November 12th...
I swear something happened on this day too...

so this is my post for yesterday, the 12th....but at 6 in the morn...this is frickin' ridiculous....

I'm awake, shouldn't be...I woke up at 8:30 so it's now going on 22 hours, what the shit...I worked, went to a show, did errands, talked on the phone, I am truly a madman. so I figure if anything this will get me to sleep...only to wake up in a few hours, I can't miss people's phone calls...actually there are two important ones in particular....Kendall is coming to see me tomorrow, or so she claims, I just hope this isn't some "get your hopes up to see someone" type of thing, then I'll be mad, but whatever I used hope in the same sentence more than once..that bothers me.....

so when you have finally mastered something, do you just move on....that would be stupid right? well that's what I do on a constant basis...just when I start to get my feet settled, start earning respect, got the job down pat, BOOM, I vanish into thin air...I guess that's the problem with me, if it's not challenging I don't want to keep it around for very long..but conversely, if it is too hard of a task, it will just piss me off to tears that I can't do it....strange world we live in...so do something I love that is challenging, whatever, I don't have anything like that....if I can't do it, I fucking hate it, because I'm petty like that.

so I got onto a topic tonight that I have actually been meaning to "touch base on", that topic is of course the never ending saga called, *rollseyeswithasighunderhisbreath* love....yeah, hit me up on that later....

so just as my conversation ended, there went my chances for anything to happen...that's ok, I wasn't really in the mood anyhow, not even for someone to join me tonight, introverted, yes...but earlier I wanted something fresh, god that's a problem with me....met this really cool girl at the show today, her jokes were brilliant, reminded me of myself, and the pick up line she used, good god...it was so meant to be for me, in that "I wish" style that has happened before...amazing...yeah, but I don't like her like that...out of spite for myself I invited her to the next dance party...god I really do hate myself....

but that's what happens when you are a social engineer *term copywritten by Z.Baiel* I'm gonna use that more often in conversation now that I have put some thought behind it....so what's your major..oh, I already have a degree, it's in social engineering..really, that's sounds interesting...yeah, ask me about it....ohhhh Z, if only you could have been there, I love you..ahh crap, don't make me get into that now...anyways, I'm getting tired of telling people I'm a student of life, bla bla...whatever, I won't go into my rants at first, if we sit down later and are talking, once you get a feel for the wonder that is the Jason, then I'll let you in on the little secret, or whatever..but until then my name is tom, and I am either a parapsychologist or social engineer...fuck off.

alright, I'm ending it here, I'm gonna nap for a couple then call it a day?

Does she like the taste of blood in her mouth?
..yeah, she should just become a lesbian...

So I've been doing a lot of complaining, some might say bitching, well whatever..you know I had, excuse me, have one more rant to post....but I will get to it, later....

that quote was between Pete and I last night, it was great...I'm sure you just had to be there, but damn, it's funny if you put it into context..we were talking about this girl who likes to bite the lips of the person she is kissing...biting is cool and all, I'm down for that, especially on the lips...but damn, she fucking clamps down and it hurts...or so I've been told..anyways, blood drawn maybe a little bit too much, scratch me or something....I don't know...

hold up....

wow, I just read something..something that was directed at me I believe, everybody talks in code in these online journals, but it's reassuring to see yourself through the eyes of someone else, and know how much of a difference you can make to somebody. I say reassuring only in the sense that it helps you in the long run, helping you help yourself...sometimes people are ignorant to the things around them, to themselves..and then stumbling across that, allows you to come out of your shell..

I'm sorry if I have been pissed lately, there's a lot of things going on and not going on..my apathy to my own situation doesn't help either, I didn't intend things to be like this, but nobody ever does. there's a tension in the air in the house right now, only sweeping here and there as certain members of the household walk in..luckily it hasn't hit the entire house, yet. I hope to settle somethings tonight, now that I have been enlightened...

I'm sorry but one thing I won't do is have a serious conversation with a drunk or someone who has been drinking...hell, I generally don't have conversations with them, maybe say a few words in my "I don't give a fuck" tone, some people know that all too well...but if you want to have a heart to heart we can, just once you sober up..there's just something lost when I'm trying to explain my points to an inebriated ear. So we can working this out, I love you.

so what did you do today..oh you know, went around to different places getting free condoms..we made it an adventure, and let me tell you, it was crazy....you know planned parenthood no longer gives them out for free, you have to pay twenty-five cents for one....crazy; something with the lack of funding, and people like us gathering as much as possible, whatever. why can't we live in the UK. but we did hit the jackpot, one building - two different floors..so we want to go as much as possible, make it a first name basis...

in other news...nothing? somebody came to the door asking for signatures to make Indiana enforce stricter laws on the steel plants and shit like that..Jim signed, but I asked where the revenue would come from and basically shot down this guy, I wouldn't sign...I updated my Xanga, yup...I have no saved messages, that makes me a little sad...I thought there was some things saved..like the breasts comment, or the phone call from you...hmmm, at least I still have the extended absence greeting going for me. which reminds me, I should probably start calling some people, so I think I'll do that.....

still wearing my jacket.

Another Rant About People....
House Style Bitches!

So this one is directed at the members of the house I am currently residing in....I would say it started with this morning, but that's not true, it's been going on for quite some time now..but this morning was in fact a large brick in the wall...it's been close to an hour so I've calmed down by now, so let's see what happens...

