i'm cutting ties with them.
it's only been 7 years that i've spent with my boys Old E, Mickey, and Steely Rez, but y'all are too hardcore for me. it's the pressure to drink 40 ounces of you in the same amount of time it takes for a 12 oz. bottle to stay cold.
it's good times, and then it's goodnight.
and then it's a pounding headache. and then it's i feel too shitty to pack up and drive to LA. then it's lying to my dad that i didn't drink when he asks why i'm not packing my shit up to drive to LA. can't do it. i'm going back to the unmalted shit in the small bottle. i need to restore some order to my beer drinking life.
kuya pogz will appreciate me transitioning from a pansy ass paragraph like that to what he would consider another pansy topic: you go the fuck on, drew brees. what a story. i could write a shitillion reasons why that's such a great story, but i think the national media's got that covered.
work's been interesting this week. if anyone recalls the client my agency services and has paid attention to any news at all this week, you might be able to figure out why. i'm getting to play a pretty visible role to the rest of the agency and the client while they deal with this shitstorm. it's pressure, but it's also time to shine for me.
i had dinner with my cousin alain on my dad's side earlier this week. that came out of left field. but a great time with a family member i rarely get to see.
tonight, i went with katrina and friends to our first Downtown LA Art Walk. think "open house night" in elementary school, but put skinny jeans, scarves, iphones, mohawks, and plastic-framed glasses on everyone. instead of classrooms, they're open art galleries. and instead of teachers, it's DJ's. it's soooo LA, but it's free!
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