Happy New Year!

Ha!

“the rest of America doesn’t count.”

I’m just going to chalk that up to self-loathing / Sandyeggo-loathing, and forgive and forget.

[impatient drumming of fingers on table]

… because really, the rest of America doesn’t count.

And you don’t. We have Dick Clark, slurring in the New Year. What do you have in San Diego? The Chargers? Meh – losers. We have stupid glasses, crowded subways (believe me, I got a 2 train at 7:30 at 34th and it was BRUTAL) a Mayor-f0r-Life, and stupid events in Central Park. And I am home – watching No Reservations.

There are parts of America that exist outside of where I am? No kidding?

I am in a parking garage, waiting to get in to some dumb-ass Hollywood party. Famous people keep walking into the club. Luckily, I am stoned to the bone.

Next up: shitty white wine with low-level indie producers. God is not always kind.

@Tommmcatt is with Karin Marie on This One: Best Eve I ever spent was at a party of wealthy Russian/Ukranian émigrés in an SF townhouse. I was the token American. And the token English-speaker.

Midnight, 010111. Greetings to the binary community.

@Tommmcatt is with Karin Marie on This One: Parking garage? Tell the truth. You were at Target on La Brea stoned out of your gourd.