I was laying in my bed, in between that sleeping phase and just about to wake up phase, you know what I'm talking about...and I don't know if it was one of those sleepy moment of clarities where you are fully aware of everything around you; or if people were just being really loud in the kitchen, I'll go with the former..but I was able to hear every word that was said in a conversation that sparked my ears..there was a slight bitch fest about me myself, and it wouldn't have been a bitch fest had not they gotten their facts straight....so I was a little agitated about that, but when I heard the "1/5" clause pulled out I lost it...mother fuckers!

I was so pissed as I laid there, I tried to sleep it off but it got to me, and I had to piss really badly, so I decided "let's do this..let's fucking rumble.." These mother fuckers should be grateful they are living with me...I've never asked to be thanked for anything in this house, I just want people to do their fair fucking share...that would be thanks enough..but you know what, I'll ask of it now...every fucking morning I walk up I want a sincere "thank you" coming from every member of the house...Ha, ok, that won't happen nor do I really want that, just had to have my moment of grandeur there....but no, what I want is for these mother fuckers to follow suite and lend a god damn fucking hand....look, you're not living with your parents anymore, I'm not gonna let you slide, clean up after you stupid fucking selves...

and another thing they should be so grateful for....I am paying for a full 1/5 of the rent and utilities....I won't bitch about the utilities, we all share those equally...even if people do tend to keep the lights on in rooms they are no longer occupying; that's not what I'm bitching about...it's the fucking rent.......why the fuck should I pay for a full amount when I don't have the same rights as these fuckers who live here with me? I can't claim this as my residence, I'm not on the lease, I can't have my mail sent here - so I have to travel 3 hours one way to pick up my shit, and then the 3 hours back, I don't have a room room like everyone else, not that big of a deal, I've managed, but it's the noise factor that comes into play there...upstairs you hear nothing anyone does in the house...downstairs YES! but whatever....I can't get a parking permit so the parking situation is completely jacked up, imagine trying to move three cars every fucking day just to get to work..hope you aren't pushing for time....the not being able to claim this as a residence has fucked me in other situations as well, things are still pending, but I mean god damn...

I'm the fucking squatter, get off my ass...I do more than my share of helping out here.. I am constantly cleaning - whether it be the fucking dishes day after day, picking up after people left their shit all over, sweeping, rearranging/putting back together the house, just making it look presentable..which is never achieved because it looks like a dirty dirty little hole...

and then there's the fact that a large portion of this shit is mine...yeah, like a good 70%...I don't mind people using my shit, but just use it as I would use it....everyting has a fucking rule to me....don't break my shit is usually the number one thing..I mean I know they are material objects, but still I get pissed when my shit gets broken because it's usually caused by carelessness and it's not like Karma will even things out, because there's nothing of theirs in the house to break (not on purpose I'm saying, but in general..) and I don't like my stuff getting six times the use it would normally get from me.."it only has soo many clicks..." I mean I hate to be shitty about things, but I can only go so far, only bend so much before it's too late....I'm very possessive about my material items..is that shallow, fucking no, you know why, because it's the only thing in life I have, it's the only thing I have ever had, it's the only thing I will ever have, so get off my fucking case....I've managed this far only on the things I have..so please whatever you do, don't take that from....there's reasons why I've named the items that are close to me, care to take a gander as to why...

so I came up the stairs and in my greatest morning voice said, "so correct me if I'm wrong, but did I hear people talking shit?" and glared around through my black and blue squinted Chinese eyes...if it's one thing I love, it's my morning voice, not my morning look..I hope to one day have that morning Tom Waits voice as my actual...so yeah, things were said, but the one offender who mentioned the "1/5" clause was not in the room, so I was building walls where there shouldn't have been, just yet.

I never got to rant like I was going to, I could tell it was going to go nowhere, so instead I'll just post it in here, so all of everyone can read just what the shit goes on in this house...I don't mind living here really, I mean we have a ton of fun..but you know what, if I could have half the amount of fun by visiting here and still live somewhere else, I think that would be a lot better for myself.....I've always said I couldn't live with anybody, and well, it's true...I probably would have killed my Michigan roommate had I been unfortunate to have one. so thus ends my angry rant, not as much cursing in this one, I held back, and the words "god damn" wanted to come out in a lot of places, but there you have it...now GO FUCK OFF!

Pete's Back...
Like a habit?

And so goes the reign of the Reese Witherspoon cardboard cutout as the replacement Pete. Yeah, I think that is all I got for that statement...pete's back.....he returned on Dance Party Wednesday...I think this is his first one to be honest..and to think, this one almost didn't happen....but we rallied it back

rallied....well it was a close one, I was in my Wednesday mood but still I wasn't going to let a tradition flounder, not even once....but as luck may have it I received a phone call from a Heather H. (I think she wanted to talk to Tom...haha) and decided she needed to come over, all other plans had faltered, so this would have been the linking force to reunite everyone with Wednesday....after a quick coercion I hung up the phone and yelled to the kneeler it was coming through...picked her up, brought her back and BOOM, dance party was on..

but we really shouldn't talk about that.....heather stayed for the agreed upon time of an hour, didn't play DDR like the house rules state...but I couldn't be mad at her. so there I was, in my Wednesday mood....took out the trash...never got a pic of the sixth dance party, but oh well...phone call...made an angry ranting post..sheesh, I swear I must be either really old or living as a drunk...doesn't like loud noises, whatever....

so there you have it, wow, this post was longer than I thought..nice..so yeah..my compliment of the night was I make the best martinis....so yeah, eat that shit up, good night!

