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we are watching TV. i just got it at best buy a few weeks ago. the sales guy had fudge piano hands but he helped get it into the car. tivo ran the show long and we get to see 5 minutes of the fox 11 news. it’s more like a bunch of porn stars doing the scene RIGHT before they fuck.

the weather girl warns us about a secret city but first we have to sit through a commercial then her report. there is a commercial about coca-cola’s secret formula. it’s pretty visual and there is mock death and that guy knows half of the fucking recipe. and then what if that happened and the whole world got sucked in by one fucking guy in the valley yelling, “LOOK, MOTHER FUCKERS: IT’S SUGAR, BUBBLES and BROWN. that’s it.”

anyway, it’s going to be hot this week and the waves will be chest high. she says, “granada hills. it’s okay we don’t live there.”

I am about to go to bed but I remember my car is on the street so I have to move it in or it will get egged. Just ask Miguel about eggs because I sure as hell won’t. But I can’t find my shoes or I am too lazy to look for my pants–I’m not sure.

Arthur saw me in my boxers and pulling in backwards. I like to pull in backwards so I can start the morning off in the right direction but it’s so annoying walking outside w/ no shoes on because leaves get stuck to your socks.