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Friday. March 1, 2002.
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| Oh, what do I see on the ground? Is it water? Was there rain last night? Yes! Hopefully it snowed somewhere near by. Somethings not right today, there was no traffic on the 710 or 405 at all. Not that I'm complaining or anything, but it just seemed a bit odd to me. I still have this nasty fish taste in my mouth, I don't know if it's just mental or what. Where is Tiana? I hope she's not disappearing on me again. =( Dude, my office is just like my room. No matter how much I clean it and how much sh*t I throw away, it just looks more and more messy. Oh yeah, I had to redo the whole journal section since, much like Y2K, I didn't plan ahead. Who would have thought that I actually would update this thing everyday? I was supposed to meet up with Daniel and his homies but sh*t keeps moving around. I don't know what's going to happen now. I would go meet up with them in Torrance but I already found a close parking spot by my apartment, and that's like gold to me. Plus I just ran around big gay Long Beach by myself for a little bit. I'm not really up to doing anything. That is unless some super hot girl pops out of nowhere, yeah I'll keep dreaming. I've spent the past three weeks trying to figure out the name or artist of this one song. No luck. They barely play it on KROQ and I don't want to go around asking people like Al Bundy. Remember the "hmmm hmmm him" episode? Haha. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Saturday. March 2, 2002.
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| Some faggot tried to talk sh*t to me online, too bad he was just typing to my away message. What a joke. If it's somebody I know that was messing around, let me know. If it's just some candy ass bitch, then you can't possibly expect me to take you seriously with a pathetic wannabe pimp screen name like "socalipinoy69." Haha. Wait. Hahahahahah. Whew! Bitch please. Oh yeah, back to my day. I had to move all my stuff out of V-spec, so I'm trying to figure out how the hell I'm going to move a 6-speed tranny, a built SR block, Blitz rims with semi-slicks, and a bunch of other stuff from Baldwin Park to Santa Ana. Good thing my boy PJ let me borrow his truck to move all this stuff. I know he never reads this page, but I just want him to know that his help is always much appreciated. Damn, how come everytime there is an accident on the one side of the freeway, I'm stuck on the other rubbernecking side? GO!!! >=[ I found one of the songs I was looking for. It's actually by Foo Fighters. Surprising since I've never listen to any of their songs before. But this song is tight, the lyrics are awesome. One more song to find, damn. I think the other song is by Olivelawn, some old school punk band from San Diego. But it won't come up on kazaa when I search for it. I went to the Clippers vs. Warriors game with my Dad and they kicked major ass! Well, I have to wake up at 4am to go snowboarding. Sick huh? I still have to put my laundry away and it's already 11pm. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Sunday. March 3, 2002.
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| It's 4am already? Damn! I'm so tired. How can a person last a whole day of snowboarding with only 4 hours of sleep? My sister is on crack. She wants me to bring her make up to my parents house since she slept there last night. So now I have to rush, drive out of the way, and drop this stupid sh*t off. Like it's that damn important. Boarding was pretty good, even though the snow was kind of slushy and really icy. We must have gotten 15 or more runs in today, and only one asshole smacked into me because he's an idiot. Damn, I thought this sunblock would work, but not this time. I look like a raccoon and it hurts. I'm not that sore though. I guess Mike got me addicted to speeding down the run last time, so I tried it again this time down a really steep hill. The only problem is that it was so icy that I couldn't stop, plus I was going so fast that I didn't want to stop. Unfortunately, gravity and the end of the run didn't agree with my reasoning. Wow, Tiana e-mailed me. I guess she didn't disappear. And it's a damn good thing she didn't. I'd miss her too much. And I'm not just saying that because I know she reads this. Sh*t, I have to get all my stuff ready for Houston next weekend. And surprisingly, I'm not tired enough to go to sleep early. What the hell is up with that? I better set my VCR so it records WWF tomorrow when I'm at the House of Blues. Oops. I forgot to update my nine calendars to March. Actually, I'm exaggerating. I really have about nine calendars, but I only write in and update three of them. Oh look, here is Lexus Locklear for March on the Vivid calendar that Jerry gave me. Since I keep talking about dope songs that I'm looking for, lets talk about a super lame song. Now if you want a song that sucks check out the new song from P.O.D. Youth of a nation or some crap. And I thought the first song they released sucked, this one could suck the meat off a T-bone. It pisses me off when I have to hear it in the car. Actually, everything pisses me off when I'm in the car. =\ | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Monday. March 4, 2002.