I FUCKING HATE PEOPLE..
yeah, I fucking said it

So this is a more personal rant, where I bitch about people...and how much I fucking hate people....

I fucking hate loud people....I don't think I have ever been around a louder group of people....let me get into this...there's normal talking voice, there's an excited voice, there's an angry voice, and probably one more, quieter whisper voice.....it never reaches under excited in this house, and not in the good way..what the fuck?

all these people seriously do is fucking yell...but its not yelling, they just talk to you like they are on the cell phone...we all know those types of people...they are talking in a normal voice, having a normal conversation, then all of a sudden their phone rings and they become an announcer for a sporting event..the person on the other line is a thousand miles away and you have to scream to them so they can maybe here a mutter from you...that's a whole different topic...what's their deal? a plastic object transmitting radiation into their brain has this effect to increase the volume of their voice, on some, not all, people..and I love how they are completely oblivious to this..they become finished with their conversation and start talking to you normally again....

maybe it's because they can't hear them, so they compensate by yelling, I've heard of that before, it doesn't make any sense to me really...do they forget that there is a speaker volume for their phone, so they can actually hear the person talking to them......

and what's the deal with talking to foreign people.....I have seen this countless times...you say something to a foreign speaking person, they don't fully understand so you slow down your speech and talk louder....like because the volume of your voice is really going to help translate things better...."ohhhh, right, see at first I wasn't sure what you meant, but then you said it louder, as to make a scene, and now I fully understand it." honestly, let's just talk slower to the fucking foreign pieces of shit that still don't know the fucking language that is supposed to be spoken here..

and that's another rant.....you move to this fucking country, you fucking learn the fucking language, what's so fucking hard about that....I can't believe the government will allow these pieces of social shit to get into the country..especially when they can't speak the god damned language...that's my personal belief, fucking shut down the border til we get our country under wraps...yeah yeah, bitch and moan back at me, "this is the land for that type of shit", look, I don't give a damn..things have to get fixed, and frankly, I think the boarder should be closed til things get better....fucking shoot any of those spiks that try running across the boarder....Mexico would do the same thing if it were going in the other direction..god I fucking hate America, glad that a Republican is in office though....

So back to these loud ass mother fucking people who don't know how to control the volume of anything in this god forsaken house......it's not just their voices either...ohhh no, it's every little mother fucking thing they do..it's fucking ridiculous...how can a person make everything so damn loud....people walking around, that's a biggie.....look, I don't know if your feet are made out of lead or what..I know fat people walk a little heavier, but I mean god damn, my mother was more quite than these fucks and she was bigger...so what the fuck is their malfunction? you fucking walk...this isn't stomp...one foot in front of another.....the ground is the same distance each time, don't fear that..it's not gonna move on you, honestly....

J: Hey.
X: HEY! WHAT UP?!
J: Well, it's 3am, people are sleeping..
X: COOL...I'M GONNA MOVE ALL THE FURNITURE AROUND FOR BIT AND MAKES AS MUCH NOISE AS POSSIBLE
jesus fucking christ

but I fucking hate having general conversation in this house....it just gets so loud, and then I don't feel like even wanting to be in the house.....loud noises are a negative energy, there I fucking said..yeah, fucking loud people are a negative presence in all of society..I don't want them in my fucking house....

I want to live alone next year

fucking count: 24

Garbage...
debris, junk, kelter, litter, offal, riffraff, rubbish, trash, waste, dregs, rubble, filth, sewage, slop

So this is just a nothing post..almost said rant, whew, that was a close one..anyways in the words of MarioKart..Here we go...

So mario cart got me thinking of Vince, of course, but he said he has been reading my blog and it's got energy, he liked the fact that I was writting again...which I s good because that positive reinforcement is exactly what I need to continue doing these types of things....but I really need to get onto the right track here..I've got these books I am supposed to read, damn it..I spend my day wasting it away.....and I know I won't read tomorrow...it's Wednesday, coming, I'll be too psyched for the Dance party....maybe this weekend, or something...I don't know..

So I am so bored am I thinking about food...I know I am not hungry, but food would give me something to do, something to fill in the gap here....which isn't a good thing because, a: I am not hungry therefore I don't need to eat, b: we don't have enough food to go around as it is, and thirdly it will only make me hungry, causing me to eat when really I had no intention...grrrr

so as I sit here I have to remind myself to take my cell phone out of my pocket....for some reason it just does not like the pocket in this spot, sitting, here.....could be standing up, right next to the damn chair I am in and I got signal...put it on the desk in front of me, signal...but in my pocket..ohhh no, not at all....it's like the refrigerator light thing.....so I put it on the table, so that it can vibrate right off and onto the floor...right out of reaching distance...sorry I missed your call...

and speaking of missed calls..I had this call the other day...ok, so the scenario was like this..I wanted to remember a set of numbers, so I just punched them into the phone, space being the obvious pound sign as if I were to text message someone, so it looked something like this...115#111, I think that's right and I pressed talk so that it would save those numbers.....so I call, hang up instantly and just review my recent outgoing calls to remember the number as needed, brilliant slightly I know...but not 20 minutes after that happens I get a call from this phone number: 114-56. yeah, that was it...what the shit was that...I was too afraid to answer..maybe I dialed a secret government number and they were now tracking me down....and they even left a message..so now I am totally wierded out by it. and when I went to check my voicemail it said from that number, no more no less....

