theres about fifteen irish kids here.

and by here i mean the west coast.

and irish i mean crazy latino kid with a bottle of whiskey and a shamrock hat.

two days ago was st. patricks day, and unlike the east coast….this was a fucking hoax

it was kind of heartbreaking not seeing the usual outpouring of green pedroia jerseys lining the streets of south and central boston. the seemingly endless stream of drunken teenages and twenty-somethings littering the area for the st patricks day parade.

walking around los angeles was kind of…well….depressing.

there was about five people wearing green (i think one of them was unintentional, and one of them was a child who was not at the age to dress themselves yet) and no one was announcing parties of irish car bombs and overall promoting bad life decisions for an evening of unbridled excuse.

there was just something missing.

i think thats a segway for i guess theres going to be excessive amounts of drinking this weekend at my apartment to make up for it.

and im not allowing anything less.

p.s. that guy in the photo above is mad c00l huhz?

make me a tattoo.

seriously.

for years ive been searching for a tattoo that would inspire me and motivate me finally into getting one. something that not only sparked my imagination but people would inquire about and actually be interested in.

and to this day the only one i actually want, i cannot get because of size and location.

fuck my life right?

and then finally this other day i realized maybe the ink with the most meaning, has little to no meaning at all…..

let me explain.

it finally dawned on me that every time i have a question, or an inquiry i normally outsource to my friends regardless looking for guidance and mentorship. and i asked myself for a tattoo why should that be any different.

and im finally going to man up and get it all done.

so what im asking of you my friends (and/or readers…i dont know how many of you exist) is to make me a tattoo. it could be something that is insanely intricate or you could make a chest piece that says “mashed potatoes”, anything counts.

im going to take the ones that fit into the guidelines and that i like the most and make it into a small sleeve for my arm.

this applies to anyone and just about anything. (there will be a small list of items i do not want on me for eternity listed below) but please let your imaginations run wild and come up with piece for me. i know it is a imtimidating question but still, this is your own oppertunity to at least have something that lasts forever on someones arm.

when are you going to have this chance again?

guidelines areeeee

-no penises….i dont care…its not funny
-no tribal work…..seriously.
-nothing too big, this is working out for a half sleeve not a chest piece

thats it, seriously, you want to make a ballin portrait of you…do it (i will probabaly not use it unless your greg porter) but you can try.

w00t tattoos.

hotel caifornia.

there was a large part of me that forgot all together about hotel parties, and not to lie, im kind of saddened by it.

noah’s old roomate mike is down here for a week for some actors conference in which for lack of a better term you pimp yourself for a week to different agents, producers and see what gets stirred up.

im not saying im ignorant to the entire acting thing, however i had no goddamn idea a headshot meant life or death when it came to doing these things, im blown away at some of the shit they have to do on a daily basis to whore themselves.

its impressive to say the least.

so last night after all their shit ends we end up going to the hilton (cause unlike noah and myself they apparently do their shit in style) to try to at least get absolutely hammered.

here are some low quality shots (i need a real camera, this iPhone shit isnt cutting it anymore) that were taken throughout the evening.

overall decent evening.

dont ask me why people were arm wrestling (in which i joined a round and won….and impressed myself to be blunt)

and yes, that is mikes hard on one of the table….no thats not what i brought. (however bitch drink night is coming up soon @ 301 st. andrews so stay tuned).

however highlights form last evening go as such…..

-arm wrestling and winning
-cougars
-tina turner dance offs
-endless beer consumption
-finding out blondie has a diamond encrusted in her tooth
-finding out blondies engaged
-seeing blondie make out with mike the chisled model “her presumed fiance”
-watching blondie leave the room to fuck mike
-finding out mike isnt the fiance
-laughing at adultry

yeah, dont ask what her name was cause i totally forgot but this one blond bitch completely fucked another dude while being “happily” engaged.

this is why i adore los angeles at times.

there really is no sense of outstanding morals….

by the way….theres alot of you that might read this and still not have a twitter account.

get the fuck on that, it takes five minutes to do and unlike the other two major social networking sites right now….it never changes. (it works)

so go here for my updates and follow me if you decide to join.

w00t.

is this who reads my blog?

while mulling through the stats of todays blog visitors i stumbled upon the “google reference section” of the stats….you know the one where they let you know what people might have searched on google to find your blog that certain day.

today there was two entries.

one was “jimmy james toys”

simple enough, theres one there. im sure i have wrote about the toy before so its understandable why one might be searching for it….i mean, its a marketable version of me. who the hell would not want to get that as a birthday and/or christmas gift.

that was not the problem.

alas it was the other google reference entry that through me for a loop…..

