took the cats to a kitty hotel. Getting them into the carry cases was not easy. But I had no time to pussyfoot. Because before we left I set off 4 flea bombs.

Then to Pep Boys to get four tires. They only had two. Paid. Will get them tomorrow.

Then off to the smog check. Met these guys originally from Guadalajara. Just like the tires, I was overcharged. Fuckit. Had more to do.

Got home and opened the windows. Then to the grocery store. Then amber left with her work friends to hike around Griffith park.

Fine. I swept and mopped all the floors to rid the dead fleas and the poison off my surfaces. Did laundry.

When amber got home I said something wrong so we fought for a good 7-8 hours. Jk. I typically say the wrong thing. It’s amazing the fights don’t happen more frequently.

Then I cleaned more. All the floors are clean. My bed is amazing. Full fridge.

But best of all Amber cannot believe how clean the place is. She’s proposed 7 times. She’s been hyper since 10pm. Scribbling notes. It’s adorable.

I folded everything by midnight. There might be a few fleas about. We have some diatomaceous earth from when Jeanine lives here and the cats were kittens.

speaking of. I miss them. It’s sad they’re not here. But it had to be. I get them tomorrow after my tires.

tired.

i would first want to study writers block. because when you think you have mastered it it creeps up on you and paralyzes you.

there are tons of excuses your brain makes up about it: you are distracted, youre tired. Youre not stoned enough. Youre too stoned. Its a bad story, you cant write, youre old your magic is gone. You just cant.

But the truth is, if you just get down to it you can do it.

Heres my problem. Right now a lot of this feels like my LAist times. Except at LAist i never had deadlines and no one could ever tell me no. So i was free. I dont remember there being any writers block.

I had lots of other blocks though, time mostly, time sped by because i was editing, recruiting people, getting people into shows, finding photographers, dealing with brands who wanted shit, soooo many other obstacles for writing.

But now i have none. So i create obstacles like setting up way too many interviews. Trying to make the stories way more complicated. Rearranging my closets. Fighting with my sweetheart. Watching everything on TV. Suddenly its too late and i gotta go to sleep.

And then i blog at 1111pm when i should be writing.

Recently i havent wanted to finish things. I have no idea why. I want to go on to the next thing, and better, i want to be ready for the Spur of the Moment thing. And the only way to be ready is to have an open plate. But im not

I dont know why im doing this to myself.

Now is the time to shine. Now is the time to head to the next level.

Now is the time to remind the haters the critics and the demons in my head that im the motherfrickin busblog. Peerless. The one who kept blogging even when erryone else quit. The one who was never the best but was always there. Was always pumping out the hits. Always doing the damn thing even if all that meant was telling you how crazy blogging is.

If i was a teacher i would say, tell me your deepest darkest most fucked up secret. Bring it in tomorrow

And then i would not read them i would say to them, you completed the assignment

It doesnt matter what you wrote. What you did took courage and that was actually the assignment: writing through the scary part and handing it in on time.

i have to pay my rent, please my gf, make my momma proud, and stay on the right side of the Lord.

everything else are things i wanna do.

i wanna write about interesting people, i want to do it in interesting ways.

i wanna eat shitty little debbie brownies and type with my shirt off and keep pushing the boundaries.

i wanna be looked at in 100 years as “well he wasnt boring.”

i wanna feel so good after i write something thats so good.

i wanna find this thing i lost that someone bought on ebay and then mail it to them and never sell anything ever again because my house is a mess so who knows where it is.

i wanna do tomorrows work now so i can sleep.