it just reminded me of that one time I was getting the missed calls from a similar number..which turned out to be the overseas credit card guy..the one where I had the greatest conversation with ever for over an hour...yeah, he never called me back....I miss that guy, he was great

so I got a compliment for my little blog here...made me happy, see, I can be a nice guy...at times..to some people...it all depends on timing really..I mean you'll mostly get the asshole version of me no matter who you are (exception 1), but if you really are something and really deserve it, yeah, I'll give my gratitude....choke on that!

so that's about it for me, for now...just some random shit like I said....I'm on the brink of something though...I don't think it is good, I feel it gurgling, like an intestinal problem...the Dance Party tomorrow will either be my Pepto, or a spicy Mexican meal...we'll see.

No School Rant!!!
But Maybe...in the distance...

So just as I made the decision to never go to college ever....mother fucking ever, I get this....I'll explain..

so in the past couple of weeks I have been denouncing college as having any use whatsoever, especially for the people I know and live around. I wouldn't say I'm talking them out of going to college, but then again I might be a liar...so I was just giving then real life options...maybe even existential options, for those who believe in that sort of thing, not I, I'm more of a bleak pessimist like Sartre..anyways....so yeah, school is stupid to me...if I want to learn something, I'll either go to the library to get a book on it, or I'll fucking live it and get my own damn experiences, make sense?

this how I have been thinking for the past month....another thing that got to me is I am a fairly intelligent person...and I have been called "bright" by some, and when I use bright of course I am talking about how I pick up on things...so I'm a quick learner, I know that's a bullshit line when you have and interview, but it's fucking true with me...fucking teach me something...I'll repeat it for a bit, BOOM, it's mastered, no biggie now give me something else before I revamp what you got here and make it better.....but there are things I want to do, or would prefer doing...but I just can't get into them because, and here's the clincher, I don't have schooling..whatever....

My question to society is this, what happened to apprenticeships? Do they exist anymore, because if they do, I'll be there in a heartbeat. You know what I'm talking about...there's this person who is skilled in this one trade and somebody that has to replace him wants to study underneath him to learn it all, then does replace him when guy A retires or dies....where is that now...am I missing that because if I am, well I'm a fool....but that's all I really fucking need, is a damned apprenticeship.....if I were able to be taught something that I wanted or liked to do, I may like it a little bit more..

I suppose what I am getting at is, let me train under a photographer, I'll pick up the shit then I could do something with it..until then I am just a hack, dare I say, poser..I really don't know what I am doing, and whenever I have asked anybody else they won't help me...maybe it's because all photographers I have ever met are pompous too good for the world fucks (I should fit right in, no?) but seriously, they all talk like their shit don't stink, they are some sort of gods...what, because they can point and shoot.....well I can mother fucking do that.....

then some may say, well why don't read up on photography - can it bitch, I don't like to read one...I have read some shit, doesn't get me anywhere I want to be...I can read til my eyes bleed, put me in that god forsaken real life scenario and I've got nothing...I like to be taught, physically, hands on, situation by situation....I'll get the understanding eventually..remember I am a quick learner....

so yeah, fuck school apprenticeships are the way to go..just do what you fucking want, live your god-damned life...you want to act, move to cali..be a waiter/waitress and try it out.....you want to sing, quit school....it won't help you any bit..save your money people...do what your soul is telling you to do, otherwise you'll regret it in the end...

that said...I stated no school for me..then ghosts and paranormal activity was mentioned tonight..people are afraid of the fucking ouija board (lame ass) and other things of that nature...I'm all about, because I wanted to go to school to become a parapsychologist.....so that made me want to go back, just for that.....but I know it won't happen...I'll live my life as a drifter and in 3-5 years I'll be hiking in Europe...that's my plan so fuck everyone else. Ta-mother fucking-TA

To Jessica,
Thanks..

Yeah, so this is my ode to Jessica, because she deserves it...So this is me not so formally, but formally none-the-less Thanking her for everything she has done for me

Let's see....where to begin.......well, she cut my hair, not fully cut my hair, but trimmed it; to get it off the ears. she was weary of doing this because she knows how "important" my hair is to me, or something but she did do a nice job on it, so yay to her, saving me money and making me look presentable yet again...

ohh, being the one person I could actually ask a favor from....though rare, far and few between certain situations come where everybody needs a hand...sweat off my back

For buying me diner the other night...even though the meal may have been slightly cold, I enjoyed it because, well it was a meal, and it was bought with love...I got to eat!

And who could forget the drunken ice-cream escapade downtown....after a wine tasting we walked back home (good thing too, we almost opted to drive...) but in our delusion we craved ice cream....and ohhh was it so good too. my favorite line was of course "don't mind these" as I put an empty and a full bottle of wine on the counter to dig out change from my pocket....

which then led to the leisurely walk through campus...scratch leisurely, loud walk through campus, stopping at the gazebo..only to harass a couple walking up later..and finally making it home...running into the door and banging your head on the wall.....good shit....

but I think most of all, thanks for putting up with all my bullshit.....god I am such a fucking ass it is unbelievable. But somehow she puts up with my cutting sarcasm and down to earth realism....so hasn't slashed my throat like I have threatened so many a times, so yeah...it's a great place to be....

So thank you for everything you've done, are doing, and will continue (I hope) to do..just thought you may like this...