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| What a boring day, lots of packing so I can move to my new office. Drunko came down and we went with Brandon and Kris to the House of Blues to see Linkin Park play. Damn, they rocked the house like never before. Too bad there were a bunch of little kids there, but Drunko fit right in because she's the same height. Eddie looks just like Mr. Han, the DJ. So we're trying to conjure up some plan to trick girls into thinking that we're Linkin Park when we go to clubs. Haha. Tiana called me, yay! I couldn't hear her because the music was so loud, boo! It's funny because our managing editor, Jen, thinks that I'm dating every girl that comes to visit me at work. If I dated that many girls, I wouldn't have so much time to be updating my journal everyday. She doesn't believe me when I say they're just my friends. Trust me, they are. I found all the songs I'm looking for, so I can finally make my CD. Kazaa sucks lately, after all the updated versions, it just gets more and more sh*tty. I had a bunch of stuff to write about, but now I forgot. My vision is kind of blurry today, it's probably from lack of sleep. OK, I just went to buy some water and I remembered some of what I was going to write about. I found this dope parking spot right in front of the HOB and we put like $4 worth of change into the stupid meter. Right when I put in the last coin, this stupid security guard came out and told me I couldn't park there. Man, every city is trying to scam my money for parking. Bastards! I'm done. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Tuesday. March 5, 2002.
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| I know I always say that my days are boring, and well, today isn't any different. All I did was sit and wait for the movers to come move all my sh*t to my new office. I ran into a slight dilemma for next weekend. Annie is coming back from Arizona to visit, which is cool. But then Nick is going to Mammoth next weekend to go boarding. Then Brandon is going to Mammoth also. So, do I stay back and hang out with my long time friend? Or do I go to the dopeness of all California snow and board my heart out? Damn, tough call. I still have this stupid raccoon looking tan line on my face from my sunglasses and now I'm starting to peel. I talked to Jenny today. She said she likes me because I'm mean. Haha. That rules! I still need to get a haircut before I leave for Texas. Shi*, I don't even know what the weather is going to be like anymore. It got rained out and flooded last year, who knows what's going to happen this year. Tiana sounds kind of sad lately, that sucks. =T And she's usually the one that cheers me up, too. I hope those fu*kers moved all my stuff so I can unpack tomorrow. Having everything in a box is pretty unproductive. I just found out that the CD making program that came with my computer is way faster than that crap I downloaded. Oh yeah, I just watched the WWF tape from last night. The story lines are getting really stupid, and that's the only good thing about the show. Everyone knows the wrestling is wack. Did anyone that watches WWF notice that Stone Cold had the bandage on the wrong knee last night? Come on! Details people, details! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Wednesday. March 6, 2002.
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| Dude, I had a dream that someone shot me and I died. How fu*ked up is that? I don't know why people say that if you die in your dreams, you die in real life. Because I've died many times in my dreams, and I'm alive. Or, at least I think I'm still alive. I wonder what that means anyway. In my dream book it says that getting shot means that an injustice will be done to someone close to me or to me. Traffic still sucks monkey anus. Jason and I are going to find some secret route to avoid crappy ass La Ciennega traffic. Damn, we got to the office and the movers weren't done moving our sh*t to our new offices. So what to do, what to do? Shi*, let's go eat breakfast and not come back until 11am. Haha. Unpacking a bunch of boxes is a pain in the ass. I think I have most of my stuff organized for Texas now. Plane, hotel, car, media passes, hoochies. Just kidding about the hoochies. I haven't packed or cut my nappy hair yet though. Oh, I see how it is. Now it rains, when I'm not going to be around this weekend to utilize the new snow. It had to be all hot last week so I get to snowboard on ice and slush. Whatever. I just realized that my car is dirty as all hell. There's no real point to wash it since it'll be dirty and have bird sh*t all over it within one hour of parking outside. I think I ate too much today, I should go run around in the rain. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Thursday. March 7, 2002.
