Monday is here. Well, if I were a sleuth, I might examine that piece of evidence and ask, where did the weekend go? Hmmmm, paint on my hands, in my hair and on my jeans.... I must have painted my gf's apartment. Clever. Clever. I love painting rooms, it's sooo fulfilling.
Oh, and I got a super ego-boost yesterday at the mall foodcourt, where we decided to dine. A tall, slim, beautiful, womanly girl made eyes with me at the Gyro counter and came up and asked to sit with me. I had to tell her I was there with my girl. I think it embarrassed her. Made me feel great, though. When I pointed her out to my girl, she was impressed. Gott hit up that food court more often!
I kinda live in a weird part of Venice. I share it with millionaires and Crips. So strange, the mix. Well, some shit was going on last night on my street and the police didn't send a car, they sent a chopper. I guess to scare thugs away, but they must have been too scared to come in themselves. The thugs came back after a couple minutes. Cops are fuckin' lame. They'll go out of their way to hastle you about jay-walking, but gang violence? Send in a ghetto-bird, buzz em and leave.
Also, I haven't been sleeping. Can't fall off. Anyone else like that?
Update: Whoa, Monday. So, I follow up the pretty girl with being sorta hitted on at Home Depot by a male employee. That was super unexpected. And if he wasn't hitting on me, he was awful touchy, using my painted nails and tattoos as an excuse.
Oh, and I got a super ego-boost yesterday at the mall foodcourt, where we decided to dine. A tall, slim, beautiful, womanly girl made eyes with me at the Gyro counter and came up and asked to sit with me. I had to tell her I was there with my girl. I think it embarrassed her. Made me feel great, though. When I pointed her out to my girl, she was impressed. Gott hit up that food court more often!
I kinda live in a weird part of Venice. I share it with millionaires and Crips. So strange, the mix. Well, some shit was going on last night on my street and the police didn't send a car, they sent a chopper. I guess to scare thugs away, but they must have been too scared to come in themselves. The thugs came back after a couple minutes. Cops are fuckin' lame. They'll go out of their way to hastle you about jay-walking, but gang violence? Send in a ghetto-bird, buzz em and leave.
Also, I haven't been sleeping. Can't fall off. Anyone else like that?
Update: Whoa, Monday. So, I follow up the pretty girl with being sorta hitted on at Home Depot by a male employee. That was super unexpected. And if he wasn't hitting on me, he was awful touchy, using my painted nails and tattoos as an excuse.
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Abso-fucking-lutely
[Edited on Mar 29, 2006 6:51PM]
One of these guys I worked with at KromA connected me up with his friend who is workn on a Vid.
So, yeah.........we should talk my friend
HOLLA