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Sunday, June 30, 2002 get you! fuck, today is fucking pissing me the fuck off! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:15 PM i was just driving by the post office, and this is on a 40 mph road, and there's this mustang that keeps stopping and stuff for a bit, so i'm getting pissed, then she pulls off to the side, as she was trying to pull on the side of the post office, so i honked at her, and as i pulled pass her, she flipped me off. what the fuck? i'm sorry, lady, but i don't carry a fucking magic 8-ball with me to see if people are turning into somewhere, so use your fucking blinkers. i still don't see why people don't use them. it's makes sooooo much sense to use them. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:05 PM i just dropped crystal off at the airport. they had this huge line for the e-ticket people, because there were these machines to get your tickets. i was getting pretty upset, wondering why they have those things when the people have no idea how to use them, and it's just creating a backlog. so after about 43 minutes in line, i get up to it, follow the instruction and get the tickets, and it took less than a minute. don't see what all the fuss was about. i checked her bag and asked the manager --at least i think she was the manager, she was wearing a more business-like uniform -- for a pass to let me proceed to the gate with my sister, since she's a minor. the lady asked me how old she was, and i told her 16. she said that she's not a minor, and i was about to have a row with her, but she gave me the pass. then we got to the security line, and that took another 70,000 years. by the time we got to the gate, they were doing last call for boarding for the flight. but she's on and it's all cool! i'm at work now, gonna clock in, go home, come back later to clock out and chill. i just got this last night. i watched part of it, but it's everything i've already read in his auto-biography, but at least i get to see video footages of the stuff that was talked about. i fell asleep through it, but awoke to a part with nancy bitching about john, and then her and sid tongueing (sp) each other's brains out. gross! i really, really, hope to god that the roommate's not there today. i just want to chill... chill my fist to her face! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:34 AM Saturday, June 29, 2002 get you! you know what's funny? i don't know if it's just california, but when people call for a position with our company, we tell them what they need to do and they always reply, rudely, "why do i have to fax my dmv report? why can't i just come in?" or when i'm telling them what they need to do, they'll interrupt and say, "no, why don't i just come in and apply?" if that was an option, wouldn't i tell them that? or if it was an option, why don't they just shut up and listen till i finish telling them what they need to do? i just always thought that people looking for a job would have at least common sense enough to potray a decent person that someone wouldn't mind working with, but i guess everybody's a tough guy! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:00 PM  Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:27 PM there's a pool right outside the window here at work, and there's some party going on. i just looked out and saw a group of about 6 people sitting and standing as if to take a picture. i thought to myself how lame posing for pictures are and stood up to get something and they're still like that, even as i type. they're just chilling like that. hehehe!!! speaking of.... down the street from my place, there's a sign on the pole for a missing dog, and the person who made it put a computer animation of a dog on there. i really don't think they'll have much luck finding that dog. lol!! that reminds me, have you seen that movie wrongfully accused? there's a part in it where leslie neilsen is in a convenient store and john walsh and this other fed comes in. leslie draws a mustache and glasses and stuff on his "wanted" poster on the wall. then, as he was about to leave the store, john walsh them had this guy that looked exactly how leslie neilsen drew the poster to be. lol!!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:19 PM you know what's good about today? sean's out of town. hehehehe!!! i get to sit back and chill. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:17 PM speaking of diptheria, subway sect performs like the strokes, weezer, and ozma, very boring. the singer looks like jimmy fallon, and they just stand around performing. if you can't dance or rock, either don't be in a band, or just don't perform live. just have puppets on stage. "high on the hill lives the lonely goat-herd! le-ol-da-le-ol-da-le, hee-hoo!" what? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:34 AM wow! just got an e-mail from mike caloud. haven't talked to him for a while. we should go to dithkneeland again. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:30 AM yet another correction. i said about "punk rock movie" that shane macgowan was dancing outside the club, but upon watching it again, they're in the club, just not too many people there. i think it's before a show, because lights are on. i also think that girl dancing was shanne bradley. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:18 AM Friday, June 28, 2002 get you! i can't believe they reissued that post marked stamps box set. that's makes mine totally not a collectors item anymore. booo! fucking shite, i wanna go to LA too dammit! with roy, we would be unstoppable! is that even how you spell that? i woke up too early..... gadzooks! the punk rock movie... haha. classic. a different line for every subject, just to irritate. correction, awk used pigs blood. sorry. rocking: chicago piano by jawbox. Anonymous partied hard at 10:25 PM "the sun comes up, the sky is blue, it's beautiful, and so are you. dear prudence..." dice, sheri. i'd not known that was a beatles song. now that the tune's in my head, i know that's not the song burning airlines covered, but i will soon solve the mystery. sean's out of the office; i have his car for the weekend; i have to put gas in; i'm down $10; laundry tomorrow? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:00 PM jukebox: dashboard confessional - swiss army romance i was just wondering, is this entire album based on one break-up? is his stuff released after this album still based on that break up, or does he have new material? does he still take the long way home? i was trying to remember to bring my cd wallet (it should be filing cabinet) to work, as i've been listening to the same 2 cds for the past two weeks. cd number one on the list to bring to work was the siouxsie and the banshees, to find that song that i think burning airlines did. siouxsie does have a song called dear prudence, which it may be...? has anyone seend this movie? it's kind of interesting to see it. it's funny, too, because back when the "punk" movement started, nothing's progressed. it all looks exactly as any show we all went to. funny thing on it is, during the opening credits, they're playing this song, and shane macgowan, sporting his union jack jacket, is dancing around. then there's this other girl dancing, then, it's shane again. it's too funny. during the whole song, it's them two and a small pile up. then song and credits end, and they're in the club - oh, i should've mentioned, they were just dancing outside of the club - and shane's banging away on the drums. not playing, just like how a little kid would go on the drums and bang away. then they show some girls on a couch, then shane's on the mic yelling something. that's his only stint in the movie. i think that the movie could've had a better name. they also showed siouxsie and the banshees, generation x (billy idol's band), the clash, and the slits. i'm wondering what to do tonight. i could watch the last half of smackdown, since the goddamn cable company decided to show some stupid public access thing during the first half or it. hope the roommate's not home. she's on sort of a holiday from work, and she's there every morning when i wake up. it's very irritating, because she's definitely the person you don't want to wake up around. no chance to breath or anything, and she's yapping away. like, i'll just wake up and go to kitchen to make coffee or get some water, and she'll fly out of her room and open the door, the blinds, and all the sun comes it, and she'll say, "you don't like the light? i like the light..." and i'll just be, "i like the light, but you know, i'd kind of like to wake up first. it's not the first thing on my mind." ack!! i need to get some work done! i need to find some radiator prices. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:10 PM start off, i've not told current roommate about previous one day roommate that bailed out on me. just the way she is, i didn't want to bother with the hassle, so the room that he and his girlfried painted, i told her that duey and his wife did that. so she's talking to the landlady the other day and brings her in to show her the room and how "pretty" it is, and the landlady said that duey's not supposed to do that, and that she's not going to give him $300 of his deposit back. i asked her why she told her that, and that the landlady is dumb; we can do whatever we want to the place, as long as it's back to the original deal when we leave. i was actually talking very aggressively to the roommate, and she said don't tell her, tell the landlady, and i do need to talk to the landlady, but i'm just pissed at her, because she just makes everything a fucking headache. now i have to fucking call the landlady and sort this out, and i barely have enough time to do my stuff. fuck! also, the dish towel, you know the one that you have to dry your dishes or your hands? it's always left on the sink, totally damp, and i was wondering why. is she taking a shower with it? i think she washes the dishes with it. she's so fucking stupid. we have all the dishwashing things necessary there, and she uses a fucking towel. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:00 AM no dice again! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:03 AM no dice! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:26 AM Thursday, June 27, 2002 get you! or maybe we'll just keep driving by the golf course, honking the horn. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:54 PM total dice, roy! i was going to list some dates to keep in mind, but you've covered them. july 21st is pay-per-view, i think we'll be going to mike's brother's place. then we've got the hey mercedes/piebald show[s]. i might have to work a bit, but we'll work that out. maybe you can beat some sense into the roommate's head. we'll definitely have a golf engagment, cart involved. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:53 PM ps, "party hard!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:15 AM about this whole "under god" deal. i'm not an athiest, but i do feel it should be out of there. we put it for some desperate cause in the fifties, and it's not constitutionally right to have it there. we already separated church & state, and just because the majority have religion, makes no sense to have to pledge allegiance to god in order to show your nationalism; because we're not a nation based on a religion. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:14 AM p.s. about awk's album cover. ppl are so stupid man. cocaine use? for fucks sake, if they read anything about the guy, they'd know he's got some kind of a "party so hard if i hurt myself i don't care" attitude. he actually hit himself in the face with a brick to get a nose bleed for the cover shot, but it didn't work... he wouldn't bleed, so they used sheeps blood instead. how fuckin metal is that man? i wonder if they sacrificed the sheep first and awk did some kind of weird dance for satan. cause as we all know, satan likes to party just as hard as anyone else out there. oh btw, that burning airlines song is a cover i think. of course it's called "dear hilary". Anonymous partied hard at 2:32 AM dudes, awk wears acid wash jeans, get it right! hahaha. and so i guess that makes his shirts sewer wash eh? i bet you anything that when he's not in public, he's got some fuckin clean, nice clothes on. probably walks around the house hugh hefner style, in a silk bathrobe with "A.W.K." embroidered on the left breast area. or maybe his bathrobe is dirty too? lol everyone should download minus the bear from my ftp (or go buy the ep), cause it's bad ass. at least when botch broke up, talent wasn't wasted on not starting another band. hooray for books and my dad giving neighbours dirty looks. oh, another thing about awk. his snl performance was pretty damn funny. he's got this dance combo that goes something like: left punch, right punch, headbang, repeat. it's hilarious i tell you. i was doing it at the last kite festival show, just to show the young kids i can still rock it. Anonymous partied hard at 2:24 AM Wednesday, June 26, 2002 get you! why does my school give me a registration date of july 10? there's a burning airlines song, which i believe is either and exact cover of a siouxie and the banshees song, or just changed lyrics. i don't know the name of the banshees' one, but the burning airlines song keeps singing, "dear hillary!" whatever the case may be, i'm glad today's almost over. i've got to say, sheri, that without andrew wk, our world would be a bit boring. he does bring a sparkle to us, and why would he have to sing to a mic? just stick to his party shake! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:59 PM and on that... i just have to say, "when it's time to party, people party hard!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:48 PM jeff, i need to show you andrew wk's perfomance on saturday night live. you won't be able to muster up the will power to sit through it. i couldn't. i agree with everything you said, but it's great to have a joke person out there! hehehee!! the sad thing is, he takes himself seious. "party hard!" remember that pringles commercial that everyone is dancing around and stuff, and then the can is empty, so the party stops until someone opens another one? i wonder if that's how it is with andrew? speaking of andrew, the other day, while riding to work, there were these three surfer guys heading to their cars. so there's a bike that goes up and down the beach, which is pretty much like a road, being that bikes travel in both directions at high speeds. there's a separate bike path for pedestrians, because of this hazard. not only that, but there are tons of signs stating that they should watch for bikes and all that jazz. the thing is, the way that the thing is set up, common sense would tell you to look before crossing as you would in any road with cars. so these three surfer joe bobs walk onto the path, not noticing some bikers coming. one of them notices them and steps off to the side, while the other one is still blind to them. the other guy tells the idiot guy to watch out, and he looks back and jumps out of the way. the bikers are a bit away, so it's not as if they ran them off the sidewalk, but it's just the same as if someone were walking in the middle of the street and a car's coming, and you jump out of the way. so the bikes pass and one of the idiots yells, "welcome to california, where bikes ride at 45 mph on a path!" i just felt like yelling, "welcome to america, where stupid people can't read signs and have no common sense!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:47 PM Tuesday, June 25, 2002 get you! i just saw the new andrew wk vid. totally funny! it just reminded me - aside from all the ton o' other vids just like it - sick of it all - step down. was that a party shake he was making? i think at the very end that he threw the mic up. i wonder why he doesn't get a cordless mic? although, him carrying his own mic case reminds me of snapcase singer. does he own any other clothes? i think the record label should shell out a few extra bones for him and get him some black pants or something. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:21 PM ROFL! christina snyder. i think sara jessica parker is still a pretty close match for dee as well. brett, i think we're flying straight to hell. speaking of, i saw this movie on (i think) cinemax last night. it was called highway to hell, starring chad lowe (yeah, brother of rob). it was pretty cheesy, but ben stiller was in it as a cook and attila the hun. i dunno, i guess it would be worth the price of a rental, just for laughs. Anonymous partied hard at 9:04 PM kai, are you folks flying in through la or going straight to hell, i mean vegas? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:27 PM i have no idea about jim martin, but you should see the new AWK video. it's got him playing all the instruments himself, as i think he did on the album. anyway, the video just has to be watched. you can always count on the WK for a good laugh. lemmie just say that he's got one long mic cable. oh, vegas in about a month, we should figure out a way for you to come hang in "sin city". i've got a feeling i'm gonna be drinking a lot.... a whole lot. get away from me biatch! Anonymous partied hard at 3:36 AM Monday, June 24, 2002 get you! "when it's time to party, the people party hard... andrew wk" this guy is too funny. i just downloaded this vid from kai, and i'm wondering, is that jim martin playing guitar? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:16 PM one of the greastest things yesterday on king of the ring, was the interview between the rock, booker t, & gold dust. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:16 PM saturday, went to angela's to see my sister. she's in town for the day, then her and chad drive to salt lake city, where she'll dorm for a week and then take her a.c.t. lucky guys. i'd do anything for a road trip. anyway, i slept at duey's that night, as to be able to go to a.r.'s in the morning and then head to dave's for king of the ring. i get at a.r.'s, and buno's there, and we decided to start drinking and smoking. three hours later, too much chronic, and i kronked out on the toilet for a while, snowballing it with food i had previously eaten. then, i just laid in the hallway, kronked off me arse. asnan came over, i'm still out, a.r. asks me if i'm down to go to the store, as i had suggested we do an hour earlier, but i tell him i'm in no shape to go. i finally get up to go, but we head down the staircase, and i get all dizzy and feel like fainting. i make it to the car and claim the back seat. i'm still kronked, a little, sleeping, but giving a.r. directions to dave's. we get there, and i get out the car, and i'm feeling fine. he was wondering what happened to me, because he knows i don't konk on beer, but i told him i was kronked, and that i don't handle weed to good, sometimes. so anyway, we get upstairs for the event. good deal. me and mike were just rooting against everyone that asnan was for. under asnan's childish reasonings, he said that hogan was going to lose the match against angle. mike and i told him he's insane. i bet asnan that if hogan wins, he can give me the pedigree, but if angle wins, i get him in the figure four, for 10 seconds. i won!!! after the event, we sort of just chilled, play a little gta3. we left, grabbed some grub, stopped by 7-11, bought a.r. some beer, in compensation for gas, since he drove me, and went to duey's. we were watching some spanish film, with very explicit sex scenes. then, they crashed, and i popped in wet, hot, american summer. there's a loooong part of the movie that is very boring, but then there's the bomb ass parts. still haven't gotten all the way through, but i'm going to give it a run, tonight... after raw. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:52 PM Saturday, June 22, 2002 get you! i just woke up, stepped in the kitchen to make some breakfast, and the roommate just flies in and start yapping. swear to god, out of nowhere, she jumps in and, "hey, what you eating? you eat a lot of eggs, huh?" then she start telling me how our landlady studied psychology. she told me this four times withing three minutes. i feel like yelling, "FUCK, GIVE ME A CHANCE TO FUCKING WAKE UP!" she has no clue at all! then, she makes her self a bowl of cereal, so i think she's gone. i walk to the fridge, she's sitting on the top of the couch, just staring to the kitchen. fucking christ, we're roommates, not fucking butt-buddies. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:41 AM Friday, June 21, 2002 get you! i wonder if you look up "party" in the yellow pages, if andrew wk's name will pop up? lol!! "PARTY HARD!!!!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:18 PM what did the hickam afb sargeant say when his tractor was stolen? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:09 PM i seriously need a dvd player. none of the video shops have the good ones on tape. i was looking for a while for this, but no dice! then i walked pass the dvds and there it was. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:00 PM hey, roy, you should've gave that girl a punch to her stomach. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:49 PM all right, here's how my evening has escalated thus far. get home, roommates home, i shower. i get out, go to my room to change. while i'm closing the door, she calls me, so i shut it quick. one minute later, she's outside my door calling me, "brett, are you busy?" me, irritatedly, "i'm getting dressed!" "oh, are you going out?" "no, but i'm going grocery sho..." "what?" "I'M GOING GROCERY SHOPPING!" "is this inconvenient, talking through the door?" me, opening the door, "yeah, and i'm getting dressed." "do you have a block on your cell phone?" "no!" conversation goes on, because when she calls her friends with my phone, she's worried i'll call them or they'll call me. so she tells me i should get a block and i say, "why? i don't need to protect my number. if they call, i'll tell them not to call it." she then goes on asking me about minutes and shit, mind you, i'm still getting dressed. she comes back, "uh, can i use your phone?' fucking christ! she couldn've just asked me. anyway, i go to the video store, browse for about 43 minutes, rent a couple vids, go grocery shopping. i've been gone almost an hour. i come back, and she's still on the phone. she's talking to someone, she gets off, i ask her, "you haven't been on the phone the whole time, have you?" "oh, ah, noa, i just have a lot of problem!" then what does she do? let's just say, she got back on the phone and she's still on it. this has been 10 minutes so far. fuck! common courtesy would tell someone that if you use someone's cell phone, it's not for a fucking nobel acceptance speech. she's so fucking ridiculous. now, i've got nothing against foreigners. i mean, they're new the the country and all, so they may seem a bit slow, but it's just a new language, huh? wrong. it's as if they have no common sense, either. i don't think that once they're back in their hometown, that they're splitting the fucking atom or curing cancer. what the fuck! is it the time difference? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:49 PM i i ever meet chris, the singer of dashboard, the first thing i'd do it break his back. i hate his freaking straight as an arrow posture. stickman! i wonder if he's able to grab his picks when he drops them? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:03 PM hey, roy! i'd say come up here for your vacation. though, at this point, i've no car nor money. i'm hoping to have some by the time your vacation rolls 'round, but i'll let you know. if you do come up, we should go golfing. on a course with a cart, and we'll have a cooler of ale, mate! maybe we'll even golf! we'll muster up enough money to go to a country club, and we'll rip shit up! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:43 PM one thing i can never understand about sean, is that he doesn't seem to see how much of a waste of time it is to talk to me for about 10 minutes, to call a place up and what to tell them. he'll spend the 10 minutes making sure he gives me all these details and stuff, when he could call himself, tell them everything, and it'll take him 3 minutes. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:26 PM why the fuck do people, when you tell them to hold for one second, do they find it so fucking necessary to tell you everything they needed to tell you anyway? if i have time to listen to all that, why the fuck would i tell you to hold on? so fucking irritating. everytime i've got another call coming in, whoever i'm talking to finds it necessary to keep me on for another 10 hours, either telling me everything - when i've told them to hold, or repeating themselves over and over again. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:18 PM right now it's to the point that i'm just irritated talking to anyone on the phone. i feel like just answering, "WHAT?!?!" defying the law of odds agani, just when i mention how sean's been tolerable, he's being a fucking idiot. how the fuck this job always does stuff like that, i'll never know. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:59 PM all right, this phone business is getting out of control. the phone keeps ringing, i pick up, disconnected. this is also the third day in a row that i've received a call, i pick up, and the line is ringing. as if i'd just called someone. today, as i was about to hang up, someone picked up and started asking these questions about our company. jeff, i think bob deserves a rock bottom or possibly a people's elbow. is it possible just to eliminate him from your duties, or would he still just get in yo' face somehow? sean's been good for a while. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:07 PM it seems that i've been taking the "long way" to work. i went to work, via the beach way, since i needed to stop by the bank to pick up my debit card. it's a much easier route. i've just avoided it, because there are two big hills, and i hate hills. *side note - i've been here for almost an hour and the phone has yet to stop ringing.* i'm thinking of using one of our cars here for tonight. i need to go grocery shopping and do some laundry. i should start calling around for radiator prices. although, no cash = no dice! (no shirt & no shoes, also)... you know what's great? coming into work and having at least 10 minutes (to downtown) to get settled in and whatnot. today is not that type of day. my coffee is getting cold. i can't wait till tomorrow night. why? because i'm off till tuesday, and sunday is king of the ring. i'll be back in a bit. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:57 PM Thursday, June 20, 2002 get you! you know what's funny about the winnie cooper, i mean, mini-cooper? duey has one, and within a span of one day, while with him, they gave about 5 tours of the car. i'd get pretty annoyed, but i was drunk, so it didn't bother me, and i found it rather amusing. i can't believe there's a back seat to it. and a huge speedometer. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:49 PM first off, why is will smith's men in black ii song stupid? he's all going nuts singing, "nod your head!" take it easy, fella! hey, kai, since the saves the day video had muppets, they should've used this guy as eben. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:37 PM i've got a new dance. what it is, is you just rock back and forth, one leg in front of the other, preferably your right leg. the front leg is bent a tad, while the back leg is straight. now, all you do is rock back and forth. i learned it by watching rainman. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:45 PM i definitely cannot wait to get home tonight. first thing, take a nice, long, hot shower. then, shave! then, pop open a heineken, and sit back to a taped smackdown. then i sleep. need to wake up early to stop by the bank and pick up my debit card. i left it in the atm last night. today is really dragging along. i need to get a massage. i'm "stuck between one set of lights and another, just like a divided sign." why do singer/songwriters always "take the long way home"? i bought a cup o' joe, and all i've been doing since is get tired. currently, i'm reading borstal boy. it's pretty good so far. some kid was giving him shit, and thought he was tuff, but behan started smacking him around. very dice! "smack him if he's yellow!" speaking of yellow, i keep putting off getting insurance for my phone, but i keep dropping it and stuff. as soon as i get some cash, i'm gonna get a new one. as i've said before, i hate this flippy thing. it's so damn annoying. speaking of annoying... i'm leaving. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:42 PM sargeant staring at the cardboard cut out of the tractor. "uh, sargeant, there's someone driving through the gate with a tractor." "i'm looking at the tractor right now. there's no way i'm going to turn to look at the one you're talking about. if i do, you're just going to laugh." "but sarg..." "i don't want to hear it!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:42 PM if i had the money, i'd buy a cooper S. those cars are the shizzle. supercharged, 6 speed manual, light as hell, good mileage... how can you go wrong? although, why would you need an air conditioned glove box? Anonymous partied hard at 3:40 PM you would think that with the increase in security on the military bases, you'd kinda see someone leaving with a big ass tractor like that. i bet it was real hard to miss coming through that gate eh? and may 29 - june 12? why such a big gap in the dates. you think the theif left a cardboad cut out of a tractor so people would think it was still there? then one day they went to use it and found out that it was really a toyota trecel with said cardboard cut out attached to one side of the car. lol oh wait, i just got an idea.... you think osama stole it? lol. he's gonna dig an underwater tunnel to the mainland US as part of his plan to take over the world. ahahah. Anonymous partied hard at 4:38 AM "Tractor stolen from Hickam AFB "Honolulu and military police are asking for leads to help solve the theft of a Caterpillar IT tractor from Hickam Air Force Base, between May 29 and June 12. "The 1999 Caterpillar backhoe-loader, Model 416C IT, is valued at $54,000. Police said there is only one other IT model on O'ahu. "The tractor has a clamshell-type bucket in front, and the front grille has two fist-sized dents. An accessory kit, including a removable forklift attachment and four additional black backhoe buckets, also was stolen. "Anyone with information about the stolen tractor should call investigator Rodney Lambert at the Hickam Law Enforcement Desk at 449-6373 or 449-6372." all i can say is, if someone can go through all that trouble of stealing a tractor, from an airforce base, no less, let him keep it. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:36 AM Wednesday, June 19, 2002 get you! lol! "stan lee insulting me? but in bizzarro world, that means he likes me!" i can't, for the life of me, write the correct date in today. i've got it wrong at least 31 times. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:56 PM p.s. i would have said bizzaro dewey, but then he would have probably locked the screen door on you, cause he's from the bizzaro world where lock means unlock, up is down, in is out. Anonymous partied hard at 4:20 PM more than meets the eye. brett, your new roomie sounds like a total douche. too bad you couldn't get like dewey's long lost twin or something, haha. he was a cool cat, and i bet he wouldn't lock the screen door for fucks sake. Anonymous partied hard at 4:19 PM so yesterday, when i arrived home - after my roommate asked me if have lights for my bike, and i said no, and she thought i'm kidding, and i told her, i just happen to not need lights where i ride - she tells me three time, in a span of five minutes - all three times as a conversation that she'd never told me about - that she doesn't want to depend on her psuedo-husband, and she wants to go back to school. okay, "good for you, just stop depending on your husband if it's just making you miserable." (a.k.a., so you shut the fuck up and stop telling me your goddamn dramatized lifestyle and keep bringing me down). i then took a shower and closed my door for the evening. i hate the fact that it resorts to me having to lock myself in my room. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:18 PM Tuesday, June 18, 2002 get you! sunday, mike came by, loaded the cooler, and headed out to anaheim in record time. 20 minutes! dice! we stop by del taco before we get there, so we don't have to spend outrageous amounts of money inside for food. we get there, park, and head to the ticket booth. on the way there, there was this cheesey, colorful wrestler who called himself "captain oblivious" who wanted us to sign his petition. he was trying waaaaay too hard to be funny and asked us to come. we told him we'll be right back, because we wanted to buy our tickets first. they said they wouldn't be here then, so we say, "we're just going to be like three minutes!" on the way to the ticket booth, this guy asks us if we wanted to buy tickets, so we checked out his stash. we got row 6 from ringside, so we bought them. $45. we decided to go drink beers, and then come back and have asnan wrestle that oblivious idiot. so we do, then come back. they said they didn't need us, so we, mostly asnan, kept taunting the guy, they told us to leave. we notice this mysterious, big black van, and mike says, loudly, "it's spy tv!" the guy tells us they're not, and then asnan keeps yelling. then, some cronies from the tent by the black van (a.k.a., production vehicle), comes and lures asnan away and tells him to stop and leave, or somethign stupid. it went on a bit, and it was totally ridiculous. corporate idiots, trying way too hard to be funny, us outstaging them, them not knowing how to improv, and us use our taunts to put on a better show, and them telling us to leave. we head back to the car to drink (and a little surpise!). we see this hulk hogan look-a-like, and we cheer him. then, he walks back past us and says, "i forgot my ticket!" then, on his way back, he stops by us, we offer him a beer, but he doesn't drink, so he just chills for a while. everybody walking by thought he was hogan, and asked to take pictures with him. he was sort of cool! so we decided to head in, and on the way in, those oblivious guys had their cameras out and cutting an interview