California: Less Shitty Than I Give It Credit For.

• I miss Mexican food, and so help me god if one more of you fuckers tell me there's a Taco Bell in Rochester, I will dropkick your face.
• I think it's amazing that I'm regarded as a god simply because of my "profound" use of a towel... that is, being able to wrap it around myself without having it fall down; being able to put on clothes while still wearing said towel AND without revealing myself. Really, it's not that spectacular... I thought everyone knew how to do it.
• I kind of prefer "rad" to "wicked". Rad's really only got one connotation, but the same cannot be said for wicked. I feel weird being the only one who says rad.
• I miss shows. There's been shows pretty much every weekend here, but they're actually all in buffalo, which is like an hour away. Shit, i went to more shows in a week in San Diego than I've been to in my 2 months here. That is to say: one. I miss Soma, and I kind of even miss the House of Blues.
• I miss Lazer and Mander, AND NO ONE ELSE.
• And that's really it.

Assholery? Don't mind if I do!

Hypothesis: Girls love assholes.

I've long heard this little truism, and I understood the theory behind it (strong alpha males) but it wasn't until recently I saw proof with my own eyes.

Exposition: Lazer is delivering two bags full of delicious candy. A group of dumb Mexican girls are walking towards him.

Tall Bitch: Oooooohh! Candy! Can we have some?!

Lazer: (Without even batting an eye) You're not pretty enough. (He keeps walking)

2 seconds pass

Short Bitch: Ooh, you're mean...

Bitch Bitch: Fuck you.

The rest of my delivery run was pretty uneventful, unless you count being followed by hungry eyes (Read: Fat people's eyes) an event.

And then...

Lazer: (Working the store) What do you want?

Bitches: *Giggle giggle* *Shuffle away*

Needless to say they were putty at the tip of my penis.



Too bad they weren't pretty enough.