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Monday, June 14, 2004 get you! after lots of talk about brewing my own beer, i finally did it. i bought a home beer brewing kit from these guys. it's the deluxe brewing kit. it's probably the first investment i've done in ages that will be financially beneficial. nothing much else to talk about at the moment. uh, tonight is robot comic's second show. anyone who reads this and lives in omaha, it's at the power pad. i don't know the street address, but it's across the street from the brother's lounge. this week's going to suck at the ice cream shop because of the college world series. anyone see this? such a great movie. macaulay culkin is great. jenna malone is hot and great. the whole concept of the film is great. uh, all rights, i'm out. gonna do today's crossword and meet kyle at the moon and get drunk and go to the show. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:11 PM Friday, June 11, 2004 get you! jukebox: neutral milk hotel - not sure what album. i'm in jeff's room and i just hear it from up here. i need to listen to that jay-z song. last night worked out really well. work was fine, even though we were busy as hell. but i liked it a lot. we ended up going to the crescent moon after, randomly, since we never usually go there on thursdays. andy, chris, grant, and jackie were there; which was really weird. so chaz-core and i were drinking and dilley came. then later vince came. i don't know if i mentioned this, but mad dog night the other night was a complete success. i came home and jackie, andy, and grant had mad dogs in the fridge. within an hour, about 10 of us all had mad dogs in the fridge. i was kind of nervous, even as much of an alcoholic that i am, the first and last time i had mad dog (about 1997) i had my first and worst hangover. but it turned out all right. after drinking it and four other beers, we went to the upstream. played pool, got more drunk, and came home. the d & d kids were gone, fischer was walking in his boxer shorts, and grant was lying in the tub, naked. dishes were all broken in and by the sink. i don't really remember much after that, except that i woke up on the couch completely soaked. i went down to the basement to my room and crashed. i felt really great the next day. seriously. well, i'm working at the ice cream shop tonight. take care of those ice cream eating mother fuckers. talk more later. peace. jukebox: jay-z - 99 problems Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 3:50 PM Wednesday, June 09, 2004 get you! last night at work, about 10:21 pm, i got a call asking what time we closed. i told the person that we closed at 10:30 pm. he asked if we could stay open a few minutes later, and i said that we close the doors about five minutes before, and if he got there by then it'd be fine. we were busy all night, and i didn't want to keep the shop open. so at around 10:25, i locked the front door and turned of the entrance lights, but i opened the side door so the people inside could leave. i went into the office to count the safe. i came out a little after 10:30 and audrey told me to lock the side door, because stupid, inconsiderate mother fuckers were coming in through it. there was a guy in line with some girls and he kept looking at me and i knew that it was him who called and that fucker came in through the side door. i know for a fact that he wasn't in the shop when i locked the door, because i would've recognized him, because he's been my arch-nemesis since my first week there. i don't know if it's just the people that i hang around with, but when we go to places and realize that they're closing soon we don't bother going in. we know that they're probably cleaning up and wanting to leave, or else they've already cleaned up, and if we went in and ordered stuff then they'd have to bring things out that they've already cleaned and keep them there longer. most people don't have that sort of thinking. people are stupid. at the health food place, we have a pretty good size menu board a little off the ground right between the cash register and the deli case. there's a plant behind it. most people come in, walk past the menu board, look into the deli case, walk past the menu board again, and start looking around. then they'll ask, "you guys have a menu?" and then i just look at them like they're a fucking idiot and i can't believe they're really asking that and point it and say, "yeah, right next to you." i'm just being bitchy. i hate how stupid people are. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:21 PM people are stupid. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:30 AM Wednesday, June 02, 2004 get you! so other than almost slicing off the tip of my left index finger, i'm doing all right. had several great parties this weekend, and i'm glad everybody came to it. my buddy grant and i are starting this variety act and we're trying to get shows opening for bands. one of our ideas was a robot comic. we would build a robot and connect it to his laptop and type in jokes and have the computer say it. we tried it this past friday at jackie's party and it was a success, and we got two shows booked this weekend; though i don't think we might be ready. anyhow, the subject of most of our jokes was coucil bluffs. we know a lot of people from there, and for some reason, most of them were at the party. council bluffs is across the river from us, in iowa, and the people there are homophobic/white trash people. most of them, at least. all the people we know are super chill. so most of our jokes were about how people from council bluffs were all fags. and others like: "what's the difference between a car crash and coucil bluffs?" "you slow down to see the a car crash!." we've got some material for our next show, and it should be great. last wednesday was shane's last wednesday in omaha, so we met him at the upstream for $1.50 pints. (hey, tonight's wednesday!) i got off work at seven and went straight there. drew met up with me a little after eight and we were both drunk already. shane came later with his crew, and i don't know where our crew was. anyway, around 12:30 drew suggests that we go to the french underground. we go and down three gin and tonics each within the next half hour. we left and were yelling at people and went to ted and wally's to get my bike. we started riding home and drew kept falling down off his bike. half way home this car turns on to the street and drew yells, "you mother fucker!" he stops and reverses and asks, "what you say?" and drew just says, "aw, we're just drunk and yelling things." and he says, "oh, okay." and drives off. i spent the rest of the ride home puking while riding my bike. i past out on the porch and vince got home from his trip to virginia. he helped me in and went upstairs. he came back down and i was sleeping standing up against the kitchen cupboard. he woke me again and i went to bed. Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 2:08 PM today fucking suck! Mr. Breakfast partied hard at 11:14 AM |