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Saturday, December 28, 2002 get you! haha brett, i think i know what that story is. i'll leave it to you to tell though. was good hanging again man. i'll be in omaha soon, so yeah. i expect some writing about the drive there as well. "it's right down the street, turn right and go past the school." Anonymous partied hard at 8:15 PM Wednesday, December 25, 2002 get you! so joe strummer died. i wish that i could feel like the rest of the world that a great musical influence had died, but i don't. it's sad he died, but i was never really into the clash (though i liked some of their stuff), and from what i know of joe, he's a farce. he might be cool, but there's things about him that i don't like. r.i.p. joe! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:24 PM have the funniest story ever about the other night. more on that later. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:06 PM Monday, December 23, 2002 get you! i'm bloggin right now via a 56k modem, on aol no less. never again shall i be in this predicament. i'm at the parents' and i'm hot as hell. i'm so missing the los angeles weather (night weather). is it getting cold there? i can't wait to get back into la. i also need to finalize my travel arrangements. i'd like to take care of that soon. hawai'i's been fun thus far. spent a lot of time at elephant and castle getting pissed out our brains. everyone and their mothers came out last night. i couldn't believe that sonny and tory was there. not together, though. anyway, i still need to buy some gifts, and i hate my bank. i need to check something when i get back, and if i'm right...heads are going to roll. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:17 AM Thursday, December 19, 2002 get you! playing gta vice. i went to pearlridge today and i've never wanted to get out of a place faster. that place sucks to bad, and everyone there were dorks. well, be back later. love, breht Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:12 PM Tuesday, December 17, 2002 get you! so i'm officially un-employed. very, very dice!!!! might be hooking up with mike folks tonight, but if not, tomorrow i'm in hawaii. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 8:08 PM jukebox: nothing. there's this guy that works here that keeps moving my personal radio to the other room. no worrys, though, because i'm heading to that room soon. in other news, it's my last day of work! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:28 AM Saturday, December 14, 2002 get you! jukebox: pogues - "yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah" i've long since clocked out, but i still reside at my desk here at work. what am i doing here? uh, getting drunk! but seriously, i've been burning discs and trying to read. i'm just getting my music collection ready for hawaii and our journey across half of america. i'm still debating on whether or not to get a video camera. if anything, at least for the trip and return it later. what really sucks is that i've been getting down loads of lyrics, and i've been having tons o' music in my head, but i've no outlet for it. my guitar is packed and missing a top string. my keyboard's adapter is in a box somewhere, and i don't have any other musical instrument. i need to learn to use the effects on my keyboard. whatever the case, i can't wait to jam once i get back to hawaii. i've played drummed only once in like four years. i'm looking for the jam's dig the new breed lp. not like i've actually gone out looking for it, but it's one of the records i've been itching to get. also, i've found some gifts i'd like to get for my sister and brother, but i'm wondering if i should go buy it or order it and have it shipped to home. i wish that my family would celebrate x-mas on the 24th (my mum's b-day) or the 26th. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:33 PM jukebox: shane macgowan - "my way" shane said that one thing that he did that he wish he didn't was this song. i was just reminded of something funny. roy, do you remember when you came to work with me and i said, "it's saturday, boss isn't coming in," and so we brought some beer up and my boss and his bro came over? Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 10:02 PM "i told you i always loved you. i always did. i always will." this is the best way to work. i still need to do a bit more closing up, and i've decided to make a manual for most of the things i do here. sean's out, i went and bought some hummus and a 12 pack. i just wished that now the other workers were here. whatever! i'm getting paid to drink right now. i don't think i'm going to bones' tonight. i hate that whenever i have plans i always get stuck at work, but when i'm doing nothing i get off early and stuff. note to self: roasted garlic hummus is bad ass! jukebox: pogues - "pair of brown eyes" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:47 PM today got very irritating fast. it should be a slow day, so a good day to train, eh? no dice! as soon as the trainee called to be buzzed in a million calls came in. i throw out ridiculous rates and they still booked it. then everything doesn't work, so that backed things up. needless to say, i spent a lot of hours doing jack crap, which would be great; i mean i'm getting paid. the thing is, though, i wanted to get off earlier tonight. i needed to get some reading done and then was going to meet mike at bones' place to watch some ultimate fighting championship. you know, see ken shamrock get rawked. but mostly to get pissed. either way, tomorrow we're watching wrestling at buno's. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:00 PM speaking of ridiculous toys! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:01 PM jukebox: built to spill - "the host" second to the last day of work, and right now i don't feel like doing anything. at least not until i force myself into the other room to get some joe. it's great that those corporate toy sluts have tricked the public, once again, into thinking that a new elmo is all the rage. every year they make millions, and the public eats up their rubbish. i for one, will have nothing to do with any type of elmo. chicken dancing nick carter, though... i'm in much earlier for a saturday, but all i've done so far was label the new discs i'm making, throw my laundry in the wash, about to brush teeth but realized that i left my toothpaste at the homestead, made a pot o' coffee, and procrastinating calling a client that-just like every order i don't take-correct the mistakes that were made when taking their order. i can't believe how incompetent people are. i need to work out a ride situation for wednesday. i hate the fact that i'm so close to the airport and i have to get a ride. i wish that a rental car agency was around the corner, so i could just take the shuttle. cab ride is $10. any other person i ask will have to go much out of their way to take me a mile down the road, and i don't find that worth the bother. i think i may just schedule one of our drivers to do it. in other news, scientist in the nuclear sub-division... i heard a funny joke: "why do chicken coupes have only two doors?" "because if they had four, they would be called chicken sedans." thank you! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:04 AM Friday, December 13, 2002 get you! jukebox: pogues - "fairytale of new york" everything's finally going great at work. it's all just cruise for now. i'm going to make a ton o' hours by tomorrow, and it's all just training, doing laundry.... to make things even better, jeff just called and is picking me up the dr. feelgood and use your illusion i lps. how dice is that? now that everything's going great, i'll just sit back and wait for the next major catastrophe... Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:57 PM "it was x-mas eve, babe!" man, oh man! i really hope today stays like this. no one coming in for training and everything's under control. this week is dragging slower and slower... i hope that waiamea isn't too pumping when i'm there, because i want to jump off the rock for a bit. on smackdown! last night, there's this new wrestler who is supposed to be cousin to jaime noble. he looks like matt hardy/tom cruise. i should be heading into the other room soon, so i can icq. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:48 PM Thursday, December 12, 2002 get you! funny thing, too, why would the lady ask santa for arms? he makes toys not body parts. hey jeff, remember that human grocery store thing we were talking about in vegas? anyway, wouldn't that freak you out if you woke up on x-mas and looked in your stocking and there were two arms? would it come with a surgery kit to attach it? are there horse socks? a chocolate covered surgeon? "i've got prosthetic arms. i guess i did it." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:39 PM jukebox: jawbreaker - "save your generation" for some reason the blog's not working, so i'm blogging via notepad for now. i'll post this later. 5:11 pm today sucked a bunch. i think the only thing that kept my sanity was that i have icq access i can't wait till saturday evening. after that is my weekend and then my weekend starts on tuesday. actually, i go to hawaii on wednesday, so does that mean my "weekend starts on wednesday"? what the hell are you talking about, breht? what's also good about my location in the office now is that my computer is in the room furthest from the others. dice! i watched this thing on tv the other night. well, angela was watching it and it was this thing about our judicial system. this lady was raped and had both her arms cut off, and the guy who did that to her got out of jail and, as he promised, attacked her again. so anyway, she has these prosthetic arms and can draw really well. they were telling her story and her then husband was talking about their courtship and how after their second date or something, her shoulders were sore, because those prosthetic arms are heavy. so he said, "she took them off, and i saw her and just started crying. she looked just like a bird." lol! i couldn't stop laughing. then he was saying stuff like, "she used to always ask santa for two arms for christmas." funny thing was the guy wasn't trying to be mean or anything. uh, i watched forrest gump last night. "lieutenant dan, ice cream!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:34 PM so i've got everything i need for today (at least for now) on my personal computer. hence, icq access, music, vids.... anyway, i've got today plus three more days of work. i wish i were off already. i walked to work today, and on the way i saw a house with a santa and a snowman thing on it, but they were knocked over. i wanted to take a pic but decided to do it later. i hope they don't fix it soon. sunday is armageddon. it's the last pay-per-view at buno's... in la for that matter. should be dice, though i've not been watching much wrestling recently. getting drunk and stuff is just as fun. i had a very bizarre dream last night: all of us were together, mike caloud too. we were at this very compact skatepark. mike and i were doing nollie 180s, but i couldn't do them without reverts. then troy and i were talking about that stupid transporter thing that they're trying to legalize. the one with two wheels and a handle and you roll around. i was telling troy how stupid those were, and troy agreed and then revealed that he had one of those. dream was much longer than that but, obviously, i forgot the rest. jukebox: bright eyes - "sunrise, sunset" all right, i've got to do real work. be back (i'll be on icq)! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:00 PM Tuesday, December 10, 2002 get you! that bitch! she kept giving me an attitude like it's my fault. i told her it's never taken me this long to do this. i asked to speak to a supervisor to which i told him my situation and, as i was telling her, everything was settled in two minutes. i'm off to "my" desk now. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 5:56 PM brb. i'm dealing with the most irritating, unprofessional fucking bitch in the world. heads are about to roll!!! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 4:27 PM Sunday, December 08, 2002 get you! there was nothing on when i woke up, so i started watching jurassic park iii. it was sort of dumb, but much better than the lost world. i just watched it, so i wouldn't have to ever pay to watch it. it was actually sort of ridiculous, like the velociraptors (sp) set up a trap for them. i couldn't stop laughing at that, or the part where it's chasing them, and they run through this caged area down a hall. then the velociraptor is walking past the hall, then stops and turns and sees them. another thing, all of the velociraptors were talking to each other; not in human voices or subtitles, but in their screaming sort of way. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:07 PM Saturday, December 07, 2002 get you! i almost forgot. has anyone seen this? the part where they're kidnapping melanie griffith's character, i'm 99% sure that the song playing is the locust. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:54 PM i'm burning something on my computer in the other room, and i really want to listen to bright eyes' "if winter ends." i have it on disc, but i can't find it, because there's this thing i like to do where i don't label my discs. it's really fun. it's like a game; you want to listen to or watch something, and you have to search through piles of discs to find it. dice! $40 to tow my car. no dice! i can't wait to not have a car to worry about. everytime i need my car, everything goes wrong. on the other hand, whenever i don't have to deal with it and just use my bike, i'm always chill. if i didn't have finals coming up i wouldn't give a damn. jukebox: hot snakes - "i hate the kids" so anyway, i'm at work, waiting for the shop to give me an estimate. i also have to stuff envelopes with calendars we're sending out to our clients. that's dice. what i'll do is, once my disc is done burning, i'll go in the other room and stuff the envelopes while watching chasing amy. i'm also setting up transportation for monday for that dumb ass mtv show dismissed. i hate to know that i'm somehow affiliated with that show. ack! it's funny, though, because we're picking up this guy and girl-who aren't supposed to meet each other until they get to the first location-both from the san diego area, and we're bringing them up to hollywood. why is that funny? well, the pick ups are basically from the same area and there's a huge chance that they will be following each other up to the location. jukebox: hot snakes - song 4 from suicide invoice. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:33 PM Friday, December 06, 2002 get you! so, sammy was saying how he wanted to buy my car from me when i left. i then told sammy that my car's a piece of shit. he tells me to tow it to a shop and get an estimate. i say okay. he says that once i do that, call him and he'll see if it's cool. then he'd pay for it, and when i get done with the car, i'll collect the balance of whatever it is he owes me for the car. so then i say, "that's dice!" jukebox: minus the bear - "not sure what song, but i'm just stoked that i have new music" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:30 PM oh, and the show last night rawked. i have a vague recollection of hey mercedes, mostly in part to my drunkeness. i remember their performance, i just can't remember the songs they played and stuff. so i met mike at school and we got beer and then met his buddy chad. chad's art class had class at la cabana (mexican restaurant), so we went there and got pissed on margaritas. i dug his class and classmates. so after adrienne got off of work, we picked her up and headed to the roxy. avail was a lot better than i expected. i knew a few songs they played, but i was digging them a lot. they had this jester sort of guy on stage. he's just like that dumb dancing guy from the bosstones, except this guy actually sang. maybe he does sign language for the deaf fans? (rim shot!) Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:20 PM i've been here at work for about an hour just looking at stuff i need to do, but i haven't done anything yet. i don't really feel like working today. i think that my clutch is totally fucked. i wasn't sure at first, because when i press in the clutch, it feels like it's all right. but what do i know? so i rode my bike to work, which i like, but the thing that i don't like is that i only need a car for a week more, but it's a very important week that will require the use of a car. i don't want to pay to get a new clutch, nor do i want to rent a car. i just talked to jeff, and he suggested-which makes sense-that i ditch the car (which i won't be needed and was planning on getting rid of anyway), and fix my bike (which i will be taking with me and need to fix anyway. plus the cost for a new clutch and fixing the bike would be about the same). i've just had a cup of coffee. jukebox: piebald - "the king of the road" i just felt like listening to this album. in particular, that song about work: "work should not control our every minute. eat to work, sleep to work. live to work. work!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:50 PM Tuesday, December 03, 2002 get you! oh, yeah! i also got a new phone now. hence, dice! no flippy thing! no bad reception! no 10 ton charger! "does he look like a bitch?!" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:41 PM jukebox: siouxsie & the banshees w/ morrissey - "interlude" this song is very slow. what's black, in a mug, and tastes like crap? this coffee! so i started a bit early today, because it was busy, and i stupidly decided to come in to do personal stuff. for some other dumb reason i got my slides back and they're double exposed. i've no idea how that happened. anyway, i've got one more roll of slides to pick up, and if those are fucked, i don't care. i'm not putting any more money into that class. actually, i've no money or time. i need to get discs. i need to change my jukebox. jukebox: siouxsie & the banshees - "kiss them for me" what i really hate more than anything are lectures. they're so pointless, wastes much time, and just get you (at least it gets me) more pissed. so, sean was telling me of this new deal we're promoting, so i just said, in an attempt to show that i actually care about it, "do we still offer a free hour if it's slow?" then he went into this whole fucking lecture, with all his salesman's talk and all that crap for about 10 minutes. all the while i'm just trying to ignore him and fussing with stuff, so he'll catch the hint that i'm busy, but no dice! the whole deal behind his fucking state of the union address was that we can't charge less than $45/hr. that's all he had to say. don't get me wrong, i like him talking to me about this stuff when it's slow-i mean, that means i get paid to sit and enjoy storytime theatre, but when it's busy and stuff, he's the last person i want to see. that's okay, though, because i've only 6 days of work left. breht, stop yo' bitchin'! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:39 PM Sunday, December 01, 2002 get you! jukebox: the beach boys - "god only knows" last night we got some beers and just hung out at steve's. didn't do much 'cept talk, which was dice! he got to go to ireland and london this past summer. two of the top five places i really want to go to. he also went to the big island, where he got to see nikki sixx. his daughter and his niece were in the same day-care thing at the hotel. i wish i had his summer, though i had a pretty dice one. at least july and august. jukeout: elvis costello - "radio, radio" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 1:36 PM |