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Thursday, January 31, 2002 get you!

word it is, jeff. since i've gotten home (during smackdown, no less!) i've applied to 30 jobs. i'm sure one will have a call back. still thinking if i want to call the company that guy works for.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:32 PM

all right! since around 4:21 pm, i've been trying to meet up one of our driver's with a client at the airport. now, there's two levels here being, arrivals (bottom), and departures (top), which are obviously noticable. for our curbside pick-ups, what the client does is call once they get their bags, or in the case they don't have bags, go to the curb right outside the baggage area, call us to tell us that they're ready and then we send the driver around.

so, our driver is driving around twice, three times and then finally the client calls again. he's going ballistic saying, "why can't you guys do your jobs, fuck this, fuck that, son of a bitch!"

i'm trying real hard to keep cool and just try to relax and get a better idea of where he's at. after 10 minutes and two more rounds by the driver, still no dice. so the guy calls up again, angry as hell and says he's going to stay on the line until we meet them up. fine, shouldn't be too hard. no dice on that either. so the guy (who's cussing at me and finding out what the hell we're doing) tells me that we're going to stay on the line until the driver meets.

at one point, he's at the place where he says he is, and our driver is at the point where the guy says he is so i ask the guy, "excuse me, sir, are you on the upper level?"

"i'm right where i told you i've been!"

"i understand that sir, but where you are, are there people checking in?"

after a while, i find out that he's on the departure level and i let him know this. i tell the driver this and tell him to head there. (this is where the driver becomes an idiot) i have the guy on the line and i ask the driver where he's at and he tells me that he's at the beginning of terminal one. so i tell the guy this. after five minutes, no dice, so i ask the driver where he's at. he tells me he couldn't make the ramp to the upper lever so he's still on the bottom. the client (who can hear all this) starts swearing up a storm. we do this cycle once more, and i yell at the driver, "bruce! i have the guy on the line. he's going to be on the line until you meet. when i ask you where you are, i need exact locations. not approximations."

so, the client says, "is he down there right now?"

"let me check. 27, are you still at terminal 2?"

"yes!"

"stay right there, he's heading down."

"where's your driver?"

"he should be there. hold on! 27, what is your location?"

"i'm turning around again."

(swearing on the phone by the client)
"bruce, why did you say you were there if you moved? i've got the guy on the line, he's been on it for the past forty minutes!"

sean calls, so i put the guy on hold. he hangs up and calls back. i'm getting very pissed, ready to drive to the airport myself and punch this guy in the neck! sean tells me to be nice to the guy. i tell him i am but i'm getting very frustrated, and i don't know what to do. he helps me out no way at all just keeps telling me, "we can't lose clients." i keep telling him, i'm being very nice to the guy, but he's been on the line for forty minutes and i'm loosing patients with him and bruce.

i hang up and the guy's going nuts on the line and finally, they meet. because i did my best to satisfy his situation, he said, "this is between us. no one needs to know about this."

"i'm just glad that i met you guys up. sorry for the inconvenience (even though it was his fault.), thank you!"

sean calls and i tell him what he said and he says, "we can't afford to lose clients. but it doesn't matter what he says, he can tell the company and then we lose a client."

"sean, that's why i'm telling you this. what should we do?"

phone rings, it's the passenger saying, "thank you for everything. this is between us."

"yeah, sure thing!"

i tell sean, "i think he knows he's wrong and i did my best to help him, because that was him and he said, '(insert previous statement here)'."

"we can't afford to lose..."

you know the rest. well, i'm outs now. peace!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:45 PM

whew! that was a fabulous, past three hours. nothing stressful, just lot of stuff to do. there was, however, one stressful part, which was talking to sean. i put him in his place. i'm so excited for tonight's episode of "smackdown".

i'll bet the fued will be with kevin nash and the big show. they could be bros. i guess! i'm eating too many cookies, but i'm going back off on them for now.

i just got off the phone with a driver. he starts going on and on and on about something, which i can't help him with and the other line starts ringing. i tell him to hold, he won't shut the hell up. finally, when he does, i tell him to hold. the line hangs up. i get back on the line with this fool, and he tells me the same thing. he keeps repeating his rant and then mentions something from the beginning of his rant, and starts it all over from there. this goes on for five minutes. all the while, i keep telling him, "okay, sean should be calling soon. as soon as he calls, i mention this and i'll have him call you."

"yeah, because this doesn't add up..."

"yes! he hasn't looked at this yet. he just wants me to put this together. then, he'll look at it, and we'll make the changes for this."

"yeah, this doesn't make sense. i've added this up, i have the dollar amount..."

on and on!!

then, to top it all off, i'm getting a rash of phone calls and still doing these projects. sean calls, and i tell him what the driver said. he says okay, asks if i've been getting any reservations, and i tell him no. he asks if i dispatched the jobs for tomorrow, and i tell him that i've been really busy and haven't had a chance to look at the jobs yet.

"how many jobs do we have?"

(even though i just told him, i've been busy and have not had a chance to look at it yet!)"five!"

"well, why don't you do the dispatching?"

"sean, as soon as i get a chance, i'll do it!"

we had a similar conversation like this the other week, which abrupted into us yelling a storm of profanities. the reason being is he asks the most annoying, nonsense questions, and he does it repeatedly. usually, in the same conversation, despite how many times you tell him the answer, he'll constantly ask the same question, or make the same statement. this gets really annoying, so you get that irritatedness (i think i just made that word up) in your voice. then, you start getting upset and telling him so. he'll then say, "why are you getting stressed out? if it's too much work, just finish up and leave."

"sean, i have absolutely no calls right now. i'm calm and cool and getting these things done."

"why are you yelling then?"

"because, you keep saying the same thing over and over, and i keep telling you the same thing, and it's not getting through to you, and it's really irritating!"

well, sorry to bring you down with this blog, but it is very therapeutic by doing this, and it's a lot healthier than cigarettes.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:31 PM

Wednesday, January 30, 2002 get you!

i also forgot. i've been under the impression that the gym, at work, opened at ten. i just realized today that it opens at 6:30 am, which makes sense. the pool/jacuzzi guy just happens to come at ten.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:13 PM

"...this past week, the whole world wants to know, the same question. everyone wants to know, is it cool between the rock and y2j. everything's cool, between the rock & y2j, clean slate, the rock & y2j, ancient history, the rock & y2j..."

how's that for spontaneous? big sexy! why, vince? i don't know.

in the spirit of making up for lost blogging time from last year, we bring you to january 2001. i finish work and head to the apartment. mike and a.r., waiting on the steps for me, but we're still waiting for steve (the ex-roommate, of whom, on previous blogs, you've gotten to know him). i don't remember why steve wasn't there, or if we were waiting for him or what. point is, mike and a.r. had a tin container filled with tequiza. so, at this point, i'm test driving a car that sammy thought i might want to buy. it's the exact replica of mike's pontiac firebird, except red. so we all jump in head to ralph's and buy beer & cigarettes (at this time, i still smoked). we then, head down to anaheim. i forget what the conversation was but it was good. something about director's, john hughes, christopher columbus (the writer/director guy), home alone, and stuff like that, and of course, the simpsons.

so, we arrive at the pond (which, is the best place to see wrestling and a popular vote by mike & i.) and steve and mike head out to get tickets, while a.r. and i, guard the car. we chill at the car, yelling with the fans passing by, cheering, taking piss on side of the wwf trailers. we get in, don't remember much of the matches but i know that, kurt angle challenged stone cold, but lost because edge & christian came to the ring to ruin kurt's chance.

after the event was over, we chilled in the parking lot some. beats sitting in the non-moving traffic leaving the arena. we wait about an hour, it's all clear, and we head out. exquisite.

this month, also, featured me getting my butterfly knife. after tons of cuts on my hand, i think i'm at a comfortable level to perform safe tricks. although, i've not ventured with the behind the back one yet.

the end of the month was complete with a social distortion show. it's been years since i've seen them. some punk band opened up for them, i'm not sure who they were, and they weren't too impressive. social d had a new guitarist, due to the fact that their original guitaris died. dennis danell. you remember him from another state of mind. "dennis, 32, i'm old!"

so, mike led the army. he played an acoustic version of "when the angel's sing" and dedicated it to dennis. it's was actually (no offense) funny. he said, "this goes out to dennis, who's up in heaven, working on a '57 chevy up there, waiting for me."

it's just funny because, even in heaven, the car can't be in working condition and he still has to work on it. i guess he loved fixing cars. anyway, i'm outs. i'll be back tomorrow.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:44 PM

speaking of, mike, if so happens you come across an internet capable computer in vegas, i'll be expecting some blogs. preferably, during drunken tom foolery. the days before your b-day, go to places to get carded, and just give the proprietor of the establishment a hard time, and tell him, "man, look at my i.d., i turn 21 in two days, or tomorrow!" in fact, at 11:45 pm, go to the bar, get carded, and just stay at the counter, keep bugging him, and then at the stroke of twelve, get your prize. hey, you might get free drinks. unless, you've been pestering the barkeep, then it's over. i.e., if you've been doing what i've been telling you to do, in this blog.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:21 PM

something was wrong with my keyboard while i just blogged, so i'm back here to see if it does, what it was doing and it just did. keyboard is about to meet mr. cracks. first name, false.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:17 PM

what are you doing now, brett? nothing. i was planning on reading the rest of this mick foley book, but i'm really tired. i have this thing where i try to read a book a month. this month ends tomorrow, so i'm in good shape. i started this book back in october, on my way back to hawaii. on the plane ride over i read the first 115 pages. i haven't read since. well, until last week. during the school year, i couldn't read much, alternative materials, especially, since that hawaii trip. i blamed my history teacher for that. when that whole september 11th thing happened, she spent the next four weeks with that. she tried to teach, but no dice on that. anyway, when i came back from hawaii, that was when our midterm was to take place. it ended up happening in november sometime. so, up until the midterm, we read only the first chapter of the book. after the midterm, with about four weeks left, we fit the rest of the semester in there. hence, i was studying what she was covering non-stop till the final, i finally got up to 2 chapters short of the assigned material, the night before the final.

this really stressed me out. that brought me behind in my cs class. english and math was a breeze. cs & history, i fell behind. lesson to be learned here is, no matter how slow the teacher goes, just follow your syllabus and review the whole way through.

math class was really boring that i managed to read & finish, perks of being a wall flower, which is now my favorite book. it was given to me by smeffs.

i read that in december, so mick foley is my january. why did you need to know all this? i have no clue, but you read it.

actually, the reason i want to finish soon, is to start reading on the road again. and being that next week is smackdown, i'm going to see aznon and give him this book back. peace!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:13 PM

"man, it's been a while since i've last blogged, but i'm back in full force. i just got off the plane and am now in..."