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| Happy birthday Kat, even though you suck and don't call me back. I realized, at lunch, that eating salads is way more expensive than eating steak. What a rip off. Don't you hate it when you give people something or email them some info and they say "I never got it?" And it's like, shi*, it's in my damn outbox with your stupid ass name on it. Yeah, yeah. Keep raining now that I'm not going to be here this weekend to go boarding. I think I need to cut my hair every week and a half now. I just got off the phone with Annie, trying to see what's up for next weekend when she comes here. Andy just called me all drunk, haha. I need to get drunk. Oh well, packing time. Hi Tiana, if you're reading this. Wow, short journal today. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Friday. March 8, 2002.
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| I hate packing. I always think that I'm going to forget something, and I usually do. I'm staring at my suitcase now, and it seems like it's still missing something. Shirts, sweaters, jackets, boxers, belt, pants, khakis, socks, hygenic stuff. Damn, I don't know. Whatever. I'm off to Texas. The plane trip wasn't that bad, except for some stupid bitch that wouldn't mobe her bag. She just put it in the seat next to her so nobody could sit there. Dude, and I thought I get lost a lot in downtown LA. It took me like an hour just to get out of the airport parking lot. To top it off, Yahoo Maps gives the most f*cked up, non-existent directions ever. So I end up in some ghetto area in Houston, probably not the best area for a little chinese dudel. I had to search for a place to eat, since I didn't want to wander too far from the hotel. Oh yeah, Kat finally called me back, freak. A couple of my homies from Protech came by and we went to the SCC party. Umm, can you say empty? Because I sure as hell can. We bailed after a few drinks and went so some club called Spy. This was the place to be. Girls getting painted naked, strong ass drinks, and bomb music. What more could you ask for? I guess I got super wasted because I vaguely remember going back to the SCC party. Apparently it was still wack because we left again after a couple of drinks. I came back to my hotel and knocked the f*ck out! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Saturday. March 9, 2002.
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| Oh man, way too much alcohol last night. I was too lazy to look for another restaurant so I ordered food from some delivery service. I guess the minimum order was $15 and after service charges and tip I'm stuck with $30 worth of food just for myself. Fu*ken scam! Import Revolution was whatevers. Just another car show. Oh yeah, my buddy Wenders was there selling illicit pictures of herself. Tsk, tsk Wenders. I think the only "model" I wanted to see was the ever so hot, Sharon Sotto. I think it's cool that people actually came up to me and said "are you Ricky Chu? Much props man." I was expecting more of "are you Ricky Chu? I hate you and I'm going to kill you in the parking lot." That's cool though, that people would come up to me and introduce themselves because I know I don't look really friendly. They get mad props from me. Ooh! Sara called. =) Ah! Texas steak, another thing that I've been waiting for. Party time! What?! We started off at the Men's Club, not your typical strip club. Not really my scene, next please! Club Jubilee was packed like Le Prive. Next! Club Paisanos (I forgot how it was spelled) was pretty cool. With some dude coming up to me saying "you work for Super Street? let me know if you need anything, drinks, anything." Lets wander off to Spy again. Boom! I know they wouldn't do me wrong. It was so packed that we could barely walk through. Some bitch got too drunk on the patio and fell down and smacked her head. I walked over and asked if she wanted another drink. Her cute friend said "no more drinks for her." 2am, last call for alcohol. 2:30, club closes. Time for sleep. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Sunday. March 10, 2002.
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| I woke up at like 6:30am. F*ck that! That's 4:30am on our time. Sat at WIC all day freezing. Justin ran 11.1 in his Supra on street tires and made it to the semi-finals. I drove the 738rwhp Supra around Houston for a bit, damn I want a Supra now. We all went to eat and sang karaoke and some weird karaoke bar. The slowass waitress took forever to bring drinks so we just ordered 4 at a time for each person. There were other people in the room and I think I scared them by singing Metallica and Guns N' Roses. Sh*t, I have to wake up at 7am and it's already 2:30am. I gotta give extra thanks to Kevin and IPN Industries, Justin and Protech Performance, and everyone else in Texas that made this trip awesome. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Monday. March 11, 2002.
