the irony of it all

lately, when engaged in the tooth-brushing act, i've found myself thinking, "i'm using this hand to brush my teeth, but how can i use THIS HAND?"

the rest of the day i sit on the couch and tivo things to watch later and then i watch them.

i think about snowboarding.

a lot.

tomorrow is this and also my birthday so...

i think the stars are perfectly aligned here in the old wood...



right?

fucking serious birthday party.

uggggggggh!

no idea what to do for my berfday.

not from around here.

so busy with the shredding and the beach-sitting and the hanging out and the thought of collecting unemployment.

how do i do that?

someone must owe me something, right? like a state? no one owes me a state. of course. but doesn't some state owe me money?

regardless, what the fuck should a guy like me do for his birthday in LA?

it's always been in new york except that one in the virgin islands, which worked out pretty well.

unfortunately, i think this town is a whore. not sure how to handle that.

for now, going snowboarding tomorrow.

i spend every day in hollywood

um, it's pretty rad. i bowl and surf and ride bikes and now tomorrow i go snowboarding. woot-woot!

i have no idea what that noise was.

maybe the medical-marijuana-pot-brownie?

i'm having a pretty good time here so far. no job in sight, but i can smell them around here. might join up with the border patrol. they have high tech shit and do loads of america protecting.

as far as telling you something interesting, i'm not sure i can comply. there's not much that i do around here, aside from dabbling in all sorts of leisure-type activities.

um... this documentary 'stevie' is completely insane. it's on ifc right now and i'm tripping on the weed and then this movie's gotta be on... with all the fucked things in this world, there are still some incredibly beautiful people. when people can say that they wish they didn't have to be so human, and i completely fucking buy it... kinda makes me think i'm a total fucker.

so, weed brownies...
bitches bailed on bowling tonight and now i'm on my couch crazy stoned. i want to hit the fucking lanes. this is killing me. my other friends are all the way out in venice, watching turtle-races in some weird bar. still other ones HAVE JOBS, the maniacs.

then there's this other shit in the movie that totally makes it blow. but still. try being a little less human, please.

spent last weekend in the oc, bitch. radness.

got a free wetsuit yesterday. ridiculous radness.

about the oc - well, they got nice beaches. waves.

oh wait! do you know that i live in an ewok village? i do. it's mystical and full of wonder. electric jazz guitar is not a good score for heavy emotional goodbyes in a fucking prison visit room. fuck that.

so but it's an ewok village WITHOUT EWOKS. instead we've got skunks and maybe coyotes. seen the skunks... a lot.

my vegan friend is trying to influence me, saying that she'll only marry a vegan... unless there are extenuating dietary circumstances or a majestic cultural connection to the land and one kills one's own food or only gets it from, like, sacred meat distributers.

i told her i lived on the navajo reservation one summer.

part indian.

think she's not gonna go for it.

we'd have the best looking kids.

though her mom and half-sister think we look like bro-sis. which means i'd be a pretty hot girl.

sweet! reassignment surgery, here i come!

express train to tranny-town!

fucking turtle races.

butt-head is so much more intelligent than beavis. it's almost scary how smart he is.

it's 92 stairs to my house. all outside, in trees and ewoks.

i love it.

and tomorrow, i'm fucking shredding. on my snowboard.

gotta go get drunk.

yeah, LA!