Daily Update

So by now I'm sure you've heard about the terrific New York radio guy who decided to
insult a womens basketball team. I find his hours of apologies quite entertaining,
and further insulting. Its quite suprising that someone can be employed by public
companies for so long. Tonight I'm going to write my old buddy Jeff Zucker an email
insisting that they fire him, and make him shave that dorky mop off his head. Imus
is just nuts. in every interview he's been in, he's gotten the host's name wrong,
ie. Matt Lauer, Al Sharpton, then some other guy. If you don't know what I'm
talking about, you're really not missing out, Just another racist retard.

Instead of letting all the venom from the daily work atomosphere run completely out
of my system, I went home and jumped into my phone booth, tore off my business suit
just like Clark Kent in order to change into my running attire. Then immediatly
found myself on the Brentwood track. I haven't been at top form lately; I've been
noticing that I've been slower then last month. It is taking longer for my
outstanding athletic from to reach the 'first wall' of endurance. Its a little
confusing because the clock in my car tells me otherwise. The clock in my car pats
me on the back every evening too, but that is another issue. Because of the time,
and the plethora of daylight, there were lots of people that I had to share the
track with. I think I saw most of the people that I have nicknames to: Ponytail,
Hot Pants, Duffus, Speedy, Blondie, Speed Racer, and there's a new one, we'll just
call her 'Dreamy'. The speedy Indian chick sprinted by me again. I wasn't angry
because she had terrable form; her arms were flailing about like a chicken being
chased.

I remember what store I wanted to go to a few days ago. There are only two or three
locations of the Nordstrom's Rack in the greater LA area, so I decided to find one
right after the run. They had lots of stuff, but not stuff that interested me. And
there were about 7 people following me the entire time. They obviously knew I was a
brilliant, well talented color and style expert. When I felt that they were
swarming, I just took off.

After that, my stomach told me pay more attention to him. So Jeff and I went to the
local chinese place then sailed over to jessica's to keep her entertained. Fun as
usual, but on the way out Josh called so we met up at jeff's. We were just
chatting, when Evan came in the room... I dont' feel like any of it is mentionable,
but lets just title that discussion "Trouble In Paradise".

I'm listening to some techno station.

Lunch was sponsored by Quizno's, the Letter R, the color green, and the number 8.