JOURNAL:4:20:
I love this unofficial holiday. I did a bowl on the 10 freeway with Tom Likus on 97.1 KLOS, he had 10 callers with a bunch of people taking bong-loads at 4:20 pm today. I tributed, and had a nice hour commute to North Hollywood for a suicide girls photo shoot interview. And I am feeling alright with it.
I am getting my tattoo finally on sunday morning. 10 am I am walking in and plunking down $70 to put the tat on my lower back between my little dimples. Hopefully with a photo shoot I can show it off along with whatever piercing I get as well (befriended the piercing guy, he likes my fiery temper - talked about govt conspiracy for 20 min!). So that is my weekend, and I work of course.
I saw this great dj sunday night (and this hot little go-go dancer tart named Kimberly from the midwest - perfect speciman of woman... anyway) at this club called Mor on Main Street in Santa Monica next to O'Brien's. Good fucking dj, mixed Pink Floyd, the Doors and AC/DC with dance music and that song "One More Time" from Millenium 2000 (forgot the band, a little anebriated). HA HA!!
Anyway, check him out if you have the chance on Sunday Nights from 10 pm to 2 am, I went and didnt stop dancing for 2 and half hours. So much sexual energy...
Oh, and I lost 4 pounds, celebrated 4:20 in the am when I finished and turned in my term paper and a few extra credit assignments. Bo-ya! Earned that bong load.
I think that is where I stop, but I get yoga tomorrow and cardio all in one, maybe a tan too.
# of Days Powder Free: 27 1/2
# of Pounds lost: 4 (since thursday)
Swimsuit looks: Pretty nice with a tan...
Weather? Absolutely perfect for lunch time tanning in Malibu by the pool again... yeah, it's a tough job but someone has got to work it.
Hu-ya Masta Cheif!
Every day is getting better, that is what I am telling myself. And it is.
Lesson #8 - Do not afraid to loose matierial things as long as Hope is alive and well. You can always bounce back ten fold.
"Alright Pai Mei,..." help me break my wooden coffin cover with 3" of strike space so I can breathe life again.
I love Quentin Tarantino.... ::sign::
the instructor is back, and the player shall rule again. Keep checking back for reports multi-weekly.
tee hee.
mahalo lovers,
~ the angel*
I love this unofficial holiday. I did a bowl on the 10 freeway with Tom Likus on 97.1 KLOS, he had 10 callers with a bunch of people taking bong-loads at 4:20 pm today. I tributed, and had a nice hour commute to North Hollywood for a suicide girls photo shoot interview. And I am feeling alright with it.
I am getting my tattoo finally on sunday morning. 10 am I am walking in and plunking down $70 to put the tat on my lower back between my little dimples. Hopefully with a photo shoot I can show it off along with whatever piercing I get as well (befriended the piercing guy, he likes my fiery temper - talked about govt conspiracy for 20 min!). So that is my weekend, and I work of course.
I saw this great dj sunday night (and this hot little go-go dancer tart named Kimberly from the midwest - perfect speciman of woman... anyway) at this club called Mor on Main Street in Santa Monica next to O'Brien's. Good fucking dj, mixed Pink Floyd, the Doors and AC/DC with dance music and that song "One More Time" from Millenium 2000 (forgot the band, a little anebriated). HA HA!!
Anyway, check him out if you have the chance on Sunday Nights from 10 pm to 2 am, I went and didnt stop dancing for 2 and half hours. So much sexual energy...
Oh, and I lost 4 pounds, celebrated 4:20 in the am when I finished and turned in my term paper and a few extra credit assignments. Bo-ya! Earned that bong load.
I think that is where I stop, but I get yoga tomorrow and cardio all in one, maybe a tan too.
# of Days Powder Free: 27 1/2
# of Pounds lost: 4 (since thursday)
Swimsuit looks: Pretty nice with a tan...
Weather? Absolutely perfect for lunch time tanning in Malibu by the pool again... yeah, it's a tough job but someone has got to work it.
Hu-ya Masta Cheif!
Every day is getting better, that is what I am telling myself. And it is.
Lesson #8 - Do not afraid to loose matierial things as long as Hope is alive and well. You can always bounce back ten fold.
"Alright Pai Mei,..." help me break my wooden coffin cover with 3" of strike space so I can breathe life again.
I love Quentin Tarantino.... ::sign::
the instructor is back, and the player shall rule again. Keep checking back for reports multi-weekly.
tee hee.
mahalo lovers,
~ the angel*
theendlesswinter:
"one more time" == daft punk?
surfbetty:
Sounds like ya got an awsome week going for ya....have a good time and post some pics of the new tatt.... 