It’s Tuesday the First of June, 2010. I slept all day long. I woke up very groggy at 7pm or so. Thirsty, Hungry, Still Tired, like a newborn and very cute baby mewling for milk. I rub my eyes…I wonder what makes me wake up when I’m so tired and I was in this lovely dream with Briar. Alls I remember is kissing and stuff. It was nice. What woke me up? Then I hear it again, the first few chords of Bolan’s Crash, by the fabulous New Bomb Turks. It can only mean one thing,someone is texting me. I find my Palm Pixi smashed under my leg and turn it on. I’ve got texts up the ass. Not literally.
So its an hour later right now. I haven’t checked my texts but I did use You Tube to slowly reacclimate myself to the world. Instead of doing the usual searches: Poker Bad Beats, Poker Bluffs, MMA Fights, Hot Chicks, Phil Laak-Boy Genius, Hell on Earth etc., this time I just went with the Popular selections.
I entered the world of mass hysteria. Gay. For the most part. Except Lena a hot German bitch who apparently won a contest I didn’t know existed for best song. It must be something like American Idol I guess. The video wasn’t even her song, it was just someone who was filming her a few minutes after she won, backstage, as she talked to the Prime Minister of some country, apparently Germany and a few other sycophantic individuals, kissing her ass and fawning over her, asking her ridiculous question after ridiculous question.
I gotta be honest. She’s smoking fucking hot. I would love to kiss her ass. Ha ha ha. I might as well be honest with you. She made me feel real funny inside. Its been a while since I got some!
Too bad I’ll never be able to hit that. I think that’s all I got for today children. See ya later kids.