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| Kaboom! I'm back and I didn't get into any fights! I'm sorry, but will somebody please explain to me what the point of talking sh*t to me on my guest book proves. Honestly, I'm not impressed or humored. To top it off, none of these f*cks can spell and I'm still trying to figure out what the bingo analogy is all about. Damn, I didn't do sh*t today except for sit on a plane and go to my parent's house to do laundry. Whoa! Tiana called me today. Damn, what else happened? I took my phone to cingular, again, to fix the screen. Now the screen works, but it barely lights up. Whatever. Oh yeah, Mike said "f*ck cingular" also and switched to nextel. I think the Long Beach airport is way better than LAX. Less hassle, less people, and way closer. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Tuesday. March 12, 2002.
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| I got some pretty sad news today. But I can't talk about it until later. =T My expenses from this weekend are over $800 on my credit card. How wack. I just got back from singing. Chuck kept picking songs for me to sing and my throat is still killing me from Texas. Actually, I still haven't fully recovered from Houston yet. I need some damn rest! Dude, WTF is up with my sh*t lately? I typed this long ass e-mail to Tiana and my computer freezes so I have to re-type it. Then I'm typing this e-mail to Akiko, and the aol.com starts trippen and I lose that e-mail too. Now I'm typing this reply on the forums, and my aol trips out and I had to re-type that too! >=[ I almost lost today's journal entry. Damn. My journals are getting shorter, but that's just because I'm doing less. Haha. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Wednesday. March 13, 2002.
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| No work today, just a long ass drive to San Diego to shoot Rhandy's car. Man, I was like 10 minutes from the border of Mexico, that sh*t is far. Waddup with this weather? Cold, hot, cold, hot, windy, sunny. Damnit! Since some fuc*nuts took the domain name www.rickychu.com. WTF is up with that? They're trying to sell it, but they want a grip for it. Super wack, they're on crack and they can kiss my ass. Tiana called and we talked for a while. How come every time a girl says they had a dream about me I think it's good? Then it turns out it's some sh*t about me being mean to them in the dream. Do they really think I'm mean? =( Well, I guess I am. But not to girls! =T | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Thursday. March 14, 2002.
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| Oh man, I actually overslept today. I woke up at 8:10am, usually I get up at 7:10am. I just jumped out of bed, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and boned the hell out. I was walking to my car so fast, I think I smacked my bag against some crazy lady. Sorry, don't kill me, cut me up, and eat me! =( I actually didn't get to work that late despite waking up late and the mad traffic on the 405N. Dude, it's windy as f*ck today. It sounds like the Peterson building is gonna fall over. I actually had a long converation with Lala today. It seemed more like an interview though, haha. All good though, she's cool. Went to eat dinner with Willie, Lana, and Patty. Patty got into an accident and her car is a total loss. =( I haven't kicked it with her in a long ass time. She keeps disappearing on me even though she denies it. Jimmy missed WWF again, haha. He anticipates for WWF every Sunday and Wednesday but he misses it every Monday and Thursday. That dude cracks me up. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Friday. March 15, 2002.
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| What a weird dream about Tiana. How come when I'm not in a rush to get to work, there is a lot less traffic than when I need to get to work? If you're ever in West LA, don't go eat lunch at Johnnie's Italian Food. The "lunch special" pasta looks like it's for a fu*ken 12 yr old to eat at recess time. Like a Lunchable. I finished that pasta in like 3 bites. Why are all my friends flakes? If they don't stop flaking, I'm gonna start flaking. My friend, Annie, came back to Cali to visit for the weekend. So I call up Chuck to go to Miyagi's because he thinks he's a pimp. Doesn't answer his cell phone, and finally calls me back last minute to say he can't go. Whatever, I'll roll by myself. It was pretty fun actually. Viet Cong Quang would have loved it there because some of the Import Revolution models were there. He could have gotten really drunk and started pretending like he knew them again. Drunko didn't call me back because Ryan is too boring to go out. It's OK when it's Drunko though, because I never get mad at her anyway. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Saturday. March 16, 2002.
