Entries from September 2009

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

Life With A Laugh Track. Part Three.

An old person said to me, “One day you will look back on this time in your life and laugh.” I was sitting on my couch, naked, smoking a cigarette and begging people to let me answer their phones for minimum wage. The thirty-year-old and I were IMing over iChat, so, little did He know, [...]

Wednesday, September 9th, 2009

Life With A Laugh Track. Part Two.

Job interviews are the most unnatural things in the world. Ridiculous questions being asked with an expectation of honest or, at the very least, pre-rehearsed answer. I can theorize the earthly qualities of a boob job easier. “Why do you want this job?” The employed person in the room will ask. You can’t say, “Because [...]

Monday, September 7th, 2009

Just Like Your Penis.

It can be weird running into someone you have slept with. Especially if you have defined him by one appendage and detailed to your at-the-time-company just how small his penis is. Everything you subsequently say feels like you are putting a foot in your mouth and a knife in his back. “What have you been [...]

Friday, September 4th, 2009

Life With A Laugh Track.

There comes a time in ones twenties where nothing seems real anymore. “My life is starting to make “Friends” look like a documentary,” I told my girl friend. When I was a wee teen, and thought I knew everything, I didn’t envision being twenty-four, sitting on a couch, sans pants, begging people to let me [...]

Thursday, September 3rd, 2009

Back To The Future.

Sometimes I ponder the people I have not met yet who will one day have a huge impact on my life. What are they doing? Where are they? In my case, probably putting a bracelet around someone’s wrist at Promises in Malibu or surfing, lying, cheating and just waiting for me to fall madly in [...]

Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009

Desperado.

If finding a job was as easy as picking up a guy, I wouldn’t be at home on a Tuesday debating whether to have Jack Daniels or Johnny Walker for lunch. Which isn’t necessarily a drag. “What kind of job do you want?” my boy friend asked. “Because I want a blow job.” “I will [...]

Tuesday, September 1st, 2009

The Hangover Part Two: Free And Drinks In Las Vegas.

I have always wanted to write about going to Vegas because one of my favorite writers, Hunter S. Thompson, wrote about going to Vegas. I have a new found respect for the man. Because he remembers what the Fuck happened. Finding out that I was going to be going to Vegas was like getting the [...]