what is the word

Last nite I went to go see this band The End of the World at Joe's Pub. They were supposed to go on at 11:30. I got there promptly at ten minutes to midnite & there were still two bands ahead of them. Even more annoyingly, my Johnny Black was ten dollars & the place was overflowing with hipsters. I felt like I was in Chicago for some reason (expensive drinks aside). I'm well aware that there are loads of hipsters right here in New York, practically in my own backyard (if I had one), but the ones at Joe's seemed to be of the Chicago breed. Mostly very cute, young-looking boys, with tortured expressions, the best intentions & really, really, really good hair -- the sort of boys one should avoid at all costs.

I left before I got to see The End of the World play. I think I was there about fifteen minutes. I gulped down my scotch & bolted. Off to Milady's where the hair is bad, the pool game is fierce, & the intentions are wicked.

Side note: I've been sort of anti-blog the last couple of days. Sometimes it feels funny that I'm posting this shit for all to see. Sometimes it annoys me that friends (not naming any names) may be keeping up with me via blog rather than the usual method of telephone, drinks, email, etc. Note to friends: I am much juicier in person! Call me. I promise gossip.

More importantly I've been working on my writing. The act of blogging has been driving me to write more, and, paradoxically, writing has been driving me away from my blog. Quel dilemme! Anyway I'm working on a story that is really a necessity for me to write. Andy Warhol once said: "If there's ever a problem, I film it and it's no longer a problem. It's a film." That's pretty much how I feel about writing in a nutshell. I've had this annoying problem for the last oh, year or so, & it's time to do away with it.

The question is, when you start blogging all your experiences, is it no longer your life -- but rather a blog?