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Thursday, April 22, 2004 get you! i have this thing that i hate unobservant people and stupid people, and they usually go hand in hand. anyway, the health market that i work at has this big store front. on the railing we have this banner for this pet food that we sell here. on the wall right in front of the store, next to the neon "open" sign, we have a huge sign that says, "jane's health market and deli." so this lady walks in and comes straight to the deli (and i hate people who do this. come straight to the deli to ask stupid questions, rather than try to look stuff for themselves; being that this store isn't that big, and we don't have much products, so it's very easy to locate things. especially if you've ever been to a grocery store in your life.) and asks me, "is this pets only?" "excuse me?" "is this pets only?" "what do you mean? it's a health market and deli. i mean we sell pet food also." "we'll i'm looking for whole wheat pasta." "yeah, we sell that." lady still standing there with a dumb look on her face, "i've never been here before." "it's towards the back," i say, not really directing her to where it is, just directing her to the rest of the store that i guess she failed to notice upon entering the store. jukebox: air supply - "all out of love" Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 9:02 AM jukebox: nirvana - "about a girl" so last night i bought my pixies ticket for chicago in november. super stoked. in other stoking news, andrew wk is coming to town the day after i get back from cali. he's playing with the locust. should be a "party." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 7:43 AM Wednesday, April 21, 2004 get you! jukebox: henry rollins - "get in the van" so it's been a hell of a year so far. too much going on. so a couple of weeks ago, we drove up to minnesota 'cause my roommates' band was playing a house show there. the show was in the basement, and me and my buddy mario were standing in the stairwell that leads to the basement. people started to leave and we-jokingly-started telling them that we were charging $5 to leave. they were all saying stuff like, "no way, man. i'm not paying $5 to leave." anyway, the funny part was when mario finished his beer, i told him to through it in the hole behind him in the wall. he did. then spit in it. immediately after that, this dude with a beard came out from around the corner holding the can of beer. i couldn't stop laughing. next weekend, we go to chicago. some of the people we knew from there were at this really posh restaurant slash bar. i'd been drinking a bunch of whiskey and beer so far. me and robert decide to go there and meet these people there. we go there, order shots and a beer. we take our shots and i'm waiting for my credit card receipt to sign for it. all of a sudden i puked all over the floor in front of the bar. i ran to the bathroom to clean up. i come out, go to the bar, my beer's gone and i don't see my card. this guy we were with told me he signed for it and brought my beer to the table. this dude walks up to me and says, what i thought, was, "when you got to go, you got to go." i said, "i did!" he lights my cigarette. he walks away. jeff says, "i think that guy wants you to leave." the guy walks back and says i need to leave. apparently, he was the owner or something, and he was really nice about it. he seemed as if he didn't want to kick me out but had to, because of the clientele. whatever! so i grabbed my beer, tanked it, and walked out. so anyway, has anyone ever listened to the henry rollins "get in the van"? funniest shit ever. "everyone can go get fucked!" "...he didn't do anything. we were too fucked up looking." "we were sound checking and i hear a misfits song coming from the upstairs club. 'cool,' i thought, 'a misfits song.' then another misfits song and i thought, 'a misfits cover band.' and then another misfits song. i go to check to see who this band is that's so bent on playing misfits song. it was the misfits." Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 12:26 PM |