4661 Hollywood Boulevard Los Angeles, CA 90027-5413 (323) 913-3040
Gillian Jacobs actually got me hooked on this store. First store I really shopped at in LA. They carry Band of Outsiders, GANT, Kitsune, my favorites. It not the most inexpensive place in the world though. I would ask for gift cards to this place for your birthday and stuff. Check it if you’re in LA.
I’m sorry that I wasn’t at Esther’s Follies last night at SXSW. There was a mix up with my schedule and I didn’t realize what was going on, totally my fault, I fucked up, and I’m already planning something special for Austin when I come back. I just didn’t want you guys to think I didn’t care about you and shit.
P.S. I promised everyone in the audience blowjobs via phone call. People have stopped me on the street demanding their blowjobs and I’m a man of my word. I’ve given four blowjobs so far:
First Blowjob: Wasn’t that terrible. I guess it was just scary cause it was my first one. It’s like a shot: If you don’t look at it going in, it doesn’t hurt as much.
Second Blowjob: Also not terrible, but he had a weird tattoo on it that looked like a snake. I cried less than the first one.
Third Blowjob: A girl, FINALLY.
Fourth Blowjob: So awful. You eat way too much meat, sir. Have some fruit, something from the earth, Jesus.
I’ve never been to SXSW before. This is my first one.
I got to meet OFWGKTA at the Woodies. Tyler body slammed this dude in a chicken suit at rehearsal, so MTV said they couldn’t have them fight anymore. He was trying to think of ways to fuck shit up still during the show. ”Whatever we come up with, don’t tell MTV cause they’re just gonna say ‘no’ and that sucks.”
Met Lil B with DC. We both agreed that Lil B could be president. No Joke. Charismatic fuck. So weird/dope.
I was hanging with with my violin player and got the call that “Community” got picked up for another season. I started jumping up in down in the convienience store. It’s weird, but I called Ludwig first. I think it’s because I know if “Community” didn’t exist, the first thing to take the hit would be Childish Gambino, cause “Community” pays for that. Ludwig thought I was lying. Probably cause I called him last week saying we were picked up cause I had read an article that was a year old. I’m a fucking retard.
Saw Das Racist. Dope as usual. #swate
Saw Matt and Kim. Most sincere people I’ve ever met. It’s fucking stupid how nice they are. I want to take care of them. I got permission to look at Kim’s boob.
Eclectic Method asked me if I wanted to spit during their set they were doing opening for Fishbone and Wu-Tang. Danny Pudi called and said he’d just landed so we met there.
I saw the crowd at the Wu-Tang show and got kinda scared (picture above). I’m in a Mickey Mouse shirt in front a Wu-Tang crowd. So I dropped the first verse acapella. I think that won them over.
I was told all of Wu-Tang was there. I said “that never happens.”
So I told the crowd that all of Wu-Tang was there. Crowd goes crazy. All of Wu-Tang was not there. Now I’m the asshole.
I get off stage and meet Danny, and a dude who was with Wu-Tang sees us. “Yo! You guys are funny. I love your bits!”
Dude said “bits”. I fucking died. So drunk.
Dude invited us back. Smoke. Met (some of) Wu-Tang. Me and Danny giggling like girls about how we shouldn’t be there.
We wanted to see TV on the Radio because neither Danny or I had ever seen them live. We were running late, so we got in a pedicab. It looked like we were on a date/in love. Which was not entirely false. TV on the Radio show was really fun.
Walked out and met Kendrick Lamar. He was really nice. I’m nervous I was weird cause I was really messed up when I met him. He had a bunch of dudes with him. People keep asking me where my dudes are at, I’m like “I get dudes?” I guess Danny and DC are my “dudes” a little. Or maybe I don’t need dudes. Entourages make me feel fake even when they’re doin important shit for you. Fuck rap cool.
This girl I was feelin made out with this dude I know. Fuck.
I got reallyreallyreally fucked up on more shit and got hungry. We start leaving this place I don’t remember and this dude was trying to be “romantic” or “cool”. I don’t know what the fuck, this shitty faced dude, he rips a cigarette out of my friend’s hand and starts smoking it. So she asks for it back, he gives it back, and she throws it on the ground (which she’s allowed to do cause it’s HER FUCKING CIGARETTE). Dude is pissed and starts screaming at her in her face. I push him back from her and he’s like “Don’t touch me or things will get…” and my first thought honestly was “Troy’s gonna kill this nigga.” Why did I see myself as Troy? Yes, I was wasted, but still what the fuck is wrong with me?
Ate mexican breakfast food with this bunch of people. One of them was this dude who was really gone and kept asking us to shred these papers he had in the shredder that didn’t exist. Then he found an old lottery ticket on the ground next to the table. We may have convinced him he won and we may have let him run to the gas station to claim the prize. He offered to pay for breakfast with his millions when he got back. Him jogging to Texaco was so fucking funny. Goddam.
I’m in Chicago. Going back down to SXSW tomorrow to do a Childish Gambino show.
I think hip-hop is gonna stop being so narrow-minded. Hip-hop is gonna progress to something that is more accepting and more revolutionary for the people because everybody will be included. Hip-hop is discriminatory toward gays, against happy people. If you’re happy, hip-hop hates you. You could say,”Wow! These hip-hop people are really Republican, they’re really conservative!” Hip-hop has been doing the same thing for years, and a lot of people are okay with it.