except for the two hours i spent watching darjeeling limited, and for the time that i've spent eating, i've mostly slept off exhaustion for the last 24 hours. last night, nate and i went to see our friend matt at spanish kitchen, and were seated in a quiet little spot off the veranda area. we'd finished our tastilicious margaritas and $2 tacos by the time the playboy bunnies showed up to provide us voyeuristic entertainment. i was too curious to be jealous, though matt said i might want to get nate out of there before they arrived. pish posh. what do i have to worry about besides shiny hair and boobs (both being shiny)? i can't help but wonder sometimes how girls like that tell daddy about their new job -- for the first time, that is. is he proud? is he embarrassed? because even if i did have shiny hair and titillating teets that I were playboy quality, i don't know how i'd break it to dear old dad. and i think he'd probably disown me -- at least for a little while -- or cry. and the crying thing would probably be worse.
anyhoo. playboy bunnies. a great diversion from more grave matters, like the smokey cloud of haze looming over hollywood, where it's currently 98 degrees.
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