I'm the kind of bitch you can read at 6 in the morning.

Still sick, missed soccer last night. We lost by one. I, on the other hand, had a beer, soup, fake NyQuil, and was in bed asleep before the match began.

My cat seems to not realize that her feeding is tied directly to her electronically timed feeder (known to her simply as "God"). She woke me up this morning at 4am. It's been the same feeding schedule for months; why is she bitching me out now? there's no logic to it. Cats and women are clearly cut from the same cloth.

I'm sick. I've got some loose business ends to tie up today. I've been a kickass little computer fixer this week. I'm going to move at the speed of Gooch this morning. That's right: tanning, gym, cash transfers, check writing, nose blowing, and a DayQuil bender the likes of which you have never seen.

Never before now.

I'm booked to do another wedding. No, not DJing, running the bachelor party, or fixing the church's computer. I'm the minister again. The couple wants the wedding to be fun. I should show up dressed as Darth Vader. Or at least a stormtrooper.

I like this HALO action right here:

Money can't buy class, can buy rims.

Not feeling all that well. Touch of a cold, perhaps. My illness and overdosing on DayQuil didn't keep me from noticing the above car parked near one of my places of employment. My camera does not do justice to the flourescent green; the wheels likely cost more than the Blue Book value of the car (pre pimping).

Good God.

goochout

Lunch Time...

I like girls who were born in 1991, not girls who won crowns in 1991. Nonetheless, Vivid is releasing a new porn in February (available for free in March through the ubiquitous torrent sites, I'm sure) starring former Miss Universe Kelli McCarty.

Here's a link to a NSFW but softcore trailer: Click HERE

Riddle me this, Fatman...

Three men in wigs?


I saw this picture and a question entered my mind:

Shouldn't Charlie's Angels be, you know, hot?

At least, good looking?

I've never thought Lucy Liu was attractive. She always gets cast to appeal to the white pervy "Asian fetish" guy demographic. She can't act. Cameron Diaz has a rare disease where her face ages three times the rate of her body, and Drew Barrymore... that chick from Irreconcilable Differences and Firestarter... who keeps giving her work? Who's clamoring for the next Drew Barrymore picture?

goochout

Morning Wood... In the Evening!

Porn Star Jesse Jane

Not much to say, thus the lack of posts. I'm on night one of not drinking. It's confining and painful. Speaking of painful, every muscle in my body is sore from the melee I encountered on Saturday.

I'm spending the time at home honing my movie pirating skills. It's tougher than it looks on TV and movies and even in the RIAA ads telling you not to do it.

It's 7pm and I think I'm going to bed.

goochout

Not drinking lockdown...

When I have to go to my own website to see what I did the night before; It's time to stop drinking. When I wake up with inexplicable cuts and abrasions; it's time to stop drinking.

You know, until next Saturday.

gooch:out.

1:00 AM Report

I just rolled out of a cop infested bar parking lot. I was at a bar that I used to work as a bouncer. I pointed out to a staff member that a fight appeared to be breaking out. Of course, I was drunk and no one took me seriously. I continued to drink my Red Bull and vodka.

After the fight I pointed out turned into a semi-riot outside the bar, I jumped into the melee thinking two things: 1: the bouncer I tried to warn earlier is a complete asshole, and 2: I hope this one chick notices my drunken bravado and acknowledges my intervention into the fight because I really wanted to have semi-protected sex with her later in the evening.

All I got from the fight was a couple comped drinks and some ripped jeans. Oh, and I also got a reminder that I'm COMPLETELY OUT OF SHAPE!. Jesus... I was winded after I got up off of the ground. Need to jog more. Need to get into game shape. I'm an athlete, dammit!

Have to get to bed soon. I added two monitors (removing/reselling my former solitary monitor) to my home office. They're bad-ass. Going to bed. I do, lest some people think otherwise, feel blessed by my stupid yet somewhat fulfilling life. I don't take anything for granted and seldom lose sight of the gifts presented to me. I am appreciative.

goochout.