today i was fired from my job

they called it a “layoff” but everyone else in my dept still has a job
and i had more seniority than all of them combined

even though i know it was an unfair termination and i will get to sue and win
im still shocked, and im sad, and i want to cry.

to everyone who i was lucky enough to work with at E!
i will miss you, i learned a lot from all of you,
and i hope that if we dont keep in touch the normal ways
you’ll pop onto the busblog from time to time

my old lunch buddy + my old desk + when ll cool j played my work

dear hot chick who i went to coachella with,

i know you dont know who bauhaus is, and thats one reason why you were cool with us leaving the show right after weezer threw his black glasses into the crowd,

but peter murphy apparently took the stage by being lowered from the rafters and he sang all of Bella Legosi’s Dead completely upsidedown to the adoration of every wannabe vampire in the crowd, which as you remember, there were plenty of hiding behind parisols during the afternoon and melting in the warm sunshine of palm springs

i know you dont know an awful lot about rocknroll, but singing while acting like a caught bat is pretty rockn

i also heard that the chemical brothers had a light show going on in the raver tent that should have had a warning sign declaring it unfit for people on hallucinegons because reportedly it just wasnt some flashing lights on either side of the turntables, it wasnt just a police car light on a riser, it wasnt just a smoke machine under the gogo cage,

from what my sources tell me the back wall was a screen where some incredible graphics were being projected and then at the perfect time the entirety of the tent was flooded with stained glass effects making one instantly believe that they were no longer simply attendees at a show but lab rats whose senses were being monitored for over stimulation.

and we thought the traffic-free car ride was nice.

teenage fanclub via an ipod being pumped through a stock car stereo was what you and i were listening to when spoon took the stage and singlehandedly raised it up and spun it on their finger like a basketball, occassionally spinning it to keep up the momentum and once they were bored they grabbed the stage and smashed it into the the mountains to the south.

all of this while we were contemplating a fosters freeze at the el pollo loco.

this is what i promise you, cute girl who let me drive her car,

next year if you dont have a boyfriend or a fiancee, i will take you to palm springs on friday night, we will make sweet love all night and rise early for the entire saturday show, we will drive back to the hotel and make nasty dirty love and pass out, sunday we will attend church service and go to the second night of rock, and afterwards we will recap the experience in the comfort of a hot tub, then we will sleep tangled like monkeys and drive home happily monday morning at noonish.

what we did this weekend wasnt bad, it was good for a dry run, but next year it needs to be done right.

especially since tsar will probably be there.

save ferris + raymi + vortexia + christie

tomorrow is karisas birthday.

shes not going to be 25 as i recently reported on this blog. yes, this blog that states quite clearly that nothing in here is true.

she is not going to be 26 or 27.

shes not going to be 23 or 24.

shes not going to be 32 or 42.

shes going to be 30. 30 years old.

its so easy when you see someone you respect mildly freak out, to say oh its cool its cool everything is gonna be ok, youve got a perfect life, youve got a great truck, a good man, a perfect cat, a great apartment, cool friends on both coasts, and a killer bod with eyes that can get you pretty much anything you want at any time

which is why i dont look at her in her eyes for fears that she will ask me for something that im not so willing to give up, like my virginity.

but i remember turning 30 last year and it was a nightmare for me.

if it wasnt for all that capt morgans and those cheerleaders dressed as catholic girls then i probably woulda jumped off the golden gate bridge.

age does matter, but numbers matter even more. they represent something that maybe used to mean something but nowadays dont mean anything at all.

when our parents were 30 most of them had at least one kid but probably two, they had a mortgage, they had been married for a while and their television probably only got two stations clearly.

now we have hundreds of stations that come in clearly PLUS we dont have the financial and parental burdons of that previous generation. we’ve done it right. shit. in many ways we’ve got it made.

the sad part for karisa is that shes never had a kickass perfect idealio job that totally matched up her myriad of skillz and then compensated her properly. she and i worked together many moons ago and we saw people walk around us making mad green and we would laugh at each other as they passed by and sometimes we’d commiserate and id say its just like what led zep says, your time is gonna come.

sadly our time is taking its time so we have to hang out in hollywood drinking and waiting on that bus to unending success. i have to say that im lucky to have someone like karisa to wait with. and my other friends of course. but karisa is a special friend because she didnt go to school with me, she knew me when i was nothing and stayed friends with me when i lost all that i had.

and when we finally start living the lives of trapped people stuck in their high paying gigs, tied down with car payments and mortgages and IRA accounts, drowning in diapers and private school tuitions, we can always remember when the worst thing in our lives was the numbers attatched to our names.

and im glad that shes finally 30 cuz ive been calling her 30 for at least 3 years now.

too beautiful + keanuholic + sk smith + golden fiddle