Cruise Control...
...Tommy that is
Wow....what a frickin' amazing weekend! it just keeps on rollin', literally?
so the most overdone (female) costumes: Construction worker, Playboy Bunnies, Cats,
it's funny, because those outfits were the most worn, and they were all worn by girls...I thought girls were all uber-protective about their outfits, nobody could have the same thing...but I suppose if you go as something as predictable as that, and it is Halloween.
"In the regular world, Halloween is when children dress up in costumes and beg for candy. In girl world, Halloween is the one night of the year when a girl can dress as a total slut and no other girl can say anything about it." -Mean Girls
So yeah, the weekend was amazing, starting with Friday, the best night..hard to top, but yeah....Dave came down for the party, didn't bring the one person he was originally going to take, but brought a nice equivalent, Zachary. So yeah, the three of us alone would have made an night/weekend the utmost best ever, but tie it into everything else that happened, wow...
My costume happened by accident in all honesty..I was originally going to go as myself, what bette costume than that..so I decided to dress up, either black suit or wild and crazy blue suit...jess picked professional for that night, so whatever...I get out of the shower, put on my briefs, white dress shirt and a pair of black socks....my suits are downstairs so I came down to the main floor in hopes of a speedy passing through, as to not disrupt anyone and get dressed as fast as possible....as I slid (ohhh hardwood floors) into the living/dining/gaming/poker/computer/bar room I was stopped and asked what was I doing..I said getting my suit, it's downstairs sorry..they all said, "no you are wearing that!" I'm like you're kidding, right...but no, they said it was completely risky business..so I went with it...put on a pair of black shades and there you have it...I enjoyed the costume so much I wore it again the next nights...in fact I think I want to wear it again for the next couple of years....
party was good, there was enough people, not too many, but enough, people came and left but on average it was a consistent 25? party was all over, from inside to out..DDR was played, Dance parties were had, even a small rave broke out when I brought out the lightsticks...then Dave and his friends took it from there.
that party ended somewhere close to 5am, and then, as always, yes, there is magic in this house.....
Saturday, pretty easy day..wake up late..kicked a ball around in the street for a good hour, rode up to Lafayette to take Zach back, then back home. on the way back we got the brilliant idea to go to a bar..didn't happen, HA! instead we kinda had a small party at the house, Dave and I left for another party, came back, got Pete...went to this other party..
***Funny Story = So yeah, Dave's friend tells about this party he's going to, so we left really good party to get Pete and then Dave's friend Eric. so we get to the party, it was a really small house..and this person walks up to me and hugs me, I look and it was a co-worker of mine...yeah, so the good part of the story is this....she called me on Wednesday or so and invited me to her party, of course leaving a message, I didn't answer the phone...well I never called her back to find out where and when the party was going on, I got my own things to do...but low and behold I wind up there anyways....thanks Eric....***
so we left that party pretty quickly and then Jess and the Kneeler called me to see where I was going, we met up and moved it back to the first party....
it was your typical college party..some grew tired of it quickly...but one by one they left and it was only Dave and I...ohhhh how I love to people watch..suprisingly I didn't get bored or upset from it, it's all good.
and then there was Sunday....I took a nap.....slight partying....ATHF marathon....broke a Martini glass....ohhh, had a really intense dream, messed me up..dave woke me up along with symbol crashes and such....pete's here.....I have to go to work in the morning... I don't know what else to say.... my lip is scared and bloody.
Sunday, October 31, 2004
Top 10 Reasons Why Trick or Treating is Better Than Sex!
I Want Candy.....
10. You're guaranteed to get at least a little something in the sack.
9. If you get tired, wait 10 minutes and go at it again.
8. The uglier you look, the easier it is to get some.
7. You don't have to compliment the person who gave you candy.
6. The person giving you candy doesn't fantasize you're someone else.
5. If you get a stomach ache, it won't last 9 months.
4. If you wear your Batman mask, no one thinks you're kinky.
3. It doesn't matter if the kids hear you moaning and groaning.
2. You'll feel less guilt the next morning.
and the Number 1 reason Why Trick or Treating is Better Than Sex....
1. If you don't get what you want, you can always go next door!!
and by candy I mean your ass...
I Want Candy.....
10. You're guaranteed to get at least a little something in the sack.
9. If you get tired, wait 10 minutes and go at it again.
8. The uglier you look, the easier it is to get some.
7. You don't have to compliment the person who gave you candy.
6. The person giving you candy doesn't fantasize you're someone else.
5. If you get a stomach ache, it won't last 9 months.
4. If you wear your Batman mask, no one thinks you're kinky.
3. It doesn't matter if the kids hear you moaning and groaning.
2. You'll feel less guilt the next morning.
and the Number 1 reason Why Trick or Treating is Better Than Sex....
1. If you don't get what you want, you can always go next door!!
and by candy I mean your ass...
So yeah, I'm going through a bit of a dilema, or so it would seem. You culd come up to me right now, with anything, and I would do it, I'll be honest with you, it's sick.
I just remembered that one of my rants never got to where it was going, rather it didn't hit one of the waypoints, they never reach its final destination...
Blue35Tuesday: it's winter..it's what i will want
MrMexico01: lol, now is winter the depression phase or the crazy bwah phase?
Blue35Tuesday: depression, sevre
MrMexico01: wouldn't it just be better to weather it for one year in the house though?Blue35Tuesday: i don't like to get to attached to things, anymore
MrMexico01: I mean, how is moving out really gonna make things better
Blue35Tuesday: coughtruckdrivercough
MrMexico01: sometimes its good to get attached to things
MrMexico01: lmao
*****this was only a draft and never published for the public...nobody knows why....
I just remembered that one of my rants never got to where it was going, rather it didn't hit one of the waypoints, they never reach its final destination...
Blue35Tuesday: it's winter..it's what i will want
MrMexico01: lol, now is winter the depression phase or the crazy bwah phase?
Blue35Tuesday: depression, sevre
MrMexico01: wouldn't it just be better to weather it for one year in the house though?Blue35Tuesday: i don't like to get to attached to things, anymore
MrMexico01: I mean, how is moving out really gonna make things better
Blue35Tuesday: coughtruckdrivercough
MrMexico01: sometimes its good to get attached to things
MrMexico01: lmao
*****this was only a draft and never published for the public...nobody knows why....
Friday, October 29, 2004
Food is Gross..
..that's what they make shit out of
Alright, so I don't like being lied to, if it's the one thing that gets me, it's lying (alright, we all know there are many things that get me, let's just not go there....) And as far as I am concerned lying goes along with being a hypocrite, all in all they are the same worthless pieces of shit that can't amount to the garbled slog they spruw out on a daily basis. if you are one of these people, save me the trouble and kick yourself.
it's funny, based on recent events I have taken a new approach to things. whenever I'm talking with someone and they are not giving all the information or are maybe holding back, "possible" "sure" "I guess so" attitude on things, I try to get to the bottom of things...always have, always will. I just try to understand things the best I can, work with me here...anyways, as I was saying, people get like that and I got off on a short rant, and use what's starting to be a common line, "I'm under the impression that we have an honest relationship, right" and just things like that, making sure that they aren't just blowing me off or fucking with me.."we have an open and honest relationship correct" I like how it works, makes me think they are actually telling the truth and makes them actually answer my questions.
I'm just tired of being told different things, from the same person; or they'll say one thing, but their actions speak louder and strike a lot harder as well. I hate people who makes promises...mainly I hate anyone who has ever promised me anything. I don't want to take any more promises on, or things closely related to promises. like if someone were to say, "I promise I won't eat the last cookie", I wouldn't believe them for a second, sound bad...don't yell at me, blame those who ruined recess for all of you.
