this last week can be summed up by drama (the good literal kind), movies galore, and a lack of class (the bad literal kind). Me and my roomate discovered this movie monologue site [ http://www.whysanity.net/monos/] which has taken up every waking moment. In fact, I coerced her into trying out for PCC, which should be interesting to say the least. ["Respect the cunt...tame the cock"-"Give me the valium!"]
I went to my first strip club on thursday. I was expecting a plethora of lowlife scums and ghetto pimps but was rudely disappointed when I realized normal everybody's go to cheetah's on a thursday. Rewind. The reason for this outing was not only to get some major ass and titty time (though it was rather pleasurable), this was in fact our plan B. My second fake got jacked, and this bouncer was an even bigger douche than the first one. Anyway, mingling with interesting cohorts from all walks of life outside the club made my night. Some guy offered me cuban cocaine and to kidnap me. Another taxi driver dude told me about his get-in-free card for all strip clubs in the greater san diego county. People are awesome.
So mexico. I've been meticulously planning to go for the last few weeks, so it seems only fitting it'd be completely spontaneous when I finally went. What was great was it was mexico-mexico, not college infested CLUB SAFARI with your obnoxious fratboys trying to insert their dicks into anything that moves. It was the most hilarious moment when we got in (I squeezed my way in first) with high hopes of seeing college kids in heat, and instead saw middle aged native TJ peeps actually dancing instead of dry humping. I was definitely having a blast salsa-ing with this 35 yr old mexican seductress. On the way back, my voyeur side took hold as I forced these gay guys to make out for my viewing pleasure. So I guess I now have a thing for homo-erotic white boys, dandy. This picture is the absolute most attractive thing I've seen in a while-
Anywho, life is stupendous from where I'm standing. The biggest irony of the now is that I find more joy playing guitar hero than the actual guitar, probably because I lack any real talent. I've also come to love this nifty online game called 3d logic, which totally owns bejeweled (yea anna, take that). and music, always!-
------------maybe i would have been something you'd be good at
maybe you would have been something i'd be good at
(I've exhausted this song along with that ingrid michaelson-the way i am song three times over. And for once it's not because i have some deep emotional connection with it, it's just nice. I find myself liking that more, ear pleasing rather than life analyzing music. But I still love lyrics, in the same way I like a book because of it's artistic merit rather than me relating to the protagonist. I think this is called maturity)
i'm gunna keep a running list of movies i've watched to both ensure i'm fully taking advantage of my blockbuster account, and because i have a shitty memory:
Diving Bell & Butterfly, Dogma, Borat, Grandma's Boy