….someone found and accessed my page on google by typing in “paul rudd’s cock”…..

what the fuck.

i will make this clear that yes, i did write a man crush entry months about about mr. rudd and nothing has changed.

i never made a entry dedicated to “paul rudd’s cock” however.

im not confused if i made an entry or not, that was not the problem…..im awkwardly confused why someone would choose my page as a possible vessel for being the host of one “paul rudd’s cock”…..and no noah…no jokes.

regardless, i felt i should inform people about that, it seemed decent enough to write about.

goddamn i need sleep.

noah get off my bed……..

the clippers are atrocious.

yes, i used the word atrocious

which if you cretins have no idea what it means, it loosly translates out to unbelieveably fucking bad.

so i was invited out to the giant (and i do mean giant) staples center earlier this evening with laura, eric, mindy, ellie, lisa and vanessa to watch the hometown clippers face the cavaliers (also known as lebron james and some other dude-guys) in a match with well….no consequences what so ever. whatever, last time i went to a basketball game was last years 24 point comeback by the celtics over the lakers (hi laura, ill be reminding you about that more frequently as the season grinds down) so i was grateful for the chance to go.

heres some random shots throughout the evening.

yeah, you know, just incase you have never seen a basketball court and/or eric trowbridge (the geeky blond kid in the left hand photo, thank you for taking out the eyebrow piercing)

oddly enough the clippers played amazing for the first forty minutes….seriously amazing. if you dont know too much about the sport though you know the game is forty-eight minutes however.

with a twenty point lead they collapsed like a flan in a cupboard (thank you mr. izzard) and blew the game to lebron, from our deliciously evil nosebleed seats (placed beautifully in front of three ten year old minority bigots….then again, im sure alot of people prefer being gay as opposed to being clipper fans so thank you for the wisdom kids, i hope there is three more case of child abuse somewhere in the downtown los angeles area tonight) we got to see the cavs set up plays perfectly for the final eight minutes and date rape the clippers.

for those who didnt / do not follow me on twitter like i said : file this under things i saw coming please.

overall was a great evening except for the fact i got half the beer in the nachos (staples center needs to shell out more cash for better biodegradable trays)

aside from that for some on reason ive been stuck on cover songs for the past few days and have been analyzing the fuck out of the new punk goes pop cd (shut up all of you who think you are too indie for this and/or are better, let me at your cd collection and let me dissect it verbally….oh wait, you probably have vinyl).

to be honest most of the cd is a letdown however check out the boys in a day to remember covering the frays “over my head”, decent car jam and im quite happy with it.

then again if your going to listen to “ADTR” you might as well bust out “a shot in the dark” and have a happy car ride.

to close this out im going to give you a screen shot of a text i recieved last night from my pal joe in response to my twitter about osteoprosis and how i know im going to develop it.

(edit….due to the name in any form ive been asked to remove it from the page. which is super lame and i will openly harass you from now on)

i have some creepy fucking friends.

crazy gideon.

since moving out to los angeles you completely experience some of the weirdest things you will ever see /feel in your life.

in just my third day here i was surrounded by five trannys drinking 40s on the metro (yes for all you boston kids, its not the T, its the metro here….very brit)

take crazy fucking gideon for example.

noah & i were watching a comedy central special when all of a sudden on a commercial break this insane son of a bitch comes on.

holy shit.

we’re going to take a trip to this store soon.

why do i have this really odd urge to eat a cell phone and get in this commercial?

solar car ahoy! (aqua comes soon)

so me and the beautiful eboni are driving yesterday in west holywood when we see this fine gentleman driving around.

thats right…….people are now driving solar cars everywhere.

whereas very impractical, its actually smart to own, with todays rising gas prices and economy woes its almost needed by everyone .

however to a free thinking person like myself im staring at the bigger picture.

we are everyday getting closer to noah & myselfs dream on accomplishing the AQUA CAR.

yeah yeah, some of you say steve jobs has gone of the media radar because of “health issues”…..in Steves worst case scenario he goes bionic and turns half of himself into a robot (which lets face it, we all would of done a long time ago pending cash flow)….i believe instead of that he is dilligently 90 stories underground working on a car thats either going to run perfectly underwater or hopefully, be made out of water.

hoo hah. believe in your dreams.

on another note, im doing nothing tonight and its kind of infuriating me.

then again doing nothing tomorrow either.

i need a constructive second job bad.