got outta the men’s room. had the ‘fro correct.

stroll down the hallway, and who do i see?

ms. jules asner and she whispered hi to me!

do i miss her? oui.

yesterday a train got stuck in the tunnel near Pershing Square and fucked up everything and i was late to work.

at wilshire and vermont i got out and took the bus down wilshire and of the 8 escalators only 2 worked and neither were the ones that were going up.

today on the bus i saw a kid. looked almost exactly like i did when i was 13. he had on a dressshirt and slacks and a tie. he was fiddling with the tie’s knot

in the reflection of the window across from him.

his collar was way up in the back and you could tell a kid that but they dont know how to adjust it. which is why people just adjust it for you.

but you cant really do that to an unknown kid on a bus. so i didnt say nothin.

and it sorta looks better sometimes to be young with a fucked up dress shirt collar.

and my silent affair with a certain tall skinny girl who i avoid at all costs.

yesterday i was walking east down wilshire as usual from work to La Brea because the 20 and 21 never come when you would like them to. So i am forced to walk the 7 blocks to La Brea to catch the big red Rapid 304. when what do i see but TKG walking down wilshire too! i found this as very odd since I know that she gets dropped off at least 7 blocks west of me! why is she here?

she is on the north side of wilshire, about two blocks away. so even though i think shes super cute, i cross the street to go to the south side. we walk and there she is waiting to cross la brea to go to MY rapid bus stop when here comes a 21. so i hop on it thus avoiding any contact with her or her coolness and i chuckle to myself. although i dont know why cuz im bummed cuz teen girl has a plane ticket to see me and shes not going to use it.

last night karisa danced with hef and his ten girlfriends.

she said he danced a lot. she was impressed.

tonight we’re going to the Cubs/Dodgers game.

kerry wood versus chan ho park.

i think we have front row tickets.

i have a love/hate relationship with my blog.

except not a lot of love.

oh well.

hi.