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TOO RUDE FOR SOME PACES
this wasn’t really suppose to be on this but here it is anyway…. this happen at a night club during christmas season, btw.
Once again the girls start wearing more clothing, the scarfs come out and the sluty dresses that I like stay in the closet this time of the year. Ohhh Christmas time again, and better yet, Christmas at Hang the Dj’s. I went last year and I got more than what I ever expected, but that is a story not to be shared. It’s been quite some time since my last visit to Hang the Dj’s and what better time to pick going again than on their opening night at the Echoplex. Pretty big change, it’s downstairs from the old place. For the most part, I really enjoy doing photo booths. Who wouldn’t? I sit around next to my photo light and girls come up to me all the time asking me to photograph them and most of the drinks I hustle to get for free and it is typically loads of fun. Ha, well not this time around. At least not entirely, I had some struggle with some of the security guards there and it was very surprising to discover how serious they take their low pay brainless job. I don’t mean to sound all Hollywood here but those guys need to get off their power trip. With that said, there was a sour taste for the rest of the night that just didn’t allow me to feel my usual self. The night was a decent one, at least for everyone else. I was busy taking photographs, but from what I heard there was a lot of spit going around, specially from the stage to the audience. I hope a security guard caught some of that. I went pink for my photo booth as you can see. It was pink or black, and I thought black is more Halloween. Plus, a lot of people don’t know this, but people photograph better in front of bright colors. I’m not sure who is responsible for this but somebody took the big Santa hat I had on the table next to the photo booth. If you weren’t there you can stop reading now. But for those of you who did showed up and I photographed you, one of you took the big Santa hat and didn’t return it. The hat is not mine, or else the person who took it would be in very deep trouble, however, it was Scarlett’s and I think she deserves an apology. Besides the thieves going around and the security guards, the night was full of stories I will one day tell the children of my friends’. Point being… have a wonderful Christmas, and if you’re not into the JC thing just don’t drink too much and stay out of trouble. One more thing, be nice to security guards, it’s not their fault they didn’t go to school and all they have left is their muscles. I hope you like my photographs.
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TOO BAD
so yesterday i was at the new beverly watching the special screening of all the music videos done by michael bay followed by his awesome film “the island.” that is not what’s important. what is important is that i made the stupid mistake to go with my new girlfriend. she kept insisting that david fincher was the better director who transition from music videos to film. of course anyone who knows anything, knows that bay did the coolest and most expensive stuff. oh, and his movies are all epics. i mean, so who cares if he made a movie about an asteroid hitting the earth right after there was a movie released about an asteroid hitting the earth. his version was better because bruce willis and ben affleck were in it. you can’t beat that super duo. she insulted bay by saying that he makes the same crap over and over and hides some of his shit by adding a helicopter in the background or using fancy camera work. uhh, hello!!! isn’t that what movies are about? i don’t care if the problem throughout the whole movie is solved a minute before it ends. sue me for enjoying good looking people in front of big explosions. nothing is more sexier than danger followed by overly saturated colors and slow motions pans. bay is the man simply for trashing expensive cars so he can show it on a fifteen second part of his movies. did anyone see bad boys two? i loved the first one, but the second one was even better. in it, they crashed a lot of nice cars and not only that but they went to cuba. a place where i’m sure they wouldn’t mind people crashing top model cars, since they don’t have any circulating the streets. they keep it old school with their vehicles. but yeah, my girl was a total pain. then, she made me spend almost ten dollars on popcorn and nachos so she can later not eat any of it. i’m telling you girls are so much work. they need attention and calls everyday. i’m thankful to text messaging, now i can show i care by texting her a quick heart figure <3… it doesn’t even take words, technology, i love it. but i’m starting to hate her. i guess this is what i get for picking up at middle schools.
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OH RIGHT
this past thursday i met this very hot girl while i was on a date with somebody else. i mean i wasn’t really on a date, or at least i didn’t realize it until an hour into the date. i thought it was going to be a totally friend thing. but next thing you know this girl stops me as we walk to the club to smack me a big kiss. to me it was a huge surprise and all i was able to do was think about how jealous my friend tommy was going to be when he’ll find out. he had liked this girl for almost the entire year. i remember him stealing her purse to see her driver license to know her last name so he can look her up on myspace. well, when we finally walked inside the club she went to the bathroom and it was then when i met casandra. she was so beautiful, i could’ve stripped her right there and then. her ketchup breath was really what sealed the deal for me. that entire day i had been craving french fries with loads of ketchup, just how i like’em. and it was casandra who brought me the closest to my food fantasy that day. it was magical. she had brown hair to her knees and lips like ones of black people. i wasted no time before we hit the dance floor. she had killer moves. and even though every once in a while her long hair would hit my face, i didn’t mind at all. what i did mind was her hair poking my eyes. the hardest part of the night was getting rid of the girl i got there with. i ended up telling her that things were moving too fast for me and that i was going to go home with another person instead. to this day i’m not sure if it was my charm, my determination, my white crocodile boots or simply my dazzling looks, but that night i had my first threesome.
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BIG DAY
i’m not sure where to start. there are too many things going on at once. my lifetime friend who moved to london three months ago is now way too cool to accept any of my comments, i hate comment approval. i swear if it wasn’t for me she wouldn’t have ever become so popular at school. my cat is having major plastic surgery done tomorrow, she is getting a tail enlargement. i’m sooooo scared for her. vets say that it’s a fifty fifty she will survive. and on top of all of that, there is this creepy video going around youtube of last friday night of me getting a little freaky. how is this going to look in front of my wine literacy club members? i need to get a hold of tom to fix that. i’m so stressed!!! i must go and get my life back together.