New Years post

Alright, I guess this is a blogger tradition, cuzz everyone else is doing it. I'll make a friggin new year's post. First off, the front page might not be up till like sunday or so, but I am working on a new masthead, it just sucks. Kimba, wanna try? Second, for all that care, I'm going to Vivian's tonite around 10:00 or so. We may not stay there... but who knows. Third, shit that didn't suck in '04 ( and some shit that did)
Bad
*stuff that annoyed me like my job, not making enough cash, no steady girlfriend.
*My friends fighting, and causing me stress.
*The fact that I get stressed when my friends fight, cuzz I never cared B4. (Is this L--E?)
*Dimebag Darrel, Indian Larry, and all those who bit it B4 they had to.
*Getting stranded in sSoulard, then the Landing, then waiting...and waiting...for it to end.

Good
*Getting my own website to express myself, and allow my friends to do the same (if they want)
*Quitting my shitty job and being a slave no more.
*Ahhh, the Booze.
*and the drugs
*and the debauchery that I didn't have to pay the cops for.
*Moving Christ into her own place, and meeting her hot sister.
*Getting closer to Kimba, my best friend's girlfriend.
*Not paying for all the shit I stole from the shop.
*Hanging out at Vivian's until 4 am.
*There's tons more and if I think of anything, I'll add it later.

See you bitches in 2005, and I really appreciate all of you sticking around and not saying mean things or spamming and such.

AMF

This one is for tha college kids

If you are out of cash and totally sick and tired of ramen noodles, kick out the crappy ramen seasoning and add some pasta sauce. A little dab will do ya, and it covers the crappy noodle taste very well. Or, if you are lazy and in a hurry, the same things apply except it is faster to cook ramen noodles than regular spaghetti, and their shape holds the sauce better. There is less splash. Say, like in a car. It's good.

lamo

I WAS going through some of my old archives and looking over some of the past things I have written. Trying to connect with some essence of myself that wasn't connected directly to my job. I've been actively looking for a new one, but only on the internet. I'll get back to that in a second.
I ran across this post about thanksgiving, and I paused. It wasn't about thanksgiving so much, but about me. (Surprise!) It was a statemant and a big deal, really. But what does it mean now? I mean, now that my sorta biggest problem is not having a job, what does it matter if I want a gun or not? For that matter, what does it matter if I want a book, or video game right now? My wants, it seems, should go straight to the backburner. I need to do what I NEED to do, in order to get what I want in the longrun. Hmmm.
I'm not very good at that kind of stuff. I'm the type of person credit was created for. I'm the type of guy who prefers to work while he enjoys his prize. A six pack after a long day's work? not if I can have it now.
I'm smart enought to know the benefits of saving your dough and all that shit, but I cannot seem to do it. Not only do I need a new job, I need a new attitude, if I'm going to make it to the place I want to be. I tried to work really hard and be the best ot get paid the best, and I'll continue on that route, for being the best begets all bragging rights. But as far as that house with a big garage or, less realistically, my own Do Stuff warehouse, boy, I'm gonna have to save. I think that might mean staying off the booze, cutting down my drug use, and keeping myself busy by doing stuff, but we'll see.
I've tried all that before, and none of it works. maybe I'm not doing it right. Maybe I need to find a mate willing to help me improve myself. Maybe I don't want to improve at all, I'm just spoiled and expect everything for nothing. I sure as fuck didn't learn that there's always a silver lining from my last job. Man, what a waste of time.
I still want a gun. I still feel I need a gun, and sooner or later I will own a gun. Owning a gun is just one yellow brick though, kid. I need to know where the road ends, so I can start a path. I dunno where this is going, but I know I, myself, will go somewhere.

My friends

Yesterday, at golf, Kilgor remarked,"San Dimas High School football rules!" If you have to ask, you'll never know. God, I love these guys.

What a (Christ)mess

Spades night (before Christmas)

insomnia

This sucks. I can't sleep. I need my rest for tomorrow, it's a big day, lots to do. I keep going over all the shite I have to do and I wish it was morning already. Problem is, when morning hits I am going to be tired as fuck. I don't know what to do. All I feel is the urge to create and I have nothing to do it with. Plus, it's all late and whatever I make will probably be crap anyway. I guess I should get started on the shite for next month, masthead and all. Maybe I'll go try to beat KOTOR again. ...I wish I wasn't broke.

25 2x4's

twenty five two by fours until the battery wore down to uncutability. I probably could have ground out like one more board and the one that was half cut, but it's my tool. Not too shabby, I guess, but man, the batteries take like 3 hours to charge. The book also said to power cycle the batteries 6 times or so, so it might not be fully broke in. still for an emergency tool, I think it'll do.

Giftz

I recieved one of these from my pop for christmas. I fully charged the battery because I want to know how much the saw can saw before it dies. I also recieved a sonicare toothbrush, and it kicks ass. It's really weird to brush my teeth without actually brushing them, but it's kind of cool. Like I said, this is going to be a big year. I'm home, and I sent my resume to Monster.com and a couple of different places. The jobs they are offering right now seem a little intimidating, but hell, I'm me. If anyone can just jump into something and make it work, I can. I've gotta go cut wood now, I'll let you know the results in a few.

Today's the day

YEP, bloggin on christmas. Everything is still cool over here at Kimba's. I'm getting ready to leave and go back to my house for christmas. Should be cool. I think I'm getting a power drill for a job that I don't have anymore. Johan just called, I think later we are all going to meet up for a few drinks. I need more presents. I dug through Kimba's house and I found a few wrapped gifts that haven't been delivered yet. They don't have names on them, I think I'll just give them to the fam anyway. I was lying about that whole thing right there. I respect Kimba and Gnu's privacy, for fear of what I might find.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Who's Idea was it?

TO just throw the thousand or so packing peanuts irectly into the outside trashcan? Do you think you have the one over-achieving CARBAGE MAN who will chase the damn things all over the yard? "No honey, let's just hire a housesitter."

Other than that things have been going smothly. Me and scout have bonded a little, and now she sleeps by my by the couch. Not on my feet like I would like, but hey, we're working on it. Johan stopped by to take me out to lunch, but I'm broke so we made spaghetti. It was good. I'm doing the dishes now. I'm considering vacuuming. Myabe I'm just considering.

The armrests on Kimba's desk chair are very high, and it makes it hard to type. having said that, I realize I have nothing else to type.

Fire!

I've been spending my time tending the fire, among other things. It's like a living breathing thing in constant need of my care. Like a kid, but not annoying.

A S-a-l-a-d

I don't care who's salad it is. It's good and I'm eating it.

Home away from my away from home

I just got settled in. Everything is cool guys, don't worry. I cleaned up all the beer bottles off the front lawn, and got the mail. Scout just stares at me. No mice.

HOW cool is caleb's bike? He just got a new bike for christmas and it is Bitchin'! Suspension and all that. I'll try to post a pic, but my batteries are dead. Johan hasn't posted a blog in like two weeks, I'm going to have to remove his button for a short while, I believe. I don't want to but...

I GUESS that Gnu and Kimba and Caleb had their Christmas this morning, there are all empty boxes and shit. I would have brought the presents to Florida with me, but hey, I'm not going. The enter button is sticky.

Laid off-day four

Yeah, I know I quit. I'm almost sorry that I haven't benn posting, but I'm not. What I have been doing is very good for me, and I need it. but, I'm almost done, don't worry.

What have you missed? Not much. I did the cockeyed story over the weekend, and finished it monday, so I have been working... Speaking of monday, Spades night was a wimpering success. We are all so broke from Christmas that we could barely afford beer, and everyone was tired anyway. I'll openly admit that I cheated once, in a game that had no prize. I was too drunk to pass Gnu the right card, and I didn't want to look stupid and cut him on the first hand, so I just slid it under the pile when noone wa paying attention. I'd feel bad, but I was drunk, and it's off my chest now. Besides, we won.

Things about Gnu as a spades partner: Gnu is really good with numbers and shit and so he catches onto the patterns of cards, and masters games quickly. But he's not the brightest crayon in the box, so he forgets how smart he is. He's also kind of an asshole, so he has no problem yelling at you for your lack of ability to master the game as he has.
Well, smart guy, I was looking RIGHT AT YOU when I slid that card under the deck, and you had NO IDEA. We all have different skills. I simply excercise mine with restraint. Nothing worse than being over-rated.

Earlier Monday, say, five minutes till dusk Johan called me and asked if I wanted to go play golf with Kilgor, Christ, and himself. In our defense, we did almost play 9 holes, even if it was totally dark outside. We drank, Kilgor won, and we all had a good time. I'm wondering why, thought, when CHrist lives 7 minutes away from the golf course, why she was the last one there, and I even took a shower before I left. Women. Sheesh.

You know those answering machines that beep every minute to patiently let you know you have a message? Yeah, THEY SUCK.

What else have I been doing? KOTOR II. Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic II is the sequel to KOTOR I which was the game of the year last year. This one's better. Just as a sequel should, it has more of the same, without losing the base of the great experience. Does that make sense? Think GTA: Vice City. It's not so much San Andreas, because the game may be huge, but it is hidden form you. No Gigantic map from the get-go, just 6 small planets. How small? It takes about two days to complete one, and I am pretty thourough. (I kill everyone when I'm done with them.) It's weird, though, my character isn't fully one the dark side. I find (as in real life) you get more information from someone by being cool and not threatening them or their family, and then once you have all the info you can kill 'em. The game isn't set up that way, though. There's always a light side choice or a dark side choice. Pretty black or white. Besides, if it's like the last game, the last decision you make tells you what you really are. Oh, you wanted a link? Sure, hold on...Here. By the way, the main dude is the guy I picked, and the two chicks in tha robes are two different characters entirely, not one dark and one light.

My Job...
We'll all miss the angry or annoyed job posts, but I am done. The boss called me at 9:30 on monday morning to ask where a bunch of shit was, and I was like,"Dude, I don't work for you anymore. I found an out." But I didn't. I told him where all of the shit was, like a pro, and went back to bed. I feel pity for the man. Besides, I may need him yet...
I haven't found a job yet, and I haven't really looked. I figure I'll just get some labor job to pass the time, build me strength, and sober up. I'm still looking for tha dream job, but does monster even exist anymore? I can always call in a few favors, though, if I want to sling pies. [Deliver Pizzas] Or I can go to the local McDonalds and take over, run all the fly high school girls, and then drop off the radar like some cool, kinda old, dude.

I just realized that I haven't read any of my daily blogs in like 4 days. that shit piles up!

Next post will be from me house sitting at Kimba's, don't miss it! (yea, like anyone cares)

AMF

Two-Thousand Five cockeyed dot com calendar!

Ya, I got one, and I hope you get one too. They rock. Wanna know exactly what happened when I got mine? Click here for the story. See? I'm keeping myself busy, and I'll tell you all about it when I get up tomorrow. (sleep easy)

Indian Larry

I just found out about the death of Indian Larry. Larry "indian" Desmedt was an old school chopper builder and stunt rider. He died on August 30th, which was a longass time ago. I'm crushed. Larry was a man that I really respected. I actually liked him, and I don't really like anyone. He was a man who lived his own life, and he did it his way. He's always been a little of a role model to me, doing what he loved his whole life and dying doing it. I won't give the whole story, but it's right here. If not for the tardiness of me finding out, I would put the memorial look to the site, but I am changing my button for a few days.


Fly Free, Brother.

Annoyed

The boss just called and hung up on me to see if I was here. How do I know? *69. They just invented it. 1.5 hours left.

Annoyed

That my boss just had his father call to say "hello." The bosses totally transparent way of checking to see if I'm still here. I AM. I want to call him at his house that I'm not supposed to have and tell him to fuck off. I think I'll lock the doors instead, to keep all the annoying bitchy customers away. Nah. fuck all that bullshit. I'm just doing my job.

Last Day

And if I make it through it I am a GOD. Laquer thinner and adhesive in my eye and yes, it does burn. Why? Because the Eye washout station is empty. No sailene (sp?) solution. And, if you didn't notice, I said adhesive. sticky burning napalm in MY EYE. There is a reason, but it doesn't matter. I don't see how I just don't LEAVE. Today I was informed that the Boss's wife to ld all of our suppliers to cut off our credit, everything has to be shipped C.O..D.. Which means, since I have no access to the checks that they keep at home I cannot pay for any of the frames that I personally guarenteed would be here. Short of ninjaing into Standard Supply in the middle of the day and making it out not once, which is possible, not twice which is unlikely but three times, which is so dangerous it's not worth it. Plus, I'd have to close down the shop for the two hours that I would be gone because I am the only one here. I'm actually gald, that this is one of the most Bull-Shitty days I've ever had here, because I will leave without looking back, with no remorse. Man, my eye burns. But I'm still on the clock, so if there is any permanent damage, I can sue. Not that they have any money here, or that they will stay in business.

I went and saw The Incredibles last night with Johan. No whiskey this time, and no debauchery either. Have to make a good show at work tomorrow, don't leave with a bad image. Okay, there was a little debauchery. (Just a little.)

I came in today fully planning on finishing all of the things I had to do, and then I recieved two complaints from customers that their shit wasn't ready and now I'm doing that. I'm using laquer thinner to strip the aluminum so that I can do it faster, and maybe get something else done, but I doubt it will happen. The only thing keeping me here right now is that it's the right thing to do. I want to say Fuck that, especially after everything else. I guess I'll just finish what I have to though, and then leave on time. We'll see.

The Honest Truth About The Email...

IJust recieved an email from none other that Heather Armstrong. Actually, 3 others. Netflix, Efax, and Kimba. But those aren;t important. It reads:

From: Heather Armstrong (Dooce@Dooce.com)
To: Toad@704d.com
Subject: door signs

someone from this website sent me a very cool thing in the mail and i'd
love to know who did.

That's pretty much it. She was referring to her Christmas gift. Upon reading this I freaked right the fuck out and did what any normal person would do...got high. I dunno, maybe it was he novicane from having four friggin cavities filled, maybe it was something else {420} but for the life of me I couldn't figure out how she got my address. I think I put one of the old vinyl stickers on the back of the joke sign. The one that read: "If you are a mormon and knock on this door, my husband will shoot you." She must've gone to the site and found my email address. Come to think of it, mine is the only one on the site. I think, anyway. So yeah now I'm writing this not knowing what to say because it was supposed to be an anonomous thing that I did... I mean, who comes to this site anyway, right? Man, that doc put a lot of novicane in my face.

The Jig is up. I have a feeling this one mistake will snowball and lead to my eventual conquering of your poor, pathetic world. I tried to do the right thing, I swear. I will regret having to destroy you. (WTF?)

IT guy

The IT guy just left the shop. The boss blew his computer again by looking at porn. I know this, I was there. One of those "Free porn destroyer" things were on his screen, and nothing was working. It said it found 15,077 instances of porn, and then showed about 15 file names that had...porn-sounding names. (ok, fine. Pussy005.jpg, Teencheer056.jpg, Bustyamy3.jpg, and so on, you sick fucks.)
The thing is, he [the IT guy] always calls me Mike. Mike was the last guy to use my computer, so that's the network password. I never got around to changing it, so it's still Mike. I tell him my name every time I see him, but to no avail. He's REALLY not a people person. Anyway, why correct him again? I'll probably not see him again in this life. 1day40minutestofreedom

Raising Missourah

I woke up this morining with a raging case of bed head. It was so bad, I took a picture a la Fussy.org. Later on, it reminded me of something, but you draw your own conclusions...

I dunno.

In other breaking news, I finished all of the stickers. around 400-500 or so. (To get started) They range in different colors, gradients, quality, and some are even tie-died. Get 'em while they are hot*.

In other news, I only have 3 days left, and the above picture of yours truly indicates the last day I will have a total lack of personal grooming habits. Gotta look good for the future employers. I still don't know about wearing the watch in interviews, I guess it depends on how cool the job is. We'll see. Thanks as well to all of the xml people who subscribe to my blog (all 31 of ya,) but don't forget about the rest of the site. That's kind of why I don't have a button for that...

I wonder if Dooce got her gift yet...I hope it doesn't weird her out. Well, okay, you know me. I hope it does a little. But not in a bad way, I swear. I signed up for a 2 week trial at blockbuster.com, and now I have BBuster and Netflix. I'm up to my ass in crappy movies, and I know I'll send one of them to the wrong place when I return 'em. I have a feeling I'm going to have to do some shady stuff to get my ipod, but anything beats paying $250 for one.

Kimba and Gnu are going to Florida next week and I'm sitting again. I've been snagging all of the extra wood out of the shop in the hopes that I don't have to buy any, but we'll see. I'm kind of looking forward to staying over there, but in all reality all I have to do is feed the pets and such, so technically I could stay home. Scout, on the other hand, would probably go nuts if noone was there all week, so there's that. I'm going over there to work on the cockeyed story, hopefully I'll complete it. I dunno. I'm going to try, anyway. I can no longer make simple web pages on my [work] computer, there isn't enough memory. I hope I can still burn CD's, or all of my pictures will be totally gone when I leave.

AMF

*Please note: Actual stickers are not hot. In most cases they are room temperature, unless you are outside.

My Job...

Three. Days. Left.

About Last Night...

Just for the record, when the Cockeyed story posts, I WAS totally wasted. Others can testify... But man, I had a good time doing it. (Both.)

A pearl:

Last night, during cards Apple said: "Word to your mother. And I like your mother, because she gave me you to enjoy."
Enjoy, baby. Enjoy.

My job,,,

A lot of people have been asking me what I'm going to do after I leave here. (My real job, not the site, don't worry.) Most of the time I tell them "I'm not going to be here." I DO have plans, but nothing going for me right now. It'll be OK, If I don't find something right off the bat I'll just go deliver pizzas until something comes along. A couple of people owe me a favor. So don't worry about me, kids. I'll do just fine.

Gratuitous plea for free stuff

Hey-
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I've joined and I think you should as well.
It's a completely legitimate offer, and this company has already given away $4 million in FREE stuff!
All you have to do is join, complete an online offer, and refer friends to do the same. That's it!
Here is my referral link. To help me get my iPod, click this exact link to join, or copy and paste it into a browser:http://www.freeiPods.com/?r=11819688

(Cmon guys, it's Christmas for peat's sake, and I totally want one. You know I do.)

Treasure

I found this picture in one of those old keychain viewer things. Can you guess which one is Kimba?

(Clikk for a bigger image)

Day one: Report #2

Scout (the odog) has finally warmed up to me a little, and she now is sitting by the front door, I guess waiting for kimba. I also have made an amazing discovery: Digital video recorders. This amazing invention, which allows one to pause and rewind "live" television, is simply amazing. I know have the power to waste AN ENTIRE HOUR on a 30 minute show. "Son, have you had anything to drink tonite?" "um, no..."

Let the Good Times Roll

Just got back from lunch with Kilgor. We went to Big A's. The services wasn't too hot as usual, but the food was. The roof of my mouth still burns.

Now I'm at Kimba's house, and her dog won't get up or move. When I try to pet her, she trembles like I'm going to whoop her or something. I guess when she has to go bad enough, she'll get up. I dunno.

My Little Friend

I just got back from buying a new dugout today. That's right, The Heavy Metal dugout is history. It finally got too jammed with resin to be able to slide, and I had to kill it to get the battty out. That's not totally true. I killed it to find out how it worked, and subsequently removed the batty as well. (I was right about how it worked. A little pin and a spring, like a lock.) I really can't post pictures for obvious reasons, but... The new one is all wood, with a screw type swivel head, and a custom laminate pinstripe. Towmrrow: Post from a day at Kimba's house...Don't misss it!

...whatever.

A Pearl:

A sign my grandmother used to own read: " I know I'm somebody special, cuzz God don't make no junk!"

Drama

This is how much drama my life consists of: I can't seem to remember what I did with all the stickers. Hold on BB, I'll send ya some, don't worry. Also, I'm considering turning my comments off. Noone posts, and Idon't read them anyway. Decisions, decisions...

Moral Responsibility

In National Treasure, Nicholas Cage's character says that if one has the knowledge of wrongdoing, one is responsible to do something about it. He was talking about stealing the Declaration of Independance. He knew that someone was going to steal it, and noone believed him. So he figured that in order to save the declaration of independance, he had to steal it himself. What a choice to make. I also have the same huge choice.
It is my firm and honest opinion that if I leave this shop and move on to another, this buisness will surely fail. (Ther is a good chance that it will anyway.) We are being sued by the city that we are located in, losing customers, and all the equipment is failing. The owner has no idea what he is doing, and doesn't seem to care. I also believe that he thinks that God will take care of him no matter what. he has a huge house, wife, and 3 kids. When something breaks, it is not repaired or replaced. Half of the lights are out, have been for months. There is no toilet paper, hasn't been for months. Not even for the customers. I have been using the remainder of my Kleenex from being sick. The boss doesn't use anything, (hell yea it's gross) and I don't know about the other guy. I know, it's gross, but hell, I have to live and work in it.
Am I not responsible, though, to help? Is it not my moral duty to help the boss, and the shop? I want to, really I do. I've been trying to help for 2 years. So don't think I'm a bad guy when I say FUCK THAT. This one is mine. My choice, my life, my call. I have to leave, because God only helps those who help themselves.
That's the end of the post, but I'd also like to mention that I saw Riddick last night, on the advise of Jim from Vivians. It was good. If you like Sci-fi at all, or just want to see a real stone cold killer, go watch it.

Guy's Night Out or How Drunk Was I?

Last night was a guy's night out of sorts. I mean, it was me and Johan, and I don't have a girlfriend. So, We are guys, and we did go out, but that's the extent of it. I'm not totally sure what all happened, but here's my account:
I went over to Johan's house after work. Christ was there as well, getting ready to go out with her girl friends. Girlfriends? Or maybe girl-friends, whatever. Anyway, she left to go out, and we decided to go see national treasure instead of The Incredibles. Having filled ourselves with the spirit of Johan's Iguana, Killer, (wait no-it's name is Iggy) we split for Buffalo Wild Wings.
BWW is my favorite wing place to go to, sporting like 20 beers on tap, a sports-bar atmosphere with free trivia, and 13 Signature wing sauces. I Love Hot Wings. If I go somewhere and don't order the wings, it's because I've already had them, and they aren't good enough. We each had 2 tall beers, mine Boulevard, his Schlafly Pale. We ordered 12 wings in Spicy Garlic, 6 Hot, and because it was 2 for a buck leg night, we got 2 Spicy Garlic legs and 2 Hot as well. Thank you, waitress-whom-I-did-not-get-your-name, for suggesting potato wedges. Without the cheesey potato, we surely would have perished.
After dinner/gorging we went down to main street to meet and greet with Kilgor. We spent a little time in the shed {420} and talked about now-homeless Terry, and where he stayed at. Departing Magpies to my house for more beer, we found only 2. Post beer pounding we headed off to the movie.
National Treasure wasn't all that bad, especially since Johan had free passes. Basically National Treasure was what Indiana Jones would be if he sucked and his sidekicks were lame and unimportant people. Highlight of the movie? The Pint of whiskey we snuck in, and the extra coke. I say we, but it was really all me. (It's a Ninja thing, you wouldn't understand.)
After the movie, um.... I can't really remember. But you know that you are drunk when you wake up with a warm six pack sitting on the floor.

Score!

I found Dooce's present in my backpack. I knew I didn't mail it and the folks didn't think so... Hope it makes it in time!

Annoyed

That I just now realized that my image on the start page is out of date...Dooce! Are you out there? May I please have a little notice next time you change your site? ...adding it to my list...

Keeping the ball...

Rolling. Now everyone (except Johan) has a cute little 704d home button on their blog. Yes, Kimba, I will fix yours, I just had to get it up there. And anyway, I like it. (but it looks like it links to the photo of the moment.) Johan will get one as soon as he posts. Christ's main page button is coming very soon. Look for more shiott, as always, in later days.

AMF

Bling Bling

I just ahd some guy come in and ask me a few questions. He was tall, and black. Said he was a rapper. Dressed in all camoflague except for a gold chain. All of his teeth were gold. ALL OF THEM! It was hard to concentrate on the man, but he had some style. Like Ice-T i Mean Guns. Except his teeth were platinum.

Annoyed

Not that DJ Blurb name his post o' the day "Things to Do in Denver When You're Dead" But it reminds me that that was a totally kick ass hangman idea and ANNA FIGURED IT OUT. Annoying. You go girl. "you go to my room and get the whip, because..."(wait, did I say that out loud? shit.)

Weekend Update!

What a weekend that was. It started off by Christ and I meeting at my shop where I promptly smashed the hell out of one of the work trucks. It was an accident, I swear! Then she helped me start some stickers (yay, coming soon!) and we met Johan at Vivian's Vineyards, The restruat Jim owns. It's a good place, the food it fully top-notch, and the wine's good too. (So I've heard) We played hangman until 2am or so, then I carted everyone home. It was good to see Lanny there, wherever the hell HE has been lately, you're missed dude. ( A little, at least.) Hangovers for everyone! Saturday I woke up and made a post, and then I drank some beer and took a nap. Until Sunday. Woke up for the Rams game, drank a few beers, and took another nap. I think I finally killed my cold, with a steady diet of alcohol and rest. Just have a bit of a runny nose today. After the nap it was time for family photos (ugh) and then I skipped dinner and went and played Halo 2 with Gnu, and helped Kimba with her page. We're still fine tuning it a little. (or a lot, it depends when we stop!) I got home about 1am or so, so I'm pretty tired today. Gotta crank out those stickers, though!

AMF

Annoyed

that I can't specifically remember sending Dooce her present, just that I packaged it and put the stamps on...{420}

Good news/Bad news

Sorry about that last post, I'm not a morning person...But I have finally removed my long johns. I did not make it a full week. I'm not a quitter, I'm doing it for my own good. Budweiser has this new beer/energy drink. I'm drinking one now. It tastes like it sounds, with all the bite of an energy drink, and beer aftertaste. Ugh. 3 to go...

I am a piece of shit.

For wearing the same pair of long johns for 6 days. For wearing an ill-fitting wifebeater with 2 different colors of paint on it. For just waking up. For not getting that chick's number last night. For having hair like a bad anime. And especially, For not caring.

I'm lovi-no.

Still sick

And Hating it. I made a big long post yesterday about the Clutch show and all, but when I was proofing it I sneezed and unplugged the computer. Yes, I do sneeze THAT hard. Here are some of the pics, I'm not re-posting the story. Oh, and I updated my wishlist, so buy me some stuff.

XXXmas

Is one of my favorite times of year. I'm less of a grouch around now. I finally posted my WISHLIST, and I'll add more as I can think of it. I know YOU won't buy me anything, but after xxxmas I can see what all I need to get myself.

Clutch!

CLUTCH is having a concert tonite. Actually, Pop's is hang the concert, Clutch headlining. I'm really excited. Last time they came to St. Louis, it was supposed ot be in evening with Clutch, but as we all know they double booked them with superjoint ritual, so it was a split show. I think they do that kind of shit on purpose around here, though. I remember A perfect circle said they'd never do another show in St.Louis again, and If not for Clutch and Soulfly, there would hardly be any metal shows at all.
But hey! Don't get bummed out! Clutch IS coming! tonite! Pure Rock Fury, baby. I'd really like to get a new hoodie, but I don't have the cash. I'm going to aim for a beanie, but we'll see. Their T-shirts hold up pretty well. I believe I'll be going with Johan, But I'm not really sure. He and Christ were suppose dot go eat dinner with Ryan and Courtney before, and then they were going to carpool. But the two lovers got into a quarrel and now Christ is not accepting any of his phonecalls. (Hehe. Dear God: "I'm sorry, the Lord is not taking calls right now, would you like to take a message?") Not that Christ is God. I really have no idea what happened, or I'd tell ya. I heard Christ's side of the story, and Johan says he doesn't remember. Ya got me. In my opinion, whatever it was can't have been that big of a deal, and it wasn't worth fighting about in the first place. -Or, It's a really big deal, and something drastic has to change. That's usually how it is. One way, or the other.
I'm going to ask my boss for an extension to my resignation, so I can get my teeth fixed. I know, I know, it sucks 10x worse for me, though, and I had to make the decision. On the plus side, Clutch let's you bring a camera, and my memory card IS EMPTY. 120 pics of pure rock fury, coming soon!

AMF