hey, hey, you know what to do...

going to a malibu beach party tomorrow...this is my 90210/saved by the bell moment if there ever was one.

you know how every summer they went to the beachhouse or their beach jobs and got into a whole other batch of shenanigans that didn't involve their primary respective environs.

im not a huge beach person by nature, those 120 hours of community service didn't help matters.

but what better way to celebrate the height of the summer of wynter than on the beaches of the rich and ridiculously wealthy?

only problem is, i dont know what to wear. egads...

next weekend is the party im actually looking forward to...my friend kelly is coming in from london and opening up her quaint little santa monica beach house to a healthy group of hipsters and others and then there's me, i dont know what group i fit into...i want to think that i can't be pegged into clique. i roll w/ the circle of trust exclusively and those peripheral industry folks im friends with. its going to be painful trying to do that party, then roll out a bit later to an even later party late saturday early sunday.

taking schwartz out this saturday...big fun as always...

i have real problems too, beyond that fake shit - my car was hit by a DWP truck. im one of 5 people i know who have had this happen. my car looks like a transformer in mid-transformation.



so terrible. but at least it runs. the Big Guy knows and he looks out for me.

I was not trying to catch the bus to work, gas crisis or not.