I don't like it when people I barely know are indebted to me..people that I thought I would never see again and therefore the debt would be dead like they were..but when you walk back in here, strutting your stuff with no recollection of what happened before, fuck you.
speaking of clean slates....isn't it funny how really easy for the person who did the damage to want to wipe the board clean. "yeah I know I fucked up before, my mistake, my bad, let's patch up the huge gaping wound...." yeah, easy for you to say, you made the mess, others had to actually deal with it, get off yourself.
retribution. is there any in cases like these...you could always make a promise to change and be better, but what's that...promise, just a fucking word....no contracts (though those are just pieces of paper..) everything is just a fucking word..build you're own definitions (and you're own words for that matter)
estrogenocide.
look I could babble on and on for hours, but I can't (yeah, take that) I really don't like the amount of parenthesis I used, go figure..and I'm not in a mood to really be doing this, mostly tired, so goodnight, see you at the party on Friday! (Saturday and Sunday)
..that's what they make shit out of
Alright, so I don't like being lied to, if it's the one thing that gets me, it's lying (alright, we all know there are many things that get me, let's just not go there....) And as far as I am concerned lying goes along with being a hypocrite, all in all they are the same worthless pieces of shit that can't amount to the garbled slog they spruw out on a daily basis. if you are one of these people, save me the trouble and kick yourself.
it's funny, based on recent events I have taken a new approach to things. whenever I'm talking with someone and they are not giving all the information or are maybe holding back, "possible" "sure" "I guess so" attitude on things, I try to get to the bottom of things...always have, always will. I just try to understand things the best I can, work with me here...anyways, as I was saying, people get like that and I got off on a short rant, and use what's starting to be a common line, "I'm under the impression that we have an honest relationship, right" and just things like that, making sure that they aren't just blowing me off or fucking with me.."we have an open and honest relationship correct" I like how it works, makes me think they are actually telling the truth and makes them actually answer my questions.
I'm just tired of being told different things, from the same person; or they'll say one thing, but their actions speak louder and strike a lot harder as well. I hate people who makes promises...mainly I hate anyone who has ever promised me anything. I don't want to take any more promises on, or things closely related to promises. like if someone were to say, "I promise I won't eat the last cookie", I wouldn't believe them for a second, sound bad...don't yell at me, blame those who ruined recess for all of you.
I don't like it when people I barely know are indebted to me..people that I thought I would never see again and therefore the debt would be dead like they were..but when you walk back in here, strutting your stuff with no recollection of what happened before, fuck you.
speaking of clean slates....isn't it funny how really easy for the person who did the damage to want to wipe the board clean. "yeah I know I fucked up before, my mistake, my bad, let's patch up the huge gaping wound...." yeah, easy for you to say, you made the mess, others had to actually deal with it, get off yourself.
retribution. is there any in cases like these...you could always make a promise to change and be better, but what's that...promise, just a fucking word....no contracts (though those are just pieces of paper..) everything is just a fucking word..build you're own definitions (and you're own words for that matter)
estrogenocide.
look I could babble on and on for hours, but I can't (yeah, take that) I really don't like the amount of parenthesis I used, go figure..and I'm not in a mood to really be doing this, mostly tired, so goodnight, see you at the party on Friday! (Saturday and Sunday)
Thursday, October 28, 2004
World Series BABY!
(one take baby)
Yeah, that's right, the Boston Red Sox won...they won the World Series...Go Sox....so now that they broke the curse and actually won, that makes the cubs the last worst team around now.....woo, way to blow Cubbies.....just hope they don't look at the other pair of sox for that one as well.....
(one take baby)
Yeah, that's right, the Boston Red Sox won...they won the World Series...Go Sox....so now that they broke the curse and actually won, that makes the cubs the last worst team around now.....woo, way to blow Cubbies.....just hope they don't look at the other pair of sox for that one as well.....
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Dance Party Wednesday Continues...
..and so does the pain
so yeah, today is the dance party..I'm post dating this back to be honest, it's really 230am right now..but yeah, it's now tradition for there to be a dance party on Wednesday night, drinking is *optionable*...I skip out on the drinking and just cut myself out from the world, it's tradition now...this party though has been the biggest Wednesday party, they keep getting better.
I played the drums, stopped because I was beating it too hard, or so I thought, bonzo on the drums here. then I switched to guitar, came up with this nice little bass line, it's cute. played with the wah pedal, yeah, fun stuff.
Chris played "600 dollars" for Jim and I at the spork..actually there was a lot of people there, amazing. saw the mandolin player, made me happy and jealous at the same time. Laura Cooper (a name where you have to say the first and last names as if it were one) was there (Neil went ga-ga for her), didn't mention the photography, but invited me to a party in a couple of weeks, whatever...
funny thing, had a masseuse over yesterday and my neck is hurting today, the irony...maybe it's my room, or what I've been eating, in any case it hurts and I can feel the lump of pain....
I had a good walk tonight back home, had a lot of good ideas and things to say, but I forgot them...I hate these days when I get all down on myself and become anti-social...the angry anti-social...maybe it's Wednesdays, maybe it is a precursor of things to come...whatever....
I remembered when you saw my gun, shocked and horrified, ask me to put it away, but then wanted to hold it. I remember those nights, making hot tea for you..it was my little job, I wanted it to be perfect for you...I think you were going to work. I remember you shirtless in the law-away room.
I remember bunches of random things at random times..
I talked with Emily, it was a good talk, well especially the ending, but here are some highlights from the beginning...
chuchubunny: I know, but he still feels threatened by you
Blue35Tuesday: good
chuchubunny: which, I can't really blame him
Blue35Tuesday: fear is one emotion I want all people to have from me *smile*
couple minutes later...
Blue35Tuesday: wow....he's too territorial
chuchubunny: which can be a good thing
chuchubunny: he sounds like the complete opposite of you
Blue35Tuesday: what do you mean?
Blue35Tuesday: I understand that my girl has a life of her own and can go out and be with other people...I have (had) trust (in certain people)
chuchubunny: you just seem like you wouldn't care if the girl you were seeing was hanging out with someone else...like it wouldn't matter
Blue35Tuesday: I've had it happen before..and then she left for him!
Blue35Tuesday: HA!
Blue35Tuesday: take that trust!
yeah, so if you liked that, which I did, I love being told by people their perception of me...it's great. but I suppose at the same time I don't like it when it's way off.
anyways, I would really like to elaborate further on that, but whenever I get on here to type, everything is fleeting, funny how my best thoughts are coming to me in the morning to mid-day, really messing with me, I need to get back on my cycle. well I'll be back, peace out ya'll.
..and so does the pain
so yeah, today is the dance party..I'm post dating this back to be honest, it's really 230am right now..but yeah, it's now tradition for there to be a dance party on Wednesday night, drinking is *optionable*...I skip out on the drinking and just cut myself out from the world, it's tradition now...this party though has been the biggest Wednesday party, they keep getting better.
I played the drums, stopped because I was beating it too hard, or so I thought, bonzo on the drums here. then I switched to guitar, came up with this nice little bass line, it's cute. played with the wah pedal, yeah, fun stuff.
Chris played "600 dollars" for Jim and I at the spork..actually there was a lot of people there, amazing. saw the mandolin player, made me happy and jealous at the same time. Laura Cooper (a name where you have to say the first and last names as if it were one) was there (Neil went ga-ga for her), didn't mention the photography, but invited me to a party in a couple of weeks, whatever...
funny thing, had a masseuse over yesterday and my neck is hurting today, the irony...maybe it's my room, or what I've been eating, in any case it hurts and I can feel the lump of pain....
I had a good walk tonight back home, had a lot of good ideas and things to say, but I forgot them...I hate these days when I get all down on myself and become anti-social...the angry anti-social...maybe it's Wednesdays, maybe it is a precursor of things to come...whatever....
I remembered when you saw my gun, shocked and horrified, ask me to put it away, but then wanted to hold it. I remember those nights, making hot tea for you..it was my little job, I wanted it to be perfect for you...I think you were going to work. I remember you shirtless in the law-away room.
I remember bunches of random things at random times..
I talked with Emily, it was a good talk, well especially the ending, but here are some highlights from the beginning...
chuchubunny: I know, but he still feels threatened by you
Blue35Tuesday: good
chuchubunny: which, I can't really blame him
Blue35Tuesday: fear is one emotion I want all people to have from me *smile*
couple minutes later...
