1.12.2009

85degrees of regret

Well what do you know, to bask in the warm 85 degree southern california weather was fantastic for my health. Of course it was. Laying on the beach in January is the best thing ever. i think it would be ironic if i moved to san diego and my sister decided to move back to the bay area. l.a. is an enigma to me. i saw a short little midget-esque woman doing squats with a huge weight bar on the beach. we weren't even anywhere near venice. how did she get that piece of gym equipment out to the beach anyway? i saw a very jazzersize'esque tranny strolling in front of pinkberry like only a tranny can . i took my eyes off my heavenly yogurt only for a moment to admire the legwarmers and ankle weights. he was followed by a bette midler fake impersonator. if that's red, what's orange??? i probably said that too loud. i hung with a lady with 25 mice in her home. she saved them certain death by snake ingestion. she was very hospitable and offered many varieties of stuff you put in a bong. i saw a man enjoying a leisurely beverly hills lunch with his dog on his lap. his lapdog was a 70'ish lb lab. oh beverly hills, you so crazy! spy photos! i also saw pineap ple express which is now in my top5 and it's not just because i was introduced to a certain person in that film when i went to visit his dad. if that was the case i would have liked spiderman a lot more than i did. yes, i regret not fucking him.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That doesn't sound restful.