"what are you talking about brett? you just blogged one minute ago?"

my bad! so tonight's episode of that 80's show wasn't too bad. the asian guy is really funny, which, in itself, is funny. and in the end, isn't that the truth? what? it's just funny becuase asian's don't usually pull of comedy good. in my eyes. i don't know, he's also a good dancer, which is key in any situation. except if you sing and dance and spend time on your hair and have a hair stylist and are in a boy band. then, your legs need to be broken. you know what else needs to be broken? it's kid rock's face. sitting back, waiting for tonight's hilarious episode of titus. full report on that in a half and hour.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:28 PM

so, yeah! what kind of name is charlie kabob? i'm willing to give them another chance, being that i now know the name to be tzatziki sauce. maybe they do have it but just didn't offer it to me the last time. if not, heads will roll! so, thanks to kai for the e-mail of the vagrant tours. funny thing about it it, alkaline trio's tour is very bizarre. first, they play pretty much continuous days. their first show is in vegas, then they travel about 6 hours south (normal traffic) to anaheim. then, two hours south to san diego. next, 6 hours north to santa barbara. then, back 3 hours to los angeles. and finally, 7-8 hours to san francisco. i guess that's cool, but i'm just wondering why the don't just start in san diego, then anaheim, then los angeles, then santa barbara, then san francisco, then las vegas on their way back to chicago. who am i, their tour manager? i don't even know why i blogged this, i just thought it to be funny. you know what else is funny? false cracks to the neck.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:21 PM

that other greek restaurant i was talking about is called charlie kabob. lol!!! i love that name. well, apparently, they have some pretty good reviews, but then again, they have other locations. the one in the mall might just be a cover.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:34 PM

good deal, mikester! aznon = definitely. i just put up a new link, since i've been falafel face this past week. i found out the name of that sauce i love so much. it's call, tzatziki sauce. i like saying it. even if i'm saying if wrong, it's fun! this place is much better than that mall greek food joint, which i will find out their name and post it here. since they suck, they don't deserve to be visited, and i will, at all cost, end their reign of terror for serving "the dry falafel". more on that later, after i get psychological help.

lucky guy on the jobs. i still have no appointments set up. although, i've not been trying too hard. in some bizarre way, though, the smackdown at staples is the start of a three year event-fest. good deal!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:25 PM

here at the workstead, getting some projects done. bruce springsteen (dr. agon) stopped by, wasn't too bad, but he's gone now. so i've got several things going on right now, which should keep me busy for a couple of hours, which is a good deal, as i've been needing the hours. what else? oh yeah! bruce springsteen also made coffee, which i didn't want to drink any, but have to as what i'm doing right now is very, not brain consuming, more of brain smasher. just kidding! it's just, it has to be error free. so i need to have the brain at full attention to make sure i don't reverse any numbers.

right now, i'm just looking at this cup o' joseph feeling really sore all round. i'm planning of finishing up this book by the evening's end. which isn't the end, because i've been going to sleep before midnight. but it's the end of my evening. or is it? shut the heck up, brett!

jukebox: saves the day - drag in d flat

sheri & glenn still have not found harriett, so if anyone out there spots her, distribute some knuckle-sandwiches (false cracks) to the vehicle operator. give him one for me to the back of the head. fasi his fayice!

speaking of false cracks to the back of the head, i saw this other blog which kai is a member of and noticed a blogger who goes by the name of mike nelson. after further investigation (asked kai), he told me it was a different one. although, the real one is back in hawaii. in a tight spot! this sunday at the key club, jimmy eat world, is playing a "free" show. it's 21 and over and it is mike's b-day that day. don't know what he's up to yet, but i'm debating if i should, because smackdown is on tuesday. i had a small amount set aside for that, and duey is paying me back $60, which will go straight to that fund. i might have to work that day, also, so that's an even tighter spot. we'll see.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:00 PM

thought i had something to blog.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:42 PM

jukebox: piebald

well here i stand, or sit, at work. got the heads up and just wondering why i never get appreciation for the things i've done here at work, but rather, i get crap for what i haven't done. and it's not the slacking haven't done things, it's doing everything you're supposed to and more and then, finishing ahead of yourself so at the time you're ready to leave, you put the remaining tasks at hand on your desk to do the next day. so when you're talking to your boss and he's asking you about the status of the same thing that, last night, before i left work i told him my status on, and i tell him my status, he says in a why the hell don't you don't you do this voice, "well, why don't you that then?"

well, sean, that's what i told you i had planned to do. i just ignored it and said, "all right!" i've just found that there's no reasoning with him, and the more i get frustrated and try to get things accross to him, it just makes the situation worse and after all is said and done, no matter how i explain it, raise money to have a discovery channel special on a point i'm trying to get accross to him, he says, "well, what do you want me to do?"

word up, mike! yes, good to hear from you, this sunday, man! if not, this tuesday! duey owes me $60, which is now going into the funds of, giving mike money to use his new legal priviledge to purchase alcoholic beverages. then, there's smackdown, baby! so anyway, time to put some real work in...hehehehe!!! word. mike, if you read this before i or you call each other, give me a call, or i'll call you.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:09 PM

Tuesday, January 29, 2002 get you!

man, this day! phone and work wise, this day is a breeze. boss & "one" clientwise has really brought this great day to a screeching halt. i'm tired of being the middle man, but no matter how many times i tell the boss this, it fails to make a new wrinkle in his brain. need to look for more places to fax my resume to. any suggestions? i really shouldn't be picky, but i do need internet access along with a boss that will listen to what you have to say. even if they don't do everything you say or ask, at least be open to suggestions and have weekly meetings with the employees, as to just let things off our chests and make the work place a little more enjoyable. not asking too much, am i?

i haight looking for new jobs. well, hopefully, only five more years of working for someone else. at least!!! that's my plan, and i really can't see any other way that i'd enjoy my life. i need to get out of dodge. maybe, i'll join the circus?

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:20 PM

i hope this week's that 80's show, is much better than the pilot. last week's episode was such a disappointment, and i hope that's not an insight of what to look forward to. i'm wondering why people don't see why calling two hours before a scheduled pick-up to cancel a reservation does not require a cancellation fee. being that the driver's are spending a good amount of time to set up their cars and what not. not to mention, that we can't book other reservations that may come in, and we fax them confirmations stating this cancellation policy. i don't know, this is good, stupid stuff happening, sean stopped by but left. for the brief moment that he was here, he was irritating.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:13 PM

greetings! every morning at around 8:00, the main phone at our apartment rings. i don't ever answer it. it's always a solicitation call. well, i'm here at work, wishing i was at a different job. wonder when that other company is going to call me.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:15 PM

Monday, January 28, 2002 get you!

so, all that rain i was fearing earlier, that i thought would ruin my bike ride, hit after i got home and showered and everything. that's good. i love the rain, when i'm somewhere which i don't have to do anything, and i can just sit back and chill. my bike ride went well today, although, the whole way there i kept thinking of turning around (which i did all the way to my work). as i approched my work, i looked towards the south bay area and it looked very cloudy and rainy, so i decided that i would just start heading home, via the beach. i loved the beach today, it was very empty. i looked back, towards the santa monica/malibu direction and it was so nice & clear. i could see the details of the santa monica mountains. i even saw some hikers that i'm just joking about seeing. so, as i keep riding, i start getting very cold so i stop by the rocks and put on my jacket and, since i was getting famished, my peanut butter & jelly sandwich. i sat on the rocks and just ate. people passing by probably thought that i made a lunch and headed for the beach for a nice, beachside meal. well, they're wrong!

i made it home all right, jumped in the car and headed for an office depot. i found one, which happened to be by the k-mart which i need to stop by to return that lamp from last week. had i known this, i would've brought it and killed two birds with one stone. nonetheless, i bought a couple of binders and was looking for those plastic things in the binders which keep the pages from getting all bent up (i don't know what they're called). so i ask an employee (describing the way i just described it), and he says, "yes!" he takes me to an aisle and gives me a pack of, plastic sheet covers. i tell him, "no, not this, it's these plastic things, they keep the papers from getting bent."

he then asks me, "are they black?"

"well, they can be." then we walk to the binder section and show him. he tells me that they only come with the binders. d'oh! this guy was total cool though, so no beef with him. just thought it was kind of funny. well, it looks as if vince is going to wait till smackdown for the nWo. bastard!!!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:44 PM

i'm just wondering why these blogs aren't posting to the page. nWo scheduled to be in the house tonight. hopefully. well, i'll be back, gotta watch some wrasslin'.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:37 PM

what is it about solicitation, that they don't understand, "i'm not interested" or "i don't have money"? i'm just wondering because everytime i get solicitated on, the phone calls go for a while with them offering me new deals and me repeating those statements. why don't i just hang up? because it's usually while talking to credit card companies and i'm waiting for a response or to ask them a question. i need to buy school supplies. b'back.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:02 PM

just here, wondering why the heck the previous blog isn't posting.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:04 PM

welcome, to today's edition of "this is my dream last night".

i was at a shopping center and there was this polynesian guy who kept staring at me and following me around. i looked at him and told him to back off or i'd punch him. i then head to the pet store where i'm getting a feeding dispenser for my pet. i head towards the guinea pigs and the one guinea pig stands on his legs, stretches his arms up and lets his teeth show and is snarling at me. i wonder what the heck and head towards the register. all this cockatiel's flying all around me, attacking me. i get to the register, about to ask the owner how much this food dispenser was, but he's on the phone. so i place it on the counter and look off yonder. he then gets off the phone and before i could ask him, he rings it up and total is like $10.72. i could've said, i just wanted to know the price, but i paid for it anyway. i walk outside and who's there? polynesian peter. i say to him, "look, you better stop following me or i'll punch you!"

he looks at me and says, "i...uh...i...we..." this goes on for a couple of minutes and i yell at him saying stuff like, "what? can't you talk? what the heck?" and after a loong time, he finally comes through and says, "we have a limo booked this weekend with you guys and am just confirming the reservation."

i get very upset and say, "why the hell don't you just call up? we'll call you on thursday or so to confirm it. and how do you know who i am?"

bizarre!!! anyway, at that point i woke up and headed to the bathroom and came back but couldn't sleep. i was thinking about that guy and how he found me. what they heck, huh?

