posted on February 03, 2003 @ 7:00 pm
TSOL
atari teenage riot
wow, check that comma splice in the title. i'm leaving it! yep! haha! in your face grammar!
oh god, i'm sorry English. please forgive me. i'll never do it again.
so i was sitting here at work thinking about stuff, and i've concluded (as i have on many previous occasions) that in addition to never remembering how to spell occasion, i'd kind of like to have an interesting life. i'm not complaining about mine one bit. because let me tell you, i love watching porn on a regular basis with jennifer and going to walmart and heb in the middle of the night with her. and watching my cats be fucking psychos cause that's definitely what they are. and last night was super pleasant. frank called, and we went to walmart. they had a pair of those totally awesome hulk gloves out of the package, so i punched him with them a few times. he just ended up hurting me when he punched them, though. so lame. me, him and jennifer (ooh, love that grammar) sat in the living room for a while afterward, and even though the patio door was only open like six inches, music from the back room was still very audible. then i picked up cat at 2:00 a.m., and he, jennifer and i ate spaghetti and watched the lost world (is a tv show in italics?). it was really fun cause we like to poke fun at him and call him josh and say his name with a totally bogus spanish accent.
hey, i just saw my poetry teacher from last spring drive by. matthew russell.
tomorrow i'm going by 33 degrees to get queers tickets cause they're only $6 and i don't work on tuesdays anymore. and the peasants rejoice (for no work and the queers!). aaand a week from tomorrow i get to see that show with all-american rejects, et. al. i found my riddlin' kids sticker last night in my box of stuff yet to be unpacked (from august...hahaha).
huh. i dunno, like i said, i'm not complaining about my life, it just seems like other people do overly exciting things. people just seem to be going places and doing things with like fifty people at a time. blah. screw them. i'm going to eat a hot dog and talk to people online cause this garage is dead.
oh yeah, i puked this weekend. saturday, around 4:00 p.m. when jenn and i got out of her african american culture study group thing, i started feeling sick. we went to whataburger, but after eating i felt worse. then my car wouldn't start because i delayed putting gas in it for food, so we had to walk to the gas station twice to get gas. that made it worse. she, cat and i saw final destination 2, which is awesome and full of all sorts of gore that i love. the noise gave me a headache and made my stomach hurt more. we went to the megaplex, wherein jenn bought two movies and vibrators for herself and layla. i was squatting in the store and leaning against the shelves half the time. we took layla her's up at the garage, and i threw up in the office bathroom. it was a really nice, quick puke, no gagging or coughing or any of that foreplay. then around 4:00 a.m. i awoke to puke some more. oi...so much pain and weakness sunday. it was literally hard to move around.
cluthu: you're so beautiful. they should have a holiday in your honor. ;)
Reine des Pixies: haha i'll write to congress about that.
cluthu: you should write to them and tell them to give me lasers. lasers and ammo. lasers, ammo, and a giant robot. ^_^