IT HAS BEEN DONE!!!
My book about my paparazzi times is complete (sort of). This is not the official cover but one done by a friend of mine:
The official cover will be similar, but different font and other different details. The back cover needs to be designed as well… and I’m not sure what I want.
If you don’t recognize her, that’s a pregnant Nicole Richie walking into the CNN building for his Larry King Live interview (and me on the reflection).
The book is 27 chapters and a prologue. They are the following:
Someone just called me. I almost didn’t answer the phone because I fucking hate the phone. But I felt like it was work. It was work!
It was a real estate agent that I have to meet tomorrow for a photoshoot for the Reader. There has barely been any work there. It’s been a while since I’ve taken pictures for them. This should be a fun one. Combining real estate shots with headshots of agents. I have a long drive as well.
My car is fixed. It was expensive. I haven’t even driven it since I got it back… I wonder if it will survive the long drive.
The mechanic promises that Donatella will be fine for the next couple of years. I really hope so.
And I really hope my book sells…
The first one sort of did. I’m still getting some revenue. Around $40 a month! That’s nothing… Let’s add a couple of 0s to that monthly stipend and I’m more than happy.
Fantasy football begins today!!!
My quarterback is playing though I regret choosing him as a QB and on my 3rd pick. I got nervous because last year I dealt with shitty QBs the whole season… BUT I WON THAT SEASON. QBs are not that important on Fantasy. I should have waited for the 5th or 6th pick for a QB.
My blog will turn into the yearly boring NFL Fantasy reviews that no one cares about except me and my friends.
It’s the end of the year soon.
And hopefully, the end of all the shit that has been happening.
Probably not.
The years will continue to get shittier and shittier…
I’ve gone out with my crush twice.
She’s rejected me twice. And she stole my hoodie.
And she loves to not reply to messages. I hate thinking about her all day because it feels like she just ignores me all day. I wanted to text her “good morning” or some shit like that. But she just hits me up whenever she feels like. And like the idiot that I am, I surrender to her requests and do whatever she wants.
Stupid crushes.
Oh yeah.
I keep drinking a lot of beer. Rarely in front of the camera… but a lot of beer. And tacos. Beer and tacos are still my life.
Here’s the latest video:
In that video, I show how my jeans have holes in them (hence my ass). All my pants have holes. I bought shitty used pants at Goodwill the last time I crossed. At least they fit me and they don’t have holes.
Oh yeah. I crossed to do one job… completely forgot about that.
Corona seems to be over. For the last two weekends bars and restaurants have been packed. With “safe and sanitization” rules everywhere. It still feels unreal. It still feels like makeup. My new Cheers was even open until 4 a.m…
Dandy del Sur is open. Nelson will open soon. Tropics is open. All the dive bars are opening!!!
It’s weird, but it’s normal because that’s how it used to be, but it’s still so weird because just a few weeks ago everything was shut down as if the black plague was around.
What a weird fucking year.
Almost over!
I should travel. Plane tickets are cheap right now.
Matingas 