Blue35Tuesday: wow....he's too territorial
chuchubunny: which can be a good thing
chuchubunny: he sounds like the complete opposite of you
Blue35Tuesday: what do you mean?
Blue35Tuesday: I understand that my girl has a life of her own and can go out and be with other people...I have (had) trust (in certain people)
chuchubunny: you just seem like you wouldn't care if the girl you were seeing was hanging out with someone else...like it wouldn't matter
Blue35Tuesday: I've had it happen before..and then she left for him!
Blue35Tuesday: HA!
Blue35Tuesday: take that trust!
yeah, so if you liked that, which I did, I love being told by people their perception of me...it's great. but I suppose at the same time I don't like it when it's way off.
anyways, I would really like to elaborate further on that, but whenever I get on here to type, everything is fleeting, funny how my best thoughts are coming to me in the morning to mid-day, really messing with me, I need to get back on my cycle. well I'll be back, peace out ya'll.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
My Life is Like A Dollar Bill...
..when the exact change sign is lit
So yeah, that's my quote, sorry to leave ya'll hanging..anyways back to today..
another random day, but you know what, I really don't feel like going at it right now, so yeah, wrap this baby up, the shortest post of the week.....
PARTY this weekend, main day being Friday, costume party, but come even if you don't have one..I'm going as Jason Angus, the Angry Avenger...
I've got things to do, so yeah, bye...
..when the exact change sign is lit
So yeah, that's my quote, sorry to leave ya'll hanging..anyways back to today..
another random day, but you know what, I really don't feel like going at it right now, so yeah, wrap this baby up, the shortest post of the week.....
PARTY this weekend, main day being Friday, costume party, but come even if you don't have one..I'm going as Jason Angus, the Angry Avenger...
I've got things to do, so yeah, bye...
Monday, October 25, 2004
Imitation is the Best Form of Flattery...
..following in my unsound and unheard footsteps
So today was an unexpectant day, but I suppose you should expect that in the life of Jason Angus. So I get out of work and I have literally 14 missed calls..amazing how it is....but it's mostly from one (alright it was two or so, but yeah) Anyways, I call the person back..who shall remain nameless..let's just say a certain DVD was played, if you know what I mean..yeah, played.....
oh what the hell, it was DaVid Dewes. We had a good time, it was...different. we danced, we lunged, we ate at denny's, we talked. Man, when life starts throwing lemons with a curve down a bottomless pit go to the one man you know who has been through all that, ME! (yeah, life owes me a lot, get off my back)
precursor...
I hate to say this, but I have definitely changed my outlook on life and how to live it. You know what I want....nothing, that's it, nothing..I don't need to be rich, or famous, or have a great job, a family, or anything....it doesn't concern me, especially right now. I'm living life, and plan on living life like this because I lived life once before; and let me tell you it's something at the most raw form. you know what I would like to see myself doing this summer...driving a big rig..why not? seeing the country, traveling, owning up to nobody but yourself, alone time...some time off from everything.
I do not plan on going back to school, it's pointless. a college degree is just a piece of paper saying, great, you studied the subjects on a course you guided you on and you kinda know what you are talking about, how 'bout those parties. and jobs that require you to have a college degree can piss off, obviously they don't know what real people and geniuses are. they don't want to give the social delinquent, yet elite, a chance...now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying every joe schmo that doesn't go to college a brilliant man (maybe a little bit more brilliant than the average joe that does go to school and blow 100,000)
and just why did our group of friends, the best of the best, all seem to end up this way, or on brinks? was it something in the water that won't allow ourselves to be content with what we have before us..and by before us I mean, going to college, doing what everyone else is doing...I mean, I'd hate to say this, but yeah, we were/are better than most, so we want something better than the norm, right?
why do we all have this itchy finger...this crave to do something with ourselves...now I know this feeling, I had it before, still comes to me every now and then, but it ties into how I live, let me explain..alright, I'm living my life like I want it to...just doing..not having to own up to anything, in respect. I don't have cares, worries are a waste of the imagination, I'm not planing ahead, I'm just doing.....I get the itch to do things, I do them. I want to travel, I will...I want to live alone off the land, I will...I want to publish a book, make a movie, start a business....I will....that's the itch I am talking about...and I think things are starting to go in the favor...
so I may have jumped the gun a bit, pushed for something I really shouldn't have intervened in, but yeah....people are coming together, let's just say that. so yeah, a friend comes to me with a problem, I immediately drop everything and see how we can get this kid on the right track...(where was I for my life???) I threw out so many ideas and possibilities, I basically sold him a car with "rust proofing"...only to maybe slightly better myself? no no, it's to help him really, but he'll be following in my ways, maybe not the best for most people.
so yeah, long, multi-tangented, but it's good....I leave you with this line, to quote my life....
..following in my unsound and unheard footsteps
So today was an unexpectant day, but I suppose you should expect that in the life of Jason Angus. So I get out of work and I have literally 14 missed calls..amazing how it is....but it's mostly from one (alright it was two or so, but yeah) Anyways, I call the person back..who shall remain nameless..let's just say a certain DVD was played, if you know what I mean..yeah, played.....
oh what the hell, it was DaVid Dewes. We had a good time, it was...different. we danced, we lunged, we ate at denny's, we talked. Man, when life starts throwing lemons with a curve down a bottomless pit go to the one man you know who has been through all that, ME! (yeah, life owes me a lot, get off my back)
precursor...
I hate to say this, but I have definitely changed my outlook on life and how to live it. You know what I want....nothing, that's it, nothing..I don't need to be rich, or famous, or have a great job, a family, or anything....it doesn't concern me, especially right now. I'm living life, and plan on living life like this because I lived life once before; and let me tell you it's something at the most raw form. you know what I would like to see myself doing this summer...driving a big rig..why not? seeing the country, traveling, owning up to nobody but yourself, alone time...some time off from everything.
I do not plan on going back to school, it's pointless. a college degree is just a piece of paper saying, great, you studied the subjects on a course you guided you on and you kinda know what you are talking about, how 'bout those parties. and jobs that require you to have a college degree can piss off, obviously they don't know what real people and geniuses are. they don't want to give the social delinquent, yet elite, a chance...now don't get me wrong, I'm not saying every joe schmo that doesn't go to college a brilliant man (maybe a little bit more brilliant than the average joe that does go to school and blow 100,000)
and just why did our group of friends, the best of the best, all seem to end up this way, or on brinks? was it something in the water that won't allow ourselves to be content with what we have before us..and by before us I mean, going to college, doing what everyone else is doing...I mean, I'd hate to say this, but yeah, we were/are better than most, so we want something better than the norm, right?
why do we all have this itchy finger...this crave to do something with ourselves...now I know this feeling, I had it before, still comes to me every now and then, but it ties into how I live, let me explain..alright, I'm living my life like I want it to...just doing..not having to own up to anything, in respect. I don't have cares, worries are a waste of the imagination, I'm not planing ahead, I'm just doing.....I get the itch to do things, I do them. I want to travel, I will...I want to live alone off the land, I will...I want to publish a book, make a movie, start a business....I will....that's the itch I am talking about...and I think things are starting to go in the favor...
so I may have jumped the gun a bit, pushed for something I really shouldn't have intervened in, but yeah....people are coming together, let's just say that. so yeah, a friend comes to me with a problem, I immediately drop everything and see how we can get this kid on the right track...(where was I for my life???) I threw out so many ideas and possibilities, I basically sold him a car with "rust proofing"...only to maybe slightly better myself? no no, it's to help him really, but he'll be following in my ways, maybe not the best for most people.
so yeah, long, multi-tangented, but it's good....I leave you with this line, to quote my life....
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Another Exciting Weekend...
America...Fuck Yea....
Wow..what a weekend, let's see where to begin..well I'll begin with the end...
