do you knowwhat they saydo you know what they saywhat they say about youdo you knowwhat they dodo you know what they dowhen you leave the roomdo you knowwhat they saydo you know what they saywhat they say about youdo you knowwhat they dodo you know what they dowhen you leave the room
kill radio.
watched seinfeld for 18 hours.
watched up to episode 110 of naruto
watched up to 10 of full metal alchemist.
a good representation numerically of what shows i like.
someone called me and left a message.
then i called back and a girl answered who said the person who called wasn't there at the moment.
then she heard a click as i hung up the phone.
i hate playing phone tag. i always lose.
Monday, March 28, 2005
i am a posting machine.
remember this show from the nineties?
The dream, wide brokenSeemed like all was lostWhat would be the futureCould you pay the costYou wonder,Will there ever bea second time around?
Woah-a, woah-aWhen the tears are overAnd the moment has comeSay "My lord,I think I found someone"And no one would be betterTo be putting it togetherFor the second time around
We got the woman and manWe got the kids in a clanOnly time will tellIf all these dreams fit under one umbrella
Step by stepDay by dayA fresh start overA different hand to playThe deeper we fallThe stronger we stayAnd we'll be betterThe second time around
Step by stepDay by day (Day by day)A fresh start overA different hand to playOnly time will tellBut you know what they sayWe'll make it betterThe second time around
oh man its like my ctrl+v just spewed a bunch of words, i am not doing the spacing for that!
its Step by Step! Cody was my idol. i said to myself, i soooo need to surf so i can talk like him.
remember this show from the nineties?
The dream, wide brokenSeemed like all was lostWhat would be the futureCould you pay the costYou wonder,Will there ever bea second time around?
Woah-a, woah-aWhen the tears are overAnd the moment has comeSay "My lord,I think I found someone"And no one would be betterTo be putting it togetherFor the second time around
We got the woman and manWe got the kids in a clanOnly time will tellIf all these dreams fit under one umbrella
Step by stepDay by dayA fresh start overA different hand to playThe deeper we fallThe stronger we stayAnd we'll be betterThe second time around
Step by stepDay by day (Day by day)A fresh start overA different hand to playOnly time will tellBut you know what they sayWe'll make it betterThe second time around
oh man its like my ctrl+v just spewed a bunch of words, i am not doing the spacing for that!
its Step by Step! Cody was my idol. i said to myself, i soooo need to surf so i can talk like him.
why do i notice the small things? it annoys me. i need to stop.
this afternoon i was talking to my friend and i was trying to point out how i'm into details. so i say to her, look at that girl about to pass us. she has only half her shirt tucked in.
i was thinking in my mind. she either was in a hurry this morning, is naturally sloppy sometimes, or just got out of the bathroom. i dug deeper in my mind. she looked down when i looked at her. low self image. grey outer shirt, white inner. a nice skirt. hair up. business major, i said to myself. dressed too non-formal for a class speech, but too formal for everyday. would have loved to ask her, bet i'd be right.
chem majors. very down to earth. the basics. the roots. the elements of clothing. look at my friend matt. basic colors. nothing too flashy. purpose and tact.
bio majors. they subconsciously wear clothing that doesn't have to do with animals or animal testing. they don't wear makeup, they don't wear leather. they drive cleaner cars.
engineering majors. innovative and creative clothing style. like to build their wardrobe from certain keystones of clothing.
computer majors. nerdy. the least spent on clothes as possible. need to save money for online games. the occasional nintendo shirt. on dates they wear the one shirt they have that they once wore to graduation.
anyway,
my friend asked, so what did i think of the way she was dressed today do i psychoanalyze her?. i said i don't do it to my freinds, because i accept them how they are and love their quirks.
"shaking, like a dog shitting razor blades"-alkaline trio
"can't say what i want, gotta bite my tongue, because the blood sounds better" - luke
been working on songs again.
this afternoon i was talking to my friend and i was trying to point out how i'm into details. so i say to her, look at that girl about to pass us. she has only half her shirt tucked in.
i was thinking in my mind. she either was in a hurry this morning, is naturally sloppy sometimes, or just got out of the bathroom. i dug deeper in my mind. she looked down when i looked at her. low self image. grey outer shirt, white inner. a nice skirt. hair up. business major, i said to myself. dressed too non-formal for a class speech, but too formal for everyday. would have loved to ask her, bet i'd be right.
