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Me and my boyfriend drunk









Me and a FUCKING MIME

I just moved to Venice Beach about two months ago. Before that I was living in Culver City. I work in Culver City right now at a cafe called The Wood. The foods really good actually, it's rated on Zaggat, I think it's spelled.
I got assaulted by a girl at my work that I used to work with that pretty much got fired for the same kind of intentions and behavoirs that got her fired in the first place. So I got a restraining order in Santa Monica. Oddly enough in Santa Monica I had a somewhat decent time talking to this producer who says his company is called BCE Entertainment and that he's working on putting out a show called "Cops Vs. Cons". It somehow involves UFC competitions between the cons and the cops too--not sure how that all works out, lol. Anyway, interesting stuff.
So now with the situation of being "assaulted," I was thrown into a wall by the crazy chick that I used to work with. Stupid stupid shit. If I wasn't at work and this shit happened she'd be FUCKED UP . . . anyway, whatever. There's a court date I have to meet to, so thats all fun. Sometimes I miss Hawaii where you can be your own police (because its not like cops in Hawaii do anything but steal your weed and give you a ticket for it anyway.)

And about some other things . . .

I live in a commune now, with about 20 or more other people. It's interesting. Right now I live in one of the units with my boy friend in a van. So I know its not ritzy living, but I guess it works fine when you're as poor as us. Our friend Jake and my boyfriend Jason and I are working on moving into a house boat in Marina Del Rey. A lot of people are doing that now. ARRGGHH!!! Lemme aboard my pirate ship!

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