More money! Less fun!

More money! Less fun!

Being a background is really, really boring. Looks like I'll get a lot of reading done. The best part of my day was coming back from lunch. Two guys who'd just met started human beatboxing and freestyle rapping. The guy who rapped did it in a Jamaican accent. It was fucking keen.

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When I got home, I saw a CD had been slipped under my door. At first I thought it was a copy of Hitman:Chronicles from my landlord because he wanted to see how it ran on my computer. It turns out it was a CD from a band called The Paper Dolls.

[Quick backstory: a few weeks ago I was walking down Melrose, and a very attractive female approached me.

VAF
Do you like rock and roll music?

ME
Buh, I like whatever you like.

VAF
Would you like to hear a sample of my band, The Paper Dolls? We're playing in the Los Angeles area for a while.

ME
Whatever you say.

VAF
I'm selling CD's.

ME
(rocking out)
Sold, hot girl!

When I got home, unfortunately, the CD was blank (despite the label telling me otherwise). I contacted the band via MySpace.com and let them know my dilemma. "No problem," the attractive lady responded, "I'm going to be on Melrose tomorrow. Just stop by again."

So I stopped by Melrose again. No girl. I sent her another message via MySpace, and basically said I was going to chalk it up as a loss, halfway thinking that the whole thing was a hoax. She wrote back: "Horsefeathers! You'll get your CD! What's your address?" So I gave it to her.

That was a long backstory.]

She didn't mail me the CD. She hand-delivered it to my freaking doorstep with handwritten thank yous and the next venue and time they'd be playing in LA. How hardcore is that? Major, major props to the young lady. Her name's Katrina, by the way, and if you're on MySpace you should check out her band's page here or just do a search for "The Paper Dolls" under the "Music" tab. I'm just sad I missed her knocking at my door.

D