1. Tuesday, August 26, 2003

    today i feel like marilyn manson. 

    im groggy, im sickly, im tired, a wee bit hung over. dan and sara can drink. she does doubles of whiskey and dotes on her big lug and that makes me smile.

    i think i had about four five baileys and before that a tall thai beer. being with my friends you never know if the buzz that youre feeling is the booze or the msg or the love or the energy that is created. this morning i realized that i went mormon yesterday and didnt have any caffienne at all.

    some of the fellas started talking about blog babes and kristin from madpony came up and they asked me if i knew her and i said that we exchange emails from time to time but because she has a boyfriend i try not to distract her with my manliness. and they said that they approved of that behavoir. then went on about how hot she is and how much they liked her writing. she wont believe that we were talking about her in a smokey old bar in chinatown but we were and we were saying very nice things and not being gross and thats another reason i like my friends. all class. except of course, me.

    then sara asked me about raymi and i told her that i had indeed met her and her bodygaurd anti and i had nothing but love for both of them. and she asked me if she was pretty in real life and i said very, which is true. and i told them that if they missed raymis posts they should read antis.

    this morning i woke up early and skateboarded to the mcdonalds and got a bacon egg and cheese biscuit.

    then i ollied over a small dog that was prepared to poop and nearly wiped out but saved myself.

    i stole a la times from a newpaper dispensor and gave it to the grateful woman who had forgotten her plastic doodie bag and i tipped my cubs hat to her.

    got on the bus and it was crowded. thought a bunch of negative thoughts that i wont bore you with.

    read some more stories out of The Most Beautiful Woman in Town.

    hated the weirdo who stood in the rear exit of the bus next to his suitcase pretty much blocking that area, so much so that this woman didnt want to deal with it and walked all the way up to the front of the bus and got out.

    the weirdo had a neck brace on and i wanted to karate chop him in the neck, but im not into black on black crimes.

    last night we saw a high speed cop chase.

    there were five copters in the sky and i was jealous.

    they had triangulated the perp pretty well. only one guy following closely with the others spread out in a parallelogram pattern.

    caught the dude in glendale.

    got to work only a few minutes late.

    still havent had any caffiene.

    did i tell you i get to see my truest tonight.

    psyched.

    azarock + bettie girl + hosemonster