I need to stop thinking I can get away with doing stupid shit when I’m drunk. Mainly because, why would I want to get away with doing that? There was an incident this weekend that I’m really embarrassed about. I promise, cross my fingers, that will never happen again.
My Aunt Ginger and cousin Gem are coming into L.A. from Virginia to visit my dad. I’m going to pick them up at the airport Friday. That should be fun. Why is it that in times of trouble, people get religious and send you footprints cards?
Thursday, I’m meeting with the slideshow guy to go over slides and story ideas. I’m thinking, however, that there is no story. Just slides. So, maybe no show.
Just before typing this I was sitting in a very pink bathroom drinking a beer. Help.