chem majors. very down to earth. the basics. the roots. the elements of clothing. look at my friend matt. basic colors. nothing too flashy. purpose and tact.
bio majors. they subconsciously wear clothing that doesn't have to do with animals or animal testing. they don't wear makeup, they don't wear leather. they drive cleaner cars.
engineering majors. innovative and creative clothing style. like to build their wardrobe from certain keystones of clothing.
computer majors. nerdy. the least spent on clothes as possible. need to save money for online games. the occasional nintendo shirt. on dates they wear the one shirt they have that they once wore to graduation.
anyway,
my friend asked, so what did i think of the way she was dressed today do i psychoanalyze her?. i said i don't do it to my freinds, because i accept them how they are and love their quirks.
"shaking, like a dog shitting razor blades"-alkaline trio
"can't say what i want, gotta bite my tongue, because the blood sounds better" - luke
been working on songs again.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
wierd things i have eaten/drank...
1.a bottle of peppermint snapps that had been left under my car seat for a year
2.half an order of popcorn chicken left in my backpack for 3 days
3.gummie bears out of a pencil holder
4.bottle of day old beer left at a resteruant that was a gift
5.month-already-expired bacon
6.soy bean burger from mcdonalds in japan
7.curry pizza from thailand
8.(at quite a bit but spit out and stopped eating because i didn't know until i read the label) year-already-expired "pasta anytime, by kraft" out of my dad's fridge
9. worm egg that was in an old bowl of rice in thailand, i got to the bowl too soon and my cousin who was gonna warn me got to the bowl too late
10. countless gallons of spit from the fast food industry
i tried to put this list together as a means to find out why its so hard to get me to throw up.
wanted to shoot myself today when i had a perfect setup to ask the number of one of the yardhouse hostesses, but didn't
when i went to pick up my present that indy gave me, "seinfeld dvd" (awesome, my favorite modern tv show), the girl named stephanie asked if i was the one who had the birthday the other day. i said yeah, i had to hurry and get the present i left in my drunken state and get to work today.
she asked me where i worked, then i flashed her a johnny bravo smile and said, "that's classifed", then flashed my geek squad badge. she was like, "Wow, thats so cool!". by the non-sarcastic tone, i could tell she didn't read what was on the badge, and i couldn't help but laugh to myself. maybe she thought i was an actual crime agent of some kind.
she asked what my favorite beer was, (MGD) and said thats her favorite too.
then like a moron i walk out of there still laughing to myself with a smug smile on my face. thinking, jeez i really gotta get to work or i'll get fired. there was el pollo loco stain on my shirt, a vans box under my arm, and there wasn't even a look back to her.
1.a bottle of peppermint snapps that had been left under my car seat for a year
2.half an order of popcorn chicken left in my backpack for 3 days
3.gummie bears out of a pencil holder
4.bottle of day old beer left at a resteruant that was a gift
5.month-already-expired bacon
6.soy bean burger from mcdonalds in japan
7.curry pizza from thailand
8.(at quite a bit but spit out and stopped eating because i didn't know until i read the label) year-already-expired "pasta anytime, by kraft" out of my dad's fridge
9. worm egg that was in an old bowl of rice in thailand, i got to the bowl too soon and my cousin who was gonna warn me got to the bowl too late
10. countless gallons of spit from the fast food industry
i tried to put this list together as a means to find out why its so hard to get me to throw up.
wanted to shoot myself today when i had a perfect setup to ask the number of one of the yardhouse hostesses, but didn't
when i went to pick up my present that indy gave me, "seinfeld dvd" (awesome, my favorite modern tv show), the girl named stephanie asked if i was the one who had the birthday the other day. i said yeah, i had to hurry and get the present i left in my drunken state and get to work today.
she asked me where i worked, then i flashed her a johnny bravo smile and said, "that's classifed", then flashed my geek squad badge. she was like, "Wow, thats so cool!". by the non-sarcastic tone, i could tell she didn't read what was on the badge, and i couldn't help but laugh to myself. maybe she thought i was an actual crime agent of some kind.
she asked what my favorite beer was, (MGD) and said thats her favorite too.
then like a moron i walk out of there still laughing to myself with a smug smile on my face. thinking, jeez i really gotta get to work or i'll get fired. there was el pollo loco stain on my shirt, a vans box under my arm, and there wasn't even a look back to her.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
Friday, March 25, 2005
wanted to shoot myself today when i realized 50 has some good stuff in his songs...
