MoeJackson

Alright, so I thought my first entry would appropriately be a strip club story and how foolishly we threw our money at Hot Taylor who had amazing Triple D boobies.

Well, in addition to spending money on Taylor; myself and JoeTheWorm spent some money on some other chicks.

Jackson - Joy, small petite Filipino girl that I’d like to break in half and hit on w/ no success. - $60

JoeTheWorm - Mae Lee, hot Korean/Chinese. She’d be first ballot hall of fame if there was such at Rick’s we done thought she retired by now. - $210

Total so far…$270… now to Taylor.

LL Eng - only one out of the 6 of us who had self-control over getting no more than one dance. $30

Rome Dawg - love the boobs, we paid for one, he ended up getting three. $90

Miya Morto - the shy one, we paid for one, but surprisingly he ended up with three. $90

Me - Miya Morto bought me one while I had enough money left for one too. Good thing I didn’t have anymore cash. Two total. $60

Buki - he never gets dances but we got him to get a three and he gave her a $10 tip. $100

JoeTheWorm - he started the night off with her and we bought him two but he ended up getting a lot than that. $210

Total money Taylor made off our table: $580

Total amount we spent that night at Ricks: $850

…yes, we are sick bastaads…….tee hee.

At first I thought I had diabetes (I read somewhere that exessive urination is a common (early) symptom of diabetes-right?!), but that test came back negative (thank god). So I’m still wondering why I am forced to dash to the restroom 5-6 times a day-this is just while I’m at work, God damn it!

First, my liquid intakes include:
-1 cup of milk in the morning
-1 cup of coffee at 9:30
-1 glass of water @ around 1 (the cup is the same size as the coffee cup)
-1 cup of coffee at 2:30

I’ve already had 1 cup of coffee this morning and have used the restroom twice already. [Yes, I understand it’s pretty sad how I am currently writing about my peeing habits.] So, is there any cure? Stop drinking coffee? Ya, right. I’d literally die at work. You see, I don’t sleep much at night because I cannot sleep more than 5-6 hours, so I typically stroll to bed around 12-1, do a little reading and then crash at around 1:30. The 9:30AM coffee is to wake me up and get going & my only remedy to cure myself of the “1 PM heavy eye-lid & lazy yawn syndrome” is, of course, more coffee. I think coffee is the heartbeat of many-a-workplaces around the country and w/out coffee, the level of productivity would substantially drop! There is truth in that statement. There has to be some studies done on this. Anyway, I gotta go to the restroom, so I better end this here…no joke.

So I went to the this party this weekend that was pretty cool. It was up in the city at this place called club Q. I was funny cause I got invited by my friend Alex who happens to be friends with this guy I knew at Davis. Anyway, of course, it turned out to be a goddamn reunion. I saw all these people I know from there and I kept looking around hoping to see one of you guys walk through the door. Sigh. I was waiting all night dammit. I guess thats what happens when you are drunk (wasted) and feeling nostalgic.

By the way, DJ RJD2 is pretty sick. If you ever get a chance to listen you should. Its like this funky hip hop or some shit. I remember dancing all night.

Ahhh…I have finally found a hookah bar in Irvine. Me and a couple of my work buddies went out this hookah bar called Nara Nara and had a good time. I personally pulled a 3 hour double apple hookah session, while the other three dudes wussed out after an hour (they can’t handle like a Davis soldier can). That was the first time I’ve smoked a hookah since Saratoga West #5, and man, do I miss it!! I’m telling you Moe, if you know of any cheap hookahs online or near here, fill me in. This place Nara Nara is a very nice upper class place where the entire client base is all rich ass kids of fathers who own 200 gas stations and oil fields in Iraq/Syria/Kuwait. They were all rowdy and thought they owned the place, but they ended up bringing the hottest lightest colored Indian girls to the club.

Man…good times
Brian

Just found a super large thrift store here. I think it just opened up within the last month or something. It was filled w/ poor white people, poorer Mexican people, but sadly no black people. I’m trying to find a thrift store that African American community frequently hits up because they will surely have some killer goods to bag. Before I leave the south, I *will* find one!

I’m in an endless search 50s-70s style shirts (shirts that I’ll probably only wear once and take to India to donate to homies in the old village), and extremely unique t-shirts (I’m talking 1 in million unique for me to shell out my 50cents). I do not go for pants or shorts for very obvious reasons.