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:54 PM

Sunday, January 27, 2002 get you!

is it safe?

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:36 PM

i've got a reputation for falling deeply in love with girls whom i am interested in. which is rare, being that i'm very selective with girls i like. but there have been possibly three girls total. i mean there have been lots which i have been infatuated with, but there have only been three true loves. or should i say, deeper infatuations. the whole thing, which i've come to realize, that i get into, is that i haight the average male. i haight everything there is about men and how they mistreat & manipulate women. the most painful part of being in love (or not in love, in my case, but deep infatuation) is that i just don't want them to end up with someone like that. guys taking advantage of them. or falling for the wrong person and living the rest of their life in a torturous love situation. i hear everyday, of guys shooting their girlfriends and that kind of crap, and i can't fathom the reality of the world and someone that i care so much for, being in that predicament.

at the moment, i am watching american graffiti and carol is, by far, the coolest girl ever. what i don't like about relationships is how sex is considered an automatic part of a relationship. that sucks, being that in any relationship, they have the sex, but two months down the line, it doesn't work out and they break up. if she happened to get pregnant, that's one unwanted child in the world. a child, which has to suffer for your stupid judgement on how you thought to live your life.

which brings me to the subject of "seinfeld". this was the most poplular show in america, and i do like that show, except for one part of it. their constant need for sex. without that, the show ruled. other than that, they are the epitome of what's wrong with america. in their run, as a sitcom, they have each, had sex with numerous people and they pull it off as something that doesn't mean a thing. which sucks! i don't know what gets me more. that the show made millions promoting that type of behavior or that, that's a true part of reality, that goes on everyday. all these hollywood stars want to make a better world and yet, they promote this type of crap on their shows? what's wrong with the world?

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:36 PM

ladies and gentleman. brett, as you know him, is heading into unknown territory. i'm about 150 pages till the end of "mick foley's - have a nice day". that's not where i'm headed. where i'm headed, is i'm planning on reading jack kerouac's "on the road". what's wrong with that? well, it's the first time ever, in my life, where i'll be reading a book that i've already read. i'm pretty excited, actually. which, i think, is good because it's making me read double time on this mick foley book. well i'm outs. right now i've got this on the picturebox. peace

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:23 PM

as i looked through the window of my bedroom out onto the road, it looked as if it had stopped raining. i checked the clock and it was five pm, i wanted to go get that fallafel before it got dark & cold, so i headed out. as soon as i started off, it started raining. d'oh! being that the nieghbors were outside, i didn't want to head back in and show my weakness, so i headed on. it wasn't raining too hard, more of a drizzle, but nonetheless, it was cold. i made it to daphne's greek cafe and it was closed. just kidding! i got the fallafel meal and headed home. it was now getting dark but wasn't too cold. lesson of the day is, that was a very good, well-deserved fallafel. thumbs up, yo!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:49 PM

after waiting this whole day, deciding whether or not i should ride my bike to work to work out in the gym, i'm glad the result was not to. as i type this, looking out to the street, i am greeted by the sight of rain. which, if i did go to work out, i'd be riding back right now, catching pneumonia. rather, i'm doing a workout here in my bedroom. i'm done now and am currently watching the telly and stretching.

also, i'm thinking of either making something for dinner, or ride my bike down, once the rain stops, to the greek restaurant and pick up some fallafel. hopefully, this place, which i've never been to before, has a good greek sauce to accompany the fallafel. it better! the mediterranean place at the mall down the street lacks that and, as a result, is the dryest non-pleasing fallafel sandwich ever. if this place is somewhat affordable, maybe i'll pick up some hummus, also. (finger's crossed) tonight, there is a george lucas biography on a & e, which i'm thinking, whether or not i want to watch or not. there was something else i was planning on watching tonight but can't think of it right now. maybe that was it?

i need to pick-up more dressing, also, for some salad face. so, i hope i get some rest tonight as tomorrow, i will wake up at 7:00 am, eat some breakfast, ride to work, work out, jump in the jacuzzi, then jump in the sauna, shower, and head back home to shower again, and get ready for some, monay night "raw is war", where we should be seeing, the likes of which we'll never forget. to the tune of the n.w.o.! baby!!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:40 PM

Saturday, January 26, 2002 get you!

picturebox: se7en

after all these years of loving this movie, i've finally rented it. i watched this back in '96, loved it, but never watched it again. i have no idea why. i saw part of it last year on tv, about 20 minutes of it. i get to see my boy pitt, with sommerset. good deal!! i just hope that i can sit through morgan freeman's typing.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:02 PM

i have a feeling that i'm going to be getting off really early today. i'm stuck in a tight spot though. i forgot (i woke up late) to bring laundry to work to do it. i have several choices of what to do once i get off. first, i could go home and do stuff. second, go home and take apart halogen lamp which i purchased earlier this week from k-mart. then take it back to k-mart and return it because it sucks. 18thly, i could go home get my laundry, come back here, throw them in and hop in the hot tub. hmmm..., whatever the case may be, my eyes are really sore right now, feels like they've been running and working out and they need a massage. or maybe a punch.

i e-mailed my resume yesterday to trw, so now is the part where i sit back and wait for a response. i looked on the kiaser home page for job listings and it's very difficult to look through. i mean, first off, i don't have a clue to what type of jobs they have there, and i look through their site and i'm all a mess. i don't know, maybe i should pay more attention to what i'm reading on there. whatever! my nose is very runny today. maybe that's why my eyes are sore...what?

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:47 PM

either i just double posted, or there's a glitch in the matrix.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:27 PM

jukebox: alkaline trio - private eye

by what you read on this blogger with what's playing on my jukebox, you've probably been thinking that i've only got five cd's. alkaline trio, hey mercedes, saves the day, vagrant america: 8.17.01, & eminem. the fact of the matter is, that is all i have. just kidding, their the only ones that i find i enjoy listening to recently. probably in a couple of weeks i'll remember to bring other into work, or i'll just get bored with these ones. since i took so long with those links above, i'm now not in the mood to blog. gotta work, read some & then maybe i'll be back on later. i was sleeping this morning when my alarm clock went off and on the radio station, it was a preview of stephen king's new movie (tv). so in my dream, we were the characters and now i think i want to watch it.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:24 PM

greetings from ireland. funny, how i'm now blogging from ireland when just a couple of hours ago, i was blogging from california. anyway, i'm watching clerks animated and being really tired, but my friend brandy is having trouble leaving. maybe a good punch to the head will speed things up. hehehehehe (evil laugh). now, where did i put that dowel? i need to find some board game compadres. i haven't played one forever. last time i played was scrabble, at neil's place in hawaii a couple of years ago. from what i remember, it was a fun game.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:05 AM

it seems that i have skipped over january of last year. i'll have to get back to you on that!!! muhahahahhahahahaha!!!!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:02 AM

Friday, January 25, 2002 get you!

i just had dinner. i made pasta and, well, it's more of a italian cuisine. i made a baguette (toasted) with olive oil & garlic to dip. and the pasta which included: olive oil, garlic, mushrooms and sun dried tomatoes. and last but not least, mandy merlot. ever faithful. pasta was dice, except, i wanted to use angel hair pasta (which i thought i had), but instead had to use, dreadlock pasta. (get it? dreadlock rasta? and it wasn't angel hair, but regular? blue taurus?). anyway, i was stuck on a decision of what to watch tonight and luckily for me, the net is on.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:21 PM

i just got back and been thinking. you know, whenever i go to anywhere, this time in particular, the gas station, it's always empty while i'm heading to it, but as soon as i get there, it's full, or just starting to fill up. not my tank, but the amount of people/cars at the gas station. like, it's totally empty, maybe one or two cars, and as i'm waiting in the turn lane, forty billion cars turn in. i don't know if this is funny or irritating. one thing that's not irritating it that tomorrow is the first time i already have quarters for the wash. it's usually a mess with me trying to get quarters but not this time. the anti-quarter demon has left the building. on to bigger and better stuff. like what i'm going to watch tonight. i want to watch a new movie, but i do not want to watch momento, due to the fact that i do not want to be paying attention too much to a movie. tonight at least.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:41 PM

i'm really bored at work, waiting for the boss (not bruce springsteen) to call, so i can then transfer the lines to his place and get the heck out of dodge, via a toyota. i will then go to longs to purchase a toothbrush, because k-mart, for some reason, has had a shortage on them since christmas. i think a ton of kids received toothbrushes for christmas, which is good. i love brushing my teeth. i never used to but i'm joe mouth hygiene man now. i floss only once a day, but i brush and mouthwash at least three times a day. and i've just recently discovered, angled, small, soft-bristled toothbrushes. i spend about five minutes brushing my teeth, giving each tooth, a well deserved, individual scrub. then after all is said and done...you never walk, you never run...what?...i mouth wash, vigorously, for thirty seconds with my cool-mint listerine. after that, i'm ready to...watch tv.

