dear diary im listening to foxygen

i see youim procrastinating right now.

what you ask? oh never you mind.

my day started off fine. i woke up at 9am, took a shower, got the hell outta the crib

because the maid was coming and mama mia was i a filthy pig this last 4 weeks.


scrammed right over to mcdonalds where i ate my bacon egg and cheese biscuit

right there in the mcdonalds

along side the homeless, the seniors, and a few sad families who had just gotten back from nearby childrens hospital.

not one but two tables of nice mexican families no talking at all.

i call bs on people who dont talk when theyre eating with each other.

people always have something to say

when they dont talk theyre just not saying it to you.

im not a super germaphobe but the tray sorta creeped me out

why was i touching it? how many others have touched it? what is the washing regimen like in regards to the trays at sunset blvd mcdonalds in silver lake

hopped in the xbi mobile and drove 6.8 miles to the burbank amc

beautiful day, warm, but not too warm. perfect really.

got to the theatre about 25 minutes early BECAUSE I HAVE NO LIFE

futzed around with like 4 automated ticket machines because 3 were broke or lazy or stoned or couldnt print or were being racist whatevs there eventually was my ticket

$7.50 to see This Is The End

walked around Burbank. got sad when i saw the bootleg Crown Books  was shuttered. ET and i went there a few years ago and i was all this aint crown books and they were all shhhhhh.

so i shhhhhed

didnt help apparently.

ok now back to doing what i shoulda been doing in the first place