1. Tuesday, January 27, 2004

    hot chick at work sits at the front of our office and isnt really a receptionist 

    but she knows everything, so i tell her everything. usually about chicks. today i was telling her something and she said, oh, can you do me a favor and go through one day without talking about girls or women or sex or anything like that? ok. thanks.

    she said it bitchy like that dude in office space. it was funny. whenever people try to be mean to me and are being sarcastic or whatever i just laugh. sometimes i will just go on doing what they ask me not to go on doing. its almost a dare to me.

    then she said youre not even talking about the girl that i want you to talk about and i was all who do you want me to talk about and she said the girl on the top of your blog thing.

    its always freaky when people from work read this because i pretend that nobody reads this and i dont have to pretend about that at work cuz pretty much nobody from work does read it. and i told her that me and karisa are friends and we’re keeping it that way. plus shes the wrong sign, so hush. and she said well dont talk about girls today unless youre gonna talk about her. i like her. i said i like her too, but this other one this morning, whoa….

    this chick is hot. theyre all hot. everything is hot in LA today except me and the weather. 51 degrees this morning and i know i have no room to bitch cuz the country is shivvering but excuse me, LA should not be 51 degrees in january. it should be 71. didnt we discuss this recently when it wasnt 80?

    took the escalator down the platform to the subway this morning and i saw a guy in a huge lakers parka sleeping on the slat where people usually sit. they make them hard and uncomfortable on purpose so as to keep people from sleeping on them and i thought about how when i was at uc isla vista they told us that we didnt know what real life was that we would get out of the fantasy land of santa barbara soon and the sooner the better and when i saw that guy this morning i was thinking fuck the real world. send me back to fantasy land.

    and then i sat next to my sleeping los angelino and opened my book to where my m&ms wrapper was holding my place and continued reading pimp by iceberg slim.

    bettiegirl + jackbog + kitty bukakke