Still got my tan, me love the sun, bring it on! I’m darker than your average Asian. I like Florida, no grafitti in Tampa, what a pleasure.

To catch a Predator? To hell with that! How about “To catch a Tagger“? Why can’t we focus little web cams on the freeway signs, when they sense activity send in the task force (shoot to maim). It’s that easy. Let’s pick it up LA! Have you seen the 405 lately? It’s embarrassing.

Don’t make me move to Arizona ala the classic White Flight or Jew Step.

Just ranting and flowing, maybe you get, who cares if you don’t cuz I’m hanging with Jenny McCarthy today. Impress JM, she tells BF Jim Carrey, Boom! I get the audition Majestic 2. That’s how this town works. I go for it! And that’s why I’m back on Lexapro.

Go ahead, make fun of my uneven complexion and metro sexual mannerisms, won’t bother me, I’ve got enough serotonin to cushion the blow.

Thanks CVS, I’ll see you in 60 days, took a class in pill cutting at the Learning Annex.

I’ve been all over this great land of ours’ since before the Super Bowl in which Payton Manning booked SNL. From Vegas to Palm Springs, back to LA, up to Sin City, out to Miami, return to Vegas, move 8 miles from townhouse to apartment due to internal family power play, appear in Arizona, rest in the San Fernando Valley, then finish it up with a tour of the Central Western Coast of Florida near Tampa, Clearwater, Sarasota and Palmetto.

No need to spice up, add commas or aim this paragraph toward(s) humor, I traveled THAT much.

The move and pressures got to me, now it’s time for the back to basics fundamentals I embrace each and every April.

Can you say new business cards and 3-D headshots? Somebody notify Fed Ex/Kinkos because I’ve got ideas and several floppy discs.

Typing this perched high upon my full sized therapeutic mattress/captain’s bed featuring shelves and storage (Underoos optional).

If your looking for my old king sized futon, check behind the McDonald’s on Wilbur.

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