Breaks me is better.

Yesterday I tried to act surprised in a french commercial for xBox. I was forced to wear a stupid red hat, Ariane was forced to wear a stupid grey shirt.

Then thai food. And shopping. And italian food. And a drink with Guillaume on the most bar-filled street in Paris. They pack them like matchboxes next to each other.

And Be Happy was quite happy and quite british.

Last night on the metro back to the very chic end of Paris a group of drunk people sang a song they all knew in french. I wanted to join in but of course I didn't know the words.

i have a lot of blogs.

So today, I first took Anthony to Ralph's where we bought really large sandwiches. We both were awake and thought the other was asleep, so it was a late start.

Then we went to Venice Beach and ate our sandwiches on a boat that I think was originally sand. And it was by a dragon with a drippy nose. We were accosted for walking on a bike path. Anthony got checked out. It was a lot like Santa Cruz, actually, but hotter. And more sand.

Then we drove in real LA traffic and went to see Tropic Thunder at the Arclight Dome. Before that, we went into Amoeba. Matthew Sweet was playing, and he was fat. Tropic Thunder was... really funny. Can Robert Downey Jr. do no wrong?

I did not eat all of my sandwich. That's how big it was.

So... um...

I went from Santa Cruz to Santa Clarita Valley, care of Anthony. We traveled for a long time, which was interesting, and we were attacked by a Ventura sun, which was awful.

My mom made us dinner, and we walked around Suburbia and watched a movie based on a board game called Clue.

Today, I'm going to show him Venice and Melrose and probably Amoeba Records too.