anyway, in a continuing effort to blog this past years events (which now will be in no particular order, because that's how my brain works.) i will think of the next event of my life. which is nothing, i'm blank right now. that's what happens when you spend all that time talking plugging for dentist everywhere.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:47 PM

picturebox: royal rumble '02 - the dudley boyz vs. tag team champs - tazz & spike dudley

i've been thinking about this recently. you know how people, who have grown up in the punk rawk scene, we spend lots and lots of time with music. we like all types of music from the dawning of time, until now, and no one in the scene (mostly) don't like popular music now-a-days. we know music, and being that bands like, disturbed, staind, limp bizkit, kid rock (and these are in no particular order, because they all suck), are the wave now-a-days, and none of us like them, you'd catch a hint from people who like the music. i don't know, moron's run the earth, i'm outs, kanuks is online.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:08 AM

Thursday, January 24, 2002 get you!

picturebox: simpsons - chateau maison

bunch of good news. first off, the n.w.o., has made it's way to the wwf. secondly, mike's 21st is coming up. i need to buy him a beer. but being his 21st, i'll probably give him the money to buy it. clever, huh? we're still trying to get hooked up for, this, but either way, we're going. hopefully, with asnan. that guy rules! what else? hmmmm...slipped my mind...it was on the baby kangaroo!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:13 PM

on a plus side, i just paid off two of my cards.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:57 PM

i'm reading my current issue of rollingstone, and i'm realizing, for a magazine that started off as a rock mag, and it being an entertainment mag, they suck sooooooooo badly at music nowadays. they're pretty good at entertainment though. they have this feature in this issue entitled, "the next 10 artist to watch". just looking through it, i have no interest, whatsoever. i'll read it tomorrow, to see if i'm wrong. but i think i'm right. you know, rollingstone, you should hire people who know music.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:55 PM

journalism, especially in entertainment magazine's, has gone down the tubes. no one's original anymore. if i see one more jesse ventura aritcle, referencing a wrestling term (in this months rollingstone issue, "jesse slams ashcroft"), i'm going to blow. that's just like that aforementioned, no doubt article. moby, made a cool comment in this issue, about a stray cat which he pet and it bit him. he said, "although i'm still a vegan, i will definitely eat this cat if i see it again."

and on that, i mentioned earlier on a trip to vegas, last february, for no way out!, but did not say anything else and just babbled about march. i feel i should mention it because it was a special occassion.

the night before, duey and i, as well as mike and his boyz, slept at dave's place. we left, the next morning, for the drive to vegas. the fastest i've ever gotten there, due to the very great driving of dave, clocking us in at a whopping four hours. good deal!!! the drive up was fun, we listened to the best of the phil hendrie show, and a lot (and i do mean a lot) of phish. there was some ween and other's thrown in, and of course, wwf cd's. if you're ever on a road trip, phil hendrie is the thing to listen to. you could possibly catch his show, being that it broadcast nationwide. so we arrive in vegas, head to the thomas & mack center, to grab our tickets waiting for us there. We get it, we're stoked. we, then, head to the luxor hotel, to eat a pharoahs buffet. this $7.95 (i think) buffet, was exquisite.

i should say now that the rock does this thing with pie. he says stuff like, "do you like..pie?" so anyway, mike and dave walk to the dessert area. now this dessert area, had about three or four levels, full of slices of cakes and pies. there was one worker behind it, whose job was to keep the dessert place stocked. mike and dave, walk up to the dessert area, looking through the levels of pies d cakes, and asks the dessert lady, "do you have...pie?"

the lady's face was too funny as she looked at them and then looked over the vast display of cakes and pies that surrounded her, confused on what type of reply to say, being that, they were looking through all these, to ask her, said question. i happened to be approaching, at that time, to the cheesecake section of that area, heard that, and started rolling. mike, then said, "oh, i meant cheesecake." oh my gosh!!! i could not stop laughing for a while. jeff, still likes that story. that story is actually why i wanted to blog this.

so, after this, gambling george (aka, duey), is trying to win money. we leave and head back to the center. it starts raining and we see all the wrestlers walk in. actually, they were just fans dressed as wrestlers. funniest one was, the hardy boyz. why was that funny? because they weren't even scheduled to wrestle that night. we get in, and we separate, because of ticketmaster, and their stupid being, we ended up getting separate tickets. no probs.

great show! this is the list of the matches at this event. the voted best match of the year, triple h. vs. stone cold steve austin, in a two-out-of-three falls match, took place here. along with a great match featuring, stephanie mcmahon helmsley vs. trish stratus.

i waited the whole event to hear the rock say, "finally, the rock has come back...to las vegas" but no dice. i at least wanted a good interview, but what do i get? "tick tock, tick tock, kurt angle...your time, as wwf champion...is over."

well, good match nonetheless.

after the event, i needed to get a shirt, to mark this glorious occassion. the ride home was rainy. duey and mike, crashed pretty quickly. i stayed up for some, i wanted to keep dave company. but no dice, i kept dozing off, but stayed up most of the way. as soon as we got on the 101 north, when we got into l.a., i just knocked out. woke up at dave's place. since, duey was driving home and duey just had a kajillion hours sleep, we went home. the ride home was long, due to the rain, i think it took about six or seven hours. it was fun though. we just can't wait till february 5th, which is smackdown at the staples center. as mentioned before, i would rather it be at the anaheim pond. more layed back and...brett, you already told us about this.

i'm watching the news right now and they're showing a party for the release of michael jordan's new shoes. $200? no thanks!!! first off, it's nike. secondly, if it's not europe, i won't pay more than $25 (which is the current price of chuck taylor's), or if they're skate shoes, i'll spend maybe $80. the michael jordan's come in a dice case but too bad it has his logo on it. not only that, they were talking to that they showed someone, but showed this guy's name. and when they showed this guy, they showed this guy's name. and then when they showed, this guy, they had nothing.

ps: mariah carey, got dropped from her label. they gave her a ton of money and dropped her. so, she's looking for another "major label" to release her. major labels suck like that. d.i.y. baby!!! well, i don't like her anyway.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:26 PM

picturebox: the simpsons - not sure yet. i'm actually in limbo between the drew carey show & the simpsons

boss came into work today, did idiotic things. i got upset, but i'm good now so this is a happy blog. if he upsets me tomorrow, i'll talk about the bad things. anyway, i can't think of a thing right now so bye!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:29 PM

Wednesday, January 23, 2002 get you!

jukebox: bob nanna - just like heaven

sitting, waiting, growing a beard, waiting to go. i need to pick-up milk on the way home, as to make use of my simpson's cereal. we're having dinner at angela's place tonight. dice, that means no cooking, get home, shower, go to bed. hopefully. i need something new to watch to go to sleep tonight. sheep's are still on vacation, maybe i can borrow some camels. that 80's show, premieres tonight. still not sure as what to think about it, but it's from the same people who haven't disappointed me yet. let's hope that their reputations are upheld after tonight. hmmm...in the east coast, they've already seen it. my neck is sore but not my back. or is it?

april, this past year, as far as i can remember up to this point, was a pretty chill month. may, hmmm...not sure, i'm actually really bored at work and very tired so i don't have my thinking cap on. i, in fact, have on my trusty new deal beanie on. i got this beanie from a one, heather manto, circa. 1994 or 1995. someone left it in her car she said i could have it. i've been wearing it ever since. it's really stretched out, so i have a rubberband to make it tighter. it works. i love this beanie because it fits so perfect, it's sort of sentimental, and it's probably the one thing i use the most that i've had that long. i usually lose things pretty fast. so, i'm very impressed. good job, brett!!!

jukebox: jimmy eat world - for me this is heaven

there were several songs which have passed since i first started this blog but felt i should post this so i could have two songs with "heaven" in their titles. hehehe, clever one, eh? how's that working for you? what? being clever...all right, i'm going to attempt to leave now. wish me luck. peace.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:33 PM

what's the best part of the day? it's when there's no calls at work, absolutely no calls for the past hour or so. you then decide to make something to eat. right when you're about to eat a call comes in (one that you can't just get rid of), take the reservation, while another call comes in (regarding a fax), you fax that out, while yet another call comes in. that's grand!

somethings wrong with my webpage also. my blog is not loading up right. what could it be? hmmm...

i wish i had this blog here this past year. lots of good (and bad) things happened. lots of wrestling events, one of which, we drove to vegas for no way out!, which is also, the next pay-per-view. march was complete with a trip to omaha, where jeff, kevin and i drove to chicago to see =w=, the get-up kids and ozma at the aragon theatre. you may remember that theatre from such performances as green day - jaded in chicago. that also happens to be where, courtney "stitch" love, met kurdt. i wish that nirvana had skipped past chicago. that would've been for the better. if you know what i mean.

funny thing about this chicago trip, kevin needed to be back the next day, as he had some paper to write for school. he offered to drive back (since he slept the whole eight hours up there), if we were tired. i wanted to stay the night in chicago and hang out the next day but... we got there, kevin decides to walk around (in the freezing cold of chicago spring) with just a t-shirt. that was too funny. after the show was done, we head to the dreaded mcdonalds (it was the only place around there) and get some fries and coffee. i should make this blog with pics but they're at home. maybe i'll do that later. so we all take turns driving back and when we couldn't drive anymore, kev took over. he didn't know how to drive stick so i pulled into the "biggest truck stop in the world" (which is in iowa), and give him a "crash course". he picked up really fast, well, all he needed to do was get on the interstate and that's it. he drove a good 1/2 hour. then jeff took over, we pulled into some parking lot, which i think was at a holiday inn, to sleep in the parking lot. it was all right, considering we were surrounded by snow. so, jeff woke up and drove the rest back. the thing that sucked is, i like long drives and wish i could've stayed up the whole way back.