"Death gotta be easy, cuz life is hard - It will leave you physically, mentally and emotionally scarred!" - 50 CENT
From the beginnin' to end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real, we ain't got to pretend
- 50 CENT
"BELIEVE IT OR NOT, THE UNDERDOG IS ON TOP...AND I'M GONNA KEEP SHINING TILL MY HEART STOPS!" - 50 CENT
"Death gotta be easy, cuz life is hard - It will leave you physically, mentally and emotionally scarred!" - 50 CENT
From the beginnin' to end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real, we ain't got to pretend
- 50 CENT
"BELIEVE IT OR NOT, THE UNDERDOG IS ON TOP...AND I'M GONNA KEEP SHINING TILL MY HEART STOPS!" - 50 CENT
Thursday, March 24, 2005
wow hangover is gone, i feel like a million clams. or should i say lobsters?
luke's cure for hangover:
step 1 - get out of bed if possible
step 2 - get half a cup of water
step 3 - take 1 tylenol, extra strength. only one, dammit!
step 4 - shower
step 5 - put on comfort clothes
step 6 - go the fuck back to sleep
from what i remember about yesterday, it was a very decent 24th. jeff and big mike drove to long beach by mistake. communication. the 2 people who did not show up were Donna and Sean. that's very, very, disappointing. i don't like to be disapointed. as far as i'm concerned i don't need to talk to these people anymore. don't say you're going and don't go.
no puking. drank the whole yard, it felt like a gallon. 3 shots and and AMF. guess i'm just unstoppable. i didn't go crazy like my 21st and drink everyone elses drinks. i think thats what kept me safe this time.
although i did ponder when i had my "i feel like puking this morning" struggle.
the eternal struggle, which is best to puke in, a trash can, kitchen sink, or toilet?
i thought it can't be toilet if you're considering the puker, toilets smell. although you can be sitting down when you puke, which is an advantage.
then i thought, it can't be trash can because it has to be held, and thrown out. but again, you can be sitting down if thats your preference.
sink has the advantage of a disposal, faucet, and water, all right there when you need them, no need to travel the house and waste unnecessary puking power. a clean fast way to get rid of the evidence. although the only disadvantage i can think of right now is you have to be standing up, which is a hassle.
so by combination process of elimination and advantage weighing, sink would be the best place to throw up if you had to.
any rebuttals please comment and stand up for your puke receptacle of choice! haha, a pun. thank god its not Big Pun. i hate that guy.
luke's cure for hangover:
step 1 - get out of bed if possible
step 2 - get half a cup of water
step 3 - take 1 tylenol, extra strength. only one, dammit!
step 4 - shower
step 5 - put on comfort clothes
step 6 - go the fuck back to sleep
from what i remember about yesterday, it was a very decent 24th. jeff and big mike drove to long beach by mistake. communication. the 2 people who did not show up were Donna and Sean. that's very, very, disappointing. i don't like to be disapointed. as far as i'm concerned i don't need to talk to these people anymore. don't say you're going and don't go.
no puking. drank the whole yard, it felt like a gallon. 3 shots and and AMF. guess i'm just unstoppable. i didn't go crazy like my 21st and drink everyone elses drinks. i think thats what kept me safe this time.
although i did ponder when i had my "i feel like puking this morning" struggle.
the eternal struggle, which is best to puke in, a trash can, kitchen sink, or toilet?
i thought it can't be toilet if you're considering the puker, toilets smell. although you can be sitting down when you puke, which is an advantage.
then i thought, it can't be trash can because it has to be held, and thrown out. but again, you can be sitting down if thats your preference.
sink has the advantage of a disposal, faucet, and water, all right there when you need them, no need to travel the house and waste unnecessary puking power. a clean fast way to get rid of the evidence. although the only disadvantage i can think of right now is you have to be standing up, which is a hassle.
so by combination process of elimination and advantage weighing, sink would be the best place to throw up if you had to.
any rebuttals please comment and stand up for your puke receptacle of choice! haha, a pun. thank god its not Big Pun. i hate that guy.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
i forgot to post a reason why i wanted to shoot myself yesterday.
i wanted to shoot myself when:
i heard the guy with the "la cucaracha" horn on his car again for the millionth time. the guy comes around every day and uses it 5 times. doesn't it ever get fucking old? i want to shoot him more than myself, actually. one day he's gonna get an egg thrown at his car. the next day, a brick. then the next day, a bomb.
