bob_dobalina

i think i smoked entirely too much dope this weekend. the kush is almost all gone and dr. h's vaporizer made the drive home from pedro quite the adventure. kind of like pigpen from the peanuts cartoon, i feel like a cloud of dust or what-have-you is following me around. the highlight of this morning was trying to flush my toilet after i woke up and relieved myself. the water was cut off over night because one of the apartments downstairs had a leak. after a hearty fist shaking session, i motivated and got shit together to head off to the gym to use the shower facilities where i was relegated to walking around genitalia akimbo amongst some really fit gay men. i haven't decided whether i'm hurt because i didn't catch anyone looking at my ass. i think i have a nice ass. maurice the super (intendant, that is) said that there's been problems the previous three weeks with water leaks in the building. that'd probably explain the wet dog smell that permeates the ground floor. apt 10 and 20 sprouted leaks a couple of weeks ago and last night it was luck apt. 30, i sense a trend here, do you? as the inhabitant of apt. 40, the feeling of impending doom threatens to overwhelm me.
yesterday i was thrown from my bed by the sounds of a fucking battalion of fire engines rolling down the street blaring their horns and sirens. making lemonade from lemons, i went ahead and rocked the bed head to the farmers market where i got spinach, arugula, garlic, fuji apples, bartlett pears and a couple of monster grapefruit. smoked dope and fried chicken while listening to the blues all afternoon. went to the gym for a brief session and then looked for a christmas present for the baby sis. true to form, i found nothing for her but got a neato sweater for less than 50% of the ticket price, which is a damn good thing because they wanted $300 for it initially. shady came over during the evening and we talked shit, got lit and nodded our heads to the sounds of jurassic 5 and cannibal ox.
saturday night was the big sgla shindig and it was groovy meeting and hanging with all y'all. hope everyone enjoyed the chicken wings i brought. last time i checked, they were all gone. its hard to explain my odd fascination with fried chicken but i hope you can understand what unique culinary experience frying chicken can be and the combination of celestial alignment, divine inspiration, and gandolf-type magic that is necessary to yield a tasty, crunchy crust covering moist chicken meat.
friday nite i managed to do a little ass shaking. shifty and i hit up boardners so hooray for free weekly parties that play the funky house shit. my groove didn't really set in but i think i'm up for the carmen sandiego hunt for it, shady said that he needs to shake the dust off his booty so another trip to the dancefloor is forthcoming.
if you've made it this far through my journal, please allow me to recommend that you go see the movie igby goes down, starring kieran culkin. its fucking brilliant. it had that angsty catcher in the rye school boy thing going on but offered so much more by way of the supporting cast. claire danes is absolutely captivating and bill pullman does a whole lot with just a little. i thought all of the spin put out that i've seen was just hollow praise but this movie has something very tangible to offer.
got an e-mail today from a girl that i've had a crush on for about the past year. so its been confirmed, she knows of my existance.
plans for the days ahead include getting my tresses trimmed and seeing my special girl to drop off some chicken in exchange for some of what i hope will be the season's best jolly green tidings.

fare thee well