for their stupid show. then, as we're approaching to head in, one of the jobbers starts walking towards us and asking the other guys, "are these the one?" but we just keep walking. they knew we blew their cover. we get in, and they show us where our seats are, and we get there. we were on the floor, but towards the back, but still within 30 feet from the ring. first match was the hurricane vs. jamie noble (with nidia). it was a pretty good match, for an opening match. then, some people come and say we're in their seats, which the usher told us was ours, and we find out that we're on the other side of the ring. that was actually better. we were now mere feets from the ring. skip ahead to the second half of the show, this idiot guy is just standing at the beginning of our row. he's there for several minutes, just standing there, so i say, "you need to come through?" he says yeah, so we get out and stand on the side for him to get through, and he sits in our chair and just stays there. so we ask him, "are these your chairs?" he says yeah. can't this idiot talk? so this guy is totally unwilling to compromise anything, just being a jerk. the ushers come, they have no clue what to do, we're standing there, the other ushers are telling us to sit, and we're telling them, "sit where? that other guy doesn't know what he's doing, he's trying to find our seats." "we'll kneel, you're blocking the view!" so this other idiot usher comes up to us, kneeling in the aisle, and asks what seat we have, so we tell him, 'uh, we've got aisle. these are good seats!" finally, they find out that the people on the other end aren't supposed to be there, so we all move over. that idiot guy just sits there, quiet, then his girlfriend comes. what i can't understand, is where the fuck was he for the first 2 hours? he just shows up for the last 45 minutes, causes all this shit, and he didn't even stay for the main event. what a moron! but it's not his fault, the workers there, had they done their job, could've avoided all of this. * back to the event... we got some pretty good matches. one of whice, was reverend d-von (w/ deacon bautista) vs. farooq. after the match, d-von and deacon were yelling at these people in the crowd, while asnan and his new psuedo-girlfriend were holding up dollars for them. they turned around, and their faces lit up and came clear across the ring for the dollars. so the evening progresses and the main event comes 'round. it's triple h vs. jericho in a steel cage! total dice! we ran out of film, and triple h was on top the cage, in our corner, just posing there forever. sucka! good match! hogan did his dumb poses in the ring for an hour, it seemed! after the event, we just chilled in the parking lot. some superfan comes to us and makes as if he's down with us. i think his whole intention was to get a beer and cigs. our buddy, hogan, came to tell us that while he was urinating, somebody ran up to him and snapped a picture of his wiener. so we head to my place to get the rest of the beer and stuff, and as the post from yore went, the screen door is locked. we grabbed the booze and head to a.r.'s. played some gta3 and watched some cartoons and crashed! i guess the point of the whole story is, roommates who lock screen doors, are nothing but trouble! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:17 PM Monday, June 17, 2002 get you! last night after wrestling, we stopped by my place to pick up the remaining beer and grab my stuff for school. so we get to my place and the goddamn screen door is locked. she likes to open the door during the day, but is scared of someone coming in, so she locks the screen door. i told her the neighborhood is safe, and there's always cops driving up and down our street. plus, all the neighbors are around, but still no dice! anyway, she also doesn't like the window in the bathroom open, as "someone could climb in through here! maybe we should just leave it open a little?" she cracks it about an inch. so she went to sleep and the screen door was locked, so i couldn't get in. we have no doorbell or phone, so i couldn't wake her. i had to rip a hole in the screen. that bitch! wrestling was bad ass, more on that later. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:54 PM Sunday, June 16, 2002 get you! roommate comes home while i taking a shit. the entire time i'm in there she just keeps talking to me. fuck! can't we be home at the same time and not always be fucking talking? then i start studying and she keeps talking and talking and i keep ignoring her and saying that i'm studying, but she can't fucking grasp the idea of that. then she tells me not to tell people about her problems that she tells me, and i tell her, "i told you i don't like drama, so why would i tell people that? i don't want to get involved, so don't tell me." so she asks me to use my phone, she's talking to her friend, and she's telling her, "i don't like drama, don't get me involved..." fucking christ! did she just read a book or something on the top 8 million ways to irritate your roommate? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:26 PM all right, this new roommate of mine just keeps irritating me no end! the other day, she was trying to work the tv in the living room, and i told her that the remote's batteries need to be replaced, so until then, you have to use "that" remote to work it, but you have to kind of play with the batteries. everyone else i've explained that to have been able to work it. there's a second remote, for the tv, that has nothing to do to operate it. i told her twice that don't use that one, because it has nothing to do with operating the tv. so i get home and she tells me that the tv is broken. i told her i'd check it later. later comes, and i check it. she fucking used the remote i told her not to. i think she needs a kick to the back of her head. that'll work fine, since she doesn't shut the fuck up. everytime she's here it's "yap, yap, yap..." fucking crap! she talks in the broken beat rhythmic patter, with that chinese accent, and she keeps telling me her fucking personal problems, though i've told her that i don't like drama! yet she still continues to tell me her problems. i'm not a fucking psychiatrist. i don't hve the fucking answers. and the answers i tell her don't please her, so what the fuck does she want? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:27 AM i liked puff daddy, errrr... p. diddy, when he first came out. when he was called m.c. hammer! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:38 AM i should also mention that i never got the food i went out to get! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:11 AM Saturday, June 15, 2002 get you! i decided to go and get something to eat, so i go down the street. a bit far, but not that far. i'm in the drive-thru and notice some steam up front, but i figured that i must be the car in front of mine's muffler. all of a sudden i hear this popping sound and a ton of steam flows from my hood, so i pull on the side. my fucking radiator busted. and by busted i mean there's a huge fucking hole in it and water everywhere. i should mention, also, that just a couple of weeks ago, my fucking car broke down, i just got it fixed - after paying almost three hundred fucking dollars and now this. also, i should mention that tomorrow is wrestling, that i was to drive, and i've been very excited for. it seems recently, anything i hope for, goes to fucking shit, and i'm about to give up on it all. it's so goddamn fucking ridiculous. it took me a goddamn hour to get home, and i'm just down the street. and everytime it overheated, i pulled over to cool down. when it's all fucking cooled, i start up and fucking a million cars start coming, so i can't go yet, while the temperature's rising. then when i pull out, i get the fucking red light. it just seems that whenever something fucking good starts happening, something 10 times fucking worst happens, and it's really fucking irritating. i can't belive this shit. fuck everything! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:36 PM so the countdown begins, and i'm getting way too excited! long time since we've last encountered anaheim. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:15 PM bloggin' blake! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:00 AM Friday, June 14, 2002 get you! hehehehe, this should take care of a day's worth of blogs! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:10 PM Ross Report -- June 14, 2002 "Greetings from under a somewhat well-worn black Resistol hat from what has been one of my most challenging weeks in recent memory. "It is hard to believe that Stone Cold Steve Austin has left the company over differences in creative direction. It is even harder to believe that his WWE career looks to be at its end as a result of this matter. There is no secret that Austin and yours truly are very close friends and have been for years. This was simply as tough a week for me personally as when I unexpectedly lost my mother and father, at different times, over the last few years. Steve walking off the job and ending his career with this company at this own hand is damn hard to swallow and I still do not fully understand why this method of protest was selected by one of the fiercest competitors in the business' history. "I have been aware of his unhappiness as of late regarding creative and we have had several spirited conversations over this subject as a result. However, I never in my wildest dreams ever expected the Rattlesnake to walk out on his commitments just as he did immediately following WrestleMania, which was at that time credited to burnout. My last of many conversations over the past few weeks with Steve occurred on our cell phones as he was sitting on a Delta Airlines jet in Atlanta Monday afternoon, preparing to fly back to San Antonio. Our conversation was candid and honest as they always were and he knew how strongly I felt against the emotional decision he was making. "To no-show an event is not the way to do business. There is no way it can be justified no matter how drastic the circumstances seem to be or actually are. Problems are solved, or at least thoroughly addressed, by communicating and when that communication is done in person it seems to me that these issues generally get worked out and some degree of closure achieved. We were not given that opportunity Monday. Instead, the most productive superstar in WWE history decided to take his black boots and go home without confronting his problems, unlike the way the character had confronted every enemy in his history-making career in this company. The Austin I know was the same guy whose bedside I sat at after what many thought was a career-ending neck surgery. Flat on his back and in the most challenging of times, he vowed to an audience of two that he would return to the ring to do what I truly believe he was put on this earth to do, and that's entertain our audiences with his "hell-bent for leather" style that sold more tickets than anyone in this business' history. I have been at his side during an ugly divorce that would separate him from his two lovely little daughters and he survived and persevered. We have talked each other through many tough personal issues in our lives, including my two bouts of Bells Palsy that some in the business found amusing. He was one guy I knew on a personal level I could always count on to be there for me and me for him -- until this week. "I truly do not know everything that is bothering Stone Cold Steve Austin but my guts tell me it is more than simply creative issues. I wish I did know so I could help make things right for Steve and our company. As I look around my office here at home, I see many pieces of memorabilia from the world of sports and entertainment my wife and I have collected over the years, including items from my boyhood heroes John Wayne and Mickey Mantle. But nothing means more to me than a pair of well-worn black boots Stone Cold Steve Austin wore during his greatest matches since arriving in this company. On them he wrote, 'J.R., "Stone Cold! Stone Cold! Stone Cold!" To the best in the business! Your friend, Stone Cold Steve Austin.' "None of us can or should ever attempt to take any of Steve Austin's amazing accomplishments away from him or downplay his overwhelming work ethic and drive to be the very best in the long and complex history of this industry. But what Steve did Monday by no-showing an event for the second time since WrestleMania was wrong and I believe that down deep in his guts he knows it. Perhaps I was wrong as Senior Vice President of Talent Relations for WWE to develop such a close friendship over the years with Steve. Many of my detractors have pointed that out on occasion and maybe they were technically right. So be it. However, I am, and will remain, very proud of our friendship which makes this entire ordeal so tough. I was asked to do a candid interview Thursday for our new TV show Confidential that will air this Saturday night about what went down this week regarding Stone Cold." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:09 PM so i just finished dispatching, and i got an order for tomorrow... Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:23 PM alex cox, the guy who directed sid and nancy, apparently is an idiot. i was reading john lydon's auto-biography, and john said that he "wonders why nobody would want to consult him, for making a movie about sid." so the deal is that alex talked to joe strummer (clash), the person who had the least to do with sid at all. the sex pistols, and their crew and the bromley contingent, didn't like the clash and had little to do with them. anyway, alex cox sent the actor portraying johnny rotten to new york to stay with johnny and learn the character. so the actor playing johnny told johnny that the entire movie was already made, and alex just had him sent there so that they could use john's name with affiliation with the movie. so john got invited to the premiere of the movie, and saw how horribly wrong alex got everything in the movie, and how it's basically a glorification of heroin. he told alex after the movie that he should be shot, and if he had a gun, he'd shoot him. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:53 PM one thing that's irritating is whenever i'm talking to sean about something, right when i start to tell him, the phone rings. it always happens. "hey, sean! what are we going to do with..." *ring! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:16 PM it just keeps getting better and better. our card for sunday has changed, and we now have a cage match between triple h and jericho! total dice! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:05 PM so it seems as if stone cold is out of the wwe. apparently, he wasn't happy with the creative departments take on his character, so after wrestlemania, he decided to be truant to raw, which he got a warning for. then last week, he failed to show up to raw again, and instead, went home with out consent of the federation. so he's gone, and this saturday on velocity, vince and jr will spill all the dirt and that situation. remember that episode of simpsons where bart was truant and skinner was on his tail the entire day? i can just picture austin running away, hiding in the mall, and vince is there right behind him the entire time. cutting the rope off the bridge, and then vince would just walk through the river and come up the other side... chowder! "you know i'm sexy!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:16 PM i wish i could say i know how you feel, because i do, but i don't. i usually just drink and it goes away... actually, i just pass out! hope this here helped you some. speaking of... why does every hip-hop star, rapper, actor, or athlete have to come out with their own line of clothing? not like theirs are anything ground breaking or anything, i mean, their clothing line looks exactly like fubu or all the other clothes out there. ack!!! my name is breht, and i'm not an alcoholic, i just have this uncontrollable urge to drink and can't stop. i do, however, carry a flask. i would like to hereby withdraw this blog as anything considered a rational thought. everyone here is now dumber, having read this. i award me no points, and may god have mercy on my soul! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:53 AM Thursday, June 13, 2002 get you! "i'd gladly pay you tuesday, for a hamburger today!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:15 PM this fax machine is the most irritating piece of shit ever. i can't believe it! have you seen office space? that's what i expect to do to this one, if we ever get a new one. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:44 PM does it ever make sense to call your company 10 minutes before a scheduled pick-up, all the way on the other side of town no-less, to say that you've just dropped off a previous passengers - whom the office had that pick-up scheduled to be dropped off an hour previously - and you won't be able to make said pick-up in 10 minutes? on top of that, this is a driver who always does this, and we tell him EVERY TIME to let us know at least a half hour ahead of time, so at least we have a chance to find another way to get a driver there on time, or there abouts. anyway, we're writing up a contract for this idiot that if he does this again, something happens. i'm rooting for either suspension or fired. i mean, he's had at least 10 warnings, and that's meaning that he's done this to us at least 10 times. he does this other thing that he has something planned, so he needs a block off time and/or the day off, and he tells us the night before. even though we tell him, logically, he needs to tell us at least a day ahead so we can find another driver, or at least ask ahead of time, before making plans, if it'll be all right to have this time off. