1. Thursday, May 29, 2003

    today’s bob hope’s 100th birthday 

    fuck bob hope.

    i dont want to go to work today.

    it’s a gorgeous day today. i had a great night last night.

    i talked to this sexy girl last night who told me some interesting things that went down the last time we were together.

    this fuzzy memory that i have is pretty interesting.

    what i would like to do is be in a situation where i could tell the truth on this blog because i seriously do have an interesting life and it would be nice to be able to document some of it.

    for example when i went shopping last night with anna i forgot to tell you that she was wearing what howard stern calls a bippie top, and low rider jeans and heels.

    all the mexican men at the grocery store were checking her out. the married men too. it was cool.

    i would have liked to take some pictures of the fellas with their wandering eyes.

    and thats just grocery shopping.

    imagine if i could show you some of the other things that happen in my day. the real things.

    for some reason people tell me the wildest stories, and show me the coolest things, and get me involved in wild situations.

    more wild than i want a lot of the times, but wild enough to make for interesting blog fodder.

    yesterday my neighbors caught me out on my front porch. i am very shy around my neighbors. im sort of weird that way. i like to give my neighbors their privacy so i just say hi a lot but dont engage them in massive conversations.

    last night two of them wanted to talk and talk which was nice, especially since i wanted to feel them out so to speak on if they were pissed about last week’s fiesta.

    one of the women said they didnt even know i had a damn party which is completely sweet.

    tsar is playing on friday. i want to ask this hot girl at work to come.

    i will ask this hot girl at work to come.

    i hope she comes.

    happy birthday bob hope. i cant remember one thing funny youve ever said, but i appreciate the fact that you traveled the world with hot chicks.

    and you understood the american spirit of being on the road and cracking jokes along the way.

    lemon odor thinks im a genius + bunnie thinks im a poet + dc thinks im his hero