1. Monday, September 9, 2002

    it’s not even ten am 

    and already this day sucks. how does that happen?

    woke up late. found out that i cant go to the angels/a’s game with my bro matt. didnt get to make my sandwich this morning for my lunchie.

    these are the bummers in my life, not heartbreaking ones, but things that just fuck up the start of the week.

    here we are going into the week of 9/11 and i gotta say that i dont want to see any specials, any memorials, anything. we have all been thinking about this shit all year. the terrorists win if we keep obsessing.

    its like a guy getting called out in the first inning on an outside slider and letting it fuck up his whole game.

    it was fucked up. it sucks. it’s over. if bush was a man he’d find the culprit. but hes an incompetent pussyass. so lets move on.

    ashley and i saw my big fat greek wedding this weekend and i thought it was just ok.

    seriously, what was the big deal about that movie?

    it was cute. thats it.

    why did the handsome perfect guy like the sweet 30 year old greek girl? simple question. she was way more funny in her narratives than she was in their dialogue. what would interest him in her? her family?

    whatever. it wasnt a waste of money. the crowd seemed to like it. it reminded me of chicago. coulda been worse.

    before the movie me and ashley went to poquito mas which is a burrito place on the sunset strip. we like to go there because drew barrymore has been spotted eating there.

    so ashley was too shy to ask the lady who works there, so i said, “hey does drew barrymore really eat here?”

    the lady said, “oh yeah.”

    i said, “you know her right?”

    she said, “yeah.”

    i said, “when was the last time she was here?”

    she said, “about an hour ago.”

    ashley started to cry.

    shes a sweet girl.

    has a great tan.

    for some reason she wants to hang out with me again.

    so i guess im not so unlucky after all.