds, and we, too, will want to be remembered kindly, because we, too, are human and have made so many mistakes. And that’s life.
“Accentuate the positive,” I said to myself.
And for a moment I felt all warm inside.
And then, almost immediately, I found myself thinking: Bullshit.
And then, sort of lazily, my mind turned to Hitler (quintessential Evil Bastard), and I started thinking about how Hitler deserves to be remembered for all the very worst things he did, deserves to be derided as a human shit stain for eternity and held up as a paragon of gross failure and despicable murderous lunacy.
And so then I tweet-replied to James Michael Blaine and said: Even Hitler?
And James Michael Blaine responded: Re: Even Hitler? Hitler loved dogs.
I think he was thinking and writing in accordance with his better angels on an unusual day of Celebrity Death, and I know he was being sincere. It’s a defensible position. Probably even admirable. But at the moment I can’t say that I agree with it. At least not entirely.
I wonder what that says about me.
I think some human beings are complete pigfuckers and deserve to be remembered for their very worst behavior.
At least I think that’s what I believe.
But that then begs the question: At what point does a human being cross the “complete pigfucker” line? What is the threshold? When does a man lose his right to be remembered for all his best good deeds and attributes?
And: What would Jesus do?
And: Pretty much everyone is totally forgotten, eventually.
It makes me think of Hunter S. Thompson’s infamous Nixon obituary “He Was a Crook,” which refused to play nice and take on a conciliatory tone. A complete evisceration to the end. No mercy.
 
Hitler in the context of villainy as an obvious, relatable example.
“Hitler is so much scarier and more disturbing when you know that he painted water color landscapes and was relatively good with his children and loved dogs.”
Go ahead and be puzzled for a second...
but even Darth Vader had a strain of good in him.
Did Hitler have a similar strain? Could he have been rehabilitated? Or was he too far gone?
 
Too far gone.
 
“We’re a virus with shoes.” -Bill Hicks
 
I have to go now.
October 14, 2009 - Wednesday 
Last night I was driving into Hollywood up to the Hotel Cafe. I went to park my car and there was a parking attendant standing at the entrance to an adjacent lot. He was a black man smoking a cheap cigar. I asked him how much, and he said, “Eight bucks, all night.” He then proceeded to stand there, hunched over, head inside my passenger window, explaining exactly how I should park my car.
“Nose in, all the way up, complete stop, emergency brake…”
He had a routine. A script that he seemed to have memorized. And he said it to me in a way that seemed to indicate that he liked his work. He liked reciting this script. He liked taking people’s money and telling them exactly where and how to park their cars.
“Alright, brother. We’ll see you at 2 a.m.”
Two light slaps on my passenger door. That was how he finished. Then he waved me forward into the lot.
It was a very small exchange but it made an impression on me. Just the fact that this guy would sit out there, day after day, in searing summer heat, smoking cheap cigars, probably getting paid hardly anything, taking pleasure in telling people where to park their cars for the LA-typical sum of eight dollars. (Shit: Who knows? Maybe he owns the lot and is making a killing. Maybe that’s why he’s in such a good mood.)

But probably not.

Somebody else probably owns the lot and this guy just works there for minimum wage or close to it, and he enjoys himself. He’s friendly. He does his work.
I don’t mean to paint him as a saint or make him out to be better than he is. I’m just saying that his behavior struck me.
Parking lot attendants aren’t usually very friendly.
October 14, 2009 - Wednesday 
First things first: Be careful not to worry too much. But don’t worry too little, either, because then you might wind up with even more to worry about than you originally bargained for. And it’s important to bargain. It’s important to be frugal and exercise caution. And it’s important to exercise, too. You have to stay fit. Because if you stay fit, your mind will be sharp, and that will help you bargain well. Otherwise, you’ll get taken for a ride.
And generally speaking, you don’t want to get taken for a ride -unless, of course, you’re going somewhere. And if you are going somewhere, just remember to wear your safety belt. Be sure to consider the risks. Nothing is guaranteed in this life, and you have to be ready for anything. Existence, like confidence, is always fleeting. Embrace every moment. But don’t embrace every moment so freakin’ tightly that you wind up trying to hold on to moments that are actually fleeting in the first place. Because you can’t hold on to the past, no matter how hard you try, and you need to remember that, first and foremost.
You can’t catch the wind.
This isn’t to say that you shouldn’t learn from the past. Certainly you should learn from the past. Certainly you should be cognizant of the past as you make your important life decisions. But at the same time, you have to remember that you can’t spend your existence living in the past, just like you can’t spend your existence living in your parents’ basement anymore, either, because they finally kicked you out after all these years.
Fact of the matter is, you can’t hold on to anything.
But you should always try to hold on to the ones you love, because they won’t be around forever. Good health, like everything else, is temporary. If you’re lucky enough to be blessed with good health, you have pretty much everything in the world you could ever want, except for money and fame and a significant other.
Point being: In order to get rich and create healthy relationships, you have to employ the power of positive thinking. Negativity is always the enemy. Declare preemptive war against it—and then declare preemptive victory. Learn how to find silver linings in even the grimmest of circumstances. Look for the silver, yes—but stay away from mercury. Mercury causes birth defects, and it can also give you cancer.
You may find it frightening to hear such things. This is normal. Breathe deep. The point isn’t to always be fearless; the point is that you can’t let your fear overwhelm you. You have to make your fear work for you. You have to employ it—but never enslave it. You have to read The Gift of Fear. If you allow your fear to overwhelm you, you will lose your ability to intimidate people.
Moral of the story: Stand up and be courageous. Remember the timeless words of Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and be terrified of fear. To do anything less would be cowardly. But at the same time, never be afraid of things like failure, or ideas. Ideas are only thoughts, and, like failure, they eventually happen to everyone. Some of your ideas will be humiliating, and others will be merely deranged. So what? Embrace them anyway! Feel free to entertain them! Water the average ones thoroughly, and smile as they flower!
Fertilize your ideas.
Nurture them.
Chuckle as they wither and die.
Last but not least, never be afraid to take chances. (This is critical.) The world doesn’t turn on the
minds of rational men who always take the safe way out and spend the majority of their tragic existences bowing at the altar of an endless Plan B. Rather, it turns on the minds of irrational men who refuse to accept the limitations of a deeply stagnant and ultimately unsatisfying status quo.
Harebrained human beings with fire in their eyes.
Passionate human beings with a tendency to fidget.
Misanthropes. Drunks. Narcissists.
Antisocial comic book enthusiasts who are secretly addicted to Vicodin.
Join their ranks immediately, and go forth boldly, with confidence. Do not allow yourself the comfort of an easy road, a road that is devoid of risk and genuine inspiration, because one day all too soon, you’re going to wake up in a room that smells of formaldehyde—a urinous, lonely room with floral-print wallpaper and a window that looks out on a solitary bare oak tree. And as you lie there in silence on a late autumn day, a heavyset nurse with a persistent stutter will walk into the room with her pantyhose going swish, swish, swish, and this heavyset nurse with a persistent stutter will look into your eyes while feeding you fortified yogurt, and she will t-t-tell you that ev-ev-everything is gonna b-b-be alright, and before you have a chance to agree with her, you’ll realize that you’re way too weak from anesthesia to remind her that you’re actually lactose intolerant.
October 13, 2009 - Tuesday 
to prove we're not barbarians
we dress ourselves like savages
to prove we're civilized people
we want to wear the flashy clothes.

we lease our cars from mercedes benz
to chase after ladies' rear ends
we think we will impress them 
but they still turn their backs

L.A. People are funny
with hearts poisoned by money
it's always hot and sunny 
when you take the dark shades off.