Saturday, May 24, 2003
laurita says im her idol. shes the one going to law school, so shes my idol.
theres nothing better than a smart girl.
two smart girls maybe.
i read laura a long time ago and for some reason we never talked till now.
the other night we talked about some blogs that we read.
all i have to say is you people have stories to tell and pretty blogs, i wish you’d write in them.
i hate that our friends and family, or the fear about friends and family keep people from telling their stories.
something must be done.
this is the first time in mankind that people from all over the world, completely different people, can tell each other what its like to live where they live and do the things that they do.
why hold back?
xbi called me this morning. apologized for calling on our company vacation. gnarly shit going down in the valley, where its been super hot.
i didnt want to go to the super hot. and i didnt go to sleep last night till five.
karisa still had my flying car so i took a cab into the office
los angeles this morning was glorious, people of earth. warm, clear, smooth, sweet.
he didnt say nothing to me and i didnt say nothing to him.
the jazz coming out of the boom box on the passengers front seat sounded like monk i could barely hear it behind the bullet proof glass.
when i was a kid i rode in a car by a current pro baseball player and i sat in the back seat and i thought i wonder if anyone knows who this guy is driving, that they just cheered for him a few hours ago.
this morning i thought i wonder if this taxi driver knows that what hes saying on his cell phone right now is being heard by one of the few people who could fuck his shit up in a major way.
cops say that the bad guys are all asleep on a saturday morning.
sometimes theyre driving cabs totally sober.
sometimes theyre in the back seat totally hung.
where’s Laurita’s blog now, Goobita? gone. sigh.
where’s Laurita now? married, (adorable) child. double sigh.