(oh, and to those of you who think they should be entitled a post where I thank them personally like this......tell me, what's the last thing you did for me; and maybe I'll consider it.....best wishes, burn in hell)

Something New..??
making it new..

Yeah, so today's date is sticking out in my head for some reason...beats me why, but yeah I guess I won't ever figure out since my computer is not up and running...so anyways

Well today will be a special day, if it already isn't..but today is the day when I lost my ramen virginity....yeah, I had two bowls of ramen....I prefer the chicken over the beef...wow

so yeah, no biggie....this is just a quick little post for no apparent reason...

I want to point out one thing, but I'll save it for a rant....god, I just wanted to go to sleep 5 minutes ago, now I want to rant...fucking people....

Camping Quotes
Yah for the New editions!

Ok, this isn't anything too funny or serious or anything like that...it's just a combination of all those things......

So I was at this party last night (don't even get me started, I had a rant about people, but yeah..I'll shut up...) So at this party, which I was invited to because I know this person who knows this person, something like that....a band played, my friends knew a member, they also knew the house resident, so whatever....

anyways, I was sitting in my chair, that's what I do best, people watch..so then I got up to "help"/walk Neil back over to Jessie's apartment to get his stuff..but as I was following him I was stopped and a conversation like this happened...

J: Excuse me, excuse me..coming through......whoops, I'm sorry (continues walking)
G: (pause)...Hey..HEY YOU! Stop!
J: (stops and sighs..turns around)
G: I know you...I was in your tent
J: Excuse me?
G: Yeah, I've been in your tent.....I was with Chris that one night..
J: (befuddled) ummm, soleski? When was that...was I there...jujuwha?
G: Yeah, there's candles and I was sitting next to them..and (starts naming off everything..)
J: Ohh, I believe you were in the tent...I mean how many other people alone, and here, have a tent...I think it's safe to make that assumption...
G: you never know..
J: Oh, but I do, I do know..
J: (moment of clarity) ohhh, was that when there was like 11 other people in the tent as well
G: yeah!
J: ahh, yeah, alright I remember that.....well you're more than welcome to come back some time, but I gotta jet

Notice how I said, "I remember that"...it wasn't til later that I remembered her, for some reason the face didn't ring a bell, but when I stepped back I was able to get a clear shot of her and yeah, I remember her...

so that's a random story of how I get spotted in a large city like Bloomington at some random ass party....every where I go, I swear I know somebody....I feel good, yet this may be too small for me....

1917 - 201999
She was an Optimist....

So what a day.....it was short, but damned if I didn't have a good time with it..I suppose it is only 7....many more things to come.....

well to start it off, Vince and Elizabeth stopped by today, though later than they said they would (I think that was Vince being nice, so in that case I am grateful) I didn't awake til their presence at 11..still wearing my overcoat from the night before...

So I gave them the tour of the house, took a picture as needed then took off for campus...this isn't my campus so I wasn't able to give them a tour, like at Michigan (ohhh Michigan, Go victors valiant) so Dewes kinda helped me out, though very slightly...

we ate at the Irish Lion, a quaint little pub like restaurant. After Elizabeth had one too many drinks everything was suddenly funny, and we left to explore the rest of Bloomington and it's campus...we had a fun run getting lost and then chased out of the Auditorium...then we made it into a dorm, then on different floors where we harassed more people......walked in a graveyard, say my title in one of the head stones, brilliant...

then we headed our way back here..had a good jam session (I was happy that I had a few moments of brilliance on the drums..) we took turns alternating instruments, good shit...then we went up stairs where I fixed everyone some martinis (French and A Muff Of Another), Vince had a good time...then we played some DDR...shortly after that they took off back for Terre Town, all in all it was a pleasant visit.

Shortly after they left the Kneeler and Jessie stopped by and we started to Watch Anything Else...I fell asleep an hour into it and just woke up maybe half an hour ago....oh, and guess who was no longer at my side, oh that's right, the girl who always leaves me in the dust, Jessie...

so that's where I am at right now, the movie is just finishing up and I'm gonna fix me a bowl of cereal and jerk off. good night indeed..well you know, it's like anything else.

ICE CREAM AND UNDERWEAR PARTY....
enough said...

So yeah, today is Friday...November 5th....yeah-a...anyways, not much has really happened today to be honest....I was told, "you're gonna be a rockstar, I know it" by some guy..made me laugh.....today is remembered in Geek History, of course from Back to the Future...November 5th 1955 was the day in which Emit L. Brown was hanging a clock in his bathroom ,slipped on the wet porcelain and when he came to he had a vision, and drew this...




ok, I know that is horrible, but that is how this accident picture took, so yeah, it's kinda funny, the fact that I "ruined" a Polaroid shot, but was able to salvage it by coming up with this brilliant idea, I rock, yes I know.....

so I think that is all for now.....still wanting to go backpacking, you know where...maybe move and live there til I commit some heresy and die....

oh yeah, tonight is the ice cream and underwear party.....bring ice cream or alcohol...and you are only admitted if you are in your undies...for more info give me a call.....until next time...peace, we outta here...

Give Me 24 Hours...
...And I'll make a fool of this all

Sooo, last night....Wednesday Night Dance Party, tradition in the making. yeah well what can you do, have a great frickin' time. We are wondering though, is it the fourth or fifth dance party..I guess it all depends on your definition of a dance party....but for the record we will go with number 5, and counting.