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:18 PM it's mighty hot today! but it's nice out! i should've rode my bike to work today, but i probably wouldn't have. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:38 PM Wednesday, June 12, 2002 get you! today was a productive, waste of a day. i spent the entire day studying. that's what i get for putting things off. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:06 PM Tuesday, June 11, 2002 get you! something's happening to the blog! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:26 PM i can't wait till this sunday. very stoked! haven't been to a show for a while, which is all right, because i haven't had money. it's also the night right after this show. i really wish it were raw, but house shows and smackdown are better, because there's no time frame to fit in, so you get more (buff) stuff! plus it's in anaheim, and that's always better. i've got my disneyland year pass... maybe i'll run in there to get (lieutenant dan) ice cream! michaels is dice! he's sooo sexy, but not as sexy as jeff hardy. i'm gonna go watch it again! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:22 PM ungh! ungh! ungh! i should go knock their door down! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:13 PM there was a blog i posted a while back about being here at work and the neighbors upstair blasted some irritating house music. well, it's on again. "blasting latin, bulgarian, whatever world music that was trendy that week!" i don't like listening to the repetitive, narcotic bass thumps! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:13 PM "hi, may i help you?" "do you have lincoln navigator limos?" "nope!" "how much are they an hour?" "i just said we don't have them!" "oh, i'm sorry!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:45 PM i got to go on my break and stayed here for it. i just went into the living room to study. and just as i suspected, right when i go on it, the phones stop ringing. there were three calls the entire hour i was on break. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:44 PM i agreed to come in earlier today, because sean promised i could get a break, since i need to study for finals. i made him promise, because usually when i come in under these circumstances, i don't get the break. so everything's going good, i'm getting ready for break. this whole day i've gotten about 4 calls. why the fuck does 20 calls come in now? it's so fucking ridiculous. i swear to god, for the past 1/2 hour i've not been off the phone, and sean leaves at five, and i need to fucking study! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:44 PM Monday, June 10, 2002 get you! i've tried to learn grace kelly w/ wings, but no dice! school's almost out, and once my cs class' final is done, i'll be happy. i hate that class. all the old people are in it. i hope they break a hip! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:30 PM Sunday, June 09, 2002 get you! strange clubs they have over there brett. far as i know, there's no fat clubs in hawaii... just fat people that go to them. har har har! piebald was awesome, if anyone has the chance, i suggest you go see them. aaron does the meanest windmill/hair whips ever. Anonymous partied hard at 7:04 PM the fight sucked! the party was great. it was almost like jeff's except no pool, no jacuzzi, no big screen tv, small house, no pond, no study, the kitchen counter was the bar... what it did have, though, is a brick wall with a vine sort of thing covering it completely, so it looks like a bush. so dean thought it was a bush and ran pretty fast and dove shoulder first into it. i didn't get to see it, but i know dean, and when sugar told me about it, i couldn't stop laughing. so after everyone left, sugar, these other fools, sugar's dad, and i just sat and talked and smoked out. one guy was cooking shark. they decided that we should all go to club curves (which is a club for fat chick and guys who love them), because a couple of the guys there were very interested in getting laid. so we went, and i said that since we're going to a fat club, i'm bringing some shark. just in case the women get hungry. when we got there they said i should trash it, because the people there were pretty uptight. we went in and i started dancing around. we decided after five minutes to leave. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:06 PM Saturday, June 08, 2002 get you! one thing i hate at work is that everytime i dispatch the jobs, other jobs come in, and i have to switch the schedule around and that takes at least an hour more of work to do. so due to how it's been recently, i held out dispatching until now, as i'm about to leave, just in case someone makes a last minute reseravtion. so i dispatch. as soon as i do, some fucking bitch calls to make a reseravtion for tomorrow fucking morning. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:23 PM jukebox: piebald - not sure the name, but he can't believe nobody's ever told him about marcus garvey tonight is the fight. not sure who i'm going for, but there will be drinks. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:24 PM are all conservatives, republicans? i hate them both. conservatives = the trendy citizen, afraid to accept anything, or to make changes and think for themselves, until it's accepted by the masses. they pretty much stand for anything i believe in, and i've no time for them... if you sahmeeeeeeeeeeeeelalalalalalalala... Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:04 AM Friday, June 07, 2002 get you! i got my car back. i got into work. it was busy. a job for tonight i ended up having to do. it was a good job, and i made enough tip from it for next weekend's wrestling show. i felt like fighting everyone on the road today. the lakers won. tomorrow is the tyson/lewis fight. hope it's not a long day of work, so i can go. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:38 PM i don't think that anyone needs to have to censor themselves for anyone. inside jokes do give you the advantage on your foes! this game is over! shawn michaels is back. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:04 PM inside jokes are the best. they give you that edge when you're in a crowd. huh? Anonymous partied hard at 5:24 AM Thursday, June 06, 2002 get you! for some irritating reason, whenever i'm busy as hell in the office, every fucking person calls to confirm their reservations, confirmations, lost items, all that shit. i swear to god, it's only when i'm back up here. all other times, i have to call clients four billion times to get them to fax their stupid confirmations back and confirm shit. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:03 PM estimated cost of car being fixed: $253.33 problem with car: needs the biggest tune-up in history. it's probably my fault, though, because when i had that trouble with my air-flow meter last year, they told me i needed a tune-up, which i brushed aside. mostly because i didn't have the money for it. oh, well!! i just may be short on cash for next weekend, where the likes of the wwe will grace us in the city of anaheim. right now i'm sending documents and crap to this collection angency, because the freaking department of water & power are trying to charge me for the month after i moved out of the old place. it's been a while, but i've had all the documents and stuff, i just hadn't the time and sort of forgot about it. those people are idiots. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:27 PM Wednesday, June 05, 2002 get you! breht does need a vacation. sheri, if you do go for the kids, they will play only about 7 or 8 old ones. after skimming through their album again, i think they pretty much played their entire new album, so you would have to sit through it. just take long bathroom breaks. hehehehe!! i need to read some. be back later! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:08 PM Tuesday, June 04, 2002 get you! we got to the house of blues and valet parked. i was ready to give them the $10 for the parking, only to realize that it's now $15. how lame is that? the food's not that great, either. actually, it is, but it's expensive, and they gave us such little portions. we go to the bar, and the bartender says, "can i get you appetizers, maybe some calamari?" "no, actually, we'd like two long island iced teas!" we sit down, and after 10 years, our waiter comes and asks, "can i get you guys some appetizers, maybe some calamari?" so we actually order that and an order of spinich-artichoke dip. the dip comes with a choke-load of dip, and they give you like two chips. the calamari was a joke. it was like a small portion. ridiculous. then, mike and i order a meal and split it, and decide to order a side of mashed potatoes, since it was only $3. it was a small scoop of mashed potatoes. hot rod circuit really sucks. they have a very good drummer, but they suck very much. the second guitarist looks like mitch kramer, from dazed and confused. there was some acoustic, solo performer next. and just that guy on stage by himself, was much more entertaining than hot rod circuit. from what i got from that guys songs - his name is stuart, his recently made wife's name is erica, he took the long way home, the house caught on fire, it's the happiest day of his life, she's going to be asked a question, which the answer will be yes!, the bottle is half empty. that's not all one song, it's all his songs put together. i think that guy just took a week's worth of journal entries and made an album. he was entertaining, though. mike and i went outside to get some air, and james dewees was there. actually, it wasn't. it was some idiot dressed exactly like james, right down to the bracelets. lame! so we wait for the kids to take the stage. the screen goes up, then down, then it showed their new video for "overdue." it was all right. it's just basically a video (edward scissorhands), with the art from something to write home about and on a wire. then they opened up with three of their new songs, which, to no surprise, everyone just stood around - not even nodding heads. oh, kai, you asked if matt was going to still look like wolverine, he looked more like wally cleaver. anyway, they played "valentine," and still not much going on. some movement for that song, but the overall reaction was zilch. then he says, "we can't help but notice that you're all just standing around, so we're gonna kick it up a notch. this song's called holidays!" then, the show started. then, they immediately go into new stuff. so it stands still again. it's funny! i think their album came out like two weeks ago, yet the crowd seemed to already know the whole entire album, and responded to the songs as if they were classics. lame! the overall crowd was great. get-up kids realize that when they make/play rocking songs, people respond. "10 minutes," as always, was the most rocking song. that was the most fun. the whole place got into it, but there was space to dance. they also played "michele with one l." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:28 AM Sunday, June 02, 2002 get you! today's game was by far the best game i've ever seen. it was too funny, but yet, surprising enough that i thought the kings might actually pull off the victory, or at least make the spread. the lakers may be the team with the mis-shaped heads, but the kings were the ugly team. first and foremost we have turkoglu, the guy who through the entire game was referred to by me, as well as everyone else there, as the ugly guy. this guy was all over the place. flopper, i mean divac, got thrown out in the fourth due to his fouls. that guy's another silly guy out there. i so want a divac action figure. i promised angela that if i ever found a lakers' jersey of divac's, that i'd get it for her. note to anyone out there, if you do find one, you could send it to me for a compensation. although, don't count on your compensation anytime soon, as i do tend to slack with the post office. the lakers were pissing me off in the beginning as offensively, they weren't doing crap. everyone was scared to come into the key. bibby,on the kings, i have to give props to, because he pretty much carried the kings to their status throughout this game, although, he did bug us, being that he was on the opposing team. Fisher, although on the rooted for team, pissed me off, because he couldn't pull his weight in the first quarter. although, he did contribute to some key plays later in the game - particularly, the fourth quarter. stojakovic, though having the coolest last name in the nba, did jack crap for the kings. though, in his defense, he was injured. matt dillon/sugar ray (aka, pollock), sucked. i hate this guy more and more every season. he's got sideburns now, though. there's also another fool on the kings - who, by the way is also ugly - i don't remember his name, but he looks like that crack head from the pj's. webber can cry, or look as mad, as much as he wants, but he still lost. stop smirking. so i guess shaq might have had extra cheese sauce, or maybe a free king sized shaq pack today, because he made a bunch o' free throws. funny as hell. madsen, as much as you try, you're still a replacement. so no matter how hard you cheer, you're not gonna replace shaq. you know what's also funny? you may know that kobe does sprite commercials, but as much as i meant it to be a joke, after the game, while being interviewed, that moron was actually drinking a sprite. with two plugs thrown in as he took sips during the interview. i may have to drink sprite more now, since a star actually drinks his promotion. at first, i couldn't stop laughing, just at the fact that he was drinking a sprite. then, i couldn't stop rolling after the first sip, let alone his second sip. oh, car's still broken, though i got a loner one. hopefully, sean can work out a deal with our shop to fix my car and bill me later for it. fingers crossed every which way, possible. on a, i don't know yet if it's a positive note, though, more on that tomorrow eveing, the get-up kids show is tomorrow night. as much as they've been disappointing me recently, they do have this show to save themselves. at this point, their name does not deserve a link. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:39 PM my left toe feels like a right finger... what? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:58 AM Saturday, June 01, 2002 get you! if i just answered the phones today at work as, "hi, paramount limousine services, we're booked for the evening! thank you for calling," that would've worked for 99% of the 900 kajillion calls i've received today. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 6:48 PM what's funny is on the wire, bob talks about beer pong. i've seen that game played once, though i didn't know the name until now. we got to a party and they were setting the game up, although at that time, i didn't know it was a game and thought that the person setting it up was just being a nice host. so i walked up and took a cup of beer. needless to say, five minutes later - once the game started, i realized why the guy was filling those cups up. i had my cup! i was also thinking, you know how sometime you think you see a celebrity, but you have some doubts about it? rick allen (def leppard drummer) is screwed on that deal! like, what would people say? "i thought i might have seen rick allen today. i'm not sure, it could've been someone else!" "well, did he have a left arm?!" you think rick wears a fake arm when he goes out incognito? or does he have a stunt double? does that stunt double have one arm? what if there was a one armed, exact replica of rick, but the stunt double was missing a right arm? would he win a costume party? when rick allen beat his wife at lax, did he grab her by the shirt and pin her against the wall (like bullies do), and attempt to punch her, only to realize he had one arm and that's why he wasn't hitting her, and then maybe threw her down after that? was he dr. agon? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:23 PM oh, yeah! so i do have a new roommate! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:41 PM so i go to start my car to go meet the new roommate at the bank to get cash for the deposit and rent, and my car won't start. luckily, sammy is heading to my place, so he comes and checks in, and there's nothing he can do. hence, i need to take it to a mechanic, and i don't have cash. i managed to get to work, and i got two messages to call these two people. i haven't even had a chance to settle in or anything, and they call me. that really iriitates me! i mean, if you're told that i'll call you back, why don't they just wait? ack! i need some coffee! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:41 PM |