My girlfriend loves her new job.
It’s only been 4 days, but after work each day, she tells me how happy she is with her new job.
She is happy that she only works 7 hours, with 1 hour for lunch. Her schedule right now is from 7 am to 3 pm, though it soon is going to change to be 5 am to 1 pm. She’s the only one on her department that speaks French. She’s the only one that has to be there at 5 am. The job seems to be pretty easy. The people in the job seemed to be really nice. Everything is new. Everything is going fine.
The pay… the pay is shit.
But at least she’s happy with the job.
Me.
I haven’t done shit but word vomit and take pictures. At least I figured out what to do for the next cover picture. That should be fun.
By the way, thanks for those strangers who read and comment. Whoever you are, let’s grab a beer someday.
I was supposed to do work. I started a few different articles. I interviewed two friends for an article….
I haven’t done shit. Just watched House of Cards. Almost done with that new season. I like it. But nothing compared with the first two seasons.
And I don’t have time to do shit. I have a tour soon.
The whiteboard is fucking full again. And my girlfriend wrote on it, which makes it look even fuller. She wants me to buy kitty litter because it smells bad.
I don’t know if I have time. I need to finish this and get ready for an impromptu tour.
A girlfriend of a repeated client is coming down to Tijuana with her parents. That client loves my tours and recommended me for a tour with the girlfriend and her parents. The cool client is not coming. Which is a shame. He loves Tijuana. He is a cool guy. I enjoy hanging out with him. And then I get money.
Let’s see how it goes with the girlfriend and in-laws.
And later tonight.
Delta Sleep plays a show at Moustache.
I haven’t been to a show in ages!
And Delta Sleep! Fuck yeah!
I had them on my top 10 of last year music. So I’m really excited to see them. I just hope I have the energy since I’m feeling very lethargic.
Oh.
And it’s June.
It’s been June since yesterday.
But fuck. It just hit me.
June.
Halfway through the year.
Got to pay rent, bills, and do work so I can make more money so I can buy shit.
This post needs a picture. Stealing the album cover for Delta Sleep for that.
Delta Sleep!!!! Tonight! At
Tonight! At Bigotes! 100 pesos cover (that’s like $7). And I’m still going to try to go in for free! Because I also want to write an article about them.
Hah. Randomly talked about porn after. I came back and edited this. The featured picture will be some random porn star for the clickbait. I’m sure Bryan will click on this because of girl, not because of an album cover of a band that I like.
Went to get more coffee.
I think I know what direction I want to take the article on.
My cat is so fat and wants to get fatter.
I am limiting his food, but he loves that canned food.
I didn’t want to wake up this morning. But he was running on the bed and jumping on me. Meowing. Complaining. He wanted food.
I served him a can. He devoured it in a minute. Then meowed for some more.
NO BISHO!
You don’t get another can.
Trying to limit it to twice or thrice a day.
My roommate’s girlfriend (Brook) gave me three big boxes and more of canned cat food that she got, but her cat ended up being allergic to it, so now I have it all. I’m concerned about what to do when all the food finishes. Bisho loves those fuckers. I guess I could just buy more crates online. Apparently, they were very cheap.
Man…
Distracted with Reddit.
Shit is weird.
I just found out who Paul Joseph Watson is. How do shitty people make money so easy by duping stupid people?!
The term “writer” or “editor” is so fucking loose. Same with “photographer.”
And people think it’s too much to be writer, photographer, musician, and tour guide. All of those are easy.
Ahhh hate.
I like to hate.
Yesterday, at Norte Brewing, I saw an idiot with a Rebel XTi and the shitty lens kit taking pictures of darkness. And using the shitty zoom.
He seemed like he was trying to get similar pictures of what I have done at Norte (not as in he has seen the pics, but it was the same angle I’ve used before, none of the technique).
Possibly, he was not an idiot, and just a dude holding a camera for the first time. I just know he wasn’t getting the results.
I want to find his pictures now.
Couldn’t find the pictures. Just saw shit tons of other shitty pictures instead. Got bored. Back to this.
Need to shower. Push-ups. Probably avoid breakfast until the tour starts. Tour. Is. Starting. Soon.
About yesterday. It was pretty standard.
Girlfriend came home. I was tired because I had woken up very early. So I was trying to nap when suddenly loud booming noises started coming constantly from the roof.
They are fixing the roof in my building. No warning that they were going to be here or anything. Exactly when I was in a nice deep nap…. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM.
Quiet for a minute… Maybe I could go back to the nap.
But no.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM.
Quiet again… they will surely stop now.
BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM.
Fuck.
They interrupted my nap. And I felt all zombie like. And want to leave the apartment from all the noise they were making.
Out we go. To Mamut Brewing Co because they have a new IPA collaboration with the punks of Satan Crew. It’s pretty good. Standard IPA. Very drinkable. Nothing quite notable. Nice hoppy taste. Will definitely be drinking more of those.
We just kicked at Mamut for a while. Pinche Paco arrived.
I wanted a burger, but not from Mamut. The place I wanted was already closed.
So we ended up in Norte Brewing Company. That’s when I saw the shitty photographer that I just made fun off.
Sorry little dude. I’m an asshole. And you should learn how to use a camera if you are going to have it around your neck and call yourself a photographer.
It seems like to be a photographer there is only one step.
Step 1:
- Buy a camera.
That’s it.
It’s like for porn stars, there is only one step.
Step 1:
- Film yourself having sex.
Congratulations. You are now a porn star. And I met many of them in Los Angeles. One wasn’t even that hot.
Hah. Just googled her. Misty Dawn. A red head with tattoos that’s supposed to be a gamer and what not. We met on OkCupid and hit it off. I wasn’t really attracted to her. Just attracted to the idea of “pornstar.”
This is not my picture. Whoever the photographer was. Good job owning an NES. I want one. About Misty Dawn. Whatever you are doing now. Hope you are doing well.
I also went out with Dana DeArmond once. I didn’t even know she was a porn star when I met her at Starbucks. Again. Met her on Okcupid when she was abroad. I worked at the airport. So we met at the airport Starbucks when she came back.
And the legendary Heather Vahn. I still follow her on Instagram. She used to date a co-worker/friend of mine. And I used to have my John Holmes mustache. My roommate back then, for the month I had that mustache, he introduced me to girls as John Holmes son. They believed it.
Alright. Shit. I don’t even know why I even started talking about porn.
Last night was, more Beer. Walk home. Bought shitty sandwich at an Oxxo because that’s what I felt like eating. My guilty pleasure. Shitty convenient store sandwiches.
And Reeses cups.
Now. Push-ups. Shower. Coffee. And let’s go! Tour starts soon!
Matingas 