RJK 5000

I slept in.  It ruled.  I am eating all-bran cereal mixed with trail mix from ralphs (fourth-favorite supermarket location).  Carob is weird.  It wants to be chocolate so bad, or maybe I just want it to be chocolate so bad.

Not sure what i’ll be doing today.  I want to hoyjog at the gym, read, relax, and maybe go inside the swimming pool.  I’ll be cooking scallops for dinner i think.

it is so hot out.  i like it.  drinking this hot coffee makes me feel even better.  I’m going to go watch I love lucy now.  I hope it’s not the connecticut ones!

the building closes at noon on friday. i asked my boss if i could have a super extendo weekend and take friday off. he gave me a super duper extendo weekend, meaning i could have friday off without using any vacation or sick time. he is a nice boss!

marco treated me to sushi in little tokyo. we got the best parking spot in the entire structure. i constructed a new roll by topping an avocado roll with sashimi and substances from other rolls and sushis. it was good. i felt buzzed after two kirins.

watched a segment of a brady bunch episode that i tivo’d (okay, recorded on to vhs) and laughed so hard my belly ached and tears came out of my eyes. somehow crying and abdominal pain can make up the best feeling in the world.

i want to sleep in tomorrow morning. when i can, i can’t. we’ll see. meet for cereal and coffee.

After work I went grocery shopping.  jumbo scallops and red stripe are on sale.  then i came home and ate spicy baked sweet potato fries and spicy mango slivers.  it was a fun bachelorette dinner.  i took charlotte down to the dog park where she chased a ball once but didn’t retrieve it and spent most of the time sitting on the bench or waiting for me by the exit gate.  a very cute beagle was there too and wanted to play but she was too shy and afraid.

In first through third grade, i rarely played during recess.  i mostly sat on the bench by myself.  once my teacher came up to me and asked, “don’t you want to go play with the other kids?”  i said no.  charlotte reminded me of that.  in fourth grade i played on the bars and practiced gymnastics with some other girls during recess.  gymnastics was real big in texas.  bela!  in fifth grade i moved and went to a different school and hung out with cool popular girls during recess.  we sat and talked about how we should buy depeche mode tapes instead of debbie gibson ones.  those girls were good friends and smart too.  i miss them.  i was normal with them, went to slumber parties and talked on the telephone and everything.  i only knew them for one year because i came to california for sixth grade.  if i had stayed in texas i probably would have gone to medical school or be married with kids by now.  don’t tell my mom that.  after i got to california, i grew up.

i went to the library after charlomange and i went to the dog park.  i picked up a comprehensive collection of Wallace stevens’ poetry and prose.  he inspires me to write the gaudiest poetry and it feels all right to me.   it’s just a hobby.

Kind of late, but I was just at the gas station. someone asked me how much i paid for my rims. I laughed because I wanted to use the punk rock “nothing man, it’s stolen” line again, but I didn’t. told you i’d never do or say anything that cool ever again.

i bought plain dried mango today. they were boring so when i got home i juiced them up with paprika, pico de gallo limon powder, and cayenne pepper. now they are too spicy. better than boring though.

i better try to get some rest.  sorry i have nothing spicy to say.

i am going to bed early tonight. i felt spacey, sleep deprived, and hungover today. it was kind of nuts. then later on i felt hunger, which was also weird to me since i am spoiled. less fortunate souls feel like that 24/7, i can’t be disappointed about not being able to find parking at the sushi place.

i ate whole wheat pasta (good) and drank vanilla coke zero (not good in the absence of vodka). and honey roasted peanuts (good). there is still something wrong with my stomach.

would love to tell you more about what i ate and how it affected my digestive tract, but i need to sleep now.

I’m loving this tropical weather.  I should be drinking cheap Michelob ultras out of plastic cups across the street from the moana surfrider.  what am i doing here.

Just chillin’ out i guess.  i baked chocolate cake, ate baked sweet potato fries, and worked on sculpting abdominal muscles.  i might lie down and watch television soon.

last night i drank a lot of beer and played darts.

tonight i ate delicious cuban pollo en cazuela and drank plenty of jack and diet cokes.  i enjoyed life in los angeles.  life is funny.

happy saturday morning. charlotte is back into jumping on my head and wet-willying me every morning. it is okay at first, but multiple wet willies are kind of gross.

i’m having a shake made with nonfat plain yogurt, nonfat lactose-free milk, frozen banana slices, All-Bran, and vanilla-flavored protein powder. i am ready for today.

yesterday at the gas station, a middle-aged man asked me, “hey, how much you pay for your turbo?” my turbo. not sure what he meant, but i said, “nothing man, it’s stolen” and got in my car and drove away. i’m pretty sure i’ll never do or say anything that cool again.

well, it’s time for me to enjoy some coffee, accelerated body sculpting, and all the other joyful things associated with free time. i need to skate soon. i miss flip tricks and my skate buddies.

tonight i picked up a few things from the drug store: kung fu kizzle, fresh baked banana sandwich loaf, honkey burritos.

I am going to bed early tonight even though I took a bunch of naps throughout the day.  I enjoyed eating homemade coconut milk bread, being sleepy, and pretty much doing nothing.  i was useless today but i don’t feel bad about it.

i’m wearing the funniest (ugliest) pajamas right now.

tuesdays are such long days.  i need more hours to squeeze in all the good stuff.