I've been lagging on blogs. Sorry. Busy.
And
And
My laptop died. Ohhhh lawd! Aaaaaah why jeesus nooooo! Ooohhhhh so innocent! Never got into any trouble before! Why lawd! Whyyyyyyy! Aaaaaahhh!
Well, I mean, the laptop was like thirteen years old. Still sucks.
Dear sweet Ed and Mel. Sheldon. ❤
I fucked up my Farrah drawing. Motherfuckingcocksuckgodamnshit!!! But fortunately for me all my art friends were there to tell me what I did wrong after the drawing was beyond repair. Much like my marriage.
I was shook for a few days following the destruction of Farrah 1. But I'm starting a new drawing of Farrah today. She won't be two feet tall, however. She'll only be 9X12. Dolly is still the only two foot tall famous person I've ever drawn.
In the midst of drawing Farrah 1, four days total, I watched the following films...
STARTING OUT IN THE EVENING, which I had seen before and thoroughly enjoyed.
RIDE, with Helen Hunt. She needs to make more movies. I really liked her in this one. Lots of energy. Brilliant.
AUGUST: OSAGE COUNTY, or as I like to call it, fuck off little women, because this film is the anti-christ of little women.
AMERICAN BEAUTY. You know. Naked A cups.
BUGSY
and
AMERICAN GIGALO. I really love this film. Richard Gere is so hot it in it. And, side note, I really love (movie) FADING GIGALO with John Turturro. If someone paid me to write a script about a gigalo, it would pump the same blood as both these amazing movies. It's just rare to have stories about a not uncommon male profession. I live in Vegas FFS. If you're hot, someone is paying you for sex.
Aaaand then I fucked up my drawing. It happens. Fuck. Motherfuck. Fuck. Fuck. I drank. Climbed on the ledge. Passed out. Shook it off and will start again. Fuck.
If I ever do anything really dumb and it winds up in the news or worse yet in the courtroom, a true test of friendship, fellowship between Aramis and I, will be whether or not Aramis has erased all my text messages the following day. Because that shit would seel my fate within a minute.
There are three times a year I absolutely hate living in Vegas: New Year's Eve, AVN weekend, and the fucking superbowl. Nope. Just. Nope.
243 profiles blocked. I counted.
I really need to get a body cam. The only thing I complain more about other than the ghetto white trash hillbilly yee-haw motherfuckers out here, is the shitty way they drive. And Vegas FOX news, which is different from the conservative FOX news, reported that Vegas is one of the worst cities in the country for its drivers. And I've decided I need to get a body cam. Here's why...
Yesterday I past a car and an SUV in a Titanic size wreck of a fender bender outside the local thrift store. This car, just a regular car, was parked with it's hazards on while passengers were putting their thirft store purchases in the backseat. A common practice. I see it all the time. An SUV clearly going well above the speed limit apparently told the car to go to hell because the driver of the SUV did not slow down, did not even try, and just rammed the fuck out of the back end of the parked car. Amazingly, the car only suffered a broken turn signal and the back end was a little dinged up. The front end of the SUV however was just Wile E. Coyote ACME smashed to smithereens. If the driver of the SUV didn't die, it must have been one hell of an airbag. I did not stick around. "Not my monkey" as the Polish people say.
On the same day...
I stopped by the most condescending 7-11 ever.
"Get one for $1.99. Two for $2.00"
Really, 7-11?
Hey! I just read on Twitter that one-fifth of black Americans carry a Methuselah gene. Dude lived to be 969 years old so it's possible. Who knows what he brew? Get it? He brew! Hebrew! And you know if you read it on the internet it must be true. "Not my circus" as the Polish people say.
So there's a Japanese artist, I don't know what his name is. I can't read Japanese, unfortunately. But he made a painting that totally reminds me of Miso kitty. It really touches me when I see it. Just beautiful. Click the link. Seriously check it out. It's a beautiful painting. And who among us hasn't been this stray cat? It's why I call me and Miso, two stray cats.
ONE STRAY CAT
I'll leave you now with a link to Miso's Dolly Parton challenge.
C'MON EVERYBODY ELSE DID ONE
And to ask you...
So are we joining the Yanggang? You know he's the only Dem presidential candidate to mathematically explain his economic plan to improve America's quality of life by a $1,000 a month.
Asian!
And yes, I'm still a registered Republican, but that doesn't mean I'm obligated to vote that way.
Asian!
Way to have my back auto correct
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