Livin' Like a Family of One: Bump Bump it's Hump Hump Day!

As of 8 minutes ago, I have a new reader. I'd best watch my tongue. Welcome, 김소영! And yes, I left class and immediately sat down in front of the computer. I'm a damn sellout. A phony. A cool liquid mess.

I really can't shake the tireds. Actually, that's not true. But I'm having a hard time shaking them with this schedule of going to sleep around 2am. That's not what my body likes to do, nor is it what my mind likes to do. I don't think that's what my spirit seahorse likes to do either. Add those these components together and you've got That's Not What I Like To Do. But I keep doing it because I'm addicted to not learning from my mistakes. Ho hum. Won't get me tonight, though. No way, Love. 'Cause I'm'a write my report cards and go the fuck to bed. After I write this. And play guitar. And eat something. And alphabetize my rice. I'm bad at making rice. Maybe because it's out of alphabetical order...

My throat is also sore. Why?

Lex is out there makin' art and sweepin' chimneys. He's tryin' to convince me it's the life for me just as he's trying to convince himself that it's the life for him. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I think it sounds dope, but for now I'm out here living someone's dream. Not mine, but probably someone's. This dude's?

Before I leave you to the disorienting reality you have carefully crafted out of your time on this planet, allow me to push something upon you: Nathan Barnatt is a funny mother fucker. He's a regular at UCB LA and I first saw his videos a few years ago by accident. I didn't pay him much mind, but in the roundabout of LA, I would see him working on videos or see him on the cover of LA Weekly. I just happened upon some of his stuff again, and while I don't vibe with all of it, some of it makes me piss myself laughing. He's a rad dancer, noteworthy stuntman and avid video game aficionado. He's stone cold sober as far as I know, too, and I always find that admirable. So Nathan Barnatt, if you're reading this, please send me some shoes as well. And fill 'em with Skittles, couldja?

All right, that's all for now, birdies. Mama's fresh outta vomit.

Big Up to Brooklyn, Nucka.

-LS^2