Friday..happened, stayed up all night, watched Heathers, got a 2am phone call, didn't have anything to prove to anyone, so I did my thing..got on the road at 4am and took a road trip up north..stopped midway and slept in the car...got to my g-parents, they are so nice to me (take that statement while you can) but here's the best part....
so I was driving my grandpa and he didn't like the noise emitting my car, told me to take it to this one shop to see how much brakes would be..well it was well over $200, and once I heard that I said let's go, I'll do it myself..now this instantly put a puzzled face on my g-dad...I mean he and I both knew that was way too much..but he knows that I don't work on cars, or as he would say, get dirty.....so he went and bought the parts, thinking that he'd be doing it himself...but he was out there, having a hard time, I just finished my lunch and went out...grabbed the breaker bar and went at it....god it was hot ( god that sounded so sexual). I was ripping the tire off, breaking loose the bolts, my hands were black, I was getting into it..I also enjoyed the piss out of it, no kidding. at one point I cursed the bolt loose, spit on the ground, demanded a beer in one hand and a bitch on my dick..
which made me think of this theory...actually just further proves environmental influences...you see, put me in an environment with cars, grease, sports....and I become a man, I can actually pas for one......put me in an environment of cleaning, shopping, cooking, interior design..and yeah, I become a fag or metro-sexual...maybe my theory is slightly flawed as I am a jack of all trades (master of none) so maybe that helps my adaptation into different places, surrounding. whatever...
Saturday night, saw some people after the whole grandparents thing, went to the show in LaPorte..Java Jims is really bad ass now, the new place I'm saying....saw Pete, it's been a long time, and will be, he's staying up north for another two weeks because of his foot. sad really. so the stage was in the middle of place, a larger crowd because there are no more secret rooms, and I think they serve alcohol now..
anyways after the show we went to the coolest apartment ever..so jealous, makes me want to move to Hobart...why not, let's do this. A fucking opera house....anyways..watched Team America....fucking great movie, laughed my ass off..I really recommend it...
Sunday..slept in, expect for when it was time to eat..and ohhh god did we eat. Jim and I feasted like kings, and again it was a Sunday with just the two off us to be one. and again it was time for us to saw the same exact things in unison..but we stepped it up a notch, we're kicking the adult jams now..we were saying sentences in unison..yeah, freaky....
then it was back home..where we unloaded the packed Aurora, drum set, computers, clothes, food, and everything else....thanks.
America...Fuck Yea....
Wow..what a weekend, let's see where to begin..well I'll begin with the end...
Friday..happened, stayed up all night, watched Heathers, got a 2am phone call, didn't have anything to prove to anyone, so I did my thing..got on the road at 4am and took a road trip up north..stopped midway and slept in the car...got to my g-parents, they are so nice to me (take that statement while you can) but here's the best part....
so I was driving my grandpa and he didn't like the noise emitting my car, told me to take it to this one shop to see how much brakes would be..well it was well over $200, and once I heard that I said let's go, I'll do it myself..now this instantly put a puzzled face on my g-dad...I mean he and I both knew that was way too much..but he knows that I don't work on cars, or as he would say, get dirty.....so he went and bought the parts, thinking that he'd be doing it himself...but he was out there, having a hard time, I just finished my lunch and went out...grabbed the breaker bar and went at it....god it was hot ( god that sounded so sexual). I was ripping the tire off, breaking loose the bolts, my hands were black, I was getting into it..I also enjoyed the piss out of it, no kidding. at one point I cursed the bolt loose, spit on the ground, demanded a beer in one hand and a bitch on my dick..
which made me think of this theory...actually just further proves environmental influences...you see, put me in an environment with cars, grease, sports....and I become a man, I can actually pas for one......put me in an environment of cleaning, shopping, cooking, interior design..and yeah, I become a fag or metro-sexual...maybe my theory is slightly flawed as I am a jack of all trades (master of none) so maybe that helps my adaptation into different places, surrounding. whatever...
Saturday night, saw some people after the whole grandparents thing, went to the show in LaPorte..Java Jims is really bad ass now, the new place I'm saying....saw Pete, it's been a long time, and will be, he's staying up north for another two weeks because of his foot. sad really. so the stage was in the middle of place, a larger crowd because there are no more secret rooms, and I think they serve alcohol now..
anyways after the show we went to the coolest apartment ever..so jealous, makes me want to move to Hobart...why not, let's do this. A fucking opera house....anyways..watched Team America....fucking great movie, laughed my ass off..I really recommend it...
Sunday..slept in, expect for when it was time to eat..and ohhh god did we eat. Jim and I feasted like kings, and again it was a Sunday with just the two off us to be one. and again it was time for us to saw the same exact things in unison..but we stepped it up a notch, we're kicking the adult jams now..we were saying sentences in unison..yeah, freaky....
then it was back home..where we unloaded the packed Aurora, drum set, computers, clothes, food, and everything else....thanks.
Friday, October 22, 2004
We Had a Name For Girls Like You in Highschool....
..we called them sluts.
What day is it..ahh yes, gluttony Thursday, no, not "Thirsty Thursday" as many of the college fucks would like to think...this, however, is a day to eat as much as possible, eat a well rounded meal, maybe 4 meals in that day..wow...at lot to accomplish, especially on a college student's limitations and budgets..come to think of it, I'm hungry right now...
so yeah, Boston won, as I said, Vasquez gave it up to Johnny Damon like a virgin on prom night..Card's made their way onto the finale..so this will be fun..who do I want to win? does it matter, the real Sox didn't make it to the playoff's, maybe next year....but I think I'll just go ahead and say Boston all the way.
Since we are predicting things...I'll say Bush will win in '04, why not..he doesn't have much of a competition, which is really hard to do...but Kerry, I mean come on, that little rich bastard who throw his medals, whatever...it'll be close, but I don't think Kerry is cut enough to be president (now I never said Bush was either...) Nader anyone?
Made some Mrs. Grass, good shit...funny story about that....last time I had Mrs Grass was a Thursday..and I watched Eternal Sunshine on that day, and Sarah came over...so that brings us to today, it was a Thursday, I was getting ready to watch a movie and then Sarah called me..weird...but it gets better...this happened all at the same time I started to realize it was happening again..and so did Jim..and as we both went to say how everything tied together we said the same sentence..then both blurted out New Palestine in unison as well....crazy times...
so, I'm spreading the word about the Party...forgot to call back my "private" call..ohh there was a great line from that one...ahh, anyways still nothing finalized in the sense of it being planned
and all...so yeah, just show up, every day is a party of sorts....even if it is doing nothing....
I've got to go now....for some reasons...yeah....anyways, get naked, I love you like I shouldn't, just remember those nights with you on top. Goodnight
..we called them sluts.
What day is it..ahh yes, gluttony Thursday, no, not "Thirsty Thursday" as many of the college fucks would like to think...this, however, is a day to eat as much as possible, eat a well rounded meal, maybe 4 meals in that day..wow...at lot to accomplish, especially on a college student's limitations and budgets..come to think of it, I'm hungry right now...
so yeah, Boston won, as I said, Vasquez gave it up to Johnny Damon like a virgin on prom night..Card's made their way onto the finale..so this will be fun..who do I want to win? does it matter, the real Sox didn't make it to the playoff's, maybe next year....but I think I'll just go ahead and say Boston all the way.
Since we are predicting things...I'll say Bush will win in '04, why not..he doesn't have much of a competition, which is really hard to do...but Kerry, I mean come on, that little rich bastard who throw his medals, whatever...it'll be close, but I don't think Kerry is cut enough to be president (now I never said Bush was either...) Nader anyone?
Made some Mrs. Grass, good shit...funny story about that....last time I had Mrs Grass was a Thursday..and I watched Eternal Sunshine on that day, and Sarah came over...so that brings us to today, it was a Thursday, I was getting ready to watch a movie and then Sarah called me..weird...but it gets better...this happened all at the same time I started to realize it was happening again..and so did Jim..and as we both went to say how everything tied together we said the same sentence..then both blurted out New Palestine in unison as well....crazy times...
so, I'm spreading the word about the Party...forgot to call back my "private" call..ohh there was a great line from that one...ahh, anyways still nothing finalized in the sense of it being planned
and all...so yeah, just show up, every day is a party of sorts....even if it is doing nothing....
