Friday, June 14, 2002
Do kids still ride Big Wheels? I never see kids on Big Wheels anymore. Granted, I don't live in a neighborhood with any kids, but when I was five, nothing was cooler than that Big Wheel. It MAY just be an inaccurate childhood memory, but I was sure I could ride that thing fast, like 50, 60 mph. Then pull that brake, swing around in the driveway, whip that back end like the crack of a whip. I was a bad, bad man on my Big Wheel. If I ever get filthy rock star rich, I won't be buying anything really extravagant like albino spider monkeys, cocaine, tented oxygen sleeping chambers or personalized Starbucks outlets in my kitchen. But I will get me a big ol' adult size Big Wheel. Yeah. A Big Wheel. And a super model or two.
Jim Parisi
Thursday, June 13, 2002
A friend of mine lost his grandmother today. I have been there brother. I am deeply sorry. You have my most sincere empathy.
Jim Parisi
Wednesday, June 12, 2002
Speaking of first fans, a gentleman emailed me today, a web entrepreneur and TV journalist, who oddly enough shares my name. He did a web search, found my site and dropped me a line to tell me he liked it. And here I thought I was the only Mighty Jimbo!
Jim Parisi
Tuesday, June 11, 2002
I think I have made my first friend as a result of my blog. I've never been a chat room aficionado, so this is a new experience for me. An OC local found my site, thought it was funny and emailed me about a week ago to tell me so. Talk about an ego stroke. She and I have been emailing each other frequently since. Not like freaky stalker emails either. Not that I am opposed to freaky stalker emails. My parole officer, unfortunately is. Regardless, she has been struggling with some relationship, uh, obstacles (read getting over a vile, wretched, decrepit, soulless man-pig who deserves to be slowly devoured by mutant, rabid fire ants) and may actually have found some solace in the stories of my own struggles with unrequited love. I think it's been a bit of a cathartic laugh/cry kind of discussion. She may be my first fan. Yessiree, I'm well on my way to digital fame! I'll be wearing sunglasses indoors and eating at Spago and giving away gold Cadillacs any day now.
Jim Parisi
Yep. I'm an uncle again. My brother's first born, a beautiful baby girl, arrived early this morning, 6 1/2 pounds at 5:31 AM. Kenny thought basic training and OCS was tough. Wait till he tries parenthood. He's in deep baby poop now.
Welcome Gionna Lauryn Parisi. Welcome.
Jim Parisi
Monday, June 10, 2002
I'm about to be an uncle again. More later...
Jim Parisi
Speaking of weddings, Meredith is getting married this week. Finally! If you knew how much I had to hear about Steven in Africa. "Should I move out to California with Steven? I really love Steven. Does Steven love me? Should I quit my job and run off with Steven? Steven is so cute. Steven is so hot. Steven is writing me really dirty e-mail and it's really turning me on. I'm glad we didn't get killed by that marauding elephant cause then I wouldn't be able to see Steven again. I wish Steven were here right now." Steven Steven Steven Steven Steven. Steven, glad you didn't turn out to be a goombah and pass on one of the most amazing women I have ever had the pleasure to meet, an amazing, beautiful woman who loves you more than anything in the world. She is a catch. You two are great together. And this will be your biggest adventure together. By the way, you are both superstars for getting married in Yosemite. I'll see you this weekend. It will be an honor to share your day.
Jim Parisi
