Wednesday, January 2nd 2013 | 12:12 pm

Mavillian and I spent New Year’s around ye old stomping ground. We (Seattle and I) are finally getting over our love-hate relationship and mending our bond. It’s fabulous.

We stayed with MeeJa. When I took her through Bright Side she said “It sounds like it needs to be in parts.” Well, she’s a brilliant woman… I don’t need to tell you why… my lightbulbs started tinkling on.

So many people have told me to write a book first or to turn it into a mini-series, and I say, “I DON’T WANT TO WRITE A BOOK OR A MINI-SERIES I WANT TO MAKE A MOVIE DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” Actually, that’s what I try NOT to say as I politely explain to them I want to make a movie, and that’s what Bright Side is… a movie. Or, rather, now, some movies.

It’s funny to me that this Parts thing hasn’t occurred to me until now, mainly because when I dreamed the climax of the film it was left open-ended, ‘To be continued…’ style. Sharon Needles is screaming “TELL ALASKA I LOVE HER!” as Lady passes through a time portal back to what I she THINKS is ‘present day’ and I she ends up on the streets of (what I don’t she doesn’t yet know is) a post-apocalyptic (or is it an other-dimensional?) Philly.

That’s like a dead-duh-give-away that I’m not making just one movie, here, right? Right.

I went to Hey Tranny! with Mavillian for New Year’s Eve. Alaska was a friendly dream… she strutted right up to me, introduced herself, hugged me, and told us we were crazy for buying VIP tickets. That’s when I would have babbled about Bright Side in an idealistic world, but I waited until the last practical second. It didn’t make any difference, she listened to every word of my embarrassing story — embarrassing not because of the story itself, but because I felt like I was embarrassing myself a little by telling it. I’m living under the belief that it added to my charm in that moment. 

She accepted the miniature ‘The End’ Beanie Baby and my contact information, and my belly felt all fuzzy when she left for her dressing room clutching it in the same hand as her PBR.

All of a sudden it’s 2013 and I’m on a completely new plane of existence. I opened my third-eye with a Selenite wand yesterday. I saw every triple number the clock has to offer (thats 1:11, 2:22, 3:33, 4:44, and 5:55) AFTER seeing 999 on a license plate coming back from brunch with MeeJa.

I had one of the most intense moments of deja vu around 5:30, when we gave up looking for quality coffee and went to Starbucks on Alki while we waited for Mavillian to get off work. I was staring at a woman’s motorcycle helmet when one of her friends walked around the table and said something about being tan, or getting a tan. Everything buzzed and warped around me for a moment. I’d even say I felt dizzy.

In other news… I haven’t written a speck of script lately. It’s a bit painful to think about, but I don’t feel guilty or angry… that’s self-sabotage, you know.