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Wednesday, October 21   >>


Everyone's turning into a pansy ass menopausal motherfucker over all this baseball shit. For fuck's sake, man, I bet you the players are handling it better than all of you.


I've seriously started to de-friend people on Facebook based on their sudden urge to update everyone on their current feelings on baseball. Fuck, you're so gay. Shut up. Give me a cool update, like mine, that says, "Hugo 's real name is Dick Whitman." C'MON, THAT'S FUCKING DOPE.


BASS PLAYER GUY I RAN INTO THE OTHER NIGHT: Hey, how ya been! Didn't see you at my House of Blues set last week.

HUGO: Yeah, man, I was fucking sick. Like, meds, in bed, the works. Just a mess.

BASS PLAYER: Nah, it's cool. Just say you couldn't make it, no biggie.

HUGO: No, dude, seriously, I was dead sick. I had to put a lot of things on hold. It sucked ass.

BASS PLAYER: C'MANN, I GET IT! You didn't wanna pay for parking and make it just for our shitty 25 minute set.

HUGO: Dude, don't I sound like Peppermint Patty? I am right here coughing, and I've never taken an acting class. Plus, I took your comp tickets. I'm not going to take anyone's comp ticketsand not show up to your HOB debut. That's dick.

BASS PLAYER: *laugh laugh laugh* I get it, don't worry, just try to come nex-- dude, blood is dripping down your nose.

It's worth getting really sick when it means skipping out on really shitty live music.

But I'm such a good friend that I would've shown up had I been healthier.

Trust me, I do this, like, all the time.

*local burn*


Hiromi plays in a couple weeks at the Asian American Jazz Festival. Yes, there is such a thing. It's like doo-wop, but they go, "Doo rop doo rop doo dOOOWWWRRR!"

Anyway, I think her latest release wins the award for most awkward album cover of 2009:

Man, there is WAY too much white background on that image. It's worth stealing the bandwidth, though. I GUETH I'M A THIEF, GUYYTHHHH!!!