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| Whoa! 11am? WTF am I thinking waking up so late? Sara called me to go eat lunch. How can I say no to someone that hot? So I get up, take a shower, and get dressed. Oh sh*t, my room is a mess. I gotta clean it before she gets here so she doesn't think I'm a total slob. Last minute, phone rings, she cancels. OK, so now I still gotta eat so I drive around in circles for a bit. Fat Deb was supposed to go to the Clipper game with me tonight too, and then an hour before the game she flakes. That's so damn inconsiderate. Don't f*cken call me anymore, you suck! Consider me your ex-friend! Clipper lost, by the way. Hmm. Party with Annie and all of her big tittied friends again? Or go to Bannana Bay for Pinky's birthday? Tough call. Going clubbing would require me to drop off JT, come back to Long Beach, take a shower, get dressed, and drive to LA. Going to Bannana Bay would require driving straight there. Bannana Bay it is. It was actually cool because Elton, Fat Wilie, and all of them showed up too. Big Gay Al brought his daughter. Dude, I must be out of shape because we were running around playing tag and I was out of breath. She's only like 5, and she's running around like she's an Olympian. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Sunday. March 17, 2002.
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| Apparently I only need one night sleep in order to last me all weekend. I slept at like 2am and I was wide awake by 7am. Waddup with that? I gotta go eat lunch with Annie before she leaves. It's crazy because her aunt lives four houses down from my first house in California. It was so strange, walking, and reminiscing about my childhood. Most of my dreams occur at this house or my other house in Placentia. It was like a movie, if that makes sense. So we're driving to lunch in my 240 and some old white bitch starts tailgating me on Lambert. I brake check her and bone out. When we get to the light she rolls down her window and says "why you chickening out? I saw you tap your brakes." I replied with, "you stupid slut, you seriously wanna go at it? Let's roll! I was doing you dumbass a favor by not racing you." Seriously, a stock 3-series bimmer against my 240? What a joke. My sister has the same car, and believe me, it's not fast at all. Spent the rest of the night doing laundry and watching WWF. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Monday. March 18, 2002.
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| I have an idea! Let's do construction on La Ciennega and Fairfax at the same time. F*ck construction workers. One day you'll see me on the news going crazy throwing cones across the freeway and knocking over those stupid light up arrows. Nothing really happened at work today, I just had a lot of sh*t to finish up before I leave on Wednesday. Wait, I have a better idea than earlier. Let's do construction on La Ciennega going both ways. Let's see, it'll only take me an hour to get from the parking lot to the 405 freeway. F*cken weak. Woo hoo. The Clippers won! I think I'm in a super bad mood lately because everything is pissing me off. I just realized that Daniel is as big of a WWF loser as Jimmy and I are. We were actually trying to figure out the plot for Raw tonight. How lame huh? Haha. I don't care. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Tuesday. March 19, 2002.
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| Cut my hair, because I didn't want to look like hair-farmer Jonny Wong when I went to Florida. What to pack? Everyone I've talked to in Florida says it's hot as hell, but I'm reading the weather report, and it says 67-69. WTF? 90% Humidity? That's nasty. I guess I should pack all my clothes today, then tomorrow I can go to the airport straight from work. I know I'll forget to pack something, that's just the way it goes. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Wednesday. March 20, 2002.
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| Oh man, I think I packed too many jackets and sweatshirts. It's supposed to be fu*ken hot in Daytona Beach. Sh*t, there goes my plan. Now I have to go home and re-pack. Let's see, leave work at 6pm, go home and repack, eat dinner, leave at 8:30pm, go to Jerry's, pick up Dan, and go to the airport. Sounds so simple huh? Well, my sister decided that instead of bringing me food directly after she ate, she'd go drop her friend off, go shopping, and pick up her pictures. HELLO? I gotta get the f*ck out of my apartment soon, I have a grip of stuff to do. Finally she gets home, I scarf down my dinner, and head out to Jerry's. I can't believe this sh*t, there's motherf*cken traffic! Ok, finish everything, it's all good. I thought I got lucky with an empty seat next to me on the plane so I could sleep, since our flight left at midnight. I guess not, I get the fattest white dude sitting next to me all the way to Atlanta. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Thursday. March 21, 2002.
