-Our first kiss was in a movie. We went as friends at first.. Then you grabbed my hand and said.. Don’t you want to kiss me? I couldn’t tell you what movie it was. After that it’s all a blur. The rest of our kissing was done privately, and if any of your friends saw.. I was instantly pushed away. Haha Happy birthday Ms Nguyen. I hope all is well in your world.
Clippers Coach Doc Rivers said he convinced Shelly Sterling to attend Game 5 and passed on a message from her to the players.
"She asked if she could come, which I thought was a very nice gesture," Rivers said. "And she just wanted the players to know, she told me to tell them that she loved them.."
"Here’s a novel a buddy texted me while we were at Coachella. Makes me excited for next year:
Sitting in bed watching a light show that I’m not sure actually exists but there’s a looming darkness over the wall that is simultaneously eerie and enthralling and the darkness is kind of beckoning to me which I think is a metaphor for my slip into a moral abyss this weekend. Also I keep on thinking that Skrillex is playing in the background. Perhaps that is where this darkness is calling me. To the deep chambers of dubstep which I thought I hated until I did more drugs than should be humanely possible. Perhaps that is how one has to listen to dubstep? Anyways it was mind blowing. In retrospect I wish I would have stayed to watch Pharrell longer but he really had a party going down and had Gwen stefani and busta and snoop so they were cool to see. Also may have developed a slight drug problem as I realized I have had one full meal in the past how ever many hours I’ve been here. I think I’ve decided coachella is like some kind of rich kid heaven. There’s awesome music, great drugs, and a really groovy vibe. AND THE HOTTEST GIRLS HOLY FUCK THERE ARE MORE HOT GIRLS PER CAPITA HERE THAN ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD. Sorry for the rant. I hit caps lock and didn’t feel like turning it off. I really think I could live here on weekends. Maybe I’ll move to coachella. It would be a weird life. Meet a girl, take her on the Ferris wheel as our first date, share a watermelon, then a kiss, then our bodies. And then I would come back next weekend to do it all over again. Yes, I think I would like to live at coachella. I should probably go to bed at some point but these are my thoughts as of now. Haven’t decided if I should text this or if it’s more of a cathartic process to relate my experience which is very transformative. I’ve met lovely people who have shown great hospitality and kindness. I’ve also met ratchets. The ratchets can go away. They shouldn’t even be allowed at Coachella. It’s my rich kid uber attractive perfect fantasyland not theirs so they can just get the fuck out please. That was harsh. Really it comes down to the music, and when we all love music, we really are united. Not sure if the Molly or acid just prompted me to say that bullshit but it is dumb. Did I mention Skrillex melted my face off? This is really just a stream of consciousness type thing I have going on here and I’m terrified of the inevitable and well-deserved migraine I shall have after this weekend. Also I missed Ellie Goulding yesterday because none of my friends wanted to see her and said she was for girls but I still like her so it should be okay. Maybe I’ll come back and see her next weekend. Maybe we would be great friends. Perhaps. If I ever write a memoir which is quite presumptuous (spelling? I can’t deal right now) of me, this is how it shall open. With this long text that I’ve written. I feel like I’ve written too much not to send it so I think I will send it. Happy Coachella. If I never come back you know where to find me (but seriously let’s come to weekend 2). I feel like this was prayer-like so I will say amen. Amen. Also I proofread this text so it looked okay but my eyesight is also doing strange things so I’m not entirely sure. I feel like coachella should be something nice someone says to someone else. Kind of like ‘namaste’ as the native Americans say. I really embody their spirit as I move through the desert air to the beat of ‘Happy’ or perhaps a nice dubstep banger (I shall have to check it out when I am of sound mind and expect I will find it to be meaningless garbage. But does that take away from my experience this weekend? I think not. I think it shows I’m open minded. Long tangent) because I feel so alive. That’s it. That’s what coachella does. It makes you feel alive. Which is ironic because I will be dead on Monday. There’s some rebirth imagery I would really like to explore later with this concept. Remind me. I feel like I want to sleep now. Good night. Amen. Happy coachella. Namaste. Coachella.”
Samantha: “It’s like I’m reading a book… and it’s a book I deeply love. But I’m reading it slowly now. So the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you… and the words of our story… but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you so much. But this is where I am now. And this who I am now. And I need you to let me go. As much as I want to, I can’t live your book any more.”
“It is my strong desire … that my son, Cooper Hoffman, be raised and reside in or near the borough of Manhattan in the state of New York, or Chicago, Illinois, or San Francisco, California. The purpose of this request is so that my son will be exposed to the culture, arts and architecture that such cities offer..”
I’m going to have an Academy Awards 2014 party. Come join me on either my couch or a friend’s couch to watch this year’s Oscars. We will be critiquing starlets’ ensembles and betting(with shots) on who will the winners be and will their speech get interrupted by the orchestra.
86th Academy Awards
March 2, 2014 — Host: Ellen DeGeneres
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It was then that Peyton Manning heard the very respectful voice of Steve Lopez, a beer vendor from the Bronx.
"Mr. Manning, could I please get an autograph?" the 25-year-old asked.
Manning’s head turned and looked Lopez in the eye. These were the opposite ends of the NFL food chain – megastar multimillionaire and a guy hawking Bud Lights in the stands. The wave of the crowd was pushing Manning forward, but he locked in on Lopez.
"Not now," Manning said, "but when I come back this way I will."
Manning didn’t think so. He didn’t ignore Steve Lopez. He didn’t ignore, later after he did return from that locker room, others who made the same request. Here was Cheyenne Wiseman, asking if he could sign a T-shirt. Here was Michael Weisman of Philadelphia, looking for an autograph for his 10-year-old son, Alex.
Seattle Seahawks cornerback Richard Sherman was part of a defense that absolutely dismantled Manning and the Denver Broncos in Super Bowl XLVIII, and yet Sherman said on ESPN’s “Mike & Mike” show on Monday morning that Manning sought out Sherman after the game to ask about his injured ankle.