at the top of today's headlines: i have people on my friends list! roll out the barrel and welcome these great people to my page. first on the list is no stranger to the boards, eric allen, piercer and porn director extrodinaire. following eric is rabbiteen. on top of having unparalleled road dawg skills, rabbiteen is canadian, which means we can blame him for all kinds of shit, like migrating birds that shit on my car or why it is always a good 10 degrees hotter in the valley than it is at my apartment in hollyweird. ursula_andress is a b-girl and will drop wicked science on your sagging ass. she was kind enough to give me the heads up on whut-whut/jean grae. i'm returning to amoeba music after work to score me her solo debut. bringing up the rear is colette, i can only hope she'll share some of her kick ass tuscan wine with me. with any luck, she'll be open to bartering with me, i've got a wicked french grenoche blend and a brilliant catalonian white made from old (think: 2,000 years old) growth vines.
so why all the fanfare? weren't you just about the only loser on suicidegirls that didn't have any friends, you might ask. i've been in a judas state of mind for most of the afternoon. et tu, bpd? i'm still not making any sense. as you may know, the office was shaken up recently and several people were pink slip'd, which means that there are several unoccupied offices. this morning company president bosephus offered me the space that was previously occupied by celeste, a woman i particularly liked because here daughter, olivia, was cute as a button and a little bag of giggles. so celeste is gone and now i'm in what was formerly her office after moving my shit in here all afternoon. who says treachery doesn't pay? its pretty groovy to be free from the bondage of cubicle land and to have a door that i can actually shut and blast coltrane (as i am doing as i type this). that still doesn't change the fact that i feel like a dick.
in other news, legendary los angeles laker chick hearn passed away last night. this makes me terribly sad.
to avoid ending things on a down note, happy birthday wishes go to legendary jazz musicians buddy colette and charlie hayden. angelenos can catch buddy tonite at the catalina bar and grill for a special birthday performance. i'd go if not for a date i have with my gmat prep books. yay
so why all the fanfare? weren't you just about the only loser on suicidegirls that didn't have any friends, you might ask. i've been in a judas state of mind for most of the afternoon. et tu, bpd? i'm still not making any sense. as you may know, the office was shaken up recently and several people were pink slip'd, which means that there are several unoccupied offices. this morning company president bosephus offered me the space that was previously occupied by celeste, a woman i particularly liked because here daughter, olivia, was cute as a button and a little bag of giggles. so celeste is gone and now i'm in what was formerly her office after moving my shit in here all afternoon. who says treachery doesn't pay? its pretty groovy to be free from the bondage of cubicle land and to have a door that i can actually shut and blast coltrane (as i am doing as i type this). that still doesn't change the fact that i feel like a dick.
in other news, legendary los angeles laker chick hearn passed away last night. this makes me terribly sad.
to avoid ending things on a down note, happy birthday wishes go to legendary jazz musicians buddy colette and charlie hayden. angelenos can catch buddy tonite at the catalina bar and grill for a special birthday performance. i'd go if not for a date i have with my gmat prep books. yay
i think badmojo and I are getting together for a drink tom. night...want to join perhaps?