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| 1 hour layover in Atlanta with nothing to do. I get some whitegirl sitting next to me that's super hyper since it's the first time she's flown. Nads is laughing at me because he thinks I'm trying to mack it to her, but I'm really just trying to sleep. Finally, Daytona Beach. Sunny weather right? Wrong! We're sitting at the pool and it starts pouring rain. WTF? Spring? Damn, we have to make some wooden ramp for the cars to roll up next to the pool. Have you seen three guys with two sheets of plywood on the roof of a rental car and eight 2x8's sticking out the window? It's not a pretty site. Tight! John Stewart wants all of the magazine editors to meet for dinner. That's cool, Jimmy didn't tell us. That's pretty f*cked up man. It's kind of important, and having Jimmy there to represent SS isn't exactly a good idea. Whatever! Plaza Hotel Bar is going to be where I spend the next few nights. There and Club 600 North. Jonathan at DC Sports saved my ass by getting another room. Thanks homie! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Friday. March 22, 2002.
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| 3 hours of sleep. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I'll be eating every meal at Atlantic Jack's, the restaurant in the Radisson. Dan and I are just running around taking pics. I see my friend Victoria at the show. Actually, she's some girl I met back in Houston. She actually tried to charge me to take a picture of her. HAHA. Oh man, I still won't let her forget about that. Lunch at Atlantic Jack's, and I see Dienhart's girlfriend. But I didn't recognize her, I felt so bad. I felt better after I saw the girls across the way flashing people from their hotel rooms. Yes! We watched the Goo Goo Doll's play live, it was freezing. Yes, freezing at Daytona Beach. I don't even know who the hell the Goo Goo Doll's are. More drinking at Plaza Hotel Bar and Victoria's homies charged like $200 on my tab. Right, I don't even know these f*cks. Oh yeah, I met Macky, too. The #1 Super Street fan. He didn't bring any magazine with him, so I'm thinking that we should revoke that title. Any takers? Suki got super sick and I had to wait for her while she threw up for 30 minutes in the bathroom. Ben from Kamanari kept calling me cuz there were girls on the strip showing their titties. I told him that if he could show me proof, I'd go. Remember, this is like 5am already. That crazy f*ck ran like 2 miles to my hotel room and showed me some film. So, as promised, I went out with him. But by the time I got to the place, everyone was gone. WEAK! | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Saturday. March 23, 2002.
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| 3 more hours of sleep. Usual deal of taking pics of the bikini contest. Where'd we eat? ATLANTIC JACK'S! Damnit, these people are gonna think we live at the hotel or something. F*cken Macky made Dan and I walk like 3 miles to go look at his car which was "200 feet away." We were macking it to this waitress there and invited her to the VIP balcony for the Crystal Method concert. She totally dissed, that's cool, I see how Florida chicks are now. Victoria's homies came by again, but they wanted to go down to the club, not the concert. Well, wait your ass in the mile long line then. You can roll with us to the VIP room, not pay, and not wait in line. But you go when we go, that's how it works. Please forgive me if some of these days get mixed together. I had a lot of alcohol and a little sleep. Everything happened, I'm just not 100% sure about the order. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Sunday. March 24, 2002.
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| I haven't stayed at a bar until 4am for a long ass time. On the way back to our hotel, Jonathan (DC) spun me around and we headed down the strip to get some titty pics. He did, not me. ()=) . After walking forever, we turned around and headed back. Since he had to take off at 5:30am, I told him I'd stay up with him until he bailed. Since I used his hotel room. I had to go back downstairs to my other room, sh*t. Literally, sh*t. I almost go to sleep, but then Nads called me and said I had to do some interview with a TV show. Is that the biggest zit ever on my face? WTF? F*ck it, yo. Katrina was interviewing me, and she's a hottie. Her co-host, Ann, is a hottie, too. Dude, after having freezing weather, it's like 90 today. Traffic is sick on the strip, it took me like 45 minutes to drive 1 mile. We had to do a photo shoot later in the day and Ann was going to be there. Yes! Please, can we not eat at Atlantic Jack's tonight? Tight, we ate at some pasta place, but guess where we're heading? Yup, Plaza Hotel Bar. But it's dead, since everyone bailed already. So we head down to 600 North. Dead also. One thing I noticed is that the bartender girls here are f*cken hotter than the girls in the club. Our flight is at 7am, which means we have to leave the hotel by like 5:30am. No sleep for me, again. | |||||||||||||||||||||
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Monday. March 25, 2002.
