In some shape-- err, distortion, every person exists in an oddly unique universe that some how coexists with all other universes where specific phenomena and unique occurrences take place that could not, would not and for the sake of your sanity, better fucking not, occur anywhere else. Example; Friday morning I found myself in the waiting room of the free-clinic reading "Big Bosoms and Square Jaws; The Biography of Russ Meyer, King of the Sex Film" and calculating what each vagrant and riff-raff in the lobby was in for, all while trying to recall the name of some coos sitting across from me who I am positive my best friend stuck his tongue in on graduation day.

The gorgeous 8-1/2 poster Eilish got me is now framed and on the wall. Pictures to follow.

Neil Diamond is playing in L.A. in september. I can not stress how much I want to see him.

The Russ Meyer book is great. Things I did not know:

-He lost his virginity thanks to Ernest Fucking Hemmingway. Apparently during hemmingway's stay in France where he was supposedly running guns for the resistance, Hemmingway took pity on the young combat photographer Meyer and his band of cohorts and sent them to his favorite brothel with express orders for their warm reception.

-Princess Grace was personally responsible for shit-canning his Sex Pistols film by suggesting Fox studios not release 'yet another X rated Meyer film.' The prince of Monaco did not cut the bitches brake lines fast enough.

I showed Eilish 'Magnolia' today. She really loved it. I use to really hate P.T. Anderson, but somehow he has really fucking grown on me in the past few weeks and the fact is he really is an incredible filmmaker.