also, i found out why i get so many calls from people speaking spanish in my lobes. apparently one of them could speak english today, and i asked them why everyone keeps calling me and speaking in spanish. it seems some chode licking asshole in the 626 area has my number painted on the side of his van, advertising for party singers and mariachi bands. so i get drunk mexican people calling me at all hours asking me in spanish to come sing at their party.
just fucking great. i'm not racist, but come on......
i wanted to shoot myself when:
i heard the guy with the "la cucaracha" horn on his car again for the millionth time. the guy comes around every day and uses it 5 times. doesn't it ever get fucking old? i want to shoot him more than myself, actually. one day he's gonna get an egg thrown at his car. the next day, a brick. then the next day, a bomb.
also, i found out why i get so many calls from people speaking spanish in my lobes. apparently one of them could speak english today, and i asked them why everyone keeps calling me and speaking in spanish. it seems some chode licking asshole in the 626 area has my number painted on the side of his van, advertising for party singers and mariachi bands. so i get drunk mexican people calling me at all hours asking me in spanish to come sing at their party.
just fucking great. i'm not racist, but come on......
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
this should tide you over for a while, me bashing more girls i could possibly have liked on myspace.
http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=795689&Mytoken=20050322121415
pictures are too slutty, but nice taste in music, too young
http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=25491&Mytoken=20050322121826
in a relationship? get the fuck off the internet you chode!
http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=1432329&Mytoken=20050323121848
(y2khai voice) "when you see a girl in legwarmers, thats whoa!"
http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=6196707&Mytoken=20050322122418
another "in a relationship chode", from chicago though. ^_^
http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=6123651&Mytoken=20050322122732
pink and black font, a blink 182 video on her page. grow up, hun. oh yeah and by the way this is 2005, that video came out like 90 years ago. my grandmother watched it, went to the concert, and must have crowd surfed too hard when she landed on your head.
http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=795689&Mytoken=20050322121415
pictures are too slutty, but nice taste in music, too young
http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=25491&Mytoken=20050322121826
in a relationship? get the fuck off the internet you chode!
http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=1432329&Mytoken=20050323121848
(y2khai voice) "when you see a girl in legwarmers, thats whoa!"
http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=6196707&Mytoken=20050322122418
another "in a relationship chode", from chicago though. ^_^
http://www.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=6123651&Mytoken=20050322122732
pink and black font, a blink 182 video on her page. grow up, hun. oh yeah and by the way this is 2005, that video came out like 90 years ago. my grandmother watched it, went to the concert, and must have crowd surfed too hard when she landed on your head.
wow getting comments is fun. its like getting a present under the tree. every day could be fucking christmas. but i mustn't let it take over me. i must still write the same as before.
i thought i might post about another paradox in my life:
a long time ago i had a crush on this thai girl from chicago. her name was Bee. she was one of the only two girls i ever liked from there. the other one was the art student grace, who i helped move to hollywood and never heard from her again.
Bee loved Nirvana. I drove her home once, from what I can't remember, but i just remember smiling the whole night because she was sitting next to me. damning myself because i had to drive an old beat up cadillac that might have died one the way to drop her off. knowing, that would probably be the last time i saw or spoke to her.
was good friends with Bee's brother. then, after the falling out with don and moving to california, i never got to talk to her again. i really would like to.
i really disgraced myself with that whole thing. the falling out with don, my best friend. i don't know if i ever posted what happened but i might as well do it again. i still hate myself to this day. but there was really nothing i could have done, cept for leave the one i fell in love with.
don had a birthday party. this girl was there, audrey. she flirted with him, and flirted with me. don made the move. they went out. now, don was always secretive about his relationships, and even though he was a best friend to me, to me, i wasn't his best friend. so i never quite knew the status with that.
all of the sudden one day i get a call from her. we catch up. all of the sudden it turns into something like:
her:i always liked you
me:i thought you were cute
her:would you like to date me?
me:what about don
her:don't worry about it, we're over
me:ok, since how long?
her: its been a while
me: ...i don't know. ok.
and i never got around to telling him about it, because i didn't see him for like a couple weeks, and we didn't talk on the phone much anymore. it was that period of life where you transition into high school. you start to find out who you really are. you drift from your friends a bit.
