So Yesterday -

Woke up, and for the thoudsandth time in my life, I again failed to tell my alarm clock to go fuck itself.

Went to work. My boss told me that I have “a bright future.” I wish he had said “you’re cooler than Bright Eyes.”

Went to Aron’s Records to buy some Sunset Junction tickets. Saturday only, as Sunday’s line up is a bit weak. Scored a used Raveonettes CD as well as Primal Scream’s self-titled, which I’ve been looking for since the mid-nineties. Rock.

Went to Fatburger for some Chili Dogs, and guess who also likes Fatburger hot dogs? Jason Dolder.

Walked home and organized my magazines. Then I developed a system/schedule of reading and then discarding them.

Then sleep, which I’m beginning to hate. I’ve developed a fear of dreaming. Somebody please post the word for me, please.

An exciting life, I know.

BTW, still in search of Viet Kieu indie rock girls for friends, “activity partners,” possibly modeling work. Somebody told me they’re all up in Berkeley/San Francisco. Is this true? Maybe I’ll open a Pho place here in L.A. that has a good jukebox and pictures of Damon Albarn, Vincent Gallo and Liz Phair on the walls. Ka-Ching!!!!

Anyways, ladies, if you want to seek me out I’ll be at Sunset Junction this Saturday. I’ll be the one in front winking at Jenny Lewis. All. Night. Long.

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Hey Keith - I’ll write about San Diego tonight after Yoga. And don’t worry Michael, I’ll post some pics too.

p.s. all that shit about Viet indie rock chicks? Who am I kidding, my parents will arrange my marriage in Vietnam before they let me date a girl who looks and acts like Karen O (yeah, I know she’s half-Korean, but you get the idea).