then, a couple of days later, jeff and i went to the omaha steaks, i mean zoo. the whole purpose of that was basically, we had nothing to do and secondly, i've been dying to see this okape live. which is an ugly creature. it's some horse/llama thing with zebra pants. you think i'm kidding, but they know...mofo was nowhere to be seen. it was a cool zoo nonetheless. the rainforest was exquisite. the polar bear was boring. i wanted it to swim but no dice!!! he kept walking back and forth. i was hoping to see it slip in. (that's not nice). but we did chase a peacock which did slip. he didn't tumble or anything, but it did that slip and regain balance deal. it was very funny.

where was i, oh yeah, the next day, we drove down to kansas city for yet another =w=, get-up kids, ozma show. this one was great. the get-up kids at least rocked. luckily too, we were by the cool kids. and by that i mean the ones there to rock. not just stand around and nod heads. as i blog this, i am now going to blog, periodically, of this past year, as to make up for lost blogging time.

i get back to los angeles for yet another =w=, get-up kids, ozma, show. this one was at the hollywood palladium. which was a ridiculous event, being that the show started at 6:00 pm, on a friday, in los angeles. we got there just before six, only to see a kajillion people lined up outside. no one was moving so we chill across the street, once we got our break, we ran across the street. the whole hold-up was that they were metal detecting everybody and basically all you could take in were your ticket and wallet. no watches, no studded belts, no cigarettes, no lighters... so we got in and cruised for the same show. the get-up kids played cheap tricks, surrender. which was dice!!! so that was march. i need to finish up work here to head out so i'll be back on later. peace!!!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:28 PM

i guess the downside to waking up early and working out, before coming to work, is that you get tired during the day. maybe, this is just because i'm not used to it? hmmm, we'll have to wait and see. only one cat walked by the window today. i just installed the lighting fixture, by myself. i did the other one, with sean, but the fixture was physically crooked so he had to return it. that one was a lot harder to put up, with his help, because you know how when you're doing something for the first time and you just need to look at things in a new view and try to see what to do? well, that's always hard when you have someone, who has even less of an idea of what to do that you, coaching you along the way.

kind of like previous roommate. that always bugs me. especially this one time. i had just bought some speakers and was getting the monster cables (wires?) ready to connect from the speakers to the receiver. so, i'm about to cut the wires and said roommate asks me if i know how to cut wires. i tell him that i do, but he still insists on coaching me step by step and even took it from me, to show me how to do it.

that's very irritating. anyway, we're not roommates anymore, and i'm glad. joe "a lot of talk and not enough follow through" is on his own, and i think i'm better off this way.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:00 PM

i just worked out. this working before work thing is a good deal. i mean, after work now i just go home. i get all this stuff out of the way. dice!!! there weren't too many people there also, although one of the guys there kind of cramped my style. you know how you're on a station, about to finish your last set and planning on jumping over, and just as you start your last set, jabrone jumps on that machine. anyway, good thing was, as i approached the gym, the pool guy (jacuzzi guy) just left and i was the fist guy there, so i got first dibs on a clean jacuzzi. very dice!!! anyway, i'm here and in a very good mood, and i have an apple muffin. talk to you later. peace!!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:02 PM

read this. very funny stuff.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:40 AM

Tuesday, January 22, 2002 get you!

jukebox: complete silence

i sent out the bills, doing laundry and about to clock in. sit back and enjoy yet another day of, work at paramount limousine. got some orders here to put in and fax out confirmations for and laundry e.t.a., 20 minutes. for some reason i left my cd wallet in the car, which i will pick up on the way to pick up the laundry. really don't know what to blog right now so i'll be back later. peace

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:54 AM

Monday, January 21, 2002 get you!

i was heading on the 105 east. on the on ramp, the two lanes merge into one. i'm going a good speed, keeping up with the other cars and since the other lane merges into mine, i look in the rear view mirror and to the back to see if any car is there. i do notice a car, about 40-50 feet behind me, no threat, so i keep going. i look into the rear view again (at this point the lane is one), and the guy, who i noticed 40-50 feet behind me, is speeding up and pulls on the side, as to pass me on the right side. i'm still going and he's not pulling back and he darts forward. this is ridiculous, i mean, if i was driving at a very slow pace and there was still the two lane room, i could easily understand his move. but as it occured, this guy was an idiot. i started tailling him and honking and giving him the finger for about 1/2 mile, then as soon as i get the chance, i jumped lanes and pulled right in front of him.

i start braking, as to piss him off, maybe teaching him a lesson of not being an idiot. he then switches lanes and takes off. boy, this guy made my night. i'm a very tolerant driver but what gets me, is people like him, who put other peoples lives in jeopardy. i know i did not better by tailling him and pulling in front of him, but i did check the lanes to make sure it was all right. i really needed to get this off my chest.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:16 PM

i had a really wierd dream last night. i was at jeff's graduation. it was a wierd hotel that was sort of like dave's house, blended with an old time bed in breakfast type home with a theatre, which are all resembling something that would be located on main street at disneyland. so, i don't konw what the whole deal was but, from what i remember, i was ironing clothes to wear, jeff folks werer watching a movie in the theatre, all this stuff was going on. then at one point, kai, daniel and i was standing outside, looking at built to spill, on the roof playing fly around my pretty little miss, and i was just telling them about how that song sounds like it should be on scooby doo, during the chase scenes, when my phone rang and woke up.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:37 AM

for some peculiar reason, the pull string to turn on my light is stuck and i've broke the string so it's half there. this apartment is falling apart slowly. i need to get a lamp tomorrow. some more money wasted.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:14 AM

picturebox: royal rumble

so far it's aite's. i watched two matches but mike said that i will love the rest. not including this jazz vs. trish match, which, by looking at it, doesn't even look all that impresive. jazz is way to mad. she should take some anger management classes. i'm not sure exactly, but i noticed a sign in the front that said, "you suck" (very clever), and one of the wokers took the sign away.

so, after that, mike and i went to ralphs to get food and for some reason i saw this blue prelude that was very dull and ugly and i couldn't stop laughing for the life of me. went inside, set up a bag of tortilla chips surrounded by two bottles of wine and then decided to go to albertson's, for the deals.

we get to albertson's and there's shopping carts all over the lot, so we start weaving. we thought that the street cleaning guy sets that up for fun, or maybe he has a game with the neighboring, rival street cleaners. hehehe. we get the food and head back to dave's. lucky guys are going up to berkely tomorrow. we watched american pie 2, which i have lots of problems with, i'll probably get into later, but i rather enjoyed this viewing of it. i found some new funny parts (at least it was funny to me). well, the good matches are starting so i'll be back on later. peace!!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:57 AM

Sunday, January 20, 2002 get you!

i feel sick. my face is all weird and my body is painful, behind my eyes feel tight and dry (if you can imagine what that feels like), and my face feels like rubber. i don't know, i didn't feel like this till i arrived at work and got out of the car. what the heck? well, i'm drinking lots and lots of water. speaking of, once i get that check tomorrow, i need to get some groceries. i'm down to the last gallon of water, and i can't "bear" to be without it. i also wish the water coming out of the bathroom sink wouldn't smell so bad. i also need to get a good mop. the one we have is good, if you only have...forget it, it sucks. it's so hard to mop with it, it's much easier if you just get a sponge and wipe the floor down by hand. which is why i don't mop too often. but tomorrow, i also have to stop by the dreaded k-mart to purchase bathroom cleaning supplies. as our bathroom is getting ridiculously, out-of-control. this k-mart i haight going to. it's so ridiculous. i mean i go to a line with three people in it, and i'm seriously there for about 20-25 minutes.

i should also mention, that i have the worst choice in picking lines. what do i mean? well, i usually pick lines with someone getting a rain check, some old person counting change, people getting price checks, old person still looking for exact change, swearing that he has three pennies in there somewhere.

on thing about the k-mart deal that bugs me is that there are price scanners all over the store, which does come in handy, being that the items on the shelves are never in the right place, nor are the prices even labeled. so anyway, you might be asking yourself, "gee, brett, why do you still go there?"

good question, because wal-mart is in the far end of the valley, which is a good hour drive, while k-mart is right down the road from work. also, it's cheap, so until i find another store to fulfill my needs, i'm going to have to go there.

hey, i just had an epiphany. by our place, well, more down like about a 20 minute drive, is a k-mart. hmmm...would that help me out more? have to wait and see.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:25 PM

is anyone else excited about tonight? royal rumble, this looks very promising and we're all excited, aren't we? well, i'm at works now, just cleaned out all the years worth of garbage and empty water bottles. do you know how much garbage was in there? a thirty-two gallon trash can worth. well, in my defense, there was a lot of empty water gallons in my car, so that took up half of it. fast food is bad. i guess health wise but also trash wise.

well, time to "work". hehehehe, i'll be here all week. actually, i'm off tomorrow, but i'm going to be here to pick up my check, do my laundry, and hit the gym.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:27 PM

picturebox: the strokes - that song they have a video for

if their music doesn't put you to sleep, their performance will.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:34 AM

Saturday, January 19, 2002 get you!

i just got back from the store where, in front while i walked out, there were three teenagers smoking cigarettes. they said something while i walked by, i guess they were trying to be funny, but really wasn't. point being? well, i get a lot of prank calls at work which, i'm a big fan of prank calls, as long as they're funny. these people though, have no clue at all. i don't know if i blogged about this before so, if i have, bare with me. but calling up and using tons of profanity, that's not offensive, that's uncreative. hanging up on the person when you're cornered, that's admitting defeat. here's some clues. one prank call we used to do is (and i'm not saying this is nice but we were in high school), find two couples in the phone book. let's say one is named frank & annette hudson and the other jolene & curtis walker. the guy will call frank and say,

"hi, i'm looking for annette, she left her underwear here the other night and just wanted to see if she knew. could you have her call me, my name is curtis at, (808) 555-jerk." (of couse you insert the real number of the other party)

and then get the girl to call the other number. once we called back and the line was busy. well you see what i'm getting at?

also, we have a phone line at our place which i don't use, simply for the fact that i can barely hear it from my room, and even, if i do hear it, it's on the other side of the apartment. i, also, never give out that number so it's never for me but when i'm unfortunate enough to be in the same room as the phone and do answer it, it's solicitation.