so it turns out i think he considered himself still going out with her at that time. either that, or i didn't give them enough time for their break up period to be over.
either way, i pulled what today would be called an andrew-laura-jabbar.
but instead of don vowing to knock me the fuck out, he has held an animosity toward me that even today i still try to talk to him, and every time, i say i'm sorry, that i didn't know, and every time, he never speaks back. or if he does, he says get lost.
one of the worst moments in my life, i realized i unknowingly betrayed my best friend. and lost him. i made the decision when i was in thailand that summer to go back to california to live with my dad and start over; i had no more friends in chicago, they all took his side of course. only don's sister, who i went to school with and had club meetings after school with, knew me better, was nice to me, and she'll still talk to me. her name was dow. i haven't talked to her in a long time now also.
thats why to this day i swear loyalty to my friends (not to their face, you wierdo's, but in my heart), and realize true value of friendship.
thats why today i value forgiveness over anger and revenge.
thats why today i can not ever even find a way to contact Bee.
paradox.
its like when you can't get a video game back from someone because you owe them a family sized lasagna, know what i'm talking about?
i never valued audrey's friendship over don.
Don, if you're out there, hisashiburi, my friend, i'll always ask you to forgive me. if only i truly knew what was going on, it never would have happened.
To everyone else. that's what happens when the communication changes. lives get broken.
i've pulled mine back together. met great, better friends. started over. love california more than i ever did for chicago.
where the weather is cold and so are the people, that's what i say.
i thought i might post about another paradox in my life:
a long time ago i had a crush on this thai girl from chicago. her name was Bee. she was one of the only two girls i ever liked from there. the other one was the art student grace, who i helped move to hollywood and never heard from her again.
Bee loved Nirvana. I drove her home once, from what I can't remember, but i just remember smiling the whole night because she was sitting next to me. damning myself because i had to drive an old beat up cadillac that might have died one the way to drop her off. knowing, that would probably be the last time i saw or spoke to her.
was good friends with Bee's brother. then, after the falling out with don and moving to california, i never got to talk to her again. i really would like to.
i really disgraced myself with that whole thing. the falling out with don, my best friend. i don't know if i ever posted what happened but i might as well do it again. i still hate myself to this day. but there was really nothing i could have done, cept for leave the one i fell in love with.
don had a birthday party. this girl was there, audrey. she flirted with him, and flirted with me. don made the move. they went out. now, don was always secretive about his relationships, and even though he was a best friend to me, to me, i wasn't his best friend. so i never quite knew the status with that.
all of the sudden one day i get a call from her. we catch up. all of the sudden it turns into something like:
her:i always liked you
me:i thought you were cute
her:would you like to date me?
me:what about don
her:don't worry about it, we're over
me:ok, since how long?
her: its been a while
me: ...i don't know. ok.
and i never got around to telling him about it, because i didn't see him for like a couple weeks, and we didn't talk on the phone much anymore. it was that period of life where you transition into high school. you start to find out who you really are. you drift from your friends a bit.
so it turns out i think he considered himself still going out with her at that time. either that, or i didn't give them enough time for their break up period to be over.
either way, i pulled what today would be called an andrew-laura-jabbar.
but instead of don vowing to knock me the fuck out, he has held an animosity toward me that even today i still try to talk to him, and every time, i say i'm sorry, that i didn't know, and every time, he never speaks back. or if he does, he says get lost.
one of the worst moments in my life, i realized i unknowingly betrayed my best friend. and lost him. i made the decision when i was in thailand that summer to go back to california to live with my dad and start over; i had no more friends in chicago, they all took his side of course. only don's sister, who i went to school with and had club meetings after school with, knew me better, was nice to me, and she'll still talk to me. her name was dow. i haven't talked to her in a long time now also.
thats why to this day i swear loyalty to my friends (not to their face, you wierdo's, but in my heart), and realize true value of friendship.
thats why today i value forgiveness over anger and revenge.
thats why today i can not ever even find a way to contact Bee.
paradox.
its like when you can't get a video game back from someone because you owe them a family sized lasagna, know what i'm talking about?
i never valued audrey's friendship over don.
Don, if you're out there, hisashiburi, my friend, i'll always ask you to forgive me. if only i truly knew what was going on, it never would have happened.
To everyone else. that's what happens when the communication changes. lives get broken.
i've pulled mine back together. met great, better friends. started over. love california more than i ever did for chicago.
where the weather is cold and so are the people, that's what i say.
