It's almost 3 a.m. Sheesh. And I hafta be up early, too. Poop.
Tiger_Liger has been non-stop driving me nutso since I walked in the door. I need to stop spending so much time with him... he's getting spoiled. He found himself in the mirror for the first time the other day and it was adorable. First, he clinks hims noggins against the glass. Then he starts moving his head from side to side and round and round, watching the cat in the mirror do the same. Then he puts him paw to the glass, turns to look at me and lets the most pitiful "MREOWWW!!!" I'd ever heard. Like, "why the fuck do you have another cat is this joint and why can't I kill it?"
I got sick for a bit. Sinus crap or something. I'd spent all of Monday on the Santa Monica pier drinking beer with sexy wrestler boy. He's such a fuckin Ken doll! The next day I was hacking and sniffling and sneezing. I had an interview and brought a box of tissues. I blew my nose through the entire thing. No one seemed to mind.
Went out to Club Vodka again tonight. There were some really cool bands on the line up. Notably, Lithium, whose drummer also happens to be in this month's issue of Maxim magazine. Slunt, from New York. Who was also featured in an interview by our own Daniel Robert Epstein. Funny that word. Slunt. A combination of the words "slut" and "cunt", according to the interview. I had a friend named Alan. We used to call him a Slock, which was a combo of "slut" and "cock". After he got the fourth girl knocked up we just started calling him SlockGod.
Anyway, Chuck Garric also played again tonight with the band The Drts. Man oh man is that guy fun to look at. I's just eyeballin' him and saving up the naughty thoughts for later on.
Firm all around. He even has those two dents in the small of his back. I dunno what they're called, but it's kinda like the "V" around the abs, except it's at the back. And it's hot!
I kissed a porn star! I felt kinda bad because I'd just got done eating a glob of green olives and smoking a cigarette and drinking beer. I'm so gross. Nastacular!
Oooh! I met a cutie and fellow SG member named HalSparks. I walked by him a couple times and thought, "fuck, who is that? He looks so familiar!" This chick who used to read my cards told me if you ever see someone you think looks familiar approach them. Even if you don't know them, they have information for you. Well, this turned out to not be some mystical shit like that. He was in fuckin' Spiderman 2 and those weird VH-1 I love the 90's shows. Duh! I only sat through hours of that VH-1 show so I could catch Jason Mewes doing the Jay and Silent Bob thing and then run off and masturbate about it!
But, yeah, Mr. HalSparks is rad. I didn't talk with him very much, but he was totally rockin' the hot pink SG belt buckle.
Okay, seriously. I need to get some sleep. I have a breakfast date in the a.m. With a girl!
Tiger_Liger has been non-stop driving me nutso since I walked in the door. I need to stop spending so much time with him... he's getting spoiled. He found himself in the mirror for the first time the other day and it was adorable. First, he clinks hims noggins against the glass. Then he starts moving his head from side to side and round and round, watching the cat in the mirror do the same. Then he puts him paw to the glass, turns to look at me and lets the most pitiful "MREOWWW!!!" I'd ever heard. Like, "why the fuck do you have another cat is this joint and why can't I kill it?"
I got sick for a bit. Sinus crap or something. I'd spent all of Monday on the Santa Monica pier drinking beer with sexy wrestler boy. He's such a fuckin Ken doll! The next day I was hacking and sniffling and sneezing. I had an interview and brought a box of tissues. I blew my nose through the entire thing. No one seemed to mind.
Went out to Club Vodka again tonight. There were some really cool bands on the line up. Notably, Lithium, whose drummer also happens to be in this month's issue of Maxim magazine. Slunt, from New York. Who was also featured in an interview by our own Daniel Robert Epstein. Funny that word. Slunt. A combination of the words "slut" and "cunt", according to the interview. I had a friend named Alan. We used to call him a Slock, which was a combo of "slut" and "cock". After he got the fourth girl knocked up we just started calling him SlockGod.
Anyway, Chuck Garric also played again tonight with the band The Drts. Man oh man is that guy fun to look at. I's just eyeballin' him and saving up the naughty thoughts for later on.
Firm all around. He even has those two dents in the small of his back. I dunno what they're called, but it's kinda like the "V" around the abs, except it's at the back. And it's hot!
I kissed a porn star! I felt kinda bad because I'd just got done eating a glob of green olives and smoking a cigarette and drinking beer. I'm so gross. Nastacular!
Oooh! I met a cutie and fellow SG member named HalSparks. I walked by him a couple times and thought, "fuck, who is that? He looks so familiar!" This chick who used to read my cards told me if you ever see someone you think looks familiar approach them. Even if you don't know them, they have information for you. Well, this turned out to not be some mystical shit like that. He was in fuckin' Spiderman 2 and those weird VH-1 I love the 90's shows. Duh! I only sat through hours of that VH-1 show so I could catch Jason Mewes doing the Jay and Silent Bob thing and then run off and masturbate about it!
But, yeah, Mr. HalSparks is rad. I didn't talk with him very much, but he was totally rockin' the hot pink SG belt buckle.
Okay, seriously. I need to get some sleep. I have a breakfast date in the a.m. With a girl!
oh, i love your new profile pic
-ape