The problem with being stupid but popular is that you do things like this: you take trips every month, not only spending money on the travel, but losing salary during said trip, and then you see you have no money and in all honesty cannot figure out why.

And this apparently is a grown-up pattern of mine, but every half a year a bunch of trips make themselves known, and I have to choose between them. Already this year I went to Chicago for a wedding, Austin for SXSW. I'm going to the Bay Area to see my mom. My trapezist friend just called me from Hong Kong - she desperately wants me to come to the North American premiere of her Cirque Du Soleil show up in Portland in May. Then in July I have my ten year high school reunion (the very notion of which is about 5 separate entries), during which my friends might be getting me tickets to the Dodgers/Giants series at the brand new Pac Bell park, and during which my mom might be going out of town as she did last year, requiring me to hang out in Berkeley for over a week taking care of the animals/house and basically fucking around and enjoying the whole Not Being In L.A. thing. My friend wants me to come visit him in NYC now that he's making a lot of money; I made a vow to go to NYC every year and haven't been for a year and a half now.

That just covers through July. As long as I can stay away from Vegas, I might survive.

Thinking about how much I lost during my last trip to Vegas, I know I really am a retard with money sometimes. I've been with the same 2 credit card companies since college, both of which charge me higher APR than I need to be paying. Similarly, I could be paying a lot less for long distance than I do. I'm one of the complacent ones they feed on. But I don't bother trying not to be. Why? I think money bores me. I do. Or rather: the lack of money bores me, because the notion of getting a fat-ass tax refund is making me giddy. What the hell is wrong with me?

Oh well. I'd rather not investigate it too much. Otherwise, I might feel compelled to actually do something about it.

Finally...

...The stee is becoming a bad-ass: I'm getting myself a used laptop tonight. So as I take these trips, watch out future in-flight row mates. I am so knocking over your vodka/tonic with my typing-ass elbows, it's not even funny.

And...

Happy Birthday to Pamie. Pamie is a good thing.

The Corin "Corky" Nemec Happy Song Corner

 
 
You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello. You get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow. You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about. Then you call up and it's her girlfriend or her cousin's house. It's not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T. It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Boy, that's what is scary). It's OPP, time other people's what you get it. There's no room for relationship there's just room to hit it. How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at. Who thinks it's wrong 'cos I'm splittin' and co-hittin' at. Well if you do, that's OPP and you're not down with it. But if you don't, here's your membership. You down with OPP (Yeah you know me). You down with OPP (Yeah you know me). You down with OPP (Yeah you know me). Who's down with OPP (Every last homie).... speaking of which. I'm not sure about OPP, but I used to be down with CAA. Yeah. Me. I was a client of the biggest agency in the world. That is until Parker Lewis Can't Lose (thank you, thanks, you're too kind) went off the air and suddenly CAA didn't have "room for me on their client list". I mean, what the hell is that about? Fine. But, who had the last laugh when The Stand came out, huh? Answer me that... No seriously, answer me that because it would make me feel a whole lot better to know that they were sorry.
 
 
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