Sunday, March 20, 2005
sorry for being Mr. No Post McGee these past days but i have gaydelphia internet and they have been doing "upgrades" to the system over the week and i didn't have internet for days, i know, i almost ....
quick updates 4 u:
the fire for hip hop girl is dying out. : (
no mustang for me, but a car soon. even if it is a datsun. *shiver*
birthday at the yardhouse comming up. full yards of beer, i still can't get over that. and something like 18714651 types of beer on tap.
whats funny is i think i actually have typed that random number before.
recently i've talked to the girl i went to prom with for chatsworth. i call it prom but it was really homecoming. it was prom to me, i graduated early.
she said ever since me she's had a thing for peanut butter and bannana sandwiches.
i said ever since her i've had a thing for filipina chicks.
quick updates 4 u:
the fire for hip hop girl is dying out. : (
no mustang for me, but a car soon. even if it is a datsun. *shiver*
birthday at the yardhouse comming up. full yards of beer, i still can't get over that. and something like 18714651 types of beer on tap.
whats funny is i think i actually have typed that random number before.
recently i've talked to the girl i went to prom with for chatsworth. i call it prom but it was really homecoming. it was prom to me, i graduated early.
she said ever since me she's had a thing for peanut butter and bannana sandwiches.
i said ever since her i've had a thing for filipina chicks.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Monday, March 14, 2005
i wanted to shoot myself today when:
i told aey i really hated her because i felt guilty she bought me dinner.
when :
i wrote an essay to enter me in the "Priceless" internship for mastercard (tm) that would make me producer of the vans warped tour with fall out boy this summer.
when i said this:
wheresmyricebowl (11:33:46 PM): have sex
wheresmyricebowl (11:33:53 PM): i mean, hi
GreanTea Drinker (11:34:25 PM): HAHAHAHA!
GreanTea Drinker (11:34:32 PM): Sure that was a slip.
GreanTea Drinker (11:34:34 PM): lol
i told aey i really hated her because i felt guilty she bought me dinner.
when :
i wrote an essay to enter me in the "Priceless" internship for mastercard (tm) that would make me producer of the vans warped tour with fall out boy this summer.
when i said this:
wheresmyricebowl (11:33:46 PM): have sex
wheresmyricebowl (11:33:53 PM): i mean, hi
GreanTea Drinker (11:34:25 PM): HAHAHAHA!
GreanTea Drinker (11:34:32 PM): Sure that was a slip.
GreanTea Drinker (11:34:34 PM): lol
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Friday, March 11, 2005
Thursday, March 10, 2005
some things i have come up with lately...
if you wear your heart on your sleeve
you wear your sleeve on your shirt
you wear your shirt on your torso
you wear your torso on your pelvis
your genitalia is on your pelvis
so if you wear your heart on your sleeve your wear it on your genetalia
its hard being a guy...
if you're doing a pee and you decide to do a poo also, in mid pee, you have to change positions.
if you wear your heart on your sleeve
you wear your sleeve on your shirt
you wear your shirt on your torso
you wear your torso on your pelvis
your genitalia is on your pelvis
so if you wear your heart on your sleeve your wear it on your genetalia
its hard being a guy...
if you're doing a pee and you decide to do a poo also, in mid pee, you have to change positions.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
almost had fisticuffs at work today.
anton, this big chinese guy calls me in to the security room. this guy says "i don't give a frick if you call in to work" "i have a business to run".
and that was it. i said "i think i have to put my two weeks in".
i can't deal with management or being bossed at all. just like my mom.
they were threatening to fire me and saying it would be a permanent blemish and wouldn't give me recommendations if i put best buy as a job.
honestly, i don't care what they do. i will not be threatened like that for anything or talked to that way.
on the good side. today i went to take a look at my future car: the '05 mustang.
the payments were gonna be around 500 bucks a month for my non-credit ass. i'm gonna get my grandpa on it with his credit. should bring it down some.
anton, this big chinese guy calls me in to the security room. this guy says "i don't give a frick if you call in to work" "i have a business to run".
and that was it. i said "i think i have to put my two weeks in".
i can't deal with management or being bossed at all. just like my mom.
they were threatening to fire me and saying it would be a permanent blemish and wouldn't give me recommendations if i put best buy as a job.
honestly, i don't care what they do. i will not be threatened like that for anything or talked to that way.
on the good side. today i went to take a look at my future car: the '05 mustang.
the payments were gonna be around 500 bucks a month for my non-credit ass. i'm gonna get my grandpa on it with his credit. should bring it down some.
