Christmas In Heaven

Christmas in Los Angeles. About 78 degrees, blue skies, fresh air... I had never been on a rollercoaster in my entire life - maybe I'll add a never have I ever list to this a lil later - so yesterday i went to Magic Mountain with one of my best friends. We tried this in August but after spending an hour waiting in line to buy tickets to get into the park, we decided we should just get trashed at 11am and sneak into the freshman cafeteria at USC. So we decided Christmas Eve was the right time and we were not going to give up. No lines, no 112 degree Santa Clarita heat, no gangsters thugging out and stabbing people... just enough people to make the park exciting, a lot of sweet, sweet cheeks to make it worth while, and some of the most ridiculous roller coasters ever conceived! I've always lived by the theory, if I have to be a bear, I'm gonna be a grizzly, and so my first roller coaster experience ever was Tatsu,, the latest, greatest, most fear-inducing ride around.

So here's the thing, and my friend said it first, but if you've ever driven with me behind the wheel, flying through the air in one of these monstrosities is just another day. We hit every ride in Magic Mountain in about three hours - it was a fucking awesome Xmas, but seriously when we were on Superman we were like, "what the fuck are we doing? Backing into a parking space on 30th Street?"

It's always the ones we love that peace out around Christmas... James Brown will be with us forever though.
Be thankful, he's given us generations of music and an style.

Aime moi, fesse moi, attache moi. Merry Christmas!

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In Love With The World, Through The Eyes Of A Girl...

A few things lost, a few things found... I lost my car, my father, some friends, some freedom. A lil dignity and a few el-bees, too much and never enough. Some innocence and some youth, but those we'll never get back (I read an article that said something to the effect of, "once we get older that door behind us doesn't just close, it disappears." A bit trite, but incredibly, painfully true). A lil bit of happiness but that comes and goes, and Mischa, which was hard at first but god do i love Caitlin Cooper!

I gained my own Caitlin Cooper, with the same pretty smile but with totally bigger boobs. I gained a lil hope and maybe a little confidence - professional and personal. I gained some amazing new friends and some unbelievable experiences, but nothing's ever as it seems and I really do not want to be a young James Frey so I'll do my best to not relive any of that. A few secrets... I love secrets! Some fans whom foolishly, but adorably think I'm a rockstar.

The closest thing to religion that I have is fortune cookies. When they're not terrible and generic they're inspiring and eerily precise (even if only because I'm making them so). There's something about their fragile simplicity in that Felix Gonzalez-Torres way... The day before thanksgiving I removed every trace of me from my altima - it was like dismantling an atomic bomb, full of blood and tears and memories and stories and booze and all sorts of residues of things. And after i was certain i had removed every bit of myself from the car I came upon this tiny declaration. I remember originally finding it inside of a chocolate fortune cookie that was given to me in a strange alley in San Francisco's Chinatown where people line up to buy fortune cookies. I don't stand in lines.

Happy New Year. I hope everyone gets to spend it with someone they love.

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It's My Dick In A Box!

If you wanna see the Before pictures of my Sunday night, you can check out the cobra snake... fortunately there are no After photos, but if you know me you can only imagine. The three funniest things said about me in the seventy two hours are:

• Nigga! You ain't no fuckin' mexican! You ain't no mo' fuckin' mexican than you is a nigga!


• {in your most surprised but diffident voice} Steve, you're a handful when you drink!


• Dude! You're hot! Be the Colin Firth, or the Hugh Grant, or that cute little kid! Don't be the sad guy crying about Keira!

To me, christmas never meant anything before Hilary Duff's Santa Claus Lane, and LOVE Actually. I put together a nouveau christmas mix this year for some friends, so if you want it, you know where to find me! Otherwise, enjoy the holiday, whatever it means to you... to me it means roller coasters and missing loved ones. Cheers!

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So Fucking PunkRock

Stithalicious. So rich, so pretty.... so hot! haha

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Good Girls Do It With Passion

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