Don't Push Me Cause I'm Close to the Edge

 

 Wake up at 3pm yesterday.Previous night is P-Bear's 23rd, which we celebrate at Brother Jimmy's on the UES. Party all night, bed at 7. So I wake up at 3pm yesterday afternoon and make myself some eggs (scrambled) and bacon; it seems like all I am eating these days are bacon and eggs, with some dat cheese, too.

"Do not what I would do unless I tell you to"

 I know people are reading 9 & 3/4 on the regz. B l o g g e r tells me these things. I just don't know who, but  I know you're out there. Can anyone tell me who this woman (above) is? Hint: Her motto is the title of this entry. I kind of would like to encourage people to start commenting on the blog - I'm pretty sure you can do it anonymously. Tell me what you think, or give me ideas on what to write about. I've been doing a lot of late-night recaps, which I will continue to do, but I'd like to due sum uther tings. Ciao.

Hunter S

"He talked about luck and fate and numbers coming up, yet he never ventured a nickel at the casinos because he knew the house had all the percentages. And beneath his pessimism, his bleak conviction that all the machinery was rigged against him, at the bottom of his soul was a faith that he was going to outwit it, that by carefully watching the signs he was going to know when to dodge and be spared. It was fatalism with a loophole, and all you had to do to make it work was never miss a sign. Survival by coordination, as it were. The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, but to those who can see it coming and jump aside. Like a frog evading a shillelagh in a midnight marsh." [Rum Diary]

Back to School [Final Countdown Edition]

Back to school yesterday, for the final time, the last semester. However, we need not get reflectional - YET. To usher in the new year, 2010, and catch up with friends, much drinking has been done these past few nights. First night back (Sunday) - 1020 for-four hours or so. Salts McGalts, Robin Hood, EoH, Rufus, Horchata, my cousin, Cherry Island; everyBODY was out.

Das Racist

Rainbow in the Dark

Las Vey Has Wisdom, Part II

Arrive in Vegas around 5pm last Monday. Exciting blends are in the air. In our bags, too. Haaa! JK. Anyway, park da car and call Hunt City to find our where our room in Caesar's is. 6611-6613. It's a big fucking suite. Epic. My favorite part of the suite is this perfectly rounded round table with six chairs (one for each person on the trip), where we can play drinking games or just drink. Fantastic!

Las Vey Has Widsom, Part I

Back from that other coast, just in time to see maaah J-E-T-S beat Cinci for the second straight week to earn a trip to the divisional playoff game @ San Diego next Sunday. HI-YO! Got my wisdom teeth out this morning (all four of them), and this is how it went down: I wake up at 1030 to my dad's gentle voice, who tells me I need to be at the oral surgeon's office an hour later, whooopie! Oh, and can't eat breakfast. <3 Monday's. So I can't feel the bottom half of my face, I'm drugged up as hell, and I see this as a timely opportunity to tell ALL my fans (really just the five people who read this) about California and Vegas.

2010

Happy New Year from LA! 2010-2019 is going to be an awesome time, even better than 2000-2009 (in 2001, I had my Bar Mitzvah and became the shit in the Jewish community; in 2002, I graduated from junior high school; in 2005, I got my license; in 2006, I graduated from high school and enrolled at Columbia; in 2008, I did an onslaught of drugs for the first time [just kidding!]; and in 2009, I fell on a glass table during spring break in Quebec City while I was blackout drunk, and needed eight stitches to mend the blend).