hello stranger.

I'm loving this!

Her name is Little Boots and I discovered her at her Spaceland performance.

Eye of the tiger baby. Eye of the fucking tiger.

I have NOT updated you in a MINUTE!

Last week was particularly exquisite because it was the week before I started Spring Semester. I'll go more into that later. But here I am at school typing soliloquies amongst book stacks and slackers on Myspace or Facebook. I love libraries. I have since I was a kid. My grandma used to live on Library St. in San Fernando and she used to take my cousins and I to Maclay and Library St. to rent movies. Not so much the books. The 3 block field trip with grandma would end at a little Market on the corner on the way home where we'd buy candies and small explosive devices that only Mexican kids knew about. Those were the days. Then on Wednesdays dad would take my little brother and I there too. We were always the last ones there. Apparently my family is on that knowledge train.

Back to my exquisite week that I ever so covertly mentioned in the beginning. . .

The entire week was chalkful of drunken nights and conversations and kisses and hugs and cuddling and girls and DJing and family and friends. All the things that make life LIFE. Wednesday in particular was memorable. That day could have been written into a screen play that ultimately could be a movie shown at Cannes. Yeah. It was that great.

I woke up around 5am. I just couldn't get back to sleep. So I went into my kitchen and started cooking. I cooked and COOKED! I made chicken but I marinated it in lemon juice. Then I made pasta and pasta sauce. When that was all done I made breakfast for my wife. Eggs and tortillas the way she likes them.

"I hope it's not too spicy baby!" I yelled from my closet.

"Baby, I'm Mexican." She replied.

As she was finishing I packaged up her lunch that she had no idea I made. I also packed a huge bowl for Dan. I was going to meet him at 9. I wrote on two Post-Its and slapped them on each Tupperware. Hers read:

"For my wife. . . Sgetti." Dan's read:

"For my betch. . . Sgetti." As you could imagine they were both elated. I hardly ever cook for people. But if I really love you or like you I'll cook and cook and cook and cook!

So I take the train to Dan's place. There's this alley I take- it's a short cut to Dan's. I was walking down this alley and it was warm from the sun. Birds were chirping. There was hustle and bustle in the air but simultaneously there was a lot of peace and quite. This equal part combination can only be found in this alley on the way to Dan's. There's this house facing the alley that must be from the 1930's. I always walk slow when I pass by this white house with cracked paint. I'm hoping someone will come out so I could see who inhabits this historic and whimsical part of the alley. No one yet. But I'll let you know.

Dan's apartment is so amazing. His roomate is a manager to a very high profile actor we all know and love but I'm not at liberty to divulge in such information. I digress.

Alright so I wrote this awhile ago. It ends here. I don't remember the meat and potatoes but basically at the end of this day I was downtown and took the last train home. I was walking into my apartment at some odd hour at night while a girl around the block from my apartment was being sprayed with gasoline and set on fire. Scary scary scary. Total bizarre day!

Eeeeek.