the escape plan

will someone please please please drive down to san diego and pick my ass up. i enjoy going home for the holidays but 3 days is probably my threshold. enough is enough. the novelty of dwelling around east san diego county dive bars has run its course. give me the smog of la. the endless white noise of traffic, sirens, and ghetto birds flying about. it's become abundantl clear that the most uncomfortable silences are those which surround the suburbs. even now i've shacked up in a local starbucks only to use the fast internet connection and to smoke cigarettes in peace. alas, the last of the fellow visiting friends are leaving tomorrow. hello train tickets.

the city flees

I feel like I'm in a city that's being evacuated and I'm staying behind to "fix" something or to carry out some final task. Either way, I'm trapped at work which means I'm trapped in Los Angeles. I'm fine being in Los Angeles, I'm not fine not being on any type of vacation. I can see the light, I can see Thursday night, I can see the train ride home, I can see all the beers that I sneak onto said train. flee the city, or the city will flee you.

chops

i think i finally wrote a good guitar riff last night for the first time in 2 years. well, at least my bandmates told me it was good. that's enough affirmation for me i suppose. i think i have pretty good self-esteem in general, however, musical ability tends to fuck with my head. who needs a cigarette?

happy monday...

my insides hurt and i must look like total shit. i long for the day in which i don't pass out on my couch and wake up at 4am and finally moving to my bed.

this weekends highlights:

1. shaving for the 2nd time since the breakdancing incident
2. friday night at el carmen
3. got 2 strikes bowling at the shatto saturday night.
4. got to hang out with old friends from such far and exotic places as: England, San Diego, the Valley, the westside, and HOllywood.
5. the 60+ beers that people left in our kitchen
6. the life and death of peter sellers
7. BBQ

i smell like coffee

i dropped an entire cup of coffee all over my lap. i blame it on derek and demetri. derek for being the only person present. and demetri because i was watching his film Hot Bitches online. i hate you all.

Hello!

I've fallen victim to the blog. Enjoy.