ENTRY #1999
12/22/11
THE SONG: Love Stinks, The J. Gells Band
THE PLACE: home
THE WORD: skunked!
This man….
And this small dog…
went to war last night with this guy. This guy won.
ENTRY #1998
12/20/11
THE SONG: Monkey Man, The Specials
THE PLACE: the jungle
THE WORD: I can’t think of one so go fuck yourself (what?)
He doesn’t like the sight of Kobe and I think Paul Pierce is a giant poser but we found a common ground. Ben and I love cole slaw, the most wasted side dish in America. I knew this friendship had a secret ingredient we hadn’t tapped into yet. Smyth, save yours for us, you little hater.
OK, that’s all, just slaw.
ENTRY #1997
12/19/11
THE SONG: Broken Arrow, Buffalo Springfield
THE PLACE: your butt
THE WORD: ouch
Marco, The Supra Holiday package arrived and me, Craig and Kelly’s gifts got stolen out of the box. Jason, Rickk, Scott and those guys were in there but ours were not. We’re thinking if they did not get stolen, then ours were more pricey so they were sent insured? Just letting you know.
Hey Jim Buss, why not bring this guy back? Have you a few rum and cokes and give him a call.
Crankers, you need to talk to Malto about his bed making skills in the guest room. Military style, really impressive.
I wonder who’s buried in this one? YIPES!
ENTRY #1996
12/16/11
THE SONG: Smoke and Mirrors, Gotye
THE PLACE: there
THE WORD: stoked
Nice use of licorice ropes, my man. I cannot believe how much good candy there is on this thing. I could live on this for like, a week?
I might get into pyramids. Not the creepy money scheme, the actual structures. I have to see how the Laker season kicks off. People don’t write as many songs about the pyramids as they do about the sun but I just might change that.
He’s like part rabbit, part squirrel and a little bit of fucking amazing!
ENTRY #1995
12/14/11
THE SONG: Blowing It, Dinosaur Jr
THE PLACE: same place
THE WORD: same plan
I got a book on whale watching and tide pools and one of the locations they list to see whales is Marine World in Africa. Um, isn’t that….never mind.
F’ing great. She gets a goat but I can’t have one? What the hell?
Dear Sun, where the fuck are you? It’s so cold all the time. At work, at home, at the gym and then at work and at home and at the gym. Come on, I’ve been such a fan for so long. Burn me, dammit.
I have to go, can’t type with tears in my eyes.
ENTRY #1994
12/13/11
THE SONG: Take It Easy, Surfer Blood
THE PLACE: too close
THE WORD: shot caller
The cyst that Bird had removed from his foot was basically it’s own being growing inside of Kelly. I wonder what the attitude would be of something like that….YIPES.
Thiebaud invited me for a tour of Deluxe. Talk about Christmas coming early. Can I bring my dog and best friend? Do I even have a best friend? Do I even care? Should I stop this column?
ENTRY #1993
12/12/11
THE SONG: The Sun, Portugal, The Man
THE PLACE: here
THE WORD: where are you?
Full bummer, Lamar. Trying to find the good in this and I think it has to be way less Kardashian’s in the stands. Good Luck, I’ll miss you!
Had a brief disagreement with the nice man at Enterprise Rental Car concerning their classification of the Hyundai Genesis as a “luxury car”. Still feel like that is pushing it but I’m not mean spirited enough to go down that road with any effort.
I’m tired, hopefully Sanger and The Mez just blow your mind today with their columns.
ENTRY #1992
12/8/11
THE SONG: Going North, Missy Higgins
THE PLACE: North
THE WORD: Woo hoo!
If the Patriots make it to the Super Bowl, I’m going to have a Super Bowl Party. I think the real reason will make Bird really mad so if he asks me I am going to tell him that my great grandparents owned a farm in New England or something along those lines. We’ll see. He comes to a lot of family functions so I might also need to add that I had a great uncle that was attacked by a wild horse
We’re revamping some areas in our warehouse. Me, Callaway, River and the warehouse team are managing the project. And Rickk is co-producing with comments like, “so is this going to take you guys like six months or something”. Rickk, with an open heart, Fuck Outta Here.
Get it, seriously!
ENTRY #1991
12/7/11
THE SONG: Going North, Missy Higgins
THE PLACE: North
THE WORD: Fuck Outta Here
Mikey and I are pretty much BFF. We’ve thrown a wedding together, we have watched each other cry (mostly for shit he has caused) and now we are in total agreement about the name for the new video. (Rickk is shitting right now reading this. I am not mentioning the name Rickk, just cool your jets).
Hey Spike, you know when you were riding bikes here? Did anyone tell you to ride faster or lean back or talk louder or just boss you around at all? OK then, keep that in mind when we’re snorkeling. Leisure is not “the set”. “CUT”.
It’s still very hard to tell how the light fixture got broken at the sales meeting. Even if you look closely at these photos, there is no one crowd surfing or anything out of line for a restaurant, right….Rickk?
ENTRY #1990
12/6/11
THE SONG: Lucky, Melissa Etheridge
THE PLACE: here
THE WORD: yep
Bird, this is my final offering to you to move to the beach. Eldridge took the photo, Rickk wore the Euro outfit and the beach, it just rules.
ENTRY #1989
12/5/11
THE SONG: We Are The Champions, Queen
THE PLACE: here
THE WORD: always, duh
Anyone want to trade me my entire lunchbox collection for anything? Come on, make me an offer. You big babies.
What do you think it means when Callaway says to me, “See, that’s what happens when you go to college”?.
My friend Rickk appreciates the sun AND is a lovely photographer. He calls this photo, December. Just two of his many good qualities. Another is that he can do 90 minutes of hot yoga on a full stomach.
ENTRY #1988
12/2/11
THE SONG: Read My Mind, The Killers
THE PLACE: my mind
THE WORD: my mind
This is too cold for Torrance. 41 on Monday night? Fuck Outta Here!
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