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Thursday, July 06, 2006
Lady luck never smiles:
Some say I have been listening to far too much arena rock these days. I would tend to disagree. Bring on the Def Leppard, the Journey, and yes, even the goddamned Bon Jovi. I will rock right the fuck out to that shit.
It is buttfuckishly hot here in L.A. and I long for the beautiful, air-conditioned apartment I have in NYC. Not that I don't like it here - far from it, I love my roommate and our sevenbillion cats and our freakish ability to consume more liquor than our combined body weight - but I hate being hot. An example: last Friday night we played poker in our kitchen, which was not air conditioned and therefore caused me to sweat like R. Kelly in a schoolyard, and I won $30. Last night we played poker in a casino, which was gloriously air-conditioned and had the added bonus of semi-skanky cocktail waitresses bringing me drinks, and I won $500. Honestly, I don't know if it had anything to do with the air conditioning, but my astrologer neighbor said that Jupiter went direct last night after being retrograde or underground or upside-down or something, and this was supposedly really good for my sign's financial outlook in the next few weeks. That, coupled with the largest gambling win I have ever had in my life, has made me sort of halfheartedly believe that I may or may not be on a slight lucky streak, so I will be purchasing several lottery tickets this evening. Those of you who know me really, really well (wink, nudge) will know just how hilarious that really is.
God, I hate summer. Thank goodness I have my friends Steve Perry, Richie Sambora, and my one-armed pal Rick Allen to keep me company as I seek refuge from the heat in a bathtub full of ice cubes and vodka (keeps the skin supple). Otherwise I think I'd go mad.
babbled by Kat @ 6:39:00 PM |
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