Turlock was nice. I drove there late Saturday morning. On the way i stopped at Bev n More to pick up a bottle of liquor for my friend's new bar. I got them a bottle of The Macallan 12yr single malt scotch. It's some good stuff but not the best. The best is a bottle of the 25yr but that's like $300. I wanted to compromise and get them a bottle of 15yr but they didn't have it.
So I stopped by my parents house and dropped my stuff off and then went to the friend's place. The party had been going on for a while already and everyone was already liquored up. They were all in the backyard and swimming/playing in the pool. Lots of hot chicks in bikinis. If there is one thing you can count on from a Turlock girl is that they will gladly consume much alcohol and get all scantily clad. Good times were had even though it wasn't much of a BBQ. They spent all their money on liquor and none on stuff to BBQ and they didn't tell anyone to bring anything. So that pretty much meant that all there was to live on was da lick-her. We survived quite well.
I spent the rest of the weekend lounging around on the couch going over some MP3 CDs that I found in my old room. I found a lot of good stuff.
I got back today, did laundry, pestered the poocake, chatted with ezi about eating goats and falafel, and went to the Aquarius to watch Swimming Pool.
It was a great film. It was kind of scary getting to the theater though. It always is. To get there I have to go through Teh EPA. I'm sure no one from outside he Bay Area knows what Teh EPA is, hell, people from the Yay don't know what it is. It is scary! I always try to go through the EPA as fast as I can. I really wanted to go fast today because last week there were a bunch of random shootings of cars driving though there.
Of course as luck would have it a brand spanking new IKEA had to open in Palo Alto with caused the traffic through the EPA to be very slow. While stuck at a red light some hootchie mamma started hollerin' at me. She was a very skinny, young, black girl who had very huge biznoobies and no bra on and a very loose shirt. She was swingin' all over the place. She was all, "sup baby, why don't you pull over here" and I was all, "green light, green light, green light..." Don't get me wrong, i looooooooove the sistas. Black womenz are sexxxy fine mamma jammas. But in the EPA you don't "pull over here" unless you intend on getting str8 gank'ed.
The Funk was in Santa Cruz today and from what I hear he may be a hero. It seems that a car went out of control and ran over people and The Funk stopped the car or something and got the car off of someone that was pinned underneath. I searched for any news stories and this is all I could find:
Of course it only happened a few hours ago so there hasn't been much time for news to get out. The Funk says to watch the news tonight. Maybe there will be a story on him or something.
Ok, this is a super long entry and nobody is probably reading anymore so I guess I can get some stuff out that needs to get out and no one will notice. While watching Swimming Pool I was thinking about things. I was thinking about me. Because i'm a selfish bastard and I don't know what would be more important than to think about ME!
I was thinking about how I deserve a fine lady by my side. How I deserve someone to snuggle with. How I deserve someone who will go watch films with me. How I deserve a fine lady who will appreciate my dorkiness. How I deserve a fine lady who will like doing stuff with me and be more than "just friends".
But how am i supposed to get what I deserve if i'm too damn shy/retarded to go after it? Being a nice guy doesn't count for shit. You can't just be nice and have a fine lady notice it and then be all like, "oh i want to be with him" You know i've come across girls who I thought were great and who thought I was great but still ended up in the "friend zone" with because I never wanted to be the ass and say straight up, "you know what biznatch? If I am so great then why don't you stop talking all that shit about how I should be with someone and BE THE ONE I'M WITH? And if not then get your ass to steppin'."
I dunno. el amor is tough. I know sometimes you think someone is great and they think you are great but there just isn't that attraction. I have to admit that I have been the one who didn't want to take things further sometimes, but when that was the case I didn't stick around and torture them. I feel changes coming on in the monkey.
First the monkey will go to Cabo and get loaded and have raunchy sex with stank hoez, and then he will come back a changed man! Watch out biznatches!
7:15 p.m. - 2003-09-01
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