its too bloated
it wont do the things i want
theres too many broken links.
i love it but maybe every 23 years you should change blogs.
the next one will be called busblog two
because im a boring person deep down
its too bloated
it wont do the things i want
theres too many broken links.
i love it but maybe every 23 years you should change blogs.
the next one will be called busblog two
because im a boring person deep down
and woulda swept them if the ump yesterday wasn’t shrooming.
in other news i heard excellent news about a good man who had a bad ticker.
turned out he got a new heart and a transplant in the nick of time.
one of the best people ive met. very happy for him and his family. God is good.
life is so fleeting. you never know whats going to just fuck up in our body and thats it.
which is why i send out so many dick pics.
jk.
walked past a sticker today that said “roger was here.”
and it made me sad bc roger is the name of Amber’s dad.
and i thought, if i was really a great ex bf id make Amber was here stickers
and put them around all the places she and i visited.
since she
was
there at one point of her too-short life.
i get sad about her more than i thought i would.
my heart is dark, but i guess its still working.
i pity the person who gets any of my parts when i croak.
there was a time jordan did the editing of the audio, now i do it
i see why he wanted my interviews to be 45 minutes
this one was 3 hours.
it’s taken me forever to edit it down bc im so easily distracted
i’ll get on a little run and i’ll be so happy that i’ll do something else “real quick” like make a pic like the one above.
is it ADD or ADHD or procrastination?
i really wanted to do 3 episodes this month but i dont think it’ll happen.
now that i have my uber stories and setlist and actually driving uber im so busy and things that take a long time like the podcast get pushed to the back
not sure how i can fix that other than do something wild and limit my twitter to 1 hour a day instead of 23.
the other night i was soooo tired and soooo on empty and i hadnt eaten much and i hadnt dranken enough water and i was sooo sleepy but i still had more and more to do so after i took a leak i felt like i might not make it to the bed
so once i got in the hallway i took a step and flew into the bed
once i got there i was sweaty
i wanted to cry from exhaustion
and i sat there and laughed
toweled off
and got back to working.
it cost me a lot: $700
and i still have to pay $1,200
but seeing as though none of the jobs i did last year withdrew any monies, i did have lots of expenses, so i guess only paying that little is fine.
bad news, i may lose my medical any time soon and may need to start buying health insurance bc i may have made too much last year which is crazy bc im so poor im not even sure i want to get renters insurance bc what do i even have?
a tv? two cats who poop in the morning bc i am not playing with them enough?
old clothes ppl might think were stolen from the homeless?
there is some apple juice in the fridge
and ding dongs in the sock drawer.
things take me even longer than before to finish.
i cannot do anything. im in quicksand. the doc doubled my dosage. maybe 2.5x more and all it does is make me write things like THIS. things i shouldnt be doing.
although i do feel bad that the glorious busblog the thing that launched it all has been not attended to properly.
i always thought when i was a kid because i read it in the bible, that id have multiple wives.
in a way i do, weirdly.
this thing
the Howard Stern facebook group of 22k members
hear in LA
the new Uber stories substack called Ride Overshare
setlist.fm (the only thing on this list that keeps the lights on)
Rock Illustrated
In Lub With the Cubs
and I am the commish of two fantasy baseball leagues
none of that is overwhelming
whats overwhelming is i also want to drive every night, record every night, sleep more than 4 hours, and be able to pay attention to a task for more than 3 minutes.
somehow im able to do it, but is it any good? people say the sweetest things especially about the new thing, the uber stories.
and now pretty girls are writing be again, so maybe?
i didnt get much done but i did get a lot of steps in
unlike these gents i had a shirt on
but it sure was pretty.
shes the reason the birds sing
shes the reason airplanes fly
shes the reason the blogosphere exploded and everyone wanted in
she is the real deal, the inspiration and the source.
the sun revolves around her.
because of numerous reasons i didnt go see U2 with my brother in Vegas for any of the Sphere shows
people are calling it the greatest show ever
i wanted to go. i should have gone. i should have done whatever it took.
i thought this would happen or that or this other thing and none of them came through.
still i shoulda done the thing.
now i regret it because now it feels like that moment is gone and wont come back.
on the other hand u2 reportedly made $4 million a show with minimal overhead.
so maybe u2 will return to that gravy train again one day. which would be beautiful.
until then i will learn from this mistake and live for the day instead of waiting for miracles to happen tomorrow.
so i knew it had to drive longer and further, luckily traffic was as light as a three gram eigth.
she asked how? do you fly?
driving through silver lake to get to the freeway she said something like i love the east side
she said but why not the east side, it’s east of the beach.
everythings east of the beach i thought in my head knowing i had probably already lost the tip, which sucks because new yorkers are reliably good at tipping.
she was not dumb, she was jetlagged from jetting here the night before, working all day, dinner and drinks with friends at Horses
finally i said, but it’s not what angelenos call the east side unless they want to get into a fight – a verbal fight – with someone.
she was not happy with this conversation which made me sad because there we were so smart, so sexy, both smelling my jack in the box curly fries poorly hidden in the glove box
she was probably falling in love with me and if i had just let her be wrong we’d be texting selfies right now saying lol and omg after each photo
two lanes of cars in the slow lanes were a parade of red brake lights along the hollywood freeway east as it crept to the 110 and 5 interchanges. stay left as long as you can, drafting the cars on the fast lane, soon the backup on the right will die down and you can merge over with ease, skating into the off ramp and into the hells mouth of the 110 south through DTLA
she was not impressed and soon we were met with another set of tail lights. these in the alleged faster lanes.
traffic she tapped.
opportunity, i sang and turned down the bee gees
why had i sat out so many days? the podcast for one, which was tardy, and without rest my arms and hands get sore. i felt great.
also driving at night in LA, calling your shots to a super sharp new yorker who hates you so much bc youre now being cocky, is extremely fun because thank god im finally good at something. and for once profitable.
$29 to LAX for a 41 minute trip? do you know how many ive taken for $20? $21 that take an hour? desperately? gambling a tip would be involved or a sweet ass fat ride out of LAX?
$29? did uber see i was driving way more for Lyft lately? of course they track us. we give them that permission so we can use the app. if they’re not tracking then shame on them.
as everyone merged to the left of the already congested harbor freeway in front of the beautiful westin bonaventure, i kept to the right where the only assignment is not to get hit. thats it. survive long enough to get to the magical overpass thing around 6th street / Wilshire.
i did all those things and got back on the 110 with ease and turned up foghat. she was still not awed enough to say im yours.
and with her hate now directed elsewhere, we sped onto the upper deck carpool lanes above the 110 next to USC and talked shit about our Black mayors with mutual disgust, topping each other’s tales with our miseries.