“my life would be so much better if i was that guy”

its a slippery slope. its a bad scene. its the wrong path grasshoppah, i know. but i cant help it.

i wonder just what a piece of cake it must be for certain people to just skate through the day doing what i see them doing getting what i see them getting and think eff eff eff, why am i stuck being me?

the first time this happened was when i played high school hoops. i was the point guard. we had this guy from africa who was well over 7 feet tall. but for some reason he couldnt jump very high, and dont even ask me if he could dribble.

i thought, omg if i was just even 6′ 7″ id be so dominating. but 7 foot? fuggetaboutit (or however you spell that).

but those thoughts just made me hate him more. instead i shoulda helped him learn how to dribble and pass and use the elbow and use the left hand and talk trash.

the other day he friended me on facebook and said he was back in africa and married and running a clinic. he was a doctor.

he also said how he always wanted to be me in high school.

and now hes jealous of the life i have.

and it made me feel two feet tall.

i was patient during the boring years. like a man in love with a woman but then realized he was just looking at her hair and not listening to her words.

Lost is like that. style but so little substance.

this was supposed to be the season where everything came together and made sense. instead we are getting this second path about what would have happened if they hadnt crashed. we’re getting bodies being inhabited with new souls. we’re getting even more questions, few answers.

it was cute for a while, a long while, indeed. but wheres the substance?

what are we supposed to learn from these people?

it feels like these characters were barbie dolls shoved in a box and then people shook the box around and we’re supposed to be entertained by it all and pretend that all the connections are more than coincidences or tomfoolery.

what was the purpose of this show? was it just a jigsaw puzzle and we should be happy when all the pieces are put together? but what picture is it going to make? it better make a kickass freakin picture because im pretty much through with this show. which is sad cuz for a while it was my favorite.

additionally: Metafilter had an interesting thread about Lost yesterday

even though it consistently creates stars. huge stars.

but this is pretty funny.

till the end.

i had a teacher who said dont ever put messages in your stories.

no talking animals. no science fiction. no wise old men.

no wise inanimate objects.

and no messages.

there was a time when the busblog got quoted and linked all the time.

when it happens you think itll happen forever.

and i know why it doesnt happen much now.

which is why its so nice when it does.

she sits next to me

the first thing you should know about lindsay is she has to hear me talk all day

poor girl. so when they tell you pisceses suffer, now you have a perfect visualization

the other is that she loves animals. so much that she wont eat them or wear them.

so yesterday when it dawned on me that today was her birthday i was all omg we need cupcakes – Vegan Cupcakes!

fortunately downtown LA has everything, in this case, Babycakes LA on 6th and theyre delicious! and conveniently located across from a sweet art gallery.

shes the inventor of Your Morning Adorable, shes the secret reason behind all of our success, and if you see her at Disneyland today buy Lindsay a Red Bull on this, her 24th birthday

and you know i love bruce willis

true story however: worst concert ive ever been to was the Gorillaz at the Hollywood Palladium.

effers could have just played their entire cd for all we know. they had a sheet on the stage and apparently they were performing behind the sheet, but it was this whole psychological trip

which i wasnt buying.

it will be interesting to see what they are able to do at Coachella, but if its lame: you heard it here first!

with that said, i think this is a pretty cool song and an even better video.

they should just be in charge of all videos from now on

and a ride there.

someone also had luxury box seats which came with free whistlers who took requests

the suite came with a full bar, bartender, and discount prices on everything

they even had a dessert cart with candied apples and cake rollin in the hallway
(not pictured cuz youd die from its deliciousness)

and at halftime we got to take the elevator down one floor and eat at the restaurant

and then i looked up and was reminded of That Game

took the subway home and helped out some russians who werent going to transfer at wilshire / vermont

how did you know we were making a mistake one of them asked. your accents, i said.

with karisa j

and i think we’re gonna be rocking it from a suite

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for all the shenanigans that are doomed to go down