Some Things

Filet Mignon in bed watching pay per view movies is totally a business trip thing, and I am loving it.

Before this, I was drinking fifteen dollar cocktails with pear slices that had centers that looked like stars. Every five minutes some stunner would walk by our table, a girl in a leopard print dress or a man with swagger. I watched every one of them, tryin to soak up style game for Northern Cali, where the bar isn't nearly set so high.

Today was awesome and forever long. Almost twelve hours at the studio, I worked for most of it and spent the rest playing Harvest Moon Cute on my DS. I also lost like 4 foosball games cause there was a table at the studio.

Years ago I dated a boy with a foosball table and loads of cash. We played quite a few games and he kicked my ass constantly, even after he started playing one-handed to give me a chance at winning.

But note: today was the first time I played a dude who gave me saucy defense strategies so that I'd even have a chance at winning a game. It's the ginger I told you about a few days ago. He's dope and really friendly. And a good sport. He played the last game one-handed. He still beat me.

I've got 2 more days to perfect my skills, I'll keep you posted.

Tonight I want a cuddle and a blunt so bad. But it looks like it'll be a while before I get either of those. So it's just me and PPV tonight.

And Harvest Moon, of course.

Tomorrow I have to be at the studio at 8:30. Our model is impossibly beautiful and sweet, too. It's almost unfair, but at the same time it makes perfect sense. What's a model supposed to be if not perfect, ya?

Good night and X O.