Things can only get better I feel,
but something stirs in the universe,
I am a little afraid of it.
The last time I drove this route
I was ran off the road by a semi just outside of Vegas.
Coming in to the city, the skyline was lit up by showers of lightning bolts.
A spectacular sight.
The electric city lit up by electricity at night.
It reminded me of the Emerald City, it looked so ethereal
But no rain
it was weird
got a few miles out of town and stopped to get gas.
Walked into the Quik Mart
and remarked, "Wow, no rain, weird huh"
Within 10 seconds,
it sounded like a parade of midgets swing dancing on the roof.
It was raining so hard I couldn't even see our truck anymore.
(It is a big ass truck)
We looked at each other amazed that my words produced this fury.
I told the boy to get the truck and pull it up.
He said No, Just run.
I turn to the cashier and said give me a bag.
Well Ok, he said, but I don't think it will fit over your head.
Not for my head, for my purse!
Ran to the car
and in those 7 seconds
my entire body was soaked
it was trippy wet and hot out
We looked at each other laughing
should've realized it was a sign.
After we got back on the freeway
I got a little edgy on the two lane road as we could barely see
the cars in front of us.
I noticed the one in front of brake and get closer and closer
I braced myself and noticed the semi to my right easing over to our lane.
I reached over, grabbed the wheel and yanked it left.
That put us into the rocky divide
bouncing up and down,
the semi not more than a foot away.
The truck finally eases back to the right
and we pop back up narrowly missing a huge boulder.
I look back and there is a semi sprawled sideways into
a car smushed up against the hill bordering the road.
It was like a flash
and then it was over
are we dead?
How about we stop?
so we did, in Mesquite
saw an Elvis impersonator in the lounge
and then bowled a couple games at the in-hotel alley.
It only got worse.
believe in the signs.
Hope everyone has a killer weekend.
Take some time to jot down your 100 things
or 20 as Chris and Alfred have abridged (lazy fucks, love ya)
and e-mail them to me. Try it, you'll like it!
Richard IS the "Yankee Blogger" and here to forth shall be referred to as the "Founder of 100 things about 100 Bloggers in 100 days", he even made a really cute little logo and everything. The Yankee/founder of 100 things/Richard is from North Hollywood and is a 9.4 on HotorNot (they are a tough crowd, I am sure he is closer to a 10).
I had fun reading about the readers of his sight, as they are unlike most of the people I have come across on blogdom so far. It seems to make the world a smaller place, knowing that there are people out there who are different yet the same as you in some ways.
I will say it again, God Bless the Internet and God Bless the Yankee Richard.
Wait can I say God?
God damn right I can.
I bought a Jack La Lane juicer off of HSN last night. Can't wait to get it in. I have so much frozen fruit in my freezer, I might have to open up my own damn smoothie shop soon.
Saw the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen before as well. It was like a spray or something that set your makeup, basically like a shellac for your face so your shit doesn't start sliding down at the end of the day. I couldn't believe it. If you need a shellac for your face you have bigger problems than mascara running.
Leaving for Jazz Aspen Snowmass fest on Thursday afternoon. woohoo. It is actually at Buttermilk, not Snowmass. Hmmm? Basically going to see my boy G. Love, but Macy Gray, Willie Nelson, Bob Dylan, and Phil Lesh are bonuses. The setting should be unreal. Ahhh, Labor Day... Weekend after is the San Diego street fest. We are on it, should be close to out of control.
My weekend - OK, well it went something like this:
Bitch, bitch, bitch, blah blah blah, complain
Why don't you shut up and come over her and eat my kitty Ok, Meesh.
Who wants mind-blowing orgasm after orgasm?
Oh! Me! I do! I do!
Who wants furry handcuffs and stainless steel vibrators?
I do! I do!
How about a jacuzzi and then after that I'll rub your feet?
Want to watch Amelie while we enjoy God's gracious green?
How about we make a tent in the living room and tell ghost stories by flashlight?
Cool! Let's do it!
Hey want to see what happens when we take these little pink pills?
What can I make you for dinner tonight Meesh? Anything you want.
Anything I want? Damn, those are the magic words...
Pretty close to that anyway. Left out that on Friday, went to Barfoot for dinner, with a dozen or so people. Half models, half ballers. After that went to the Beauty Bar/Star Shoes in Hollywood and a few other holes. Went back to Mickey's house (yeah, Mouse) afterwards and talked F ing poilitics until we all hated each other.
After the sun came up, it was like, do I pass out until 2 in the afternoon, or jet home to Ventura and hit the beach? The beach won out, and good choice it was. Glassed off in the afternoon, and there was a sick little sandbar at the Shores with only 2 guys on it. Nice.