It Don't Matter If You're Blog or White

This guy seriously wanted our blood.

You can't tell from the picture but he was the size of a Great Dane.

Mike went to take the trash out and was startled to see this monster awaiting him.

Between the mouse (which we have not seen or heard from) and raccoons, I feel like all California has given me is a wild beast around every corner in my own home. Also notable: since Joe, Jorge, and Pat have been out here they have not seen a drop a rain. Today, my first full day in California, it rained. Besides that we ate at Pollo Loco, which was strangely recommended to me by my dentist back east. It was good but the real "crazy chicken" was what Jorge concocted this evening for dinner. Seasoned with a tad too much salt. Everybody is going to be guzzling water for the rest of the night.

I joined L.A Fitness with the guys, and got a pretty good deal. Now I just gotta make sure I get my fat ass down there. We asked if there were any celebrities who go there, since we'll be going to the one in Hollywood. One of the staff there told us a story about how Brian McKnight slapped a book out of his hand for no reason. You can not be surprised that Brian McKnight is an asshole, though, come on.

Joe is calling me downstairs for "P.U.A". The three of them started a "Push-Ups Anonymous" club where they just do push-ups. Strangely, they know eachother well and are in no way qualifying for the definition of the word "anonymous". I'd agree to go down but I just took a shower, so, F that. Plus we're going to L.A Fitness bright and early.

After a trip to Ikea and over four hours working on putting a desk together, my room is coming along pretty well, and will soon be fully operational for "getting some booty" as the kids say. I can't wait to not do that.