audreyheartburn

They moved me to a different part of the building at work and I wasn't prepared for it. I did what any other reasonable person like me would do; I dumped half an ass pocket of whiskey into my coffee thermos. After drinking for a solid hour and fielding phone calls, Rayanne hit me with a lovely surprise...hash brownies...and non-egg, non-gmo at that. What a pansy I am. Anyway, I ate with fervor and answered Evan's 9 billion e-mails from over the weekend until it dawned on me: I was totally baked. I couldn't get out of my chair and my vision was starting to trail off into space. What a great day. I didn't pay attention to anyone.

Oh yeah, about the Endless Wave skatepark comment in Oxnard, it's funny that you mention it. I'm doing a project about it right now. My friend is hooking me up with all of this weird footage from that place. If you have any more info on the old EW, PLEASE let me know. On a side note, I used to work at that theater when I was in high school.

Barrios and I are DJing Sound+Vision next week.

We need setlist suggestions so I can
a) get free drinks
b) get laid.

I really just want free drinks.

On the bike front, I've decided not to fully abandon my old bike, so I'm gonna keep the frame and the bars. I renamed it "Encyclopedia Tamponica"

Word.

Anyone else have their most sexually deviant thoughts at work? I guess boredom is the mother of kink.