1. Tuesday, March 2, 2004

    how cool is that picture? 

    not only is this venezuelian woman chucking rocks with her wrist rocket but shes doing it in hiphuggers and her workout top with a ponytail. if only she was aiming at a starbucks there in caracas.

    i’ll take a ticked off pilates instructor with a slingshot over 4 kids throwing rocks any day.

    its lightening and thundering here in hollywood so theyve grounded me and chopper one and so im listening to dinosaur jr and wearing the gay hat that miss montreal gave me. its supposed to be one of those sorta trendy skull caps that all the kool kids are sporting but ive never been a kool kid. not fashionably so.

    i need a shopping spree. i want to write a story about a boy and a girl who steal a car in the middle of the night and steal a crowbar and drive through the window of a melrose hipster clothes store and run out with handfuls of the latest threads and some vintage peices and some pimp hats and several pairs of pumas.

    and get in a cab and laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh.

    and then asking the cabbie to stop at pinks he says sure and they get him a big chicago dog with extra tomatoes and they drive into the hollywood hills laughing and kissing and ultimately crying cuz its just all too emotional not for the girl but for the boy.

    joan and melissa rivers were on the view today.

    that i know this proves that this hat is gay.

    if i was gay i would be making a lot more money.

    watched forever eden last night with clipper girls cousin. we’re like an old married couple. we sit there and hold hands and read magazines and occassionally glance up at the screen, just waiting for bedtime for an album side of passion and then a little sleep of the just.

    we know its over for us. i like her cousin better anyway but her cousin isnt talking to me cuz she told me not to do her cousin and i thought she was bluffing but whe wasnt.

    only thing i didnt like about forever eden is they tell you whats going to happen WHILE youre watching the show.

    what they do is right before they go to commercial they go, “coming up next on forever eden…”

    and then they show you the conflict thats about to go down.

    um, excuse me, im 20 minutes into your show! im watching it! im in! no need to tell me the juicy parts so i dont flip away.

    if you havent given me reason to stay with the first 20 minutes of your show, what makes you think that telling me whats going to happen is going to keep me?


    i might have to protest watching Forever Eden if they keep that shit up.

    and who are these people who WANT to know?

    and why do they always end up on my couch adusting their garters?

    think my man bill shakespeare woulda stood for that shit?

    coming up next in MacBeth… Lady MacBeth goes ca-razzzy… and if these woods are rockin, dont ye bother knockin…

    i need a vacation.

    dear fragrant, if im not your number one fan it’s cuz you delete before i can read your stuff, email me everything you post, thank you + britcoal + bunnie