I've got to go now....for some reasons...yeah....anyways, get naked, I love you like I shouldn't, just remember those nights with you on top. Goodnight
Thursday, October 21, 2004
At Least In the Morning When You Leave ...
Damn, I Fucking LOVE Covers....
Alright, so what's been going on tonight...a lot....I had a moment of something..took a nap only because they turned out the lights, woke up, meandered around...people came over, damn I hate people....I went on a liquor run, whatever, then I left on a walk....went to the open mic night just to say my hellos and then be on my way, Chris didn't need me there anyways..came back, watched the Red Sox WIN, yeah, highlight of the night.....
Favorite cover....a Fifth of Beethoven, yeah, I think so..come on, it's great!
drunk people still here, maybe half and half, but still....Dance Party '04 Part II ensued, that got me on my feet as I finished the dishes..
so then that takes us up here....got a moment in between intermission here, arguing with Jess, not the roommate, but the other Jess, the kneeler's friend, anyways...we are having are good ol fashion "I hate you" (mainly said by me) go-arounds...I just said an off beat comment buying this time...oh, what did I say.."probably just depends on how you were raised"....I attribute a large portion of the way you are by the way you were raised, on an extended level of course..not just by any parents/guardians, but TV, the other children, societal influences, it all makes a difference (of course there are heriditarial and instinctual coercions as well, but let's not get that naturalistic...) yeah so the zing to that is that her mother died when she was 11 and her dad was/is an assbag of sorts...whoops
but whatever, my argument is right, she's just mad at the world and that's why we can have these lovely non-chats...she doesn't like to discuss things and I like to piss her off by trying to talk about such things...people are so funny...
is it me, or are there less people online these days? ok, that is wrong, because last night there were 159 people offline, same number as tonight, but nobody worth talking is online, not that I can see...only 2 people in my Pity Party Fucks category are there....and one is me...whatever...
argggg....I swear, it's so aggravating..yet I ask for more. I am a glutton for punishment, look at my track record. people are tripping out, that was funny...only because I know what was going on....
so when I lay myself down to sleep at night beside you, I better see that same face in the morning next...unless you put covers on me
Damn, I Fucking LOVE Covers....
Alright, so what's been going on tonight...a lot....I had a moment of something..took a nap only because they turned out the lights, woke up, meandered around...people came over, damn I hate people....I went on a liquor run, whatever, then I left on a walk....went to the open mic night just to say my hellos and then be on my way, Chris didn't need me there anyways..came back, watched the Red Sox WIN, yeah, highlight of the night.....
Favorite cover....a Fifth of Beethoven, yeah, I think so..come on, it's great!
drunk people still here, maybe half and half, but still....Dance Party '04 Part II ensued, that got me on my feet as I finished the dishes..
so then that takes us up here....got a moment in between intermission here, arguing with Jess, not the roommate, but the other Jess, the kneeler's friend, anyways...we are having are good ol fashion "I hate you" (mainly said by me) go-arounds...I just said an off beat comment buying this time...oh, what did I say.."probably just depends on how you were raised"....I attribute a large portion of the way you are by the way you were raised, on an extended level of course..not just by any parents/guardians, but TV, the other children, societal influences, it all makes a difference (of course there are heriditarial and instinctual coercions as well, but let's not get that naturalistic...) yeah so the zing to that is that her mother died when she was 11 and her dad was/is an assbag of sorts...whoops
but whatever, my argument is right, she's just mad at the world and that's why we can have these lovely non-chats...she doesn't like to discuss things and I like to piss her off by trying to talk about such things...people are so funny...
is it me, or are there less people online these days? ok, that is wrong, because last night there were 159 people offline, same number as tonight, but nobody worth talking is online, not that I can see...only 2 people in my Pity Party Fucks category are there....and one is me...whatever...
argggg....I swear, it's so aggravating..yet I ask for more. I am a glutton for punishment, look at my track record. people are tripping out, that was funny...only because I know what was going on....
so when I lay myself down to sleep at night beside you, I better see that same face in the morning next...unless you put covers on me
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
LIVESTRONG
Fuck off..
here's a funny little article for those of you who who give a damn? for those of you who put this in you AIM profile, there are at least 12 people on my list, online right now with this [scene missing], for those of you who ran cross country, for those of you who like stupid rules and other funny shit...enjoy
ohh, and I did this in yellow just for you.....*rolls eyes*...what..you want to fight about it...let's do this.....TAG, you got cancer!
Fuck off..
here's a funny little article for those of you who who give a damn? for those of you who put this in you AIM profile, there are at least 12 people on my list, online right now with this [scene missing], for those of you who ran cross country, for those of you who like stupid rules and other funny shit...enjoy
ohh, and I did this in yellow just for you.....*rolls eyes*...what..you want to fight about it...let's do this.....TAG, you got cancer!
GO BOSTON!!!
Yeah, that's right, I'm rooting for Boston, what's it to you? Now, anybody who knows me, knows I'm not a Boston fan, exactly...I just really hate the Yankees...so three in a row, I know this is one hell of a come back, but hey, it could happen....the funny thing is is the fact that I missed the first three games, and the yankees won..soon as I started watching the series though...oh, what's that, Boston won..yeah....so I just got to make sure I watch the final game....oh man, Red Sox Vs Cards...interesting series don't ya think....
Yeah, that's right, I'm rooting for Boston, what's it to you? Now, anybody who knows me, knows I'm not a Boston fan, exactly...I just really hate the Yankees...so three in a row, I know this is one hell of a come back, but hey, it could happen....the funny thing is is the fact that I missed the first three games, and the yankees won..soon as I started watching the series though...oh, what's that, Boston won..yeah....so I just got to make sure I watch the final game....oh man, Red Sox Vs Cards...interesting series don't ya think....
Ha, Average...
..how does it feel to be nothing?
and by nothing I mean nothing important, nothing special, nothing at all because you're not making a difference, you're doing what everyone else is...are you having fun...good, so is everyone else, I'll live my life unlike any others and we'll see who gets rewarded in the end.
*update*
so she drops off the estimate....$300, yeah, I told her the body shop would want to re-paint the entire thing...well I didn't speak to her first hand when she drop this piece of shot off, rather Jessica did...so when I got home today I saw it, laughed then a couple minutes later Jess came down the stairs and was just going off..not on me, but because the bitch had an attitude with her, it was great, she was going to fight her for me...that sad sad girl, doesn't know what house she's messing with....we're all a little fucked up in the head..she started with a snowball...
anyways, I'm not going to do anything about it..no police report was even filed, so sucks to her ass-mar...she can burn in bloody hell
So I had a dream last night...funny thing too, since I was so (what's the word, is it stressed..worried...something-ed out) I couldn't sleep, but ended up crying myself to sleep, I think I can remember that....anyways, the dream was good for me...I mean I felt like an ass in it for the most part, but my subconscious knows the truth behind it all....though I know the dream exaggerated things a bit...she's not as innocent as it would appear, she is a deuce, but all in all it's ok..don't know if it makes me rest any better, but we will try...
today was a weird day...and it was a Tuesday, couldn't tell though...did I wear blue..I think so, anyways..I took a nap today, how off is that, probably explains why I am up now...
so plans...why did people ask if I was coming back for fall/winter/spring/summer break..I'm not a frickin' student, nor will I ever be...though at times I may miss the bitter wind gusts as you cross the diag amoungst the pretty buildings while trying not to step on the golden M..it's just not going to happen, it's not for me..I'm not one of those people....god, doesn't it suck to be average....maybe, maybe not, depends on who you ask...I really want to become a true vagabond, a rubber tramp, live like tom waits did...Cold Water
it's funny to think how behind I actually am with everything...it takes awhile for me to accept things, or become used to them...all the time silently hating it too
spiraling out of control...past that point, the breakdown has happened, this is just complete friction, grinding with no oil....basicallly there's no turning back....
..how does it feel to be nothing?
and by nothing I mean nothing important, nothing special, nothing at all because you're not making a difference, you're doing what everyone else is...are you having fun...good, so is everyone else, I'll live my life unlike any others and we'll see who gets rewarded in the end.
