Ahhh...the Glendale Galleria! There’s no place like this marketplace of madness. So why the fuck am I here...AGAIN?! No...I didn’t start off being a mallrat. Today was actually pretty productive.

I woke up at about 8:30 this morning and got ready to run. I told myself that if I don’t do this, them I’m going to hate myself more than I do now. I am getting kinda soft on the sides a little. I wanted to get back into the habit of making myself a healthier, and God forbid, a sexier me. I asked Chriselle to run with me because, knowing my habits, I’d lag it up the ass. I obviously needed someone to keep me motivated...and besides, I wanted to spend some quality time with the soon-to-be debutante. After all, she is one of my best friends.

We finished our workout and we decided to mingle with the Eagle Rock summer school prisoners. I ended up running into faces that I haven’t seen in ages. Some of those faces should have been kept that way. Nonetheless, the visit was a hit with the locals. I guess the campus needed some local celebrities to visit their drab, meaningless summer school recess.

Our story now takes to the simple town of Glendale. We added Martin (the "owner") into our loop. We trekked up to Brand and wanted to consume the juices of the Gods...JAMBA JUICE!!! A Strawberry Tsunami was the reward for my "workout." Here comes the productivity for the day. Prior to our ERHS excerise experience, we agreed to take care of some Debut business. We wanted to register the Lazo name so we can have the male portion of the entourage fitted. No one, other than Chriselle knows what I'm going sport for the upcoming evening of elegance.

EVERYTHING AFTER THIS POINT ISN'T WORTH MENTIONING. IT'S ALL BULLSHIT...