Archive for August, 2004

cowboy, baby

Monday, August 23rd, 2004

one more checkmark on the list of things to do before i die! mechanical bull at the company summer party a month ago. i’ll say this—it’s harder than it looks. i actually had trouble walking the next day, and the tendon in my little finger is still healing. i ain’t rodeo material. >> see me […]

there are no “shooters” in LA

Wednesday, August 18th, 2004

people become quite blank if i drink a “shooter.” i could believe they’d find the word odd, but understand. no. they have never heard this and other words, and i am always wonderfully surprised. also, two mice were kissing by the drug store where i bought hair conditioner. and a small brown rabbit with tall […]

my first hollywood bar: disaster

Sunday, August 15th, 2004

i’ve been accused of over-thinking things. does the term even make any sense though? i will at least concede that i engage in abnormally high degrees of introspection and examination. this means i do damn little by accident, very little i haven’t decided beforehand was my best and most noble available option; thus, guilt is […]