on the road again
once upon a time...
my friend heather + i, who myself + friend lisa will be staying with on the current trip to sf, took a trip from sf to la. this drive is kinda long + there isn't much for entertainment once you get past santa cruz. (slime balls)
we were shooting the chit, putting along in moving traffic when i went for a toot + had the infamous 'oops poops'. i've explained this phenomenon before + it concerns either 1.) excessive laughter or 2.) a toot that leads to an unfortunate situation release of an unintended poop.
so this happens + it sucks, but being that i have no shame, i let heather know it's time to pull over, d's gotta wipe is azz. so we pull maybe 50 yds from the mainroad we're on, there're still tons of cars going by, but i go with the door as shield. the only funny part of this story is that we couldn't find any TP anywhere + i had yet to put my socks to use as an instrument of wipe. (see below jogging story)
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hold on, i can never figure out if i should put the period before or after a sentence ending comment that's in parenthesis. it looks correct if you put it after the parenthesis, but i've seen it shown in books + text as above, at the end of the sentence, then the comment. but that looks strange when the following sentence comes in. i'd appreciate any feedback on this pressing issue.
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so back to the 'oops poops'. ends up that she just so happens to be carrying a certain female product, not the one that can lead to toxic shock...but the more friendly liner for the ladies with the serious flow. so that's the end of this story, i whiped my butt with a female hygiene product on the side of the road as folks passed by, approx 40% of the way through our trip from sf to la.
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i may possibly post the bear suit story in the near future.
i will be hitting the road in an hour or so, 27 hrs is what yahoo is telling me it's gonna take to get to sf, but i'm thinking i can cut it down to 15. ready to roll.
fuck it.
i'm thinking about changing the title of this blog. i may have to switch to fuck EVERYONE. seriously, the world is on crack right now. that hostage chit is real. i had the misfortune of watching the first video. that's the sound i hear in my nightmares. my greatest fear is to die being burned to death and that is the sound i imagine. nuts.
- fuck bush.
- double fuck bush.
- fuck everyone that likes bush; i swear, anyone that likes bush has to be either incredibly ignorant or worships satan. i want to fight people with bush/04 stickers on their car. it's rediculous. how can that man upset me so. fuck him.
- fuck the gas-$ i'm about to shell out for this trip.
- fuck lina.
- fuck bi-polarity; not the folks, the illness.
- fuck getting upset.
- fuck packing for long trips.
- fuck the fact that i'll be in the air on my bday, the day we're supposed to hand over sovereignty , + the day i'm a get blowed-up in the airplane.
- fuck the trip from austin to el paso.
- fuck forgetting bella's dog food, after going to h.e.b. back again tomorrow, fuck.
- fuck the radio.
- fuck not getting my new car stereo sooner.
- fuck my back.
- fuck me.
- fuck you.
- let's fuck.
- fuck colorado.
velocity funk
uch, something is going on inside + i'm not sure what it is. one thing i know, is it ain't coming out solid. now i know that folks don't want to hear me talk about this sort of dirty stuff, but being that i have no audience...this will be my forum for such bland information. it's one of those deals where you feel you're going to poop your pants with wet stuff everytime you have to poot. ok, that's all on that lame topic.
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i decided to scream at the top of my lungs in my car today. it wasn't that i was particularly agitated at any road-related event, i just needed to let it out. i tend to overthink things and at times it makes me just want to yell for a bit to get it out. the car is a good venue for that. better than at a restaurant i suppose. or at church. or while getting pulled over by the po-lice.
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the cycle continues. boy + girl have great time. girl goes crazy. boy + girl have not so good time. this is the 2nd time in a row, one more and the pattern will have something to do with me. it doesn't make much sense to me + i am good to these ladies, it's just i've been attracting some 'crazy' ones lately. well, one you call crazy, the other is on the clinical end of the spectrum. another wonderful pattern is that they freak out, there's senseless drama, then they want to be what the original plan was. though by that time, the torment in mi cabesa has taken it's toll + i'm done with the bs. how do things become difficult, damn, my current steezo is enjoy the moment yr in and stop worrying about what things will become. actually, i contradict that when i get bummed + try to figure out what the problem was, eventually llaying the blame on myself; which isn't the case, but the only way to make sense of it.
i don't want to blame the last one's mental state as the reason, she made thigns well aware of what was going on + what had gone on before; i'm pliable + willing to work with whatever that person brings to the table. i think it was too much, though i think to blame it on that is kind of weak on my part.
