my buddy shellee was in the las vegas newspaper over the weekend.
she's holding a photo of hersef taken by the recently deceased helmut newton.
i've been spending a lot of time with my grandma lately. so i took her to the antique road show and they told me that she's old and not worth very much.
caught my co-worker vincent's comedy gig in pasadena last nite. some of you watchers of late nite television may recognize vincent from his short stint on leno last week. for the most part, there were real comedians up there with only a few exceptions. one crazy lady just sang. loud. and really badly. and there was an abundance of stoner humor that wasn't funny even though i maintained my sunday ritual of vaporizing all day.
friday nite provided the highlight of the weekend with my brother hot dog hooking me and the boys up with hieroglyphics. aside from a brief and contrived "which side is louder" episode, hiero tore shit up. it was an all ages event which was problematic on two levels. first and foremost, no bar. but of course i rolled like i always roll so there were joints to be lit and passed. and hot dog's people smuggled some bottles of ish in but i can't smoke joints and drink mixed stuff. brews and notmuchelse goes with dope for me. there wasn't a bar because of issue #2, it was an all ages event, which is ok because the kiddies need exposure to hip-hop in its truest form. but when you're stoned and checkin out booties, its never a good feeling to have your thought process go, "hey, that's a pretty sweet booty. waitafuckinminute, that girl's like 15 years old."
That's what I like about these high school girls, I keep getting older, they stay the same age.
~dazed and confused
things at the office are switching gears right now as i prepare for the first of what looks like 4 trips to washington, dc this year for the purpose of lobbying congress. its weird that within the space of two months, my job takes me from doing blow in las vegas with porn stars to blowing smoke up the ass of the chairman of the senate committee on blahblahblah in dc. well, not really but you get the picture.
i used part of my bonus to get a new futon and goddamned if that ain't the best $500 i've spent in a longlonglong time. it rivals even my autococker in enjoyment value. my sleep of this weekend has been of abyssmal depths and i finally feel back to my old self after the quadruple whammy of vegas-porn-exhaustion-bronchitis.
i think i'm going to take friday off.
she's holding a photo of hersef taken by the recently deceased helmut newton.
i've been spending a lot of time with my grandma lately. so i took her to the antique road show and they told me that she's old and not worth very much.
caught my co-worker vincent's comedy gig in pasadena last nite. some of you watchers of late nite television may recognize vincent from his short stint on leno last week. for the most part, there were real comedians up there with only a few exceptions. one crazy lady just sang. loud. and really badly. and there was an abundance of stoner humor that wasn't funny even though i maintained my sunday ritual of vaporizing all day.
friday nite provided the highlight of the weekend with my brother hot dog hooking me and the boys up with hieroglyphics. aside from a brief and contrived "which side is louder" episode, hiero tore shit up. it was an all ages event which was problematic on two levels. first and foremost, no bar. but of course i rolled like i always roll so there were joints to be lit and passed. and hot dog's people smuggled some bottles of ish in but i can't smoke joints and drink mixed stuff. brews and notmuchelse goes with dope for me. there wasn't a bar because of issue #2, it was an all ages event, which is ok because the kiddies need exposure to hip-hop in its truest form. but when you're stoned and checkin out booties, its never a good feeling to have your thought process go, "hey, that's a pretty sweet booty. waitafuckinminute, that girl's like 15 years old."
That's what I like about these high school girls, I keep getting older, they stay the same age.
~dazed and confused
things at the office are switching gears right now as i prepare for the first of what looks like 4 trips to washington, dc this year for the purpose of lobbying congress. its weird that within the space of two months, my job takes me from doing blow in las vegas with porn stars to blowing smoke up the ass of the chairman of the senate committee on blahblahblah in dc. well, not really but you get the picture.
i used part of my bonus to get a new futon and goddamned if that ain't the best $500 i've spent in a longlonglong time. it rivals even my autococker in enjoyment value. my sleep of this weekend has been of abyssmal depths and i finally feel back to my old self after the quadruple whammy of vegas-porn-exhaustion-bronchitis.
i think i'm going to take friday off.
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I used to listen to del's first album all the time, all the time - I'd like to put in the time to pick up the hieroglyphics "full circle".