My Ideal Real World

Miles of smiles for this San Diego season...and there are now new role models for me to look up to! Move over Frankie, Robin is now the official Cry Baby of Real World San Diego. Can a conversation occur after three in the morning without tears? Is it possible for you not to freak out when someone is pointing out something irresponsible that you've done? Isn't it about "growing as a person and learning about yourself?" And Brad is now the coolest guy in the house; rolling his eyes at Robin the next day said it all - I'm with ya, bro, dump the drama! Now, I wouldn't qualify myself as "small town," but if I see people doing cocaine and being humped by 20 year old women in my presence, I'm getting the FUCK out of there! That's not be close-minded, that's having common sense!

So, my bosses just got back from London today, and I have the coolest shirt in the world. If your shirt is cooler than mine, then you are wrong and I feel bad that no one has told you that to your face yet. Three words: Mullets Get Chicks, which reminds me, I need to travel more! So much landscape to cover, and I only have three more quarter centuries left. Lots of places still on my list: Boston, Maine, Virginia Beach, Colorado, Austin, Arizona, Las Vegas, NYC, Philidelphia; and on a global scale, England, Spain, Italy, Germany and Amsterdam. No problem, right? Yeesh...

Strapping on my rawket pack for the next four days: I'm ready to be blown out by Hamtramck. I'm really excited; I don't think you can get much more for 15 dollars; lots of local buzz bands that I've never seen. The most action pact day will actually be tomorrow during the Pre-Party. The Blowout hasn't even peaked out its head and already we get a taste of Esquire, The Waxwings, Saturday Looks Good To Me and Pas/Cal. Wah-hoo!

And can "Scrubs" get any funnier? Nay. I love Good Tuesday TV!