1. Wednesday, June 8, 2005

    this having a car business is for the birds 

    my car has been shat upon twice by these varmits and im telling you, as grateful as i am that my buddy ken gave me a sweetheart deal on these wheels this is now the second “morning” that ive had to wake up to move it and some of that is due to the fact that my landlord is fucking me on my parking and partly to the fact that i havent been able to do the things i need to do to get a permit out front but all of that will be taken care of tomorrow.

    what i havent been reporting is this week ive been on jury duty and the great thing is that each evening ive been calling in and theyve said you dont have to report tomorrow and i do a little jig in the kitchen and hop back on the cheerleader and consider it some sort of victory.

    what the courts dont know is id love to be on a jury right now. i got no job. i got nothing to do. youd think id be working on a nice cover or maybe some bonus material for Stiff or clean my house, but no, i dont do jack all day, so when matt and jennifer called this morning and asked if i was up for a drive in maibu i was all, shit give me time to blog and shower.

    i could seriously get used to this lifestyle.

    yesterday i admitted how i always wanted to be a private driver for someone. i dont care if the dude is like some old geezer like aaron spelling, or some poor sap in a crazy family like ozzy, or even two socialite nymphs with too many dui’s, just get me a cellphone and a car and i’ll pick your ass up day or night.

    i know, its the opposite of freedom, but firefighters do it and who doesnt love firefighters? the only thing i wouldnt be so cool about was if i had to wear a suit. if i had to work in a suit all the time id have to ask for a raise. and some days off. suits are fine for some people but im sorry i dont care if the socialites blow me twice a day im not gonna wear a suit and tie in LA.

    outside the standard the other day i saw two dudes in suits supervising the team of valet runners right in front of the main entrance. it was pretty interesting. i wanted to try to figure out if that was what these dudes really do or were they waiting for like the president or something. because i’ll tell you what, if my whole job is watching mexican dudes park cars and super hot models and actresses get in and out of cars all day, i might be able to handle that.

    as long as i can carry a gun.

    two minutes left so in closing let me tell you a little delemma i ran into last night. on the off chance that i would be seeing matt again today i decided that id put together a little mix cd of music. but because i have a.d.d. and two gigantic hard drives, the mix cd turned into a mix dvd with like 4.3 gigs of tunes for his ipod and or mac. but then when i was done making it i was all, is that cool? do musicians get uptight if theyre given a couple gigs of mp3s, since, well, theyre mp3s and all?

    i finished my beer and forgot about it.

    i’ll return with the answer tonight.

    carrie + jmo + gunge