6-cha

my life.

galapagos- right on time.
il bagatto- first time eating in the lounge. calamari was excellent.
10th street lounge - interesting convo with my homeboy keegan about his failed relationship.
tribe - the non-gay guy, talking to my dad about inheritance money, dictation, 2 grey goose martinis...i pick everything up...bah.
W hotel - red light, the latina with the black lipstick, talkin high school football, big chinatown fight...damn.
stupid pizza joint owned by koreans who only have pepperoni and broccoli - i'm out.

fuck.

"No, I didn't."

I'm a bad boy. I have many secrets. That is all.

i hate blogging. blogging is lame

so Eugene aka choiboi took off at around 5pm, and five hours later, keegan, my homeboy from high school showed up. yay.

1. APT - it was ok. the best part was when Traci was telling me about how much she hated me. I loved it. she loved it. she's gone.

2. Remote Lounge - lame. I peed in the corner on some shit.

3. Guernica - lame. what do you expect on a wednesday night.

4. Sidewalk - dummies don't like burgers i guess.

5. Nino's pizza - fuckers gave my damn gyro away, but i made them pay...

6. Cherry tavern - whatever. tequila special x2. i was tired.

So I'm thinking about:

A. Moving my blog to an unknown address.

B. Password-protecting this blog or a future blog.

C. Quitting blogging and writing my shit in Microsoft Word.

D. Nothing.

E. To hell with everything and spill the beans.

Winner is You!

represent BK to the fullest...


Robert Varkonyi of Brooklyn, N.Y., poses with his $2 million dollar winnings Friday, May 24, 2002, at the Binion's Horshoe Casino in Las Vegas. Varkonyi won the 33rd World Series of Poker. The queen and ten card on the money was his winning hand in the no-limit Texas hold-em game.(AP Photo/Joe Cavaretta)

I haven't posted a good entry in quite some time. I find that putting the details of my life down publicly on the internet gets me into trouble.