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September 19, 2002

The downsides of being too drunk…

Except last night. I went up to the Full Moon Club last night around 10pm. I stumble in, sit at the bar with Chad and have who knows how many Pabst Blue Ribbons. Sick shit….oh well…. I was at the Full Moon earlier showing mary and shea the flyer i made for them. They said they liked it, rewarded me […]
September 15, 2002

Whatcha doe dis eekend.

Last night started out by getting really stoned on the way to my sister’s ballet show on the roof of the Gibson Guitar factory. You havn’t lived till you and your friend roll up into a ballet stoned and drunk. I’m sure my mom could tell since i was laughing a little too much. Then fucking sam shows up. Sam […]
September 14, 2002

Starting to get hate mail again…

Like a lot of sweat Midtowners, i went to the cooper young festival today. I didn’t bring my camera, and since i wasn’t really drinking, nothing really happened. Just scores and scores of beautiful and pierced women. We were walking out of the Java Cabana and i told micaela that i wanted to fuck every girl in a 5 mile […]
September 11, 2002

You’re all a bunch of faggots

And you. And the faggots that can’t figure out that thise little arrows on the concrete in a parking lot are there for. You’re coming up to the Shnucks on Poplar. Yes, this grocery store, formally called Sessels, is not a “Snucks”. Anyway, you’re going to get food, you’re coming East bound so you gotta turn in front of, oh […]
September 9, 2002

Back to our regularly scheduled program…

Yay, server is back up, i can commence with my work and play. Since i’m at the office i can’t upload any pics. I don’t have any new pics anyway so it works out pretty well in the end. Was a pretty boring weekend. Didn’t drink at all so most of the time was spent being loaded out of my […]
September 5, 2002

Can’t be harder then learing how to drive stick.

I had been talking about buying a keyboard for about 3 months. I dunno, after learning how to drive a manual transmission vehicle by just getting in it and driving around until it clicked has activated some weird fascination with the power of victory. Maybe it’s the routine of my life. The work, drink, sleep cycle fucks with you. Except […]
September 4, 2002

Soooooooooooo sob3raahshahaha

so around 7pm tonight i start paging chad, the guy im hanging out with, paging him with the msg “666”. After the 3rd time he starts really really getting worried. i paged him again with 666 while he was in the bathroom and finally i had to give in and tell him i should have kept the joke going. i […]
September 3, 2002

I don’t want to have sex with men.

I’m sorry, it’s just getting old. I’m in a weird time of my life. Ive been going out by myself, having a 3-4 drinks by myself, talking to whoever i run into or whoever has the balls to walk up and talk to me, driving home, having one last Corona and just having a good fucking time. It’s been all […]
September 1, 2002

The worst nights are when you go out by yourself

It all started with a bottle of wine, photoshopping my head on Robert Denerio, you know, a typical Saturday night. Then i shower, put on my favorite pair of pants and to to watch Barry spin at Melange. This is when the devil took over. I drunkley(sp) helped Barry carry in his records like a true DJ hoe and then […]