after spending the greater part of last week in vegas, i can safely say that its damn good to be back in LA. i gotta admit that i ended up having a good deal more fun than i thought i would have, especially considering the anti-love that captain suckout brought to the poker tables. working the long hours is a bit of a killer but things tend to balance out after doing body shots of patron with a former miller lite girl (i can't seem to remember if she was 'tastes great' or 'less filling').
probably the greatest bit of insight i have (and it ain't even all that great) is that b-movie stars are way cooler than reality tv people. not really a topic worthy of sociological extrapolation but most reality tv people trying to eek some semblance of financial gain out of 15 minutes that terminated along with our fear of the y2k virus are generally fucking lame. here's hoping that lame-itis isn't contagious because i got groped on the dancefloor at the ghost bar by some skank from the real world. but if it is, my buddy is proper fucked because he took some chick from joe millionaire back to his room at the end of the evening.
on the flip side, these b-movie folks that i hung with seemed a great deal more secure with who they are. they appreciated random acts of recognition but didn't have that jones for attention that the reality tv folks have. i didn't get groped because trishelle wanted to call me big poppa, rather she wanted to draw attention to herself because a few people were watching me dance.
more on the reality tv tip, i got a hold of an advance copy of a vid that national lampoon's is distributing. its a collection of reality television shows that never aired for various reasons (most of which were litigious or obscene in nature).
there's this one show called 'he said-she said' that was shot at some house in the hollywood hills. a bunch of bachelors are vying for the love of 'an exotic beauty', a fake boobied asian-am chick named helen. there's a bunch of clips of the suitors giving testimonial like 'i've never met a woman so beautiful that loves football as much as i do' or 'there's something very mysterious about her and i think i'm falling for her' or 'her feet are really big.' the segment concludes with helen revealing her secret to the suitors that get bounced from the show, typically a shot of a suitor facing helen and the camera and helen either raising her skirt or dropping trou to reveal her man-man bits. the bug-eyed, slack jawed expressions of the guys is beyond hilarious. but the lawyers are the ones laughing now because the show hasn't aired and the producers are still pretty much slaves to litigation.
last bit of entertainment info and i'm gone. go get the new roots album, the tipping point. while it doesn't have the continuity of do you want more?? the latest from the legendary 215th is pretty fuckin phattie. blackthought rocks the mic with no delay and ?uest and leonard hubbard lay down some great beats.
five thousand y'all.
probably the greatest bit of insight i have (and it ain't even all that great) is that b-movie stars are way cooler than reality tv people. not really a topic worthy of sociological extrapolation but most reality tv people trying to eek some semblance of financial gain out of 15 minutes that terminated along with our fear of the y2k virus are generally fucking lame. here's hoping that lame-itis isn't contagious because i got groped on the dancefloor at the ghost bar by some skank from the real world. but if it is, my buddy is proper fucked because he took some chick from joe millionaire back to his room at the end of the evening.
on the flip side, these b-movie folks that i hung with seemed a great deal more secure with who they are. they appreciated random acts of recognition but didn't have that jones for attention that the reality tv folks have. i didn't get groped because trishelle wanted to call me big poppa, rather she wanted to draw attention to herself because a few people were watching me dance.
more on the reality tv tip, i got a hold of an advance copy of a vid that national lampoon's is distributing. its a collection of reality television shows that never aired for various reasons (most of which were litigious or obscene in nature).
there's this one show called 'he said-she said' that was shot at some house in the hollywood hills. a bunch of bachelors are vying for the love of 'an exotic beauty', a fake boobied asian-am chick named helen. there's a bunch of clips of the suitors giving testimonial like 'i've never met a woman so beautiful that loves football as much as i do' or 'there's something very mysterious about her and i think i'm falling for her' or 'her feet are really big.' the segment concludes with helen revealing her secret to the suitors that get bounced from the show, typically a shot of a suitor facing helen and the camera and helen either raising her skirt or dropping trou to reveal her man-man bits. the bug-eyed, slack jawed expressions of the guys is beyond hilarious. but the lawyers are the ones laughing now because the show hasn't aired and the producers are still pretty much slaves to litigation.
last bit of entertainment info and i'm gone. go get the new roots album, the tipping point. while it doesn't have the continuity of do you want more?? the latest from the legendary 215th is pretty fuckin phattie. blackthought rocks the mic with no delay and ?uest and leonard hubbard lay down some great beats.
five thousand y'all.
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Sorry, I just do not get that area of LA sometimes.
~the angel*
status = single (newly)
objective = to get sauced and tear it up and/or get lifted and meet cool people.
any leads on anything cool going on?