Written on February 5th, 2010
My brother.
**sigh**
He is a kind of aimless guy, as far as careers go. He has it all together otherwise, but he can’t quite figure out what he wants to be when he grows up.
He’s 37.
He has always dreamed of being a rock star, and he called the other day just bursting with the news that he has his first paying gig–at his very own hotel, no less!
He manages an exclusive hotel in Malibu, and will be singing in one of the lounges on Friday nights with a Real Live Star.
No, not Beyonce.
No, not Pink, or even Daughtry.
He will be accompanied by the one and only…um..whats-his-name, the pianist for Rod Stewart.
If that isn’t impressive enough, he gets to PAY for the privilege. That’s what is meant by “paying gig,”–he has to actually pay whats-his-name to play piano FOR him.
And, he is willing to do it.
**sigh**
I wish he’d just stick to online ministry and surfing.
Written on February 5th, 2010
**raises eighth cup of coffee**
Here’s to hoping you have a fantastic, drama-free year. I hope all your tenants are OCDish about cleanliness, and that their dogs are not only housebroken, but toilet trained. I hope they are all vegans so they won’t eat your food, and teetotalers so they won’t drink your beer.
Happy Birthday, my friend.
This week has sucked, and is still sucking. I don’t really see an end to the suckage that is going on, so I probably won’t be around much because I don’t have anything to say. As always, I expect all of you to fuck with Steve. Do not disappoint me.
I am woefully behind on y’alls journals (amazing how that happens after just a day or two) so I am not going to read anything from yesterday. “Start fresh!” That’s my motto. Please, dear ones, make it worth my while and give me something to look forward to. I need some laughs.
Speaking of laughs, have y’all read anything by David Sedaris?? God, that dude is funny. He told a story about having his IQ tested, and said that when he got his results he was depressed to see that if you put his number in dollars, you could buy about three buckets of fried chicken. That one sentence alone has given me the chuckle that I have needed the past few days. So, thanks David! Now, he has done his part, so y’all get on it.