The Daily Derenger

1/09/2004

Recently I've found myself watching a lot of MTV's Cribs. Besides the show being highly depressing, especially when I've never heard of the guy so his need for seven bedrooms and six bathrooms is even more disturbing, there is blatant exaggeration. No matter if it's a mono-syllabic-speaking-rapper or a skate boarder not old enough to legally vote, the bedroom always seems to have magic happening in it. Oh really? I never seem to think of magic happening in my bedroom, being that I live at home. Getting a chick to step foot in my room alone would be magical enough. Although before moving back home, I was all about bedroom magic. In the middle of the night, she would leave and I would never see or hear from her again. The disappearing whore trick. Even without an abra-cadabra.

1/08/2004

I'm in Los Angeles, exhausted, but here nonetheless. I drove all over last night and didn't even get lost. The mall had a bit more eclectic group of people than normal, complete with your average food court. I promised myself that I would get in shape once I arrived in California. However, my first two meals were at In & Out Burger and the other was fried orange chicken. At least the view and the weather are great.

1/07/2004

Finally, I will be leaving for Los Angeles in a few hours. I stopped in Phoenix and fell ill. Luckily, I've been in the care of Tony and Gellie, formerly of Chattanooga, Tennessee. On my trips down south, they always opened their home to me and have done the same thing out here. Gellie has bent over backwards to nurse me back to health while Tony has worked hard to restore my also under-the-weather laptop. So far both Mr. Compaq and I are still a bit shaky. Sometimes I've taken for granted the finer things in life, most notably great friends. I have an outstanding contingent of friends who, for some reason, love to have me around and even laugh once in a while. As much esteem as I lack in being the 29-year-old living with mom, I'm able to replenish it through quality relationships and genuine gratitude for them. Huge thanks to Tony and Gellie once again for being more than I could' ve hoped for. But I will still need Gellie to use a thermometer condom when taking my temperature - orally of course. We're not that close.

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1/06/2004

Vanilla vibe or caramel groove. Those were my two coffee choices at a Tulsa, Oklahoma gas station the other day. Are you kidding me? First of all, whatever happened to coffee flavored coffee? I mean vanilla and caramel are flavors of ice cream toppings. Then you add "vibe" and "groove" into the mix. Ridiculous. So I guess one has to dance now when selecting, purchasing and then drinking these coffees. That's great, but I don't dance, especially after drinking coffee. Unless they bring the strobe lights and DJ in the bathroom.

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1/05/2004

I've made it to Phoenix. I hear they have some snow back home. Sorry. It's unseasonably cool here at around 60 degrees. California should be more of the same. Good to be me for a change.

I stayed the last two nights in two of the shadiest hotels ever. Usually I stay in nice rooms since the club or bar pays for them. However, having no shows lined-up, I footed the bills. You know those bright, neon signs with $17.99 single rate hotel in a less than desirable part of town? That's where I've stayed. Yuck, but affordable. I had to place a deposit for the room key and the TV remote even.

Off to take a nap and enjoy the sights of horses grazing. My buddy and his girlfriend live beside a stable and the horses are in plain view from their couch. Now let's hope the wind is blowing away from the couch.