I dont have the self discipline for chocolate chip muffins. Ol shaky hands at Floyds. Good head of hair, and the curse of mediocre ("ahh...") Mexican restaurants in Los Angeles. Mic talk, plus a show I got thrown on Saturday night. The Last Of Us. (Certainly not "The Thinnest Of Us")

More horror stories from the men's locker room at the gym. A real pain in the neck. Revenge on "guy that leaves 1-2 invisible cars between him and the fellow in front of him for no reason in 5mph traffic." The show this Friday past, and all the trials/tribulations involved in such. "Where's the 40mm?"

New Bureau Division: Leaf Blower Brigade. Im cold. Deadguy? More like NICEguy(s)! I saw Johnny Depp, then I went to watch Giant, and spend probably way too much time ruminating and analyzing a movie from 1956. Stand up as therapy? (That's when you know you're in bad shape...)

The ol "east coast blues"/readjustment period. Starbucks chocolate chip cookies are a pale imitation of their former glory. The most expensive mag ever flashed? A long week of sickness and nonsense, and a THC overdose for good measure. Paramount Plus has been managing to generally entertain the shit out of me. Why is Pedialyte so hard to fucking open?

"Songs that tell a story." Down with the sickness. Florida to Buffalo, Buffalo to NYC & back. 

The Pancake House, and why won't "Latin X" people ever give me ketchup at the drive thru? Florida, Christmas, and beyond. Jack Ryan season 3 stinks. Heat 2 ("tWoOo?!") was an interesting read.

The least merry Christmas in at least 100 years of peacetime America? A blessed day of travel from Los Angeles to Florida. Ferris Bueller's Day Off, from hell: Ihop, The Fablemans, the book store. The female form. Everything Is Ruined: Towels, and cans of Coke on ice. 

Not-Even-Slightly-"Urgent" Care. Editing. Stand up; a hero rises. F Avatar 2. (I didn't see it, but F it on principle) Everything, Everywhere, All At Once. (See it No Time, Anywhere, For Any Reason) Vitamin Shopppee low stock. Supercuts? More like SuperSLUTS! "Santa Baby" stinks as a Christmas song.

Baby, It's Fuckin Cold Outside. The Culver City Police Department is a helluva place. People that fucked me this week: Ralph's deli slicer guy, and guy at Carl's Jr drive through. The "self important A" accent. Cave In show. Dimebag, and the Berenstein Bears paradox. 

He really puts the "no" in D'Onofrio. I'm the fat chick that drove Rob & Mitch to the bar. Shoot, day 6 of 6. (Jesus) The "American Boy" Scorsese documentary. Don't be "person that leaves an invisible car length" in front of you for no reason in traffic. Don't. Drones. This wretched Indiana Jones 5 trailer, and all it portends. More like Axl BLOWS.