I Get High

...with a little help from my friends! Also, to clarify, I mean high on life. And tacos and pitchers of margaritas!!  I'm feeling ultra sensitive lately and nothing seems to help more than time and seeing old friends. They can always help me back away from a ledge (not literally, relax) even if only for a moment.

There we are at Bowery Poetry's This is Your Song Open Mic night on the last Sunday of every month! Fat and happy after a great dinner at Tacombi. Get the side of corn w/chipotle mayo and then crispy fish tacos. Or beef. or anything really because that place is perfect. And obviously a pitcher of the Paloma to wash it all down! Also, that's TAG client Meghann Wright.

Gearing up for my first show in sometime and it's on HALLOWEEN! I'm heading back to Staten Island to the revamped #Hashtag bar (formerly known as Full Cup). If you haven't any plans, put on a costume and come enjoy burlesque, live music and great company at BOOLesque!

Still debating my second act for Friday -- come out and see what happens?!

Ciao for now,

TT

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Well these emotions aren’t gonna eat themselves!

Ugh, so typical while I’m over here crying and getting chunkier than I’d like, I’m sure he’s out on town after hours having a blast (although drinking his emotions and growing his own belly). He will have no trouble finding someone to bide his time with and she will not be lack luster. She will be clueless, and faithful and eventually hurt, but unfortunately that doesn't make me feel better. I want her to be me. I was really into this guy. I don't think it'll ever work out in the end but who knows! For now I'm just really really really bummed out about it and it's affecting me physically.

That said, how the fuck do you find the motivation to be physically fit? I know the experience is different for everyone but I have NEVER been one to head to the gym or take up jogging or anything exercise related on a regular schedule. When the weather is nice it definitely kick starts my mood (naturally), but even that fizzles. I also have a desk job working against me. Ideally, because I don't have to be here so early, I'd wake up earlier and get my heart rate going for even a bit. Starting is always the hardest part...

Have very few shows booked and that's usually definitive of how I'm feeling off the stage unfortunately. Coming up is Halloween night in Staten Island which is always a blast.

I hope you're all fairing well, sorry to be such a bummer...

Ciao for now,

TT

Passive Aggressive Brain

What is it about doing the right thing that always feels SO wrong?
The pain, the sadness, the anger, and even guilt...particularly in head vs. heart matters.
(And specifically, my subconcious desire to have my dude show up to my birthday even though it would have ruined all of my i decided to separate from my dude for good plans!!)

I'm so mad that I have a good head on my shoulders. Doesn't that sound so pathetic? Like for one second, I wish I didn't make a sound decision because I wouldn't have to sleep alone on the weekends. Or I'd have someone, a man, to focus my energy on. Someone, a man, to perhaps make future plans with. Someone, a man, to have dinner with.

When I'm not feeling down or when I'm feeling most like myself I know that all sounds so small. That all the other good in my life is worth celebrating and the other things will work out if I keep the faith.

I had a beautiful birthday celebration at home with friends from all different walks of life. Old jobs, current jobs, college, and even family. It was quite the reminder of how fortunate my life really is and I'm really looking forward to my 31st year! The night before I had a blast as emcee for a Burlesque Bikini Bootcamp showcase at Drom. Not a bad way to start another year.

Ciao for now,

TT

PS: These are starting to be Waiting until Wednesday for Tina Tassels ;)

Onwards and Upwards

Major thanks to Chelsea of Honey & the Misbehavers for dragging me (not exactly kicking and screaming) to my first Imelda May concert. She sang this amazing song from her new album Tribal and it turned into a sing-along with the audience and REALLY made a huge impact on me. It was a moment of clarity. Tears of joy, sadness, hope, everything...


I've never been a huge fan of hers, but seeing her live is a different ball game and I highly recommend it sooner than later.

Without disclosing further detail I'm separating from my dude for good. We mentally live in different places and it will be best for the both of us to just let it go.

Sorry for the delay in posting, yesterday was a busy day and Monday I was coming down from an angry with the universe ledge.



Ciao for now,

TT