just kicked a chick out of bed

who before this afternoon i might have said, yeah but id never kick her out of bed.

life is nuts.

id like to tell you the entire story and i bet youd like to hear it. and for some reason i dont want to write about this in my secret journal i want to write about it here so that people could read it and learn from it.

but im not that sort of person. i dont air out my dirty draws out for the world to see. especially when it involves somewhat public people.

or in this case— never mind.

karisa just called and wants to go to the hollywood christmas parade with me.

perfect distraction.

so before i blow it and let all the cats out of the bag here are some birthdays.

Motown Records founder and music legend Berry Gordy Jr. turns 75 today.

I once had a chance to either see Stevie Ray Vaughn play with BB King, or the Who or Randy Newman. I picked Mr. Newman and I dont regret it. Today the writer of “Short People” “You’ve Got A Friend in Me” and “I Love LA” is 61.

David Letterman’s sidekick and original bandleader of the Blues Brothers Paul Shaffer is 55.

Brat Pack actor and unlikely hero of The Breakfast Club Judd Nelson is 45.

The man who most would like to replace Dan Rather, Jon Stewart is 42.

And Americas favorite soon-to-be half-billionaire Anna Nicole Smith is 37.

saidy + the detox + dehumidifier

yesterday was jimi hendrix’s birthday.

the greatest guitarist of all time.

so to celebrate i downloaded the new nirvana box set of rarities.

its pretty much what youd expect. lots of demo versions. practice takes. wrong notes. bad levels. clinkers. shit youd never really want to hear.

voices from the grave.

when i die i hereby bequeath all my demos and rare tracks to frances bean.

my house is a mess and i have a date at noon.

who accepts such invitations?

apparently theres a place that has these pancakes which as karisa says are as big as your ass.

she and i did laundry yesterday to celebrate jimis birthday.

today she set me up with a girl she met at trader joes.

thats a friend.

my lawyer is having a tree trimming in about a week. if i was a good friend i woulda figured out how to print out 50 or so of my books and hand em out to my buddies at the party but im a dumbass.

i had four made of the original run with the now-illegal cover. i gave one to karisa who was shocked at how great it looked.

i gave one to chris who kept saying omg omg omg.

they really do look good.

i was gonna mail one to ashley but now it turns out that she probably doesnt want it.

and i was thinking about mailing one to sepi because she helped me compile some of what ended up in there but i have lost contact with her.

i slept on the couch last night. it was cold. i fell asleep with the blankets over my head and the space heater clicking on and off throughout the night.

and kurt demoing songs for me.

my house is drafty and old and not meant for sub 60 degree temperatures.

but i guess its better than sleeping under a bridge.

by the river.

in aberdeen.

and if i had a left handed son

id name him jimi kurdt dylan.

ive eaten three mcribs in the three days since theyve been back,

and it doesnt take a documentary to tell you that thats about two too many.

chuck + jaime + layne + danielle