But yeah..what can one accomplish in 24 hours, running on pure...emotion? No no, emotion is the wrong word, well I mean it's slight emotion...spite, that's an emotion right? Ehh, whatever, actions speak louder than words..actions speak louder than emotions..and actions can speak for emotions, so yeah, deduct what you can...

well the dance party was a hit, to an extent...we got some new people to come over...the mood kinda shifted from the "norm" ( though there really isn't a norm) to a slight dance party with a lot of hanging out on the porch and a jam session in the kitchen...then everyone splitting their own ways...

One Highlight for us all was the acceptance of our invite by Laura Cooper to come to the dance party....she's one of those girls where you have to use the first and last name...that and she doesn't have a middle name.

Surprisngly I wasn't in my uber-depressed mode for the night, which is a good thing, probably because I was wearing my fuzzy blue handcuffs..to match my fuzzy blue slippers....to match my blue whip....oh kinky I can be. well that's it, I won't fuck you tonight, I don't know if you would be able to handle me....

Godly Quotes...
Yeah, I'm bringin' 'em back

So I had this conversation this morning...it was around 9, and that was only to give an adequate amount of time for the other party, otherwise the call would have been made at 3am last night..but I was told it wasn't "right", so whatever, last time I listen to her..well, ok no..

so this is between the Kneeler and Myself...I'm wide awake, and he's just been woke up...

K: (sleepy) H-hello..
J: (awake) Hey, its me
K: (still tired) hey...
J: (excited) So, I was wondering what time you wanted to go to Lowes today
K: (tired and confused) w-hat..?
J: (still going) Well, I was just wondering what you wanted to go over to Lowes..you know..to get supplies...for my shrine...
K: (totally awake) OH MY FUCKING GOD NO..I MEAN YES...I MEAN HOLY SHIT..YOU ARE MY GOD!

so yeah..I fucking rock.....my shrine will be built...Jason is the one God.

Foamy's Rants 2
..well, tried to

you know what types of people I hate...those...stupid....bastards...I hate.....mother fuckers.....that.....I fucking......hate

this is fucking ridiculous, you know what I hate, fucking days like yesterday..fucking bullshit is what it was. I don't even know where to begin....fucking, it could go back to the time it hit 12 am, yeah, that's how fucked things were...slept, woke up, wasn't good, couldn't find my glasses..piss me off. things just got worse....I suppose the only thing that would have clinched it was if Bush were to lose.

you know what I hate, people who don't take my fucking advice....what, I'm always right...I was right about Bush, I was right about you, hell, I could even pin point it down, you know why, because I'm fucking great..I'm not an idiot, though I can play a pretty good role, I just like for people to put it out there, I have nothing on the line, they do, so fuck off.

and it's not just people who don't take my advice, it's people who don't believe me, people who don't put faith in what I say, what...like I'm fucking lying to them, for what purpose do I have to lie to them, am I gonna benefit myself somehow, no...listen up, stick it in your god damned brain what I have to say...if I tell you something it's because I know I'm right, if I am uncertain of something, I'll let you know by saying, 'hmmm, I don't know, maybe, well.., we'll see...' how fucking hard is it not to believe me, must be pretty god damned easy...

oh, but I love it when those fuckers come to me later and say "you were right", of course I was right, I'm not a fucking idiot like yourself, I know what's up....people that are worse than that are those not ignorant to their surroundings...the type that know what is wrong with everything, but just don't have the decency to change anything, maybe lack the intelligence...or maybe they like to bitch about their surroundings, because then and only then do they feel important, when they have something to tell the world, make everyone succumb to their every desire..."ohh, please listen to me while I complain about the world around me..." look here fucks, get yourself out of the hole you dug yourself, nobody wants to hear about your fucking insignificant matters that only pertain to you being a douche and not wanting to help yourself...clinging onto something only so you can feel like you got something, anything...keeping people around you....one, it's pathetic, two it's weak minded, and thirdly its self destructive....why don't you pull a pin on a grenade and just hold onto it..and if you can't get a grenade, a large firework stick will do the trick....because seriously, society doesn't need you except to look down upon....

So in conclusion, fucking take my advice or burn in hell...shut up you whiny losers and just die...that is all.

"there are certain types of people in this world that just piss me off to no end. Like the kind of people that come up to you and ask you for your advice. And when you give it to them, they don't take it. They just come up to you a week later and say "I can't believe how everything turned out so wrong!" You wanna know why everything turned out so wrong? Because you didn't take my advice, and you're fucking stupid!"

Erection Day...
..hidden in the bush

Alright, so today's the day the will run the next four years, right? Big deal..well it would be if your vote actually counted..but I'm not saying don't vote..if you got enough people with that apathetic feeling, then the votes, and voting would suffer even more, and yet people would still complain....

And if you haven't voted, and plan not to...man, you best have some really good hiding spot, next to hoffa, otherwise P Diddy is gonna come kill ya.

as for my vote, it really doesn't matter because my state is frickin' democratic..but yeah, just gonna knock one of your votes away, HA!

but when it comes to this election, man...I'll do straight ticket, but the president..neither candidate really deserves it, but I'll go with Bush on this one, no biggie....

I think this year's election will be really close, but in the end bush will win...and if it happens like that, I will dance, and only get in your face about it if you start shit, otherwise, us republicans are conservative, so back the fuck up off it!

