Fucking Depressed

I'm depressed. A couple of friends died last week. And I'm not working. More later.

Top 5 Fucking Awesome Songs I'm Listening To, and You Should Be Too

1. Phoenix - Run Run Run

2. Grand National - Drink to Moving On

3. Interpol - Pioneer to the Fall

4. Rilo Kiley - Pictures of Success

5. Coconut Records - West Coast

Look em up, buy em on iTunes, or steal em I don't give a shit. But don't forget to say thanks when you discover that I listen to really good fucking music.

Seacrest out.

First Fucking Earthquake

Okay, so I'm watching the magic of Truffaut unfold before my eyes last night, when BAM! The fucking ground started shaking like a kid with epilepsy. My first thought was that a bomb had gone off, but it slowly dawned on me what had happened...the Earth's Tectonic Plates were shifting under my ass and there was not a damn thing I could do stop it. Thank goodness it was about brief as sex with my hand. What can I say my hand is pretty damn good. So after the tremor was over, I stepped outside to see two of my neighbors, who are both twenty-something wieners like me, outside with a WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT look on their faces. I said "Earthquake?" And the squirrelly one said "Fuck yeah! That was my first one!" It was like he had just had a girl let him finger her for the first time. Awesome.

On the subject of neighbors...I have been here a bit and not one of my neighbors in my fancy shmancy apartment complex of 12 units has said a single word to me or bothered to acknowledge my existence except for Squirrelly. Los Angeles is alot different than Oklahoma.

Which gives me an idea for my next post: You don't anything about me yet. I say that as if somebody is actually reading this blog, but I guess I'm not really writing it for you am I?

Seacrest out.

First Fucking Post

Okay, so here's the deal. I started this blog over a year ago, maybe two. And I just let it sit here. I was either too fucking busy or too fucking lazy. You decide.

Anyway, I've been in LA for a little over 3 months now. Woo hoo. It's been pretty much everything I thought it would be: Flaky chicks, awesome nightlife, tons of film work, and refreshing to my creative side. Thanks LA for not being a douchebag right off the bat.

And speaking of flaky chicks. I found one UBER-FLAKE. I mean, really? Is it really that hard to return a text message? Jeezus fucking christ because you act like you are wayyyyyyy to busy to do it. You even send me text messages about how you have no time to text. Whatevs bitches. I guess I'm just a loser nice guy who's gonna start being a dick. Yep. I could give two shits about you, but because you were nice and we had a great time messing around on the first date, I tried to make you feel like I wasn't using you. I'm not gonna lie, I was to an extent. I was also interested to see what else was up, but no longer. J'ai fin.

Sorry about the rant. I feel much better. And no, I don't think I'm a loser, but maybe I am a loser. Either way, I really don't give a shit because I love being single.

Oh well. Fuck it. That's it for the first post. Gonna watch Truffaut's "The Bride Wore Black". "Kill Bill" was an homage to it, while Truffaut's was an homage to Hitchcock. Weird huh? An homage to an homage to Hitchcock. Word.

Seacrest out.