ShagmoorLounge

May 03, 2006

This trip was more than I bargained for. GB is goofing off it, but I've hit the wall with this shit. We set up our meetings and it's just been go, go, go, and go some more since we got in. We've had shit at the hotel, we've had meetings all over this fucking city. And what's up with this DUMBO shit? Fuck those stupid artist fucks. They've got all kinds of webbers out here, why'd they call us in for some stupid, lame-ass shit that anyone could for them. Plus, I'm just not impressed with their "art". Sorry. Yawn. Next.

New York is only good for the food. That's a lie. The chicks here are pretty hot. Not that I need anything, but the view is fine. GB is still all worried about his chick. He calls her three times a day. She's still kind of strung out. She's been working a lot of long hours at her shit job. She keeps saying she's gonna get herself knocked up by a plastic surgeon so she can become an OC housewife. I don't know what her deal is, but it's not funny anymore.

We're setting up to make bank on this trip. GB wants to head down to DC to see Mr. and Mrs. Satan's Creepshow. I'd really rather not. I told him to just go take care of his obligations, but he just shined his folks on. We're heading down to Florida to go check some shit tomorrow and then that's that. Back to the LBC. Back to reality.

I bought my chick some old drawer handles for her kitchen. I hope that makes her happy. GB bought a shitload of lingerie for his chick. I'm sure that'll make her smile. Something should. We haven't seen or heard from his ex on this trip. Hopefully she's all gone away. When we hit Florida we're supposed to go see a man about a dog, but I think we're done with that shit. I say we are.

Allright, kids. It's off to bed. Sweet nightmares.

The Shadow knows 10:43 PM
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