1. Monday, July 23, 2007

    im off to canada. 

    vancouver, canda, bc

    i have a really good hotel thanks to priceline.com which id never used before for… well.. nothing really, but i was sorta stressed out and karisa suggested them and i got a good place for a very good price. and it was easy.

    i have a housesitter, i have the maid coming, all i need to do is pack and launder some sheets and towels for my guest and i’m off.

    whats quite unusual about this excursion is that i believe ive secured two dates. you never know if these things are true until you’re actually right there sitting across with them looking into their eyes saying

    if id known you were going to wear something so low cut i would have done the same.

    anyways now im stressed about that because my budget didnt really factor in two dates with two hot babes.

    so here is something that i came up with, inspired by raymi, indirectly.

    theres nothing i like better than drawing on mix cds.

    and raymi has convinced me that this is actually art.

    she said, it doesnt matter what the music is on the mix cd, people would love your art.

    so since id like to take these babes out on hot dates in vancougar, and since raymi says that you might actually like tony pierce original artwork on the front of a mix cd,

    oh lets say the official laist bbq summer mix tape cd

    then perhaps this might be the time to make those available for a limited time.

    1 for $15
    2 for $25

    free shipping

    will i be blogging from canada? let me tell you a little something. i have been blogging for 13 months straight on laist and i know that the busblog has been effected.

    so for this week while im in vancouver i plan on doing a few things, drinking, hanging out with all of canada, spending the money you give me on beautiful girls, and blogging on the busblog.

    this vacation was meant for this blog. and i totally forgot the magic that this blog could have until my boss noticed how to blog on a book shelf and i signed it and gave it to him and i read my copy later that night to see what hed be reading (my memorys terrible) and i ran across this one that made me so happy

    the stars were out last night. did you see them? speeding through the heavens, spinning at dizzying rates. not saying a thing but sending us a message at one hundred and eighty six thousand miles per second. here i am. here i am. here i am. the opposite of an s-o-s. or is it?

    they say the brightest stars shine strongest right before they die. same goes for flowers. same goes for lies.

    what do you do when you get everything you want she asked me like i was qualified. what do i have? and she said me. twirling with velvet revolutions like a deadhead during space arms out with perfect body language blonde hair twinkling with the glitter of spilt moondust.

    went to the grove to see adam sandlers punch drunk love but it was sold out so we saw igby goes down and were amazed.

    best movie ive seen in a really long time she told me as we flew away to a better place, and i agreed.

    jeff goldblum stole the show and i love it when people steal the show. claire danes looks like shes been fighting a hundred years war and i couldn’t believe how well ryan phillipe has so many different ways to play an asshole.

    black comedy they call a movie like that and its one of the only times where it’s a positive thing to have black as an adjective i told her.

    she said what about my black ferrari?

    i said what about my free ferrari?

    she said what about my first ferrari?

    i said what about my spare ferrari?

    we didn’t fly to my bungalow or the beach house we just kept going higher and higher until we reached the place where prayers are sorted into the thanks and the wants.

    thank you for this incredible girl.

    thank you for this amazing life.

    please let me pass chemistry.

    if you get me out of this shit i promise i’ll never do it again.

    and the prayers kept coming in and the demons had to sort them and they wanted to send them to the wrong place but they couldn’t and that pissed them off more and they suffered and we watched and there was popcorn and there was another culkin tearing up the screen.

    what do you do when your dreams come true whispered a cherub on a smoke break exhaling a long stream of pleasant dreams.

    savor it replied the blue sky.

    remember it said the dead.

    hanging upside down from heaven blowing bubbles that end up as dew

    what do you say when they question your sincerity

    tell em nothing in here is true.