"I've got the 50-cent movie down in my trunk. They were giving it away at the car wash." - Christopher Maltosanto, in The Sopranos

I should be at the beach right now. Instead, I'll be working. Oh well. I don't get paid to party. I'm hungry. Where's my pants?

Husband kills wife's lover - wife is charged in the slaying

I love this story. It sucks that the guy died, but at least Texas agrees he deserved it.
More or less.

Call me.

gooch

I like the responses that I've received via email/comments about my (honestly deserved) chastising about my unprofessional actions at the strip club nearly two weeks ago. It's hard to believe one can be considered "unprofessional" in an industry where a gentleman doesn't let a lady chop up her own cocaine and using a condom is seen as an insult.

Heh.

Supposed to be going out of town this weekend. Work's piling up, I don't know if it'll happen. Vegas next week, though.

Vegas.

I woke up this morning not knowing where I was. Did I get drunk last night? How'd I get home?

In reality, I'd just had a series of dreams last night that I'd partied and it belied the fact that I went straight home and to bed after a meeting last night.


Possible image from my dream(s) last night.

I'm sorta depressed. Actually, I'm insanely depressed. I missed my workout this morning and I'm struggling to get out of bed. I think my manager at the strip club lecturing me last night over the phone as to my "unprofessional" behavior during my last shift probably did me in. During the conversation, I kept wondering... "is this rock bottom?"

Alcohol's a hell of a drug.

I guess when people are depressed or unhappy with their situation, the best thing to do is realize that every day is a new opportunity to do something great.

Or, at least, not fuck up.

Okay, now I'm smiling. Off to work.

JG:O

"Undercover Brother can't drive?" If he crashed my 1.5 million car, he'd quickly be "Underwater Brother" or "Stuffed-in-a-woodchipper Brother."

I was on the phone for two hours last night: midnight until 2am. I had some wine last night and I'm not hungover, but I've got sort of a wine headache. Maybe that's the way an alcoholic says "hangover." I swear to God I was laying here in bed this morning and thought about (in a mid-wake state, mind you) getting cold pizza somewhere; as if it's a menu item at breakfast houses everywhere. Someone should do that - cook extra pizzas at night and stick them in a refrigerator to be served at breakfast the next morning. Perfect for the bachelor on the go that didn't have time to go in on a pizza with friends the night before (?). I just checked my email and the only message is from me, sent last night, telling me exacly what time I need to be at certain places, what I need to deliver to those places, and to get out of bed. Weird. I guess Gooch: Tuesday should listen to Gooch: Monday. I'm getting out of bed.

Gooch:Tuesday:Out