2003-03-29 14:37:23 ET|
Yesterday was nice. My boy Aaron took me on a splendid tour of Long Beach. I'm down with that city. I'm down with the LBC for sure. It's like a positive mix of LA and OC. Fucking architecture down there is like DAMN! Downtown looks fucking splendid.
But yo, I think I sucked down one-too-many nitro balloons! HAAHAA(((insert flange/delay effect on laugh)))!!!
We got phazed-out. We hit up this one restaurant called Ambrosia. It was so fucking ill. So friendly. So nicely decorated with botanicals and soft lights. Awesome atmosphere. Our waiter asked if me and Aaron were on a date, and I was like, "Uh...yeah, like, a friend-date!" Then he proceeded to drop his digits on my azz, which, as always, flattered me and made me wish I was gay. He was a hottie, he was funny, and he made me feel comfortable.
"Dear heavenly father...please give me the power to wake up tommorow and become homosexual. Please grant me the mind set that will steer me towards men and away from women. Make me gay God. In Jesus' name, AMEN."
That's how it's done son.
Okay, sorry if that makes anyone feel kinda uncomfortable.
This Aceyalone is so fucking good. There's this song that starts with him saying "Today's Easter....so what?"