Showing posts with label Los Angeles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Los Angeles. Show all posts

Thursday, December 24, 2009

I'm Outta Here

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Its getting to be time to leave when:
1. A stranger starts a conversation with you by saying "Don't you love this bar? I mean everyone here is so cool, right?", but they are not being sarcastic.
2. You need to exit the freeway in a couple miles, so you put on your blinker and the guy to your right speeds up specifically to block you, so you can't get over. So you chill for a mile and wait for another gap, put on your blinker, and the same guy speeds up again to make sure you can't get over. And now he's mad dogging you and staring through you with the intensity of the devil, and you just missed your exit (btw, I'd been driving in the same lane for 20+ minutes so I didn't cut the dude off earlier or anything).
3. You're at a party in a hotel room with 20 people smoking indoors with no windows open.
4. It takes 30 min. at a minimum to get anywhere you are planning to go to.
5. Your favorite mom and pop owned stores and restaurants from your childhood are now the GAP and Verizon, and you drove 30 minutes in traffic just to find that out.
6. Certain males and females about town (at night, and specifically downtown), rock a touch of fake blood across the throat or under the eye for the sake of fashion (or maybe Halloween nostalgia?). You also have to hang out and conversate with them.
7. Your childhood bedroom, now looks like the posted photo.
8. Your mom gives you a pamplet titled "Best Sex In The World: A Guide", and tells you to check it out...and you do.

I Heart Los Angeles!
Mitch Hedburg - Soda Pop

Monday, November 23, 2009

Busy: Blog Hates

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I've returned from a little vacation to my city of birth. It left me tired and sore, and now I've got an intense amount of work to do, so I'm just gonna have to get blog the literary equivalent of Arby's as I do not have the time to hash out a home-cooked feast. He's pissed, but still alive, breathing, and no longer starving. If only he would only stop whining; it's getting annoying, and daddy has business to take care of. Posting up some retarded-ass shit today: this group called Circuitry featuring Sam Bostic. Sometimes you just have to buy an album based on the fact that you think its gonna be horrible, which is why I bought Circuitry for $2. To a certain extent it is deplorable, but at the same time, really fun to listen to (its focused mainly on technology and freaky sex shit), and the album harbors the track name of the year: "My Baby Gives Good Phone". Sadly, the year in reference is 1983.
Circuitry - Computer
Circuitry - Seduction
Circuitry - My Baby Gives Good Phone
Circuitry - Driving Me Wild