"But even the president of the United States Sometimes must have to stand naked"-Bob Dylan

Foamy's Rants....
Part 1

Hey, you know what kind of people piss me off..the type of those who lie about everything, or even just a little bit. Look, I don't know where you people are getting off, thinking that you are somehow bettering yourselves by tricking the general public with your own stupidity. Honestly, what is there to gain you self absorbent fucks. I've known some pathological liars in my life, and you start picking up on these traits, stop believing everything they say with a grain of ass salt..but you know what, then those stupid ass crying wolf mother fuckers get pissed when they are telling the truth and you don't give a fuck. it's like, yeah, you're game is over yet you're still trying to mash the buttons to make it to the next level...do society a favor and tell everyone you're dead...then sew your mouth closed..you'll be able to breathe through your nose, but you won't be able to ingest any nutrients..maybe you'll chew off your own tongue, what good is it now..what good was it ever, you fucking liar..so then just as you're on your last bit of will, you stumble back into the society you ousted yourself from and they will see that you have lied again, you're alive..but not for long...as they stone you..got to compensate for your loss somehow...

you know what other people I hate, those liars who tell you, "no it's ok, I got it" and never get to taking car of it. look, if I wanted someone to pull my dick I'd go to my ex-girlfriend..don't send me on my way to leave an uncompleted task at just that. either let me work on it for another 15 minutes or hey, lend a hand and bust it out in 5....I hate getting back to work and seeing the same shit pile I left, only on the intentions it would be done...if you can't get it done, then don't say you'll do it..and vicely...if you push a task off to me don't check in every 10 minutes to see if I am still able to get to it...look, you gave it to me, I'll do it, even if I have to suffer from it, but it will get done...and besides, if you have the time to keep checking up on me, then why the fuck don't you have the time to get it done yourself..one, don't give me any of your fucking work...two don't check up on me o see if its done, it will be, I'm not you..and thrice, learn to cram it up your ass sideways, because thats where it's going next time...

And some more people I hate are those needy ass mother fuckers who have to rationalize their existence with the company of another. these clingy ass mother fuckers just have to have a significant other in order to keep living. look, you were born into this world alone (unless you;re some fuck like twin, triplet, etc..and even then it's a battle for survival) you don't need anybody, get off yourselves. every time I meet these people, always somebody new with them in their life..you know for being so damned needy and clingy, you just can't hold on tight enough can you....and then you got those relationships where one treats the other like shit, but they stay together because they don't want to be alone..yeah, that's a good mentality for ya..lets get beat because he "loves" me...look, if that's your definition of love let me throw your ass to the lions...damn the nazis loved a whole shit load too...

but I hate those who have a different person every day, or every week or month...jesus christ what's your problem? do you want somebody or not...and then the double standards that lie in that....ohh, she was coming on too strong, moving too fast...then next week with someone else...why won't she call me, where is she.....make up your fucking mind..you know what you want, then fucking get it, quit playing Heads Up 7 Up with Life and grow up.

you pathetic pieces of shit, it's you who degrades the quality of life for us all. I also don't want to hear about your fucking problems at all..it only concerns you, which in the grand scheme of things is insignificant and minute..the world doesn't revolve around you and your well being, fucking live your life. If you really need that type of justification, that validation you need to do everyone a favor and shoot yourself, seriously, we don't need people like you hanging on to somebody else like it's all you got.

this rant goes to me....and as for those apathetic attitudes, drop all that shit...you know you have feelings...acting like you don't care, where the hell is that going to take you...get off your ass, get pissed or something, because when the old Jason Angus comes back around he's gonna be kicking someone's ass, and it ain't gonna be mine. you may not have anything to prove, but damn..your living the nightmare that has always lingered in my head. you may not give a fuck now, but seriously..you got to pull it the fuck together. I hate people like you and what you are doing....and you don't have to prove your viability with some leech. I am quite confident with my own self, I don't need anybody else to make me feel better about myself, to be "cool" around my friends, or to prove anything to anyone....look, I lived my life alone, i like it..and I will continue on..most of life's problems result from the bickering with an other, whether bf/gf, wife, lover, whatever...it's all bullshit....I don't need all that is going on now, and in fact I hate it....it's nothing I have ever wanted...I'm gonna be pissed when I snap back into it....when the old Jason comes back....this flock can fuck off, it's stupid and so are you.

ahh, fuck it....I had my rant earlier today, it was great...especially the part directed at me...and those puny little fucks who need the gratification of someone to become something, fuck all that. so to recap, fucking tell the truth, get off yourselves, learn to cope with nobody you dependant pieces of ass. yeah, well good day for now...more to come..I can feel it.

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.

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...

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....

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)

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.....

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.

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...

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....

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.

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

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

HA,TAKE THAT.....

Yeah, who predicted the Boston win...oh yeah, that's right, it was me!

See ya in St Loius

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!

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....

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....

...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...

"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

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..)

....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...

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

"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

I Had Something To Say....

..but I forgot it, sorry.

This is Stupid...

So i just realized this...i was looking at my blog and the length of the archived months caught my attention, so as i looked it over i noticed that there is no august archive...why no august archive, well apparently i did not post in august, in fact i barely even made july...july first was the date, so it was well over two months before i posted again...wow, that's really frickin' sad..i don't even know what to say to myself..oh well, i'll grumble about it to myself, good day all.

