I went on my first actual job interview probably since Bill Clinton was in office. The library in LA is nothing but a homeless shelter with some books in it. John Joseph from the Cro Mags was on a podcast and I just find the man so whimsically entertaining. Old McDonald caused me harm, ee I ee I blow.

But wait, you didn't let me exalt the Jim Crocce montage! Chipotle Incompetence. I had maybe the most offensive text exchange with a prospective date in dating eeeAAAPP history. "Mr. Helper" at the Kind corporation got involved with "improving" my favorite breakfast bar. Who knew a simple open mic would completely devastate my entire Saturday. Hail Mary, and Clint "High Hat" Howard. We're in the last days of Studio D :(

My real life "Seth Rogan in The Studio" dilemma. What the shits, Fitz? I'm scrambling to find a job in my late 40s, yaaay. I hate people that constantly begin a thought/observation with "look" or "listen," I went to see A Clockwork Orange and realized I really don't like Stanley Kubrick very much. This Week In Burger King Incompetence. Scott Vogel (Terr') on Jake Converge's podcast got a ni**a going down memory lane, n sheeit. I went to the Virzi's house party, and fit in about as well as your high school principal hanging out there. I broke down and saw Project Hail Mary, and mostly wish I hadn't.