"what are you getting at, brett?"

well, knumbnuts, whenever the phone rings, it rings extensively. i.e. the other day i'm cooking dinner and the phone rings. i don't answer it, swear to god, the phone rings 20 times. i get mad, i pick up the phone and say, "f*%ker, if no one answers by this time either they don't have an answering machine, no ones home or they are and don't want to answer!!!" i think they hung up. who in their right mind lets the phone ring that many times? i should've *69'd them, but i can't afford that much cents more a month. hmmm...that was the last call, hence, i could do it now and get them, but my emotions aren't as hot as it was then. oh well!!! for some reason too, right now at albertson's, it's college night or something. i walked by the alcohol aisle and the whole aisle is full of girls. what the heck, huh? well, after running into the fred durst clan outside, i'm assuming they're with jerks like them so i wouldn't give them the time of day.

speaking of, have you checked the buddyhead gossip page recently? coolest thing ever, fred durst got pie'd. lol!!! love that dude who did it. he does not know how many people, around the globe, he made happy. props to you. i'll talk to you later, i've got to watch, excess.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:13 PM

sean apologized to me about how he acted earlier. nonetheless, right now i'm getting my resume together for my brother to look at. soon as that's done, i will e-mail it to the trw - credit union. dice. i also have some cookies here from my grandma which are total bomb. she makes really great cookies and besides that, she has a new concoction known as a snickers cookie, which i could eat forever. i've never tasted such a great cookie.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:47 PM

waiting for the final call to get off of work!!! where's that foreman to pull the birds tail? i've got to remember to tape that triple h & austin vs. booker t. & kurt angle match tonight on excess. clumsy me forgot to hit record during that match, which, by the way was a great match. austin, was pretty funny. he kept doing moves and then looking at triple h. i could go for some italian food tonight but, unfortunately, i have no robert deneiro, so that'll have to wait until i have some cash. if only these bills would stop coming in. i should just hide them so i don't have to pay them. hehehe. evil companies. why do i get stuck with the companies who expect you to pay for their services? what a jip. everybody's always expecting something for their services. i've got some reading to do tonight and hopefully, i'll have everything done by ten of the clock so i can sit back and relax to the wresling news show, wwf excess. peace.

ps. sah!!!! (clawed hand violently pulling down the jaw) you know the deal

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:49 PM

jukebox: telephone - every idiot in los angeles

within one hour, i've managed to have every phone call to be some idiot. first off, sean, wasn't home when i got in, so his wife tells me of these jobs i got faxed over. she tells me that one of them is for another company that we have to give the job to. i asked her if sean has mentioned the rates or collection procedures and she wasn't sure. i said i'd call them and talk to them. i should let you know right now, sean, knows for a fact that i don't like talking with that company, as it's runned by a bunch of idiots. so i call and ask them if they have that car still available and they tell me yes. i say that i'm going to fax over the order but am not sure about the rate or how they will collect for the job, so i will get back to them later. i should also mention now that sean's wife said that he would not be back until around three pm. i did not want to sit around and wait to be stuck with it later so i took action.

sean, calls and talks to me about that. i told him i faxed them the information but nothing about the rates or anything. he says i shouldn't have done that. i say he should've left that information with his wife, what else was i to do. well being sean, everything i do is wrong. he tells me the rate that he's willing to pay the other company for this job, so find out if it's okay and if it is, then give them the credit card info, have them collect it, and then pay us the balance as commission. i do, they agree, i fax the new confirmation complete with rates and credit card information. i then call them to say, look that confirmation over and if you have any questions, call us back and if not, just sign it and fax it back.

moron, then goes into this speech about their policy and wondering if they're collecting for this or if we are and then billing them. i tell him, "look, why don't you go to the fax, look at the fax, then, if you have any questions, call me back, if not, sign it and fax back."

music express, had us hold a car for them for the stupid golden globe awards tomorrow. they still have not yet informed us what job we're doing, and as we're putting together tomorrow's schedule, i call them to get an update. carlos, the guy in charge, is not in, so i ask to speak to someone else about it. he said i could talk to him. he tells me that if we have not been informed about anything yet, then we're not needed as, carlos already took care of everything. i ask him when the hell anybody was going to tell us about that and that we've been getting calls for the car tomorrow and we've been turning it down because of that. bastard tells me (in a voice saying, you guys are a bunch of idiots way), "well, why don't you just book those reservations?"

"because we promised you guys that car. where's carlos?"

"he's not in till monday."

"leave him a message to call me on monday.

then sean calls and ask me who i spoke to there, i say i don't know but i asked to speak with someone in charge and he said he is. sean, then tells me to call back and speak to a manager. i ask him why because i already did and i got that guy. he still seems to think that i should've gotten the name of the person, like if i did, this whole situation could've been avoided.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:58 PM

Friday, January 18, 2002 get you!

d'oh!!! what up yo? i'm about to go to sleep, reading this mick foley book. dang, this is great! just at the part where it shows how eric bischoff has no clue as what to do, and is currently, bringing down the company. i'm so hungry but don't want to eat right before bed. oh, the horror. i need a good dream tonight. to compensate for the idiotic ones i've been having.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:38 PM

picturebox: about the watch the simpsons

i may have said before that i was going to boycott, black hawk down. due to recent events, i have found out that none other than ewan mcgregor is in the movie. hence, he is always in good movies, hence, i might have to watch this one. damn, you bruckheimer. i'm just going to keep typing until the simpson's start so i can blog the episode, in case anyone cares. it's the treehouse of horror - iii. so i'm outs. also, carl's jr., has got the worst, most irritating commercials ever.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:30 PM

i just read the rollingstone issue, which i mentioned earlier i was thinking of placing in the toilet, and read the, no doubt feature. they still refer to, tony kanal, as the "ex-boyfriend. man, that was big news (which, by the way, no one needed to know about) six years ago. even back then i didn't care about it. that bugged me so much i stopped reading the article. works good

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:38 PM

Thursday, January 17, 2002 get you!

picturebox: smackdown

good smackdown so far. triple h. is finally wrestling tonight with stone cold vs. kurt angle & booker t. i'm glad jr wasn't there to say, "brass knucks". heading to bed, hopefully, right after this show. i'll see yous tomorrow.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:46 PM

jukebox: hey mercedes - quit

i had a dream last night. it was, for some reason, a continuation of a dream i had last year.

(fade into last year's dream)...

...for some reason, i, killed someone and cut up the body and had it in a duffel bag in my place. i was really scared, you know, being that i killed someone. that's all i remember from that dream

(back to last night's dream)...

...apparently, with this dream, from my last dream, i was with these people when said person was killed. we ditched the body in the oil swamps. (that was a place in my dream, not sure if one exists) we're driving and listening to the radio and on the radio it said that they found body parts in the oil swamps, and we were really scared. it was weird. i just decided to blog this, just in case, dream part three comes sometime, then there's references.

disclaimer: this blog that you've just read, "is just a dream". do not call the authorities on me. it's not real. well, i guess you could call the, dream police

ps. that was a real dream, not just a build up for the cheap trick punchline.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:04 PM

jukebox: saves the day - rocks, tonic, juice, magic (live: vagrant america: 8.17.01)

this day is going rather well. i've got some lunch on the menu which consist of a microwave burrito & ramen. it's my $.35, lunch. how bomb is that? not too mention my 2/$1.00 gallon of water. just remember...i am the game, and you don't want to play me...

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:02 PM

jukebox: keyboard - fingers tapping

i just got to work and just stopped by the grocery store, where i just enlisted in the, "that guy" - club. i thought i had the right amount of change to purchase a pack or totillas only to be short, $.06. not only that, but i also forgot my club card in the car, hence i had to tell the clerk my phone number, which i couldn't think of. d'oh!!! clerk was dice though, as he spotted me the six cents.

so, mick foley, just resigned from wcw, in the chapter i'm reading. tonight is, smackdown and triple h better wrestle tonight. don't spend the whole episode building up tension backstage. hopefully, i predict tonight that the main event, after smackdown opening up with triple h in the ring calling out austin, will be, triple h vs. stone cold. maybe undertaker might take part in it.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:01 PM

yes, mike!! word up. good deal on the amateur night. that must have been fun. i'm probably gonna call you later today. and talk more later. peace out homies.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:35 AM

Wednesday, January 16, 2002 get you!

day is dragging really slow, partly because the boss is here. i wish he would go, but i know that he's here for the long haul. what joy. this past months been really boring, i still need to look for a job. i've been real lazy about that. also, i need to find out about my financial aide. i need to by books. i'm outs

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:28 PM

jukebox: pink floyd, i mean, the anniversary - your majesty-album

as i suspected yesterday. i wanted to work on my blog design all day today, but that irritating thing that my boss does called the "shining", he's here, hence, little blogging and no designing for right now. hopefully though, i get off early tonight. this fax machine is also about to meet, mr. window pretty soon.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:31 PM

it's 9:42 am. i'm thinking if i should go to work soon. reading a little right now, still trying to wake up.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:42 AM

picturebox: good day, l.a.

well, i'ts close. it's 7:20 am, and i'm up. good deal i guess. what's witht this stupid, olympic torch deal? all it is, is triumph stories (a.k.a. hollywood stories) and it's bringing me down, man!!!! also, one of the idiots carrying the torch is, lance, the gayest of the n'sync fag pack. as long as we don't see, fat pig jared, carrying the torch. he should be carrying a, roast beef sandwich.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:26 AM

Tuesday, January 15, 2002 get you!

rock yo face. so i got the, blogger on my ftp, only thing is, i need to get the archives rolling. soon. (evil laugh). hahahahaah

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:52 PM

this is just a test!!!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:31 PM

what up yo? you know what's great about bloggin? you don't lose a pen every five minutes. i carry a notebook, which is like the blog, except i only write in there once a year, but part of that reason is, i can't find a pen. i just found one, but the pen wasn't for my, portable blog, it was to write down some info. i'm scheduled till seven of the clock tonight. weird, i never usually have a set off time. but still, there's 10 for minutes and with this job, a lot can happen in ten minutes and ten minutes can turn into, ten hours. no joke, bro!!! all right, well i'm going to get ready to bail. see you all later. i need to find, bob nanna. he's been gone for a while and i think a, pumpkin muffin, may have ate him.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:49 PM

top 5 things, i hate hearing while answering the phone:

*hi, i'm a good client of yours, we use you all the time. one out of five times they are, but then, it's not necessary that they say that, being that we know them.

