No No No...Notorious! Weirdo.
man, i can't believe it's finally gone.
My hands are too cold to type. No, that's not metaphor. It feels like the end of an era... like a lost a friend (and in true fashion, on my own terms, quietly and stoically, but with a too familiar acerbic burn). Cliches fall from the sky when speaking of a car in los angeles, but I feel the relationship i had was special, more than most, and certainly unique. Spinouts at ninety five mph, an unforgettable race through downtown in morning rush-hour complete with a kid banging a kitchen pot on his head in the backseat, and the assertion that i knew what I was doing and that I would never hurt you in the front. Cold, sleepless nights, coldplay's Scientist (more than you think... ), hiding under some bridges and skating across others... burning many (bridges, corners, red lights, sometimes in the same thought), but always as a hulking engine of acrimony. From Hollywood Lanes to the Hollywood Bowl to speeding down a crowded sidewalk in front of the pigs on Hollywood Blvd, we had some good times. And some bad, but those always fade with time.
Never endearingly named, it was above anthropomorphism, it was deified The Passion of the Altima. And was thusly forsaken. But with love, not animosity. It's last ride will always remain special, it's victory lap - The Killers, with Anna. So much fun. The end of an era.
Goodnight. You will be missed.
It's ridiculous how everyone in l.a. knows each other. I bump into someone i haven't seen for years walking through culver city in the middle of the night, then two days later see him on my internet it girl's weblog chowing with some other friends I've met around the city and had no idea knew each other! It's pretty cool... i guess they're all jewish, so there's that.
So my room hasn't looked like this forever, but it's a fun pic. Keith Haring, Robbie Conal, BEBE Bus Stop Poster, THE OC Season 2 Premiere poster (that was an incredible story for another time!)... A Power Mac G5 (connected to a La Cie Electron 22 and a Sony WEGA monitor), Macintosh II SI, Macintosh SE/30, and just out of frame a Powerbook Pismo and a Powerbook G4 (now a Mac Book Pro Core 2 Duo).... some polaroids, and of course Teagan.
I love Teagan. She reminds me a lil of my good friend, and of a young un-white-trash Britney Spears. As for the reflection not matching the television, well that's just how I roll! It's funny how time unravels things. Who would have thought that only a few years after American Pie - kinda the start of something new for me and for a lot of people i know - Allison Hannigan would be retarded sexy and Tara Reid would be a deformed cunt!?
2 Live Crew tomorrow night at Cinespace! Be there!
Giving up is the easiest thing in the world to do... You can move on, but if you're lucky some day you'll have a second chance at loving again...
This week is amazing! First, Britney drops her whitetrash homo husband, a few dress sizes, and even a lil bit of her retarded southern twang! That one is kinda personal for me... i remember dancing with Britney (well, next to her anyway!) at Josephs back when Brent Bolthouse used to do Monday night there. It was right before she got married, she was on the decline and everything in my life was pretty sketchy too. Things are looking up though, for both of us!
Democrats. Suck my fucking cock Donald Rumsfeld. He'll be getting a seven figure paycheck from some military contractor by the end of the week, but it's a victory of principle... and a great compliment to the true victory in the House! Again, it takes me back to 1996. I remember the Republicans taking the majority and wondering what that would mean for the country. My political ideology was not as strong as it is now, but i was big Clinton supporter and I felt like things were taking a turn away from progress. Also a very formative time in my life... for a lot of reasons. There are certain milestones in my life that defined who I am right now, some good things, a lot of bad. I made some decisions at that time in my life that brought me where I am right now, which is a good thing i think. But a lot of bad ones, and a lot that would have made me a very different person. No regrets, but I just wonder how things would be now if I had chosen differently in high school. That book really opened in eighth grade, in front of the gym with a cute girl named monica and a lot of peer pressure... i hope that it burns to ashes in a wamr fireplace very soon.
And of course... THE OC is fucking back! It's back and I'm soooo excited! Last week's episode wasn't amazing... this week's is! Steve-O as a coked our drunk marine, Seth's tattoo, Ryan doesn't completely fag out, Summer shaves her birkenlegs and hopefully kicks the stoner to the curb k-fed style. Autumn Reeser is sooooo fly! i love her. LOVE! HER! And Willa... Caitlin Cooper is my everything! LOVE! Mischa is soooo dunzo in my heart and in my life! Fuck! She was everything wrong with the third season... The handjob dudes she attracted, the retarded drama, everything. Laters sweetie!
Etceteras.... i just found the first girl i ever had a crush on in the entire world. Re-dick.