*update*
so she drops off the estimate....$300, yeah, I told her the body shop would want to re-paint the entire thing...well I didn't speak to her first hand when she drop this piece of shot off, rather Jessica did...so when I got home today I saw it, laughed then a couple minutes later Jess came down the stairs and was just going off..not on me, but because the bitch had an attitude with her, it was great, she was going to fight her for me...that sad sad girl, doesn't know what house she's messing with....we're all a little fucked up in the head..she started with a snowball...
anyways, I'm not going to do anything about it..no police report was even filed, so sucks to her ass-mar...she can burn in bloody hell
So I had a dream last night...funny thing too, since I was so (what's the word, is it stressed..worried...something-ed out) I couldn't sleep, but ended up crying myself to sleep, I think I can remember that....anyways, the dream was good for me...I mean I felt like an ass in it for the most part, but my subconscious knows the truth behind it all....though I know the dream exaggerated things a bit...she's not as innocent as it would appear, she is a deuce, but all in all it's ok..don't know if it makes me rest any better, but we will try...
today was a weird day...and it was a Tuesday, couldn't tell though...did I wear blue..I think so, anyways..I took a nap today, how off is that, probably explains why I am up now...
so plans...why did people ask if I was coming back for fall/winter/spring/summer break..I'm not a frickin' student, nor will I ever be...though at times I may miss the bitter wind gusts as you cross the diag amoungst the pretty buildings while trying not to step on the golden M..it's just not going to happen, it's not for me..I'm not one of those people....god, doesn't it suck to be average....maybe, maybe not, depends on who you ask...I really want to become a true vagabond, a rubber tramp, live like tom waits did...Cold Water
it's funny to think how behind I actually am with everything...it takes awhile for me to accept things, or become used to them...all the time silently hating it too
spiraling out of control...past that point, the breakdown has happened, this is just complete friction, grinding with no oil....basicallly there's no turning back....
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
...Yeah, but at Least a Prositute Gets Paid for what She Does...
....so then she's just become an average piece of college trash, nice
,makes me feel better.
..sorry, continung the conversation....ohhhh good times here in the gren lit entranced domain of four twelve..should make that all fancy cursive, but i won't...
just to let you know, i love our porch...now i've sat on some steps before, had great conversations either with people or myself, but the comfor from this place...yeah, it's nice...don't know if it will stack up to the others in the logistical use category, that one is weighted you know....
ohh, just to let you know, i hate stupid people....
this bitch thinks i hit her car....because i was parked behind it...and there are two scratch marks on her underneath back bumper...let's see, i didn't park that close to you, and had i even bumped you in an idle parking motion, it would not have made any mark like that....the paint on her car was white! and no paint, no marks were found on my bumper, anywhere..even the placement of the marks doesn't line up for my car...whatever...everyone expected me to rip the bitches head off and piss down her bloody throat (an exact quote from when i returned, that and i would come back holding the disembodied head by the hair saying "here's my ante"...they know what mood i've been in...) but my only sympathy for her was the fact that the vehicle was brand new, well realtivly new, so i couldn't go off....give it some time, she tries to make me pay for some ridiculous bill, and it's on. i may slip her $20 bucks and tell her to fuck off (something i should do more often..) but it's twenty bucks..you know how much *insert whatever you want here* that would buy? yeah, my point exactly...
....so then she's just become an average piece of college trash, nice
,makes me feel better.
..sorry, continung the conversation....ohhhh good times here in the gren lit entranced domain of four twelve..should make that all fancy cursive, but i won't...
just to let you know, i love our porch...now i've sat on some steps before, had great conversations either with people or myself, but the comfor from this place...yeah, it's nice...don't know if it will stack up to the others in the logistical use category, that one is weighted you know....
ohh, just to let you know, i hate stupid people....
this bitch thinks i hit her car....because i was parked behind it...and there are two scratch marks on her underneath back bumper...let's see, i didn't park that close to you, and had i even bumped you in an idle parking motion, it would not have made any mark like that....the paint on her car was white! and no paint, no marks were found on my bumper, anywhere..even the placement of the marks doesn't line up for my car...whatever...everyone expected me to rip the bitches head off and piss down her bloody throat (an exact quote from when i returned, that and i would come back holding the disembodied head by the hair saying "here's my ante"...they know what mood i've been in...) but my only sympathy for her was the fact that the vehicle was brand new, well realtivly new, so i couldn't go off....give it some time, she tries to make me pay for some ridiculous bill, and it's on. i may slip her $20 bucks and tell her to fuck off (something i should do more often..) but it's twenty bucks..you know how much *insert whatever you want here* that would buy? yeah, my point exactly...
"She's Like a Prostitute..
..only with better Curbside Service"
Good god, I just realized what time it was....how did it become 2am already...what did I do to fill in all those other hours.....whatever...I'll make this quick
so yeah, I think I am going to explode, no seriously...not a good explosion (are there such things???I wonder) but this will be horrible, I'm doing my damnedest but everything is catching up to me, biting at my heels and lord knows how I hate when the door catches the back of your foot, you know what I'm talking about....when you entering a house or something and the screen door just happens to close too quickly, either because of a gust of wind or you didn't swing it all the way, whatever the case it fucking hurts....
anyways, so plans....yeah now announcing the party (officially unofficial?) well it's the only planned party thus far..I mean come on, there are gatherings every weekend, and mediocre ones during the week, but that's a given, just show up, something is bound to happen...anyways as I was saying...the 29th through the 1st there will be a party at the house....everyone is invited, even if you are...geez, anyone really...1) Mask guy..Royal B..that one dude....ok, maybe not those, but maybe those too, why not, we could have a hell of a time with your presence, honestly....ok you're invited (unofficially of course, don't want to make this all fancy)
I think one of the days is a costume party....then an ASAP party...then rock out with your cock out party..of course refreshments will be served, with a cover charge..DDR a constant...and me hating every individual a must..wait, sorry, busting at the seams
well I don't know what else to say..gots lots tos dos still, lots to run from (HA, TAKE THAT ALL YOU PEOPLE.....) what, I'll admit it..I was a sprinter, I can run..could run...I can still give it a shot
I don't want what I've got going on now
I am living as the self proclaimed image of all that I hate(d)
I am my own undoing
but you're still the worst to me,
thanks
..only with better Curbside Service"
Good god, I just realized what time it was....how did it become 2am already...what did I do to fill in all those other hours.....whatever...I'll make this quick
so yeah, I think I am going to explode, no seriously...not a good explosion (are there such things???I wonder) but this will be horrible, I'm doing my damnedest but everything is catching up to me, biting at my heels and lord knows how I hate when the door catches the back of your foot, you know what I'm talking about....when you entering a house or something and the screen door just happens to close too quickly, either because of a gust of wind or you didn't swing it all the way, whatever the case it fucking hurts....
anyways, so plans....yeah now announcing the party (officially unofficial?) well it's the only planned party thus far..I mean come on, there are gatherings every weekend, and mediocre ones during the week, but that's a given, just show up, something is bound to happen...anyways as I was saying...the 29th through the 1st there will be a party at the house....everyone is invited, even if you are...geez, anyone really...1) Mask guy..Royal B..that one dude....ok, maybe not those, but maybe those too, why not, we could have a hell of a time with your presence, honestly....ok you're invited (unofficially of course, don't want to make this all fancy)
I think one of the days is a costume party....then an ASAP party...then rock out with your cock out party..of course refreshments will be served, with a cover charge..DDR a constant...and me hating every individual a must..wait, sorry, busting at the seams
well I don't know what else to say..gots lots tos dos still, lots to run from (HA, TAKE THAT ALL YOU PEOPLE.....) what, I'll admit it..I was a sprinter, I can run..could run...I can still give it a shot
I don't want what I've got going on now
I am living as the self proclaimed image of all that I hate(d)
I am my own undoing
but you're still the worst to me,
thanks
Sunday, October 17, 2004
The Sweetest Day...
New Palastine!
