OC Post

I'm an OG from the OC.
I drink OJ all day.
When I hit the town,
you'll be getting down.
As the parties and events flow like Tanqueray.





We set up a some lights
For the party that won't last all night.
All the people dance
and the rappers prance
and the bands play their hits alright.



I can't say where I am,
You can't know what we do.
The contract says that we must be silent.
Security is tight,
The County cops are jerks,
and if they mess with me I might get violent.


Nice rhyme.
All the time.
Tents smell like beer
Bathrooms instill fear.
And the pretty maids all in a row.


Yo.

MarchyPost

I'm slacking bigtime this year, and I refuse to promise to do better, as most final posts in the online world are apologies and promises to do better.
I intend to write more.
How's that?

Lots of crap going on.
I'm working too much, playing too little.
Time for a reversal of priorities.

I saw something in NYC this week that I've never seen before.
But I can't tell you about it here. Maybe if you ask nicely I'll divulge offline somewhere.

The world is thawing out.
And it's hollow.

And we don't need to worry about the 'end of days'- it's already here. Enjoy the rest of your yesterday.

OK. That's all.
This is a shout-out to all the ladies, single, semi-single and otherwise. Woot Woot.