Hi

Hello to you too Elizabeth.....(if you can't tell, these posts will be for anyone who comments on my blog, isn't that grand) So how's life in The Terrible Hole? Just think, it's the last year there, then...either real world or grad school....wow, to think, it's all coming to a close, again...just like high school...but I am assuming, and hoping it's a little different, who knows, not I for certain. Yeah, I should be a senior right now as well....as should Zach, and Barcus, and Anthony, and Dewie...that's really sad...but whatever, we've got ours...Anyways, how's Vince doing? I am planning on making the trip over to see you guys sometime soon, just have to get everything all settled in here first, job and all too. Oh, and I have a present for you two as well, a house warming gift so to speak, well it just goes with the house, so whatever. And of course you, and anyone else, is more than welcome to stop by my pad...just give me a call, saying your in town or gonna pass through or are actually planning ahead, whatever...but make it a point to see the place at least one time, I mean this place is the shiz-nite..you wouldn't believe it, well unless you see it...there are too many perks to this place to list....MSTA...honestly, just check it out, tell 'em Jason sent ya!

so yeah, there's another post for you...I still don't know what I want to do with it all, so yeah, take care in the mean time..this is Jason Angus saying " " goodnight.

"Not Tolerating It Anymore"
this post was made 3 weeks ago....

so this is amusing....Alright, let's see it has been awhile...where did I leave off....hmmm, I guess there's a lot of ground to cover here, but will not....really...just with quick little catch phrases...so here we go...."dfgfdgbdfgd" yeah, that was a blast.

So I suppose the correct title for my blog/journal thing should be "Bloo35tuesday"..get it...because I moved....to Bloomington......"Bloo".....yeah, whatever

Seen any good movies lately? What's up with me, well I moved, I guess that is, in itself, a lot, but who cares right....there's two sides to this, what side you get shall be determined by a panel of gay retarded prostitutes..in leather

It's been a long time since I have wrote in here, amazing how fast the summer flew by...a lot was accomplished, yet at the same time, not really...my summer was definitely enjoyable (I can never spell definitely, don't ask me why) I mean it was good to begin with, going in...then there was that time it did get a little rocky...but then things got better, maybe even the best they have (and will?) ever be....

ohhh woe is me. My life ends now.....I would like to say that they also begin now, like the old saying with every ending there is a new beginning...but I've got nothing right now....come back to me in a little bit and see what I saw

Actually I am a little bit confused at my intents or motives for making this post....anyone who actually still/started to read this is with me currently.....so what the deal-io....well if I happen to be wrong, please feel free to correct me with a comment, because I think I may retire this bad boy, making it just a private little thing for me and me alone......then who knows what will happen

Well it's one at night, I'm tired but only awoke at 10 today so I should be rollin' now, but in any case, I'm gonna go for a walk.....if only you knew.

again, made this post awhile back ago, so yeah, i'll make a newer one to accomdate what i have to say now...

"Aqua Teen Hunger Force Assemble!"
Don't Mess with Hunger

Alright, so Pete wants me to tell the story of last night...and oh man, what a story..so lets get to it

met up with Pete at Jim's from their arrival back from Lowell (weird no?) We were hungry and yet aggravated with the lackbuster of choices for mid-night delights..so RtC it was, but the one in Schererville, only because Pete doesn't trust the one in Highland for food...

so we did that thing, people talked to us, it was weird..oh side note..it's nice to see that people still talk of me, even after so long...and to set them straight on events that never happened...and wait..just who are these people....

anyways, the night there could best be summed up with the line, "So I was at the library, it's kinda like Borders without the style, and I somehow made it into the Reference section and was like, 'This is bullshit', and...."

So we get the novel(ty) idea that revenge shall be ours tonight...for you see, on Sunday/Monday night, while out driving we were experiencing some late night cravings...Arby's sounded like it'd do the trick, and since they are open 24 hours, why not....well we get there, see the signs everywhere, "open 24 Hours" "Try our Drive-through..always open" even the frickin' marquee said something about it....well what would you believe, but the damned place was closed.....we were in shock and disbelief....so we went elsewhere to get our food....

well tonight was the night...we got on the road and headed for the infamous Arby's...we soon realized we needed paper to make a note, seeings that is what our intentions were..so a quick, and I do mean quick, stop at meijer solved that one...we walked into the lobby and stole a flyer, that was the paper...but we needed tape as well..how would we go about that one..so we entered the store and started searching...not but 17 seconds into our drive did I notice a lone roll of tape sitting on jewelry counter, I say to Pete, "it's done, let's go" and just like that we were off...

we arrive and see that the place was open, blew our frickin' minds...so we went through all that trouble of obtaining the items, the heavens were on our side we thought..so we had to put it al to use, you know, to appease the gods and whatnot...so we pulled up to popeyes...but just as we started making the note, we soon realized we had to do what we had to do..give them the damn note, open or not! it read:

"Dear Sir:

On the evening/morning of Sunday the 27th we had a late night craving and wished to partake in your drive-through facilities, with the understanding that Arby's is open 24 hours, as your numerous signs and marquee suggests. HOWEVER, we arrived only to find a dark and empty store, one to match our stomachs. And as I leave this note at 310 AM I am stunned to find this Arby's open. Please, for future reference, keep consistent times. Thank you."

ohhh, it was golden...I then ran out of the car and placed it on their door window, with a guy inside mopping up..I ran back only to have the actually customers in the drive-through stare at us, and ending with the obligatory tire squeal for freedom...


so yeah, that was a night alright...