Like that moose in Parappa the Rapper, I don't have TIME. I know I'm not on AIM anymore, and when I finally did get on last night I got kicked off a few seconds later. I apologize to my friends in Iceland and Hong Kong for not typing my reply fast enough. My brand new internet connection is confounding me already. I'm back from San Francisco. I have moved into a loft in Lil' Tokyo. I love it. Mitsuwa is my local supermarket, where I can get Pocky "G". It's "Hard & Rich". Like me, baby. I also started a new freelance gig last week in Century City. Lots of hours so I'm never home to enjoy all the extra space I now have. Maybe when I get all my shit cleared out of the middle of the floor I'll host a little festival to celebrate. I've got enough alcohol sitting in my new bar to poison a small African village. Some of it belongs to Kristine, but she'll be the co-emcee so it's not like I'll be abusing her alcohol without her knowledge. Maybe I'll just let her be the main host...and I'll be the special guest star. Maybe I'll hold my little bacchanal on the same night as the MySpace Los Angeles party and we'll compete to see who draws the bigger crowd. Does the Hollywood Athletic Club have a pool and jacuzzi? I didn't think so.
