Wednesday, December 24, 2003

Wanna know just how cool I am? Its Christmas eve and I'm checkin' my blog. THAT is how cool I am.

Ya know, I feel like Will. I seem to have quite a few people visiting this stinkin' thing, yet only a handfull, mostly Will and I are actually writing in that damn guest book.

Christmas is so close, and for the first time in my life (another first) I'm actually not enjoying the company of my family on Christmas eve. They haven't done anything paticularly annoying but for some reason I can't deal with them today. Who knows.

Spent all last night working on a screenplay that will probably never see the light of day. The problem is that the damn thing is as disjointed as my brain right now (And believe me, its mighty disjointed). We'll see if it works out, I'm excited enough, so if that counts for anything, then we may have a chance.

Sunday, December 21, 2003

I hate you Rick the Temp, and in turn, I love you Jessica Alba...and Jessica Biel...and Jessica Simpson...what the hell?

I'm rhymin'on the top of a cop car.

I was going to write about Rick the "crappy" temp but now I'm hungry and mad at one of my friends.

Its almost over now, its almost over now.

This morning is history

I saw Snoop yesterday. He seemed to be fine, I mean, yes there is a lot of drama in the LBC but Snoop was handling it all very well I thought. As a party it was pretty crowded. Snoop had invited a lot of his Gansta friends and the hoes were off the hook, or hizzle as Snoop never tires of reminding me. It was chilly outside and the opening acts were just as cold but Snoop, like Jesus, always comes through in the end. He was full of Christmas cheer as he told us "Nizzles" to join him in a Carol (one I had never heard before) A tear of joy fell from my eye as the thousands of us "Muthafuckas" happily repeated after Snoop.

"Smoke Weed, Get Drunk, and Fuck"

It was a night I'll never forget.

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