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this year this was the easiest list to make ever.

every Tuesday i would go through the New Releases on rdio

and add a bunch of songs to my playlist “Hi, 2012”

and through the week i would weed out the clinkers and try to replace them with tunes i missed.

i was pretty good about not missing a Tuesday, cuz its fun.

so yes, this year was ruled by Nicki Minaj, who to me, was the star of 2012

1. if i find myself judging couples for not being in a textbook love affair i will immediately paypal $20 to charity.

2. at least one hour a week dedicated to book readin

3. just one kegstand a month.

4. i’ll buy a new garbage can. a throw the hell away you hoarder, can. through the week i will put things from my long standing personal stash in there. each week at least one bag of old crap has gotta go.

5. less hangovers

6. more matinees

7. more trips to vegas and wrigley

8. one trip to mexico, possibly cuba

9. less talking about the bible. more reading it.

10. at least walk around hollywood if youre not gonna run around it.

we know so many things nowadays

fast as they become things

all cuz of 140 characters

when Ev announced he was gonna make a microblogging network none of us had the imagination

to think news would zip through that faster than any other platform.

yesterday I was working at 8am, hungover, busy

an email came in with a link to Charlie Sheens twitter

it was a pic of him and the Mayor of LA

hanging out in Mexico

Slash was just done playing

and Charlie tweeted, the mayor sure knows how to party.

clearly I love “old school” blogging

but sometimes all you wanna say is one line.

sometimes that’s all there is to say.

and man can it zip around the world fast sometimes.

dudes a damn genius.

my adorable niece and nephew dancing to Psy

the donnas playing virgin america terminal at LAX

my life was so dull in 2011

only the bears can make me feel so crappy.

this is what dating chris brown must be like.

or ashton kutcher.

its all fun and games until your heart is ripped out and you can see it being beat on from above.

and people would be all, well just leave. love someone else

but you cant.

youre screwed.

youre locked in.

youre stupid and you know it.

death do you part.

i cant wait for this year to be over.

peter was showing off and busted out all these crazy fish.

one of em was born on another planet.

one came from another time.

one tried to wiggle outta getting eating by telling the future.

“bears by 9 tomorrow,” he said.

still ate him.

woke up with a hangover. all i had were old fashion aspirin.

meds from another time.

no monkey business, just magical white powder that somehow knows where the ache is.

gotta eat like a dozen of them over a period of 10 hours, though.

and take a nap at 5.

and thank the Lord for all the cool things hes given me.

like right now on Rdio im playing this 244 song Stax box set i would have never been able to afford.

and its just the sorta mellow old timey R&B

the kind jack white stole his new album from.

i should get Peter a belated Christmas gift.

not sure who it could be because seriously

who would be late for tacos?

other day i was late for chinese food and the lady was all omg are you serious

i was like im so sorry she was all too bad

i was all but its christmas eve

she said no move along

so i moved along to a booth by the register

and she said keep moving along

so i put my coat back on and got up

and she was all omg jk

J K

and she fed me soup and asked me if id like a chinese bear

i said bear? what about a beer?

she said sure

and thats how it all began.

we we so excited

I pretty much love everyone.
All the time.
Can’t help it.
One reason I enjoy journalism is I like hearing people’s stories and writing down what they say.
And then taking photos of them and their surroundings.
But air traveling is different.
Driving too.
I want them to go away.
I don’t want them in “my space”.
All their communications are wrong and I correct them in my head.
To me they’re using their time wrong.
They have the wrong devices.
They’ve overpopulated.
I even judge their luggage.
Good book says bro don’t judge or you don’t get to go to the after party.
(Open bar at the after party)
Good book changes everything.
For me.
Suddenly I see angels in the outfield.
I see alive people.
No one irritates me.
They’re all just mischievous cherubs peeing into clouds.
Little kids who are about to scream on the flight tonight
will tomorrow use those lungs and energy
to be the new guardians of grunge.
And to them I say rock little babies
fucking rock.