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| Ben was talking sh*t to me again, for not chilling with him all weekend. So I figure I'll try and stay awake until we have to leave. After walking up and down the strip drunk, we decided to get some food at Denny's. Ben started backing up in the middle of the street for some reason and smacked into some Civic. The guys were super pissed, but then we just took off. F*ck it, it's a rental car. We just threw our beer bottles at them. I think we called Will like 8 times that night to bug him and Janel. Dude, I can't stay awake anymore and it's only 4:30am. I gotta close my eyes for a bit, so I can get up, take a shower (unlike some people), finish packing, and bail by 5:30am. Now how in the hell is our flight fully booked? 7am?! And it's only a 1 hour flight to Atlanta, so it's not like I can sleep. I really need to sleep. On our flight back to LA, I had to sit next to some girl wearing this huge NYC style jacket. Thinking she's Puff Mommy n sh*t, hanging over my seat. We finally get back, I go home and do laundry. That's it. Home at last! | ||||||||||||||||||
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Tuesday. March 26, 2002.
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| Back at work again. Man, this sucks. I want to go back to Florida. My plan to get super drunk and marry some big tittied white girl didn't go as planned. I probably should have slept earlier last night, but Raw ends after 11pm and I still have to shower and all that stuff before I sleep. As drama-free as I try to live my life, everyone else seems to like dragging me into their drama. Sara and Wendy are fighting and somehow I got invovled in it. I honestly am not taking sides either way. Both are telling me bad stuff about each other, and I get pulled in again. I don't understand girls, big surprise. The stuff they're fighting about is sh*t that my friends and I do to each other on a daily basis. Sheesh. If all girls were like Drunko, there would be no fighting. LOL. Damn, my days are getting boring now that I can't drink until 3am, sleep at 5am, and wake up at 8am. | |||||||||||||||
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Wednesday. March 27, 2002.
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| This week f*cken sucks. I hope sh*t starts getting better by next week or I'm going to kill everyone. First that stupid sh*t with Sara and Wendy, and then this stupid sh*t at work. Tell me the logic in this. Sadly, Dan is leaving Super Street. His position as an Associate Editor needs to be filled, but they are allowing Nads to offer this dude more $ than I make! WTF? My position is higher and that's an entry level position. If nothing else, they should have paid Dan more $ so he'd stay. He deserves that sh*t. Now he's moving to New York. Whatever! >=[ | ||||||||||||
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Thursday. March 28, 2002.
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| Didn't I say this week sucked ass? Well, it's still sucking. I had to go super early to the escrow company to sign some papers that should have been done last week. I'm supposed to move into my new place on Saturday. My sister and I just got a condo, for those who didn't know. The plan was to close escrow on Wednesday, give these dudes a 3 day grace period to move out, then move in on Saturday. But noooooooooo. These fu*knuts messed up the paperwork so I can't move in until sometime next week. The beauty of that is that I have to be out of my apartment by Sunday, since it's the end of the month. So what does my realtor suggest? Move our stuff back to my parent's house and move it to Signal Hill when everything is done. Move twice? You've gotta be f*cken kidding me. How efficient is that? Like anybody likes moving at all, much less doing it twice. WTF? Whoever read my away message, now you know what I'm talking about with the weeklong headache. Seriously, if you're going to add to it, "GO AWAY, AWAY!!!!!!!!!!" | |||||||||
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Friday. March 29, 2002.
