I’m going to the beach. In other news, last night, a girl took a swing at my face in anger and cut my lip. And we’re not even married! What the hell was that all about?

Anyway, I’m going to the beach. The sun is peeking through the clouds.

It’s raining now. I’m listening to Gabriel Yared’s Spreading Wings from the City of Angels soundtrack.

I’ve spent the day working on HeadlessBuddha.com. Soon. Soon, it comes. I have more content than I realized and so much to go through.

It’s been an interesting day. I would elaborate, but how interesting can it really be? The problem with videotaping my neighbors AND my life is that I can’t air a lot of stuff. I have about three hours of footage to edit. A full three seasons of South Beach Social.

But that’s at the back of my mind. Right now, I’m thinking about porn. And I’m thinking about the buddha. And I’m thinking about the rain.

UNSEXY UPDATE: oh for the love of…. now all my permalinks are screwed up on ipanemic.com. Mother of…!!!! I’m fixing it. Oh, by the way… Roxy? I have photos for you. No really. I’m bad with email lately.