whoa.
ended up getting drunker than thou last night w/ sr. brandon and the demoiselles kirsten and jane. went to a bar called daddys that reminded me very much of portland. dark. red. vinylesque crazy booth love. makers mark washed down with gin and tonics piled on sushi. it was not a pretty picture. at least i had the sense to retreat when the room started spinning. this is a much deserved drunk that i have been pining for. fun release of the senses in a totally legal manner. thank god for the government.

mmmm... thought of portland dark bar scene. end of central america roadtrip. moving too fast w/ the good man Stonleigh. dark bar and strange women. nuff said.

waiting for brandon to finish shaving at which point we will hit the beach. we thought about hotdogs @ pink for breakie... but it is not to happen today. i am still a little spinny and gut spasmy. but heh... been up since six thirty reading entertainment magazines and the very entertaining and informative book NoBrow... about the marketing of culture and the culture of marketing. i stole that from the books cover. i would tell you who wrote it... but that would require research and the boook is back at Kiwi's pad.

uhhh now brandon is showering. we will be out of here soon... i know it.

LA is fun. very manageable. nice people. hot. dirty. faux. trashy. the industry (as they define it, we all know what the real industry is). hotties in fancy cars. tacos instead of teriyaki. smog instead of rain. airconditioned instead of heated. drunk instead of driving.

ahhh shower finished. to the be-yatchedness.