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[Dec. 19th, 2005|11:40 am] |
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| | the magnetic fields- "desert island" | ] |
i'm here at work, stuck inside a 12x12 room with nothing but my cds, a bottle of water, and my copy of 'The Odyssey' by Homer. I HATE COVERING FOR PEOPLE. EDIT: i just found a label machine, let's see what debauchery i can cause.
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Christmas is this Sunday, it still doesn't feel like it though. despite the cold weather, the new jacket i bought, and all the shopping i've done, something is missing. time may be a factor, but i can't be certain. i'm tired of walking against the wind and the rain.
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i've been watching a lot of History Channel lately, i guess that i think if i'm learning anything while watching tv, it doesn't make it so worthless. the specials about the Knights Templar and early Christianity were fascinating. it's also rekindled my love for art and painting, i'll be churning out ideas in no time.
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i will focus on setting up my house more after Christmas, i need to feel organized and clean again, i'm being driven crazy by boxes! |
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| 490. |
[Dec. 13th, 2005|11:25 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | devotchka- "how it ends" | ] |
three black guys were totally about to try to steal my car today. i went to the boulevard mall to do some christmas shopping and mainly walk around. when i get out of the car, i see two thugged-out 18 or 19 year olds by the door and another thug on my side of the street who looks about 20/21. i think nothing of it seeing as i am on maryland parkway and it just comes with the territory. then i get a bad feeling in my gut, like a cow headed for the slaughter house. they weren't trying to stare me down, it's more like they were just "watching". so i walk inside and hang around for a minute pretending to look at stuff. two of them walk in as i'm "looking" around and don't keep walking but stay right at the doorway. i see them trying to signal the one outside and then i overhear them talking about cameras and security guards. i think to myself "fuck these asshole, my shit's not getting jacked." i throw away my drink loudly, pass by them and walk back outside. the third thug was about 10ft from my car, saw me, then turned away suddenly like he'd been caught. fucking amatuers.
i wasn't scared really, because i carry a bat in the backseat of the camaro and i outweighed these guys by about 60 pounds. and worse-case scenario i could give a couple quick shots to the ribs and knee cap and get the fuck out before anything would really escalate.
as i'm leaving, i see two cops in SUVs just parked not even 30ft away from these guys on the opposite side of the parking structure. i tell them i think these guys are casing the place out and how they're talking about security guards and camera locations, etc etc. the cop asks me for a description, thanks me, and then i see them rounding the building to where those retards are still standing on the corner.
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in a completely unrelated series of events, this weekend i managed to dance on a stripper pole, open gifts at a jewish ceremony, call Ron Jeremy.. yes, the real Ron Jeremy and leave him a long convuluted voicemail where (i'm summing up here) i basically told him Peter North > Ron Jeremy. then Kevin and i jumped off the stairs onto huge luvsacs and perfected our 80's wrestling moves. crystal, scott, and i drove to beauty bar, listening to Bowie, and saw there was nothing happening there. we then made a straight shot to scots garage, where Kevin showed up, then we stayed up for hours more talking about exes, the beatles, and other relationship stuff that i won't go into. and today, i had lunch with and old friend whom i thought i'd lost, drove around listening to Clap Your Hands Say Yeah and christmas shopping, all in all twas a good day.
and here's a picture to sum up.
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| 488. |
[Nov. 21st, 2005|11:05 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | merle haggard-"mama tried" | ] |
i borrowed a truck from work this weekend to move my mom's things into her new house. i ended up driving that night when Jose and Derek and I went out too. "no big deal" i thought to myself, nothing will happen. so we ventured down to Beauty Bar for the hip-hop event. the painters were great, the drinks were stiff, but the breakdancers were weak. especially considering they were supposed to be representing the Rock Steady Crew, but whatever, because the Chapter more than made up for it. they were pretty damned good, albeit rip-offs of the Roots.
we all got our fill of hip-hop and planned on going back to the Art Bar. so i round the corner... and the fucking truck is gone. the first throught my head is "wow, i'm fucked.." then i saw the 'tow away' sign and hoped to God that's what had happened. sure enough, it was. thankfully, Austin gave us a ride down to the towing yard. after nearly 2 hours of freezing and $201.85 later, i had the truck back. i was relieved to say the least. haha, now i find it hilarious. live and learn i suppose.. but FUCK garden of eden hotel, hah. i did manage to have a good time with Crystal, Kevin, & the gang though :]
probably right as my company's truck was being towed. haha.
while i was drunk at Beauty Bar, i was thinking about one of my exes, and how maybe i threw it away too easily and that maybe i was stupid for doing so. well, i saw her the next day and i realized she is a kitschy, bitter cunt and that i can do a lot better. a lot. i amuse myself a great deal.
on an uplifting note, i forgot how huge my house is and i also forgot how much furniture it's going to take to fill up 2200 square feet. i think my first purchase will be a set of drums. not a chair, not another couch, but some drums. oh yes. |
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