How Fast Are You?

Ping. Sorry about the recursive posts. Media Temple is having problems, and so therefore is my cross-posting magical thingy.

I’m at an event where there are conservatively 250 people camping, and only three portapotties. Someone is not good at math.

Welcome to my Happy Place. Come on by and have an Ooga Booga with me! #@Tiki-Ti, 4427 W. Sunset Blvd, Hollywood, CA

Guess where I’ve been. With two pretty girls no less.

Chances are, I’m gonna see more scantily clad trapeze artists tonight than you are. Jealous?

Q: How do you keep people from carving their names in your bathroom wall? A: Clad everything in diamond plate steel.

"The flavor of the jawbreaker’s yellow layer is not optimal," @badkittyx opines.

@badkittyx loves her some pretty jawbreaker. Maybe a little too much.

When I was your age, there used to be telephones here that were acutally connected to the phone company by *wires!*

I am in a hotel bar, where there is a woman playing the piano like she hates her job. Playing with a kind of haste and carelessness that screams "I can’t wait for my shift to be over." I swear she’s skipping every fifth bar, and I’m having to squint my ears to tell what tune she’s meant to be playing.