*hi, i'm a record producer. or movie producer. anything to do with the entertainment industry. when they start off like that, it makes me, not want to deal with them. usually too, twice so far, when they say that, it's usually credit card fraud, they spend too much time, representing themselves that it just gives it away.

*don't worry, i'll (or my client), will tip your driver well. they're good tippers. we dont' care, as long as you tip the minimum, we're fine. nine out of ten times for this one, they don't tip anything.

*(from the drivers, at or five minutes to a scheduled pick-up, without any prior call from them)uh...brett, traffic is horendous (ridiculous, unbelievable, any adjective to describe out of the ordinary), i left my place about an hour ago, i've been in traffic ever since, i'm still about 1/2 hour away from the pick-up. well thanks for the information. too bad it's too late to do anything other than call the client to let them know you're going to be a half-hour late. you know, i don't care if you left your house, 10 days ago, if you know for a fact, you're in traffic and it's very bad, and you know how much further you have to go, let me know ahead of time.

*(from driver's at time i usually dispatch, or get the schedule ready for the next day). brett, i need off tomorrow from (insert time slot here).

"i can't do that, we're booked up at that time."

"but i have an appointment."

"did you just find out about the appoinment? you need to let us know ahead of time, i can't do anything about the schedule tomorrow."

as you can see, i'm really bored at work right now.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:40 PM

jukebox: alkaline trio - from here to infirmary

i think i'm coming down with the past tense of fly. get it, flu? (elbow nudge) man, you had to be there. anyway, hopefully i'll be sleeping early tonight. that's it for now. i've been at work for over an hour and not one phone call yet!!! very dice!!! my mind is not capable of handling calls right now.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:12 PM

jukebox: guided by voices - don't know what song this is

i'm at work, earlier than ever. i went to sleep early last night at 12:00 am. planned on waking up at 7:00 am, no dice on that, got up at 9:30 am, just in time for the ending of, tom & jerry kids. jerry's not too nice. i mean it was, tom's birthday, tom's owner makes him a cake, which, jerry just runs up to, to take a bite. mind you, jerry wasn't invited. tom, then chases jerry and sends him flying. jerry then starts an army with the ants and they keep going to take, tom's cake. that sucks man!!!! it's his birthday and their trying to snatch his cake. they end up being successful and tom had not even one piece.

then, to reconcile, jerry sends an ant out to give, tom a slice and the ants came out with a sign which said, "happy brithday tom", and they sang that, "for he's a jolly good fellow" song. tom, shed a tear. how nice of, jerry after ruining toms day. if this were real life, that would be harrassment, theft, breaking and entering and in real life, if you rob someone, then give them a dollar in the end, that does not make it all right.

in other news, president bush choked the other day and got roughed up by his glasses or whatever. i'm glad he's all right, i just don't see why all the media attention. he didn't die. then, bush says something about chewing food, and the reporter's start laughing like that was the funniest thing they've ever heard. same thing happened when, bill clinton, got a dog he made front page. who cared about that? slow day in the news i guess.

"hey what's going on today?"

"nothing, mr. president."

"great, i'll choke and knock myself out. get, connie chung."

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:40 AM

Monday, January 14, 2002 get you!

picturebox: triple - h - being angry, flexing muscles

new links up. official site, is currently in progress. keep checking in.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:02 PM

picturebox: raw is war

pretty funny so far. triple h, hasn't flexed muscles yet. still waiting for him to have a wrestling match. gonna go to sleep (or at least try to) right after raw. i've had a full day today and i found my resume. work on that, send it out, and we're good to go. not much, blog power, right now. more tomorrow.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:35 PM

picturebox: miami vice - not sure what episode

it seems that, in this episode, some man is getting revenge for something, whatever the case, he says, "this one's for my son!", but because he was too slow, got killed. very slow, i mean, he was shot twice, before he even got his hand up to where his gun was.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:58 PM

Sunday, January 13, 2002 get you!

picturebox: 411vm - issue#49

nothing going on. just cruising, putting lots of stuff on disc, as i'm getting rid this crappy, windows me. windows me is for kids. i've now got, w2k. soon, i'll be able to have a normal operating system. i've got the, simpson's cereal. very dice. homer's one is great. it cinamin great. it taste like...can't think of anything right now. but bart's isn't that great. it's aite's, it taste like the reese's cereal. but the texture of bart's one, is like, super golden crisp. "can't get enough of super golden crisp..."

this is nonsense. i'm outs. gonna try to sleep. talk to you later. peace.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:44 PM

jukebox: outkast - b.o.b.

blogs back up on, blogspot, due to the unableness of the blog to switch and upload or something, to the, isp. although, i'm stilll putting blame on my, isp. so what to do? roll some heads!!!!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:30 PM

jukebox: wu-tang clan - c.r.e.a.m.

on the way to work, three idiots passed. first one, a lady, turning from my lane to the on ramp. no problem with that, i do, however, have a problem with people not using blinkers. i don't see how it ever seems like a good idea, to not use blinkers. especially, when you're going 45 mph, and all of a sudden, slow down, extremely to turn. on that note, last minute blinkers are just as useless as no blinkers. and on that note, blinkers, when you've already turned, is also not accepted. person number two, as i make my way on the the highway, a guy almost gets hit by me by drifting into my lane. the reason, he was answering his cell phone. i've got no problem with people using cell phones while driving, as long as they're capable of doing so. if your regular driving capabilities are disrupted by phone use, get hands free gear or, "dont' use your phone". third person, .is at a stop sign, doesn't look my way, (i don't have a stop sign i should mention, so i'm driving a comfortable 40 mph), rolls into my lane, i almost hit him, he still makes no sign to acknowledge my being on the road. he doesn't even speed up, he's still going a mere, 10 mph, then finally, he sees the driveway he needs to turn into. i pass him angrily, making eye contact. there shouldn't be road rage classes, they should take all the idiots driving and have them take a class.

now that that's off my chest, on the jukebox: warren g - regulators

it looks as if, warren g, is back with a new album entitled, the return of the regulator. i just hope they're not remixes of, g-funk era.

speaking of, g-funk era, i had a weird dream last night. i was at some big event, i'm not sure if it was a concert or a wrestling event, as both are possible as to events in my dream. so we're back stage, and in the very back, is the truck ramp. we're playing softball there. it's all of us friends from high school, and other, and for some reason, bam margera, was there. so i'm walking to the backstage area and i see, kathy and brian van meerton(sp). i say, "hi!" to them, but they just look at me and pass me angrily, which is funny, because i've always been down with them and i always see them happy. so i'm puzzled. anyway, bam is up to bat, and dwight gooden, is pitching. whatever, so bam's trying to hit, kathy, is up to the top area and yells, "hey!," bam turns angrily, "i want to take a picture, just keep playing and i'll shoot." we all thought, because of who, bam, was, was why she wanted to take the picture, but in actuality, she just wanted, softball footage.

so that's going on outside, i decide to head, inside. jeremy rhode, is handling the accessing, which i pass through. i'm inside, vince mcmahon and ric flair and booker t, walk by and go to their dressing room. which, makes me think it's a wrestling event we're at. but then there's some musician, who's asking about, why all these people are back there. which makes me think it's a concert. anyway, jeremy, keeps letting all these people in, and follows them in, smiling all the time. i thought that was funny. then, said "rockstar", would ask jeremy, what the heck, and jeremy, would wisper something into his ear, and rockstar would be chill.

so all of a sudden, everybody's gone, and we're in an abandoned motel, somewhere, i wake up. i'm just as puzzled as you are.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:05 PM

i just had a thought, hmmm...cypher, is his name. the carnivore, who screwed over everyone. you want a good interview, go here. that thought i just said i had, went out the door. i'm just gonna leave this blog on, so the next spurt of thought, bammmm...you hear. peace out, bro!!!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:43 AM

picturebox: the matrix - take two

no, this is not the second part or anything special. it's just, i started awatching this last night. i'm thinking, what if, neo, never said, "whoah, de ja vu." also, that dude who screwed them up. shows also, how meat is bad for you. well, if he were, vegetarian, i wonder if he would've turn against them?