Wow...just got back from one hell of a trip......I want to type soo much, but damn I am tired...ok quickie for you all, as if I wasn't tired enough....
So a trip to MI was in the works as an item was needing picked up in Detroit. So Jim volunteered to go with me on this venture...we moved the day from Saturday to Sunday (smart move), you know, to rest up.....anyways after I finished lapping up Jenny Bitch for a third time an idea was tossed into the air, and well, when you are dealing with Jim and I, we'll do anything to prove a point or to be right...so we took off at 330 in the morning for the road, saying we'll go as far as the road takes us, then we'll sleep and go back at it when we awake....
Well things didn't pan out as easy as that...we made it to good ol AA, cashed in some cans and we were starved..of course nothing is open early on sundays..whatever..and we wanted pizza slut...whatever after much running 'round we finally crashed for 2 with the help of an old "friend"..
back on the road we went....seriously took us 2 and a half hours to make it to the remainer 30 mile destination...I hate traffic..we got the item, had to disassemble it to get it in the car and headed back.....oh yeah, forgot to mention, my damn book store wasn't open AGAIN...so looks like I will have to make another trip up sometime, for the love of....
but yeah, the trip was great..Jim and I became twins, it was cute..especially when we had the same cravings, said the same things, and same thoughts all at the same time.......in all it kinda reminded me of Vince....I miss that kid...I was going to call him over the weekend, but plans as you can tell got changed, oh well maybe tomorrow night..which is really today's night, *shakes head*
oh, by the way, we did get Pizza Slut, and it was great..and the fact that we still had some leftover when we were about 3/4 of the way home made us make it home in one piece, that and random stories, music, and all the drugs we were on..
so yeah, final thoughts, I like Michigan because they sell liquor on Sundays, Jim hates AA, I probably should have pulled over at several points in the drive because I kept dosing off a bit....I actually do like cruise control....and I still would like one more day for this weekend to catch up on sleep, but it won't happen, got work and other things to do..oh shit I still have to call like 7 people...damnation, ok, so if I haven't call you yet, it's coming...don't freak on me.... alright, it's over...there's you're 1 page summery Mr. Gianotti! (don't push me, I'll make it 10 again..)
New Palastine!
Wow...just got back from one hell of a trip......I want to type soo much, but damn I am tired...ok quickie for you all, as if I wasn't tired enough....
So a trip to MI was in the works as an item was needing picked up in Detroit. So Jim volunteered to go with me on this venture...we moved the day from Saturday to Sunday (smart move), you know, to rest up.....anyways after I finished lapping up Jenny Bitch for a third time an idea was tossed into the air, and well, when you are dealing with Jim and I, we'll do anything to prove a point or to be right...so we took off at 330 in the morning for the road, saying we'll go as far as the road takes us, then we'll sleep and go back at it when we awake....
Well things didn't pan out as easy as that...we made it to good ol AA, cashed in some cans and we were starved..of course nothing is open early on sundays..whatever..and we wanted pizza slut...whatever after much running 'round we finally crashed for 2 with the help of an old "friend"..
back on the road we went....seriously took us 2 and a half hours to make it to the remainer 30 mile destination...I hate traffic..we got the item, had to disassemble it to get it in the car and headed back.....oh yeah, forgot to mention, my damn book store wasn't open AGAIN...so looks like I will have to make another trip up sometime, for the love of....
but yeah, the trip was great..Jim and I became twins, it was cute..especially when we had the same cravings, said the same things, and same thoughts all at the same time.......in all it kinda reminded me of Vince....I miss that kid...I was going to call him over the weekend, but plans as you can tell got changed, oh well maybe tomorrow night..which is really today's night, *shakes head*
oh, by the way, we did get Pizza Slut, and it was great..and the fact that we still had some leftover when we were about 3/4 of the way home made us make it home in one piece, that and random stories, music, and all the drugs we were on..
so yeah, final thoughts, I like Michigan because they sell liquor on Sundays, Jim hates AA, I probably should have pulled over at several points in the drive because I kept dosing off a bit....I actually do like cruise control....and I still would like one more day for this weekend to catch up on sleep, but it won't happen, got work and other things to do..oh shit I still have to call like 7 people...damnation, ok, so if I haven't call you yet, it's coming...don't freak on me.... alright, it's over...there's you're 1 page summery Mr. Gianotti! (don't push me, I'll make it 10 again..)
Thursday, October 14, 2004
....Should Be Asleep....
So I was going to go to sleep at a "good" time of 1am....but look where I am...here obviously at 2:30 on the computer.....everytime I had fallen asleep out of boredom I got a phone call, last 5-10 minutes and went back to sleep...but the last call I decided to throw in the towel....so here we are...
yeah, I went to sleep because I knew there was something I should have been doing, but couldn't actually remember..so I decided that I'll get some sleep and maybe by morning I'll hate myself for forgetting and remember...
the chair I am sitting in is making me nauseous....there's this lingering smell.....I think someone threw up, disgusting...but maybe not, it could be something entirely else....
my computer is still down....learning to "live" without..though it's not really living without when I am using another's computer, more like an inconvenience to us all...anyways, my next computer will be a mac....did I just say that?
I want Lucky Charms.....you know what..I'm kicking it to the adult jams now, I don't want Lucky Charms, I need Lucky Charms.....
we finally have real vodka in the house again, no vanilla, just plain ol Skyy...of course we still have flavors as well...I so want to make a martini, maybe this weekend....I don't make it sound like we are a bunch of drunks, because we're not....honestly...I just like a nice glass of wine (merlot or reisling), maybe some courvosier, or even a martini...just class for me and I'm good.....I don't get trashed and wake up next to random people in the morning (I know them...just kidding, joke joke..)
so I'm not lying to you here...this is how it is, I am posting a lot in comparison to what I have been...it's that time of the year isn't it, like the changing of the seasons, moon phases, yadda yadda yadda.....so yeah, funny thing, sine I made my post the other day ( the first in a long time) I've already heard from several people that they read it.....amazing....whether they just happened to tune back in at the time, or they have been nerdilly checking it periodically, day after day, with no updates and only hope...
alright kidos, can I call you that....there was one person I couldn't call that....never was told why not....I hate that.....anyways, I'm out like a diabetic at a pie eating contest...til later...
So I was going to go to sleep at a "good" time of 1am....but look where I am...here obviously at 2:30 on the computer.....everytime I had fallen asleep out of boredom I got a phone call, last 5-10 minutes and went back to sleep...but the last call I decided to throw in the towel....so here we are...
yeah, I went to sleep because I knew there was something I should have been doing, but couldn't actually remember..so I decided that I'll get some sleep and maybe by morning I'll hate myself for forgetting and remember...
the chair I am sitting in is making me nauseous....there's this lingering smell.....I think someone threw up, disgusting...but maybe not, it could be something entirely else....
my computer is still down....learning to "live" without..though it's not really living without when I am using another's computer, more like an inconvenience to us all...anyways, my next computer will be a mac....did I just say that?
I want Lucky Charms.....you know what..I'm kicking it to the adult jams now, I don't want Lucky Charms, I need Lucky Charms.....
we finally have real vodka in the house again, no vanilla, just plain ol Skyy...of course we still have flavors as well...I so want to make a martini, maybe this weekend....I don't make it sound like we are a bunch of drunks, because we're not....honestly...I just like a nice glass of wine (merlot or reisling), maybe some courvosier, or even a martini...just class for me and I'm good.....I don't get trashed and wake up next to random people in the morning (I know them...just kidding, joke joke..)
so I'm not lying to you here...this is how it is, I am posting a lot in comparison to what I have been...it's that time of the year isn't it, like the changing of the seasons, moon phases, yadda yadda yadda.....so yeah, funny thing, sine I made my post the other day ( the first in a long time) I've already heard from several people that they read it.....amazing....whether they just happened to tune back in at the time, or they have been nerdilly checking it periodically, day after day, with no updates and only hope...
alright kidos, can I call you that....there was one person I couldn't call that....never was told why not....I hate that.....anyways, I'm out like a diabetic at a pie eating contest...til later...
