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Apparently. This weekend was all about Coachella. Unfortunately. I wasn’t able to go. Thankfully. I live in LA. Buckets to do. Wuu to the huu. Funny old weekend. Flashbacks flooding in. Donkey laughing like a goat all day. Apple juice. Grannies. Dressing gowns. Oh Jesus. Need to start recording these incidents. Pipeline on. Need to whip up a few blogaruus. Fairly folfed out tonight though. Big folf tournament today. First Masters of the year. Standard was high. Trophy up for grabs. Prestige. Honour. Glory. And. I… Did not win. I might have cracked a rib though. Doing a belly flop. Besides those two details, a mighty day! What what. Some hoot. Folf the funk on! Anyways, enough talk, more music! Continue Reading »

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Losing your drive is a balls. Especially if it affects your… eh. At least there’s viagra for that. Not too sure why. But as of late. I have lost my drive to scribble down my gibberish. Blogaruu has taken a back seat. Missing chapters. Which is a balls. Particularly as more has been going on, since the book is out of my big galoot hands. Good blogaruus are building back up. Need to get my churning boots back on. Missing out on gems! Good Friday was a great Friday. Folfing up in Beverly Hills. Today was pretty cool as well. Running around rooftops in Hollywood. Stories are building up. And yet. For some reason. I am limp. Flop. Which is a balls. Drive will have be be brought back somehow. May need to add more chili peppers to my diet. Anyways, enough talk, more music! Continue Reading »

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Saturday morning. Coffee meeting. Talent manager. Re de de. Might be something. Could be nothing. We. Shall. See. We me, same difference. Sit down. How’s she cutting. Thanks for the coffee. Rar diddy rar. Big. Dumb. Gulp. Burn, scald, dribble, dumb. Once again, not again. Holy funk. Tongue on fire. Throat on hold. Eyes watering. Mouth dribbling. Tongue blowing. Highly impressive. Quite the talent. Come one. Come all. Come manage me! At least the rest of the meeting went well. Seems legit. Credentials. Clients I know. Me shall see. Rest of the day was just as mighty. Except maybe when my mixer didn’t work for that DJig. And then the speaker didn’t work. And then my laptop decided to join the strike. Giddy up the iPho… Pardon. 5 minutes. What? What what? Great day. Slow me. I blame my Big Bird bob. Anyways, enough talk, more music! Continue Reading »

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Night before graduating. Night before 21st. Night before Christmas. Seem to have a tendency to go out boozing the night before big events. Leaving myself fairly funked the day of the event. Heavy night on Saturday, the night before Oscar went wild. Leaving me with little interest in even moving last night. Not that I intended on going to the Oscars itself. Intended/invited, potato/tomato. However. Unfortunately. Now. Sell-out. Fraud. With a sudden need for relevant stories. Not just cave-writing gibber. So I had to giddy up and go out. Leaving me now battered. Fully plucked. Goosed. Tired ape. Brain is pretty empty. Except for three thoughts… One: Far easier than one might think to get to dance with the ultimate trophy wife. Two: Unless it’s your trophy wife, then you might as well be holding a bottle of milk. And, three: If you woke up with a man named Oscar in your bed, how would one get rid of him? Anyways, enough talk, more music! Continue Reading »

Enough Talk, More Music!!!

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Random useless facts of my own. Got stuck in an elevator yesterday. With a suspicious deaf guy. Suspicious in the sense I think he had selective hearing. Odd. Ended with him getting stuck in the door. Trying to squeeze out. Good work. Speaking of. I’ve been nominated for three Irish blog awards. Mighty. On the other hand. I still haven’t finished my book. After all that thinking and saying how I need to finish it, it still isn’t done? What what? Thinking and saying usually gets buckets done! Figured out writing is not really a science. Which is a balls. Seeing as I can not pinpoint exactly when I will be finished. And finally, I cant wait to see the sun for longer than just an hour in the morning. As I am now seeing floaters. Anyways, enough talk, more music! Continue Reading »

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Incredible news. Really amazing. Really relevant. Really unbelievable. Really insignificant. Really. However. Still. In fairness to her big day. Credit to le blogaruu. She’s being going aboot a year to the day. Isn’t that just amazingly incredibly insignificantly unbelievably irrelevantly pointless news to everyone! One year out of the writing closet. Coinciding with editing what I think is the final draft of my first book. Mr. Myles Stone. Take a bow. Who knows where you’ll be this time next year. For now. Just sit. And wait for your medal. Which I presume is being delivered as we speak. Hope it’s a nice shiny triangular copper one. Your favourite. On a less serious tone, I do have a big music blogaruu lined up. Just don’t have the time yet with the editing going on. Soon though. I swear. Anyways, enough talk, more music!!! Continue Reading »