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:31 AM

dice, i just remembered what i was going to blog about. i had the misfortune of catching, kid rock's thing on vh-1. i'm not sure if it was a, behind the music deal, but whatever the case, they showed pics of, i guess, his hardcore fans with his tattooes on them. after showing that, he said, "man, i see these kids coming to me saying, 'look, i got your tattoo!', and i think, man, i better stay cool, otherwise, i'm gonna ruind these guys lives."

too late for that, dude!!! you ruinded their lives when you released your first album. too bad it's gonna take a, tattoo of yours, and your wasted career to find that out. speaking of, phil hendrie, said it best. bret michaels, had a thing with, pamela anderson, so did tommy lee, and look how their careers went down the tubes. well, i actually want, kid rocks, career to go down so, props out to, pamela.

by the way, i watched the, michael jackson/jackson five reunion thing the other night, and all i have to say is, give it up. that was the worst performance ever. bad dancing, bad performing, bad coreography. i also, don't like reunions. i mean, you get to see your favourite, whatever perform, but it's not them, not them when you liked them. and i don't know why it's such a big thrill. it's not the same.

one thing i can't stand, is lifetime acheivement awards. like for bands. they give them to people, who were big once, couldn't give it up, even when it was all over, so they either go solo, or keep making music as a band, and release 80 million albums, and then they're, outstanding? i don't know. i just watch these things and that's what bugs me. also the crowd bugged me too.

first off, macaulay culkin, being in the crowd, o-town. aaaghghhh!!! if i'm ever at a show with these fools, i'd leave. even if, hey mercedes, was playing.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:15 AM

Saturday, January 12, 2002 get you!

all right, i'm watching a lame twix commercial with, lil' bow-wow. he acts tough, but he's playing an accordian at the end. wow, i'm scared!! simpson's cereal, at albertson's is, 3/$5. they're out of homer's one. but tons of bart's left. need to stop somewhere tomorrow. creed still sucks. i guess, paul westerberg, signed to, vagrant records. how bizarre? so what was i gonna blog about? i, seriously have forgotten, what i was to blog. well this is on my mind right now. blank. peace

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:23 PM

still at work here. i finished laundry, except folding. i'm thinking if i should take a dip in the hot tub tonight. although, it's not really a hot-tub as it is a, warm-tub. that kind of bugs me, i need to find the switch to make it hotter. i might as well stand in the shower with hot water. so, i'm in a long overdue project which is, labelling and organizing and catalogging my video collection. so i watch all my videos, label them, summarize them. then, when that's done, i'm gonna make and invoice for such things as, simpsons, then list all the episode's, and what tape they're on, this way, in fifty years, when i finally finish this project, i'll be able to watch what i want, when i want. i think it'll be fun. why am i telling you this? don't know what else to do. i could fold my laundry, but i'd rather not.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:21 PM

jukebox: alkaline trio - private eye

yes, sheri, a blog. no probs on the law breaking, you get a warning. however, one more time, and you get a check next to your name. if you get three checks, you don't get no recess and you sit in the corner, or maybe clap erasers.

so last night, i almost did not make it home, i was sooooo weak. the last thing i ate, before the ride, was 5 hours previously. what was i thinking? anyway, on the way to work, i saw the northbound 405, and it was a parking lot. cleverly, drove right past the on ramp. went to the next on ramp, which would have a clear lane, all the way to the, 105 west. dice!!!! somethings a mess on the 405. if you reading this, avoid it, although, no one is reading this, that would benefit from that useful information. and on that... we'll be back after these commercials.

so yeah, hopefully, sheri, will be able to help me with this, isp, situation. if anything, it's probably my, isp, they seem to have their heads up their butts recently. i mean, it took them over a month to get me my webspace, which comes with my account, and i had to request it. i don't know. if you're looking for a good book to read, might i suggest this one. it's one of my favorites, given to me by, none other than, this guy. this blog entry is taking much too long, i'm outs.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:41 PM

Friday, January 11, 2002 get you!

argghh, matey!!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:47 PM

jjukebox: hey mercedes - stay six

boss is in, not much blogging right now. my bad.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:35 PM

picturebox: boogie nights

oh, my gosh!!! it's been over three hours since i first tried to go to bed. this is not good. the sheeps are off tonight, probably at a late, new year's party or something. that's sucks. they get vacation pay, while i get, insomnia. well, they're fired. maybe i'll count, camels. why do people count sheep anyway? are they horse socks?

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:15 AM

picturebox: clerks animated - randal and dante, get locked in the store refrigerator

remember at 10:55 pm, the last post, i said i was going to try to go to sleep? well look at the time now, i almost fell asleep, but woke up quickly, which kept me up till now. now i'm eating crackers. my roommate is heading to hawaii, also, with his, fiance, tomorrow morning. he is going to introduce her to his family. hence, this weekend....(dun dun dunnnnnn)...i'm alone. good thing i didn't post my home address on this blog or anywhere. i also hope, the postman, doesn't read this blog. if he does, i'm just joking, everybody's here this weekend. i can't believe, i just ate a whole sleeve of crackers. is that the right terminology for a thing of crackers? who cares. i ate it, it's gone.

"you act like you never seen a white person before, jaws dropped to the floor, like pam, when tommy burst through the door..."

i wish, tommy lee, never got a computer. i remember how much he talked about his, "new band", and how excited he was with the songs. i never bothered to pick it up. am i in a ska band? get it? (elbow nudge). just got the new rollingstone issue. very thin, saw who's on the cover, didn't want to read it. maybe this one, instead of placing it on top the toilet, maybe i'll throw it, in, the toilet.

i need some new music for my collection. i'm getting bored listening to the same cd's at work. so, tonight there was a, family guy, marathon. my roommate told me that they might cancel that show, yet again. i think they've cancelled that show, three time already. i don't know why, i mean, they're not as good as the first season, but it's still funny as heck. one thing i can tell them, if they want higher ratings, put it on wednesday nights, instead of showing, reruns of, that 70's show and bernie mac show. you can throw those on thursday nights, oh yeah, and undeclared (this show looks soooo stupid). and have, the tick and family guy, on those days. no one watches thursday night because there's, smackdown. man, who's running the show at, fox?

if you haven't noticed by now, i'm really trying to make myself tired and am just babbling on and on and on...i'm not going to stop until i'm sleeping. maybe i should count sheep, read a book, go running...what?, take a shower, ride to work tonight and just sleep there, eat a bear on a chair...i should stop writing, this sucks.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:15 AM

Thursday, January 10, 2002 get you!

jukebox: reservoir dogs

so, smackdown tonight wasn't that good. triple h, came out to look angry and flex his muscles. hopefully on raw, he will wrestle. and on that...we cue the music...what?...i had a tofu pita for dinner tonight.

"what's a tofu pita, brett?"

what it is, is normally a, vegetable pita, consisting of - lettuce, cucumber, tomatoes, onions, cheese, and ranch dressing. you could put more in there, but this pita bread i get, is ripped in half, so it's not that big. so what's a tofu pita? it's just like the vegetable pita, except, you only have lettuce, cheese, onions and ranch dressing, and you don't have money, or the will to go the store for the rest. suddenly you realize that you have a bunch of tofu in the fridge. you dice everything up, except the ranch dressing, and throw it in the pita. then sit down and watch the episode of the, simpsons, which, mr. burns and homer, get cabin fever.

right now the time is, 10:55 pm, i was really tired before i just showered and am gonna try to sleep now. we're supposed to have warm weather this weekend, so hopefully, my bicyle will be transporting me to work tomorrow. i should hide my car keys. hehehehe!!! peace

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:56 PM

we all knew this was coming. sean, calls me to see about his messages and how everything's going. i tell him everything's going fine. he mentions a list of stuff, asking me the status on it, everything is done, then he keeps saying stuff, thinking somewhere along the line he'll get to something i didn't do and rip me on that, he ask about the billing log.

"what about the accounts receivable, is that up to date?"

"nope, not yet!!! i'm doing the confirmations for this weekend, and am doing the accounts receivable next."

and then, just as i suspected...

"okay, we need to do the accounting. we can't just let that sit by. go through the past days, and make sure everything is recorded."

this is a normal occurance of, me, getting everything done, as much as i can, and he, keep asking about stuff being done, until he finds something dumb. hence, he can never be satisfied that i'm doing my job, and if he can't find something to instruct me about, then he feels he's doing a bad job or something. i don't know. today's been really great, so that didn't bug me to much, but documented this anyway, because when i do get angry for things, and he asks, "like what", i can never think of examples. you know the deal.

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:21 PM

being the electrician i am today, (ironically enough, i'm wearing an electrical company shirt, with a guy on the phone saying, "call a good one"), i, not only took down the ceiling fixture in the living room, here at work, but i also, replaced the halogen bulb here in the dispatch room. yesterday, i was working via a flourescent desk lamp, (and, again, no, it's not a desk lamp that is flourescent in color, but rather, a desk lamp, sporting a flourescent bulb), only, and it hurt my eyes tons. speaking of tons, i need to return to the dreaded, fox hills mall, soon, to get some money back for my glasses. mother, gave me her medical info, which i can use to be covered. dice!!! so yeah back to the, halogen lamp, i replaced the bulb, which, by the way, i had the switch on, so once said bulb was in place, a flash of light to muh fayice. my eye's still shudder and wince at the thought of that. or should i say, the emotional scar of that. reminds me of getting my eye exam. speaking of eye exam, once the bulb was in and going i stood the lamp back up, only to notice some smoke coming from it. stupidly, i pull down the lamp to look in it, once again, blinding me. it was just some insect, cremating. you'd think of years of bugs dying in light fixture's, they'd learn from it and evolve or something? so anyway, i'm still at work, i'm chill, waiting for, mike, to check his e-mail to join the blog, typing, drinking second cup o' joe, anticipating, smackdown tonight, can't wait to go home and set up the new webpage, even though, i could start now, so when i go home i can just, upload to the, isp, being that i'm at work, doing absolutely nothing. hmmm....i'll be back later. wait!! i don't even have a design in mind. d'oh!!!

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:02 PM

jukebox: the faint - agenda suicide

i'm realizing that the reason why i haven't been blogging anything remotely interesting, other than complaints, is because i haven't been reading much, lately. well that's all about to change. i hope!!! currently reading an, internet programming book and mick foley's book. both very interesting. i wonder how, the internet programming, book will turn out. right now, i'm still trying to figure out the main character. it's possibly, "good programming practice", because, he/she keeps popping up, all through out the book.

last night, i was all excited that i would ride my bike to work this morning. i planned on waking up by 9:00 am, make some breakfast, get ready, watch some cartoons, and ride to work, via the beach way. just take my time, and maybe even get to work early. no dice on that. i woke up at 10:30, made breakfast got ready, turned on, flintstone kids, finish eating a full breakfast at 11:00. it takes an hour to get to work, the fast way, it's too late to go the beach way, but then the, smufs, came on and i watched. so i drove to work. we'll see how tomorrow turns out.

here, work is still going fine. phones are very quiet, dice, and i had to take off the ceiling light in the other room. though it would be hard, but i did it in, three minutes. the most annoying part of that is, the screws that held it in the ceiling, were like 10 feet long, (just kidding of course), but the point is, they were much longer than necessary. who put that up there?

Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:39 PM