eating seasoned popcorn in bed equals not-a-good-idea.
but the rest of the popcorn eating population of the world probably already knew this. innately. we had to discover it. i blame the fact that in the last week we've collectively had 13 hours of sleep in sum total. not enough.
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tomorrow i am getting my hair cut. long overdue. and i'm going to be one of those clients who walks in for a hair cut and says 'i don't want anything taken off the length because i'm growing it'. yep. i'm that person. even I realize how annoying that must be for a stylist to hear. i'm surprised they are gracious enough not to say 'okay well you might want to leave and get back to your all important plan of hair growing. because i have scissors in my hand and my job is to cut hair.'
the look i'm going for is melbourne shag. this could also look like a modified mullet. the line is very thin. i'm hoping jason soltani knows the line.
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marabeth got my message (the one when i thought i was seconds away from being chopped up and placed in the freezer) and then she got the second message when i told her i was alive and had just yelled at a cop. she walks in and the first thing she says is that she has new gangster names for us which we deserve because in just two days of moving here we have had the police here twice in one night.
complete with a backbeat she told me that from now on i'm ghetto gaz and she is freestylin' maz.
i think she got the better end of that deal.
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Saturday, March 22, 2008
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THOSE NAMES ARE KEEPERS.
GLORIES!
i love the story---but i would have reacted exactly like you did. sometimes the police have NO IDEA what it'd like to be a normal innocent person at the receiving end of their machinations. AND I SHOULD KNOW.
so sorry you had that terrifying experience. i can imagine you'd feel nerves for a while afterwards.
but the names? SO WORTH IT.
love you, dearest.
name stays.
see u at boshce however u spell aka an excuse to go to san fransisco again and trees and stuff like
we're not taking the 101.
just saying.
I think Ghetto Gaz requires a tee of it's own don't you? You could come up with a whole Eastside line of shirts, all with your "names". I'll buy one. Maybe make a little extra money to hire a part-time handyperson to shut off that electrical buzz in your kitchen. and maybe buy a dog. and maybe a gun. no seriuously, a gun-slinging, Ghetto-Gaz tee wearing, enormous dog walker- ain't NOBODY gonna mess with you. plus, you'll just be SO cool.
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