I am back in L.A., which is where I am quickly realizing I belong. It turns out when 90% of your day is spent judging the fact that an entire city might be obese or all the women in another city dress like frumpy, ugly dykes--you know where you belong. Anyways, now that I am home I am going to have to go to Vegas next week. I love how I say things like, "I have to go to Vegas," when I mean, I get to go to Vegas cause I am fucking awesome.

I guess this is where I am supposed to write stuff that is clever and wonderful, but instead I am just going to say that I am home and being boring. Also, whenever I try to make my hair curly now that it is so short that I end up looking like Javier Bardem in No Country For Old Men because it sort of curls under and into a bit of a dutch boy hellish nightmare. The rest of the time it looks like I put my head in the freezer when it was wet.

In other news, after searching for nearly a month I found the Cocaine Photos off of Flickr. Hilariously, I thought these were gone forever. Now I just need to talk with the good people at MadAtoms/Fox Atomic and see if I can write around them although I don't know who they belong to and cannot get permission. Worst case scenario I get my brother and his beautiful porno hair to participate in our very own Cocaine shoot. All I'll need is a poster of a Delorean and a Members Only jacket. I guess I will just go running right now and when I get home I'll read, finish some writing and sit in the bath, but not in that order.

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