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Can't Do It....
So here's a random thought....I want to get married..WHAT?! yeah, weird isn't it....well, all this talk about people getting married, bridal registry, work, TV...it's all rubbing it in my face....everyone's getting married, why can't I? Now this is a totally irrational idea, I mean my friends aren't even getting married, yet, but why not just beat them to the punch....whatever...I'm thinking mail-order-bride style....she's got to like you...and if you like in the right places, you can get paid to do this, BRILLIANT!
I hate woman almost as much as I hate being lied to...wait......I hate woman almost as much as I hate being used..wait.....I hate woman almost as much as I hate being fucked with..wait........I hate woman almost as much as I hate being treated like shit, like an idiot, like nothing...wait wait wait......all those latter reasons all tie into why I hate woman, so reasons for.....if A then -> B and A, three triangular dots B...
anyways, my last post was a little on the lengthy side, but on toppers...I've learned that I can use caps effectively.......fucking people and their god dammed emails...whatever...I'm in the "me VS the world" mood right now and can take on anyone, anything...so don't cross my path...although I did get excited to see my pictures and all
"sit on you're temper, it'll get you nowhere"
"Burn in hell, it'll get me to pissy lane"
what does that even mean???
I'm a loose cannon
So here's a random thought....I want to get married..WHAT?! yeah, weird isn't it....well, all this talk about people getting married, bridal registry, work, TV...it's all rubbing it in my face....everyone's getting married, why can't I? Now this is a totally irrational idea, I mean my friends aren't even getting married, yet, but why not just beat them to the punch....whatever...I'm thinking mail-order-bride style....she's got to like you...and if you like in the right places, you can get paid to do this, BRILLIANT!
I hate woman almost as much as I hate being lied to...wait......I hate woman almost as much as I hate being used..wait.....I hate woman almost as much as I hate being fucked with..wait........I hate woman almost as much as I hate being treated like shit, like an idiot, like nothing...wait wait wait......all those latter reasons all tie into why I hate woman, so reasons for.....if A then -> B and A, three triangular dots B...
anyways, my last post was a little on the lengthy side, but on toppers...I've learned that I can use caps effectively.......fucking people and their god dammed emails...whatever...I'm in the "me VS the world" mood right now and can take on anyone, anything...so don't cross my path...although I did get excited to see my pictures and all
"sit on you're temper, it'll get you nowhere"
"Burn in hell, it'll get me to pissy lane"
what does that even mean???
I'm a loose cannon
"Let's Take This Bitch Home..."
Way to fail at life you fucking cunt...
Wait wait wait...so I missed something here...whoops on my part, ima dumbass. Sooooooooo....god that's all I can get out...anyways, its starting to make sense, as always..I just wished I would have gotten there sooner, because rest stops should have been taken a lot earlier?
Alright, don't know what I was saying, and I just typed was backwards, but fixed it..it's still a word, and spell check would have missed it...
I had to open the calendar/clock to see what day it was and when it happened, I got it now.
you know it's been awhile since something's been up here, worth this jibber jabbing, but yeah, I've kinda been playing with the idea..just thought, why not....and then I got pushed by someone to do so, so here it is.....
anything going on in my world.....hmmm, someone asked me how this weekend was....I couldn't remember anything, but Jim answered for me saying it was good....and after I thought, yeah it was good......
Was up in the NWI on Friday, "Da Region" if you will....that was good...got to see some people...got to do some things I needed to do.....couldn't stay the night with anybody though, not how I roll when I got others lined up..made a "quickie in a carton" stop in Lafayette....then on my way to Indy (god I hate that place...) but you would think all that running 'round would get me down..nahh, had to head home, sleep in my own bed, I like it there....
Saturday was good, slept in......basically I never changed into clothes...pj's all day.....after 8 is when the party started....started with some casual drinks with a few....a large group came over and I mixed some drinks for them.....Showertyme made an appearance, boxed wine stands?....sad part of the night is when I had to take Jim to work.....I know he wanted to stay, especially when he heard I was going to pick up four freshman girls after I dropped his ass off. so back to the house, party getting bigger by the moment, people DDR'ing, outside on the balcony, 11 random fucks in my "room", kitchen, dining, upstairs, downstairs...everywhere..
but like all good things, it has to come to an end...kinda...the kitchen got some action..with the brand new couch, hells yeah......and there was definitely some hate sex...I mean I never thought it could actually be real, but damn......it's real, and I fucking ate it up....
so then it was Sunday? good times rolled into that day as well...what happened? things...always something happening at this house....I miss that bitch at times, just because it was so fun to have her around, she has to make more appearances, yet without all the damned talking....
show on Monday, sad, let's not talk about it...
today....slept til noon, went to work, processed freight for the longest time...saw my lawyer about killing the bitch and how legal it all can be...took a nap for 30 minutes, seemed like forever...got chased out of the house and around the block for about an hour....Yankees won, fuckers......became a murderer and stabbed a chick in the kitchen with my knife (ha, insert sexual references here....let it bleed anyone?) Danced the night away...and here I sit...in this hot ass sweater, that doesn't belong to me...it's a girls....but pete walked in and said I looked fecking hot, no joke......so now I will pull an all nighter, for no reason mind you, and let this lovely smell ease my worries and take me away...
you'll be keeping me warm tonight baby
Way to fail at life you fucking cunt...
Wait wait wait...so I missed something here...whoops on my part, ima dumbass. Sooooooooo....god that's all I can get out...anyways, its starting to make sense, as always..I just wished I would have gotten there sooner, because rest stops should have been taken a lot earlier?
Alright, don't know what I was saying, and I just typed was backwards, but fixed it..it's still a word, and spell check would have missed it...
I had to open the calendar/clock to see what day it was and when it happened, I got it now.
you know it's been awhile since something's been up here, worth this jibber jabbing, but yeah, I've kinda been playing with the idea..just thought, why not....and then I got pushed by someone to do so, so here it is.....
anything going on in my world.....hmmm, someone asked me how this weekend was....I couldn't remember anything, but Jim answered for me saying it was good....and after I thought, yeah it was good......
Was up in the NWI on Friday, "Da Region" if you will....that was good...got to see some people...got to do some things I needed to do.....couldn't stay the night with anybody though, not how I roll when I got others lined up..made a "quickie in a carton" stop in Lafayette....then on my way to Indy (god I hate that place...) but you would think all that running 'round would get me down..nahh, had to head home, sleep in my own bed, I like it there....
Saturday was good, slept in......basically I never changed into clothes...pj's all day.....after 8 is when the party started....started with some casual drinks with a few....a large group came over and I mixed some drinks for them.....Showertyme made an appearance, boxed wine stands?....sad part of the night is when I had to take Jim to work.....I know he wanted to stay, especially when he heard I was going to pick up four freshman girls after I dropped his ass off. so back to the house, party getting bigger by the moment, people DDR'ing, outside on the balcony, 11 random fucks in my "room", kitchen, dining, upstairs, downstairs...everywhere..
but like all good things, it has to come to an end...kinda...the kitchen got some action..with the brand new couch, hells yeah......and there was definitely some hate sex...I mean I never thought it could actually be real, but damn......it's real, and I fucking ate it up....
so then it was Sunday? good times rolled into that day as well...what happened? things...always something happening at this house....I miss that bitch at times, just because it was so fun to have her around, she has to make more appearances, yet without all the damned talking....
show on Monday, sad, let's not talk about it...
today....slept til noon, went to work, processed freight for the longest time...saw my lawyer about killing the bitch and how legal it all can be...took a nap for 30 minutes, seemed like forever...got chased out of the house and around the block for about an hour....Yankees won, fuckers......became a murderer and stabbed a chick in the kitchen with my knife (ha, insert sexual references here....let it bleed anyone?) Danced the night away...and here I sit...in this hot ass sweater, that doesn't belong to me...it's a girls....but pete walked in and said I looked fecking hot, no joke......so now I will pull an all nighter, for no reason mind you, and let this lovely smell ease my worries and take me away...
you'll be keeping me warm tonight baby
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