Sunday, March 06, 2005
creepy song.
i had been listening to "the killers - jenny" for a couple days, like i normally do when i find a new song i like. and i was paying attention to the lyrics just today, and i realized what it was about.
now before you read these next lines, go and listen to it. enjoy it. it sounds like a great rock ballad....
ok come back here
now read the lyrics:
We took a walk that night, but it wasn't the same
We had a fight on the promenade out in the rain
She said she loved me, but she had somewhere to go
She couldn't scream while I held I close
I swore I'd never let her go
Tell me what you wanna know
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
There ain't no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine
So come on, oh come on, oh come on I know my rights, I've been here all day and it's time
For me to go, so let me know if it's alright
I just can't take this, I swear I told you the truth
She couldn't scream while I held I closeI swore I'd never let her go
Tell me what you wanna know
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
And then you whisper in my ear
I know what you're doing here
So come on, oh come on, oh come on
There ain't no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine.
i had been listening to "the killers - jenny" for a couple days, like i normally do when i find a new song i like. and i was paying attention to the lyrics just today, and i realized what it was about.
now before you read these next lines, go and listen to it. enjoy it. it sounds like a great rock ballad....
ok come back here
now read the lyrics:
We took a walk that night, but it wasn't the same
We had a fight on the promenade out in the rain
She said she loved me, but she had somewhere to go
She couldn't scream while I held I close
I swore I'd never let her go
Tell me what you wanna know
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
There ain't no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine
So come on, oh come on, oh come on I know my rights, I've been here all day and it's time
For me to go, so let me know if it's alright
I just can't take this, I swear I told you the truth
She couldn't scream while I held I closeI swore I'd never let her go
Tell me what you wanna know
Oh come on, oh come on, oh come on
And then you whisper in my ear
I know what you're doing here
So come on, oh come on, oh come on
There ain't no motive for this crime
Jenny was a friend of mine.
Friday, March 04, 2005
me and mike got hammer'd last night. and boy howdy.
the club was bumpin, 'an the girls was aight. he told me his story, and i offered advice.
got to do a little breaking. a newfound love for crip walking.
borrowed a sweater from my roomate. it was cool, but i smelled like fish all night (see post about apartment smelling like fish) because of it. whenever i wanted to dance with a girl, i had to hang my fishy head down and get another drink.
i drank a 40 of mickeys at 4am even though i was already drunk from the club and lo and behold i went to class at 8am and was still drunk. nothing like taking notes on genetics while blasted.
haven't watched south park for a while, but, the episode on the presidential election was great. basically, stan doesn't want to vote, because the candidates are: a douche bag and a turd sandwich. and he learns by the end that pretty much all elections are between a douche bag and a turd sandwich, so he votes anyway. i agree, thats how i felt on voting day.
the club was bumpin, 'an the girls was aight. he told me his story, and i offered advice.
got to do a little breaking. a newfound love for crip walking.
borrowed a sweater from my roomate. it was cool, but i smelled like fish all night (see post about apartment smelling like fish) because of it. whenever i wanted to dance with a girl, i had to hang my fishy head down and get another drink.
i drank a 40 of mickeys at 4am even though i was already drunk from the club and lo and behold i went to class at 8am and was still drunk. nothing like taking notes on genetics while blasted.
haven't watched south park for a while, but, the episode on the presidential election was great. basically, stan doesn't want to vote, because the candidates are: a douche bag and a turd sandwich. and he learns by the end that pretty much all elections are between a douche bag and a turd sandwich, so he votes anyway. i agree, thats how i felt on voting day.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
i have a huge crush on someone from my thai hip hop dance crew.
yes, its taken a while but i finally like another girl again.
and it seems like the crush gets bigger every time i see her.
i didn't see her at practice today. but the fire inside i know isn't quelled, it only grows brighter inside, eager for the next chance to glow.
must say hi one day. must say hi one day. must say hi.
yes, its taken a while but i finally like another girl again.
and it seems like the crush gets bigger every time i see her.
i didn't see her at practice today. but the fire inside i know isn't quelled, it only grows brighter inside, eager for the next chance to glow.
must say hi one day. must say hi one day. must say hi.
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