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| Good Friday. What? Half day! That's what I thought. Man, how come the escrow lady is calling me saying that they messed up the paperwork again? Is this not their job? Whatever, she said she's gonna fax that sh*t to me so I can sign it. 2pm, I call her to see WTF is up. Boom! They bailed at like noon for Good Friday! WTF? How the hell am I gonna sign my papers that THEY messed up? Fu*k! Kumshot Kummi is in town. "Let's go to K-Town to drink." Um, I hate K-Town, but ok. I got home early and knocked out for a couple hours. That's my 3 hours to recover from last weekend. Haha. I haven't started packing my stuff yet, that'd probably be a good idea. Good thing I don't have that much sh*t. My sister has like 90 boxes full of God knows what. I have like 5. We went to eat some Italian food and it made me sick. I kinda don't want to go drink with Kummi because it'a already 11pm and I need to pack. But it's Kummi, I've known her too long, and I can't diss. 11:30pm, phone rings. "Hey Ricky, we're going to a bar in K-town off Wilshire. I don't know the address or how to get there, but meet us there." Wilshire is a looooong f*cken street. I work off of Wilshire and it's nowhere near K-town. This is going to be interesting. | ||||||
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Saturday. March 30, 2002.
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| 12am, calling Kummi. "Hey, can't get to the phone right now, leave a message." WTF? "Kummi, it's Ricky, I'm in the area, where is this sh*?" Call back "Kummi, it's Ricky again. Call me back." 12:30am, call back. "Freak, it's Ricky. I'm leaving, this is fu*ken stupid." I drive all the way back to the 110 freeway and Kummi calls me back on her friend's cell. "Hey, where are you? My phone doesn't work in here." No f*cken sh*t. "Come back." "Fiiiiiine. But where is this motherf*cker? I don't feel like driving around again." "It's on Wilshire and Sarrano on the left side. Valet park your car and come downstairs, it's called Pointe." I do exactly that, except the valet dude has no f*cken idea what Pointe is. So Kummi and I play hide and seek for another 20 minutes. "Oooooh! By left side, you really meant right side?" Dude, this place was inside a shopping center, downstairs, downstairs, and downstairs again. No f*cken way I would have found this place. 1:15am, last call. I didn't even get to drink. I slept at like 3am, and I woke up at 7am because my mom came over to help us clean up and pack. I don't know why she's all concerened with my stuff, since Jean's room looks like she's planning on staying there for another 2 years. That's awesome, my mom found my drawer of condoms. How fu*ken embarrassing. So yeah, we finished packing, I cut my hair, and went to Elton's to take some pics. V-spec is pretty cleared out now, whoever wants sh*t should go back and dig through the dumpster because everything is gone! Then I picked up Patty to go to the Clippers game. They lost again! F*CK!!!! How do they expect to make it to the playoffs? I should probably go to sleep early since I'm moving tomorrow. F*ck it, let's go to TGIF and drink. Who wants to bet me that my sister isn't going to wake up in time? This was a long entry because it was a looong f*cken day. | |||
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Sunday. March 31, 2002.
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| From midnight to like 1am, Patty was trying to convince me to be nicer to everybody. Even the stupid PHDs. By the time I got home, I was so tired that I just slept on the floor again. I woke up at 6am so I could meet my mom at their work to borrow the big truck. Charlie got to my apartment at like 8am, but where the f*ck is Jean? "I overslept." Hello? I have an idea! Let's move today! Damn, Charlie was up early and it's not even his place. That's very inconsiderate. Actually, it's not like she helped anyway. Big surprise. Since these dudes aren't out of our place yet, we had to pile all of our sh*t in one bedroom. Well, that's my 5 boxes and Jean's 800 boxes. We actually finished by 1pm, it probably would have been faster if Jean helped. Oh yeah, Happy Easter everyone. Now tell me if this sucks. All my stuff, including clothes, is at my new place but I have to stay in Santa Ana with my parents until these dudes move out. This is going to get crazy. Now I'm like 60 miles from work, each way! We were supposed to go drinking, but everyone was too damn tired. I still didn't sleep early. I don't know what the hell I was doing until midnight. Damn, I have to go to Hawthorne tomorrow and I don't know how to time traffic from Santa Ana anymore. And, no, the escrow lady hasn't contacted me yet about the papers they messed up. This would make it the third time I've moved this month. First, moved into my new office. Second, moved all my sh*t from V-spec to my parent's house. And now this. | |