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Whew. Coming down to the wire soon. Just made a few more arrangements. I gotta pick up a phone card for long distance calling. I double-checked with the MGM Grand, and yes Aaron, we have an exercise facility! Put in another phone call and I got my extension for my movie review. YES! It's not like I haven't been working on it. Really... I mean, I just discovered footnotes. I always wanted to go full-on David Foster Wallace on something, and this is my opportunity.
I'm actually gonna bring the article with me to Vegas. I mean, not like I'm gonna work on it IN Vegas, it's something for me to do on the plane. Coming back from Vegas, once I'm strapped in, I'm out cold until the stewardess shakes me to get my ass onto Hawaiian soil. But going, ohdamn, there's a claustrophobia nightmare. The way I figure it, five hours. Nowhere to run. I'm sure to make significant portions of completed work. Right? Nod your heads and bite your bananas.
Oh, and you know what? YOU ALL SUCK! You know who you are. We all could've gotten fucked up at the Bellagio and then we could've jumped in the fountain or something but nooooooooooo... You guys gotta go when my ass is about to leave the desert. FINE! BE LIKE THAT! And I was gonna hook you up with markers at the Hard Rock...
Kidding. I'm the world's most incompetant gambler. Actually, I take that back. Yobo Say Yo is the most incompetant. You know what's farking strange? I'm actually okay with cards, except when I GET to Vegas. Oh, and except for 4th of July. We were playing poker and IG-88 fucking handed my ass to me. At least I made Generic Cigarettes' boyfriend go broke. I hate his ass. Ohmygod, and I bluffed the living shit outta him. Turns out, the poor fuck had FOUR QUEENS! ...with the shape of an L on his forehead...
You know, that All Star song by Smash Mouth is kinda growing on me. Not like I'd buy it or anything.
Speaking of not like I'd buy it, the quality of Spunker is declining? Umm, gee... For quality to decline, we had to have quality in the first place! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...
I swear, I only amuse myself these days.
So like, am I a candy-coated journal? Cause I have about as much angst as Roberto Benigni. If I were a candy-coated journal, I'd like to be coated with Starburst fruit chews. Am I just a piece of candy you can suck on and swallow?
OHFUCK HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
I can't believe I wrote that.
It's a joke!!! I take it back. Don't sue.
By the way, I missed the Real World again and even though I'm setting my VCR, I'm not gonna get to see them till the end of July. Lemme know what happened.
Is Spunker's quality really declining that much? I mean, granted I haven't really been participating all that much... Maybe I'll start playing again when I get back from Vegas.
I finally got LAST WEEK'S Entertainment Weekly. Did you know Austin Powers 2 was originally gonna be called The Wrath Of Khan? Oh and the South Park movie was originally gonna be called All Hell Breaks Loose but the MPAA wouldn't allow the word "hell" in the title. Weird yeah?
Can you tell I'm just starved for email? Actually, I'm just really sentimental about leaving Hawaii. I always tend to miss people.
Odd, this is almost like a strange form of group therapy. We all know each other, but it's not like we KNOW each other. Strange. Almost as strange as the chorus to that Kid Rock song. Do you know what the fuck he's saying? Hell, do you know what the fuck that means?
Summer Of Sam was pretty good and all, but I'm sorry but John Leguizasdasodisa really fucking annoys me. I see him and all I think is Beady Little Shit. And Spike Lee is always a little too militant for my tastes. My favorite Spike Lee movie is still Mo Bettah Blues, then Crooklyn. When he stays away from politics, he can be extremely insightful in human relationships. As opposed to armadillo relationships.
