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We left Copenhagen today. I shed a tear. Other than that a whole lot of nothing has gone on. The cast has this entire cruise off because the ship has been chartered out to a Jazz Charter. All we have to do is work doors for the shows and that’s its. This music is insane. The ship is alive all hours of the day with a different band playing every few minutes somewhere on the ship. They have big jazz names too so its not like a rinky dink charter. I haven’t heard of any of them but I hear they are the top of the top. Marcus miller, herbie hancock, some woman named DeDe. Yeah, I’m not much help on that but its amazing. The ship is 50%african American and 50%caucasian. The vibe is so cool and relaxed and everybody is just having fun. I’m in heaven cause I’m surrounded by cool black women.

Lets see, our new event manager is a scum bag. He is rude, socially awkward, and sexually harasses me. This is the guy that hooks up with somebody every few weeks, usually of the cast. I haven’t said one word to him and he is always staring at me, touching me, or making some sexual joke. I’m about one joke away from reporting him, I’m not even kidding. Today he said my shirt was unbuttoned too much and although he enjoyed the show I was giving and liked talking about my chest I needed to button it one more button. Said that if I can’t button my shirts I should buy one that fits. DEAD TO ME!!!!! And he expects to get with me after that? Think again friend. And he looks like a fucking bird with jacked up hair, chicken legs, and a gut. Fix yourself before you try to get cute with me.(tried to channel my sister on that one)

Um what else, I have definitely realized the moment I step off the ship I come to life again. I don’t have any distractions here on the ship so all I do is think. Its really not healthy. I’ve had some scary decisions pop in and out of my head that I don’t know are valid because all I do is sit and brood. Does that make sense? But yeah, its definitely hard to clear your head and not get consumed with yourself being inside a giant metal vessel. Any connection to the outside world is welcome but that’s very rare. Anyways, I don’t want to spend any money but I can’t stay on the ship and in order to get off the ship I’ll have to spend money, be it on a taxi or lunch or a new shirt. Whatever. I’m going to lunch tomorrow with Ferd and Ric in Germany. Then going to see a band play later that night. Guess I’m spending money. Anything to find a moment of joy.

Lesson of the Day: working out only makes you look fierce and looking fierce only gets you more attention and more attention only makes you a slave to your fans. Chain me up.

Lesson #2 of the Day: lesson #1 is only for the sick and masochistic. True happiness comes from inside and can only be promoted through heavy drinking. Right dad? :)