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sorry about this personal stuff. this is where i'm going to write this stuff, so whatever.
all you need is ice!
i've got nothing left. i made a concerted effort to just stop talking to homegirl + then she sends this bs email; straight random mode. what's the purpose of that? testing the water to see if i'm down. that's kind of wack.
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so bell got attacked at sculptured falls today. at first i noticed this dude there that looked kind of familar to me, this was before she got in a fight, then when it went down + i saw what dog it was, i realized that it was this jackass that lives down the street from us, like 3 houses. his dog went after gusto once and go d's foot hammered down on his spine. hate that dog. he tried some shit with bella in our driveway once + he always trips and tries to break the window of the house he's in when i walk bella by. kook.
so the same ish happens as we're down in the greenbelt, trying to relax and enjoy some sun + water. it was a nice day for sure. but this dog had it in for bella. the first attack he just sorta was on her and i got him off. when the dog did it again like 10 minutes later, i had to give him the el choke, cause it was getting kind of old. i told homeboy to get his dog + he just gave me this stupid ass look. wasn't sure what to do in that situation. i'm not gonna tryto hurt his dog, unless it's when i'm getting him off bella + i wasn't gonna go kick his ass either. that woulda been a fun fight, on the slippery rocks at sculptured falls. ahhhh - head, crack head crack. so the dog lurked a couple more times + he got a foot up his ass, but then nuggahlaar and i split.
went and got some dope snowcones at this new orleans place + tig noticed bella had a hole from a bite in her back. it was too late to go to the vet, so i hooked her up with peroxide + cortizone...will get her checked out tomorrow. she's acting kinda weird though, real lazy. i think she'll pull through. she's a tuff'n.
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listening to some godspeed you black emperor!, the skinny fingers album. man, i remember seeing them at the great american music hall in sf + just being blown away. they were super good, i just sat there with my eyes closed.
saw em 2 more times in amsterdam + austin, but it wasn't as good. sorta like sonic youth at the warfield, it's kind of hard to top certain shows.
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i need to knock out some art. either print-outs of stuff i've done or just get a canvas and go at it. actually, i need to stop being a sissy + do some music again, i just can't get it started for some reason. i think there's a soft-synth learning curve barrier and i need to find the ol' mmt8 to good around with the hardware. i'm such a procrastinator.
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miguel says it's the summer of casual sex, but i have yet to partake in the casual nature of it all. i did meet my future wife though, but that's another story + i won't see her again, i recon. maybe in mexico. or cali. or never.
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i believe it is time to start a band. talked to miguel + jake (not the 5-0) + i think my suggested name, al Qaeda, is a hit. now to decide the musicians + music style. i like the idea of mixing sleep with some digital stuff. maybe rock a drum ma-cheen +
some effects.
gotta have some drone, heavy gee-tars too. my ideas are better than my actions.
adios.
put yo hands up...
1st time for everything
i just went on a run and started to get the rumbling down below. now this isn't the first time i've gone out and had the same thing happen to me, i like to take my game to the next level and push on through. today was a different situation. it was pretty bad, i stopped running so as to not agitate my bowel movements any further, they were ready without my aid. i'd heard a story recently about a friend's brother who went on a run in dc + crapped on the other side of some monument in broad day light, so at least i had the advantage of being out in the woods. i said to hell with it + rolled off into the woods were the poopin commenced.
'what do i wipe with?' i asked my intelligent self. i looked down and next thing i know i'm thinkin' about having to go to old navy to get a 3 pack of socks. they have good socks + they're cheap enough to throw away once they turn grey; i go for black socks. anyways, so i cleaned up and waited for 2 joggers to go by as i sat with my dropped shorts in the bushes. slipped the shoe on, goodbye sock, and continued to get my run on.
i guess that's how i roll now.
baby a's took my $ + dignity
5 contestants (4 pictured), 28 margaritas. http://www.population2.com/revenge/
i have no idea how this came about, but i believe it was based on the triumph of the spirit and a late sunday afternoon whim after a weekend of debaucherous alcohol induced activities. i believe the personal challenge took precedence of wanting to outdrink the competition, on that note, everyone came out a 'winner'.
things started out in a dead heat, the top 4 stayed together as a group through the first two sets of purples. note: these purple margaritas have a rep here in austin, since 1.) they are made with everclear and have been known to cause blindness + 2.) they are only supposed to serve you 2 of them, before yr cut off on that particular one (possible urban legend, but there are several places that will only serve you a few of a certain rita here in austin). anyways, everyone, as tuff as they thought they were, got the glazed eyes look upon their 3rd rita and the words 'i'm pretty fucked up' were uttered by all party members at one point or another. somewhere in there we were taking tequila shots too + the challenges to one another became increasingly hostile of who had how many drinks and who would raise the cup when all was said and done. all accounts thereafter are a blur, though i remember getting in a pre-wrassle with juan, talking shit to the waitor (we were pretty much the only folks in the whole restaurant, it was pouring rain outside), and some nachos.
at some point, we conceded the end of the contest out of...i'm not sure why, i think i knew i was about to yack everywhere, and i even had that planned as a strategy, to yack ont he table during the contest, but it was over for me at 5, i was lit for sure. so we pay, it's storming, and the people at the restaurant let us drive away. drive away. in the rain. 28 margaritas. drive away. driver had 8. drive away.
what were they thinking, that's some crazy shit. well, we can handle our bid-ness driving drunk out here, but that's pushin' it, like jerome beverages on a reg-yu-lah.
oh yeah, juan went for the fish-hook maneuver as we're driving and some wrasslin ensued and depart's mirror got busted. juan, ya get agro-drunk at times, but that's yr steez + i respect it.
guess who first passes out??? hmmm, the twizz + juan. although bacardi definitely earned it. he went head to head with the ugandan giant, weighing in at 6'7" 300+...origin: parts unknown of course.
the end results tallied (and disputed)
1st (tie) - 8 purples - p. schramm + j. martinez
2nd - 5 purples - d. garrison
3rd - 4 purples - p. jenkins (aka. black twizz, willie turner, pooh drama, etc.)
4th - 3 purples - c.hickman (lone female contestant)
**** additional commentary (all testimony is disputable)****
to the upper east-side nubiles
woke up in a sore haze this morning circa 11am. i've been doing well with not sleeping too late, maybe 8:30 or so, but i guess skating yesterday knocked me out - i'm nice and sore right now. i like that sort of worn out.
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ha, grabbed pauls boutique from pop2's ftp and it's still as hott as ever. i remember that thing wouldn't leave the tape/cd player for the longest time. i guess it only went outta rotation cause i lost my copy. somehow that cd + lsd led to some memorable experiences. word to candlewood on that one. sort of A soundtrack to '74 superbeetle-powered debauchery. good times.
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the el saab is in the shop and i think i'm gonna go hit the streets like a true 'cutter'. it's nice to get on the bike and ride around recklessly. i'm sure i'll get plowed soon enough, statistics alone say i should have already been nailed by some drunk austinite. i swear half the population drives around drunk out here. tx is second only to louisiana in gettin yr drunk on. although a certain hispanic is definitely doing his part to keep a shitty state in the running for 3rd place. f*ck colorado.
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when danny d's in the house, whatcha gonna do? -------- GO AWOL!
i'm not talkin' 'bout the queens, but what, the ----
don't bother saying you're sorry
why don't you come in
smoke all my cigarettes again
every time i get no further
how long has it been?
come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams
you take up my time
like some cheap magazine
when i could have been learning something
oh well, you know what i mean, oh
i've done this before
and i will do it again
come on and kill me baby
while you smile like a friend
oh and i'll come running
just to do it again
you are the last drink i never should have drunk
you are the body hidden in the trunk
you are the habit i can't seem to kick
you are my secrets on the front page every week
you are the car i never should have bought
you are the dream i never should have caught
you are the cut that makes me hide my face
you are the party that makes me feel my age
like a car crash i can see but i just can't avoid
like a plane i've been told i never should board
like a film that's so bad but i've got to stay till the end
let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.
'94 was a long time ago
holy poop i'm an old man! just went skating for the 1st time in what must've been a year and lordie i'm gettin' my old man on. i'm worn out, but it was super fun and i was feeling pretty good, though i still felt foreign ona board. i swear i've skated a total of 40 times since '94 and it's been pretty pathetic, maybe once a year or so for the past few. i think i'll go more often, we're prob gonna set up a quarter or bank in our driveway, it's so much more convenient to step out the door and session...cause the el motivation isn't always there, judging by my skate-prowess over the last decade.
i'm startin' to feel like this guy:
i might go...
i had thoughts of just renting a car in germany and rolling with my cousin luigi (hey wassamadda, dassa his name, ok?) to italy/sicily.
but i may go to the tour de france, that might be kinda hott.
9/4/04
team sports are officially over until september 9th. vincent young is the neutron bomb and this year oklahoma plays the role of nuggahsaki. i guess it all depends on mack and his inabilities as a coach...i still can't believe we still have that kook greg davis. if the 1st play of the year is that horizontal pass, i will choke the first person i see...so juan, you may wanna skip that 1st game.
return of the ruler
straight jacket! this might've been the last time you'd have seen me with a drink.
i tore that shirt off at the end of the night, so tuff...
p.s. did i mention ladies like me more when i dress like a kook? how beautiful + reaffirming.
el 90s mix. que?! que?!
i'm actually kind of ashamed at the lack of rap on here, but it just didn't work out. i'd almost rather have a 90s mix of just that...
here's my mix. looking at it now, i'm missing a lot of early stuff; oh well.
1. lali puna - everywhere & allover - tridecoder
2. the jesus & mary chain - reverence - honey's dead
3. dump - when u were in mind - that skinny motherfucker with the high voice
4. blonde redhead - this is not - certain damaged lemons
5. boards of canada - bacuma - music has a right to children
6. cocteau twins - iceblink luck - heaven or las vegas
7. magnetic fields - the dreaming moon - get lost
8. yo la tengo - sugarcube - i can hear the heart beating as one
9. fugazi - give me the cure - 13 songs
10. sonic youth - eric's trip - daydream nation
11. dissolve - high on upper street - third album for the sun
12. cat power - you may know him - moon pix
13. aphex twin - fingerbib - richard d. james
14. basic channel - q1.2 - basic channel
15. porter ricks & techno animal - polytoxic 1 - symbiotics
16. rhythm & sound w tikiman - ruff way - showcase
17. saint etienne - like a motorway! (autechre) - like a motorway!
18. jeru the damaja - ain't the devil happy - the sun rises in the east
19. a tribe called quest - electric relaxation - midnight marauders
The Brown Schnitzel
is my new mc name...
above translates to "The Big Schnitzel"
the diamond sea...
hmmm...
Symptoms of mania - the "highs" of bipolar disorder
- Increased physical and mental activity and energy
- Heightened mood, exaggerated optimism and self-confidence
- Excessive irritability, aggressive behavior
- Increased sexual drive
- Excessively "high," overly good, euphoric mood
- Decreased need for sleep without experiencing fatigue
- Grandiose delusions, inflated sense of self-importance
- Racing speech, racing thoughts, flight of ideas
- Impulsiveness, poor judgment, distractibility
- Reckless behavior
- In the most severe cases, delusions and hallucinations
Symptoms of depression - the "lows" of bipolar disorder
- Prolonged sadness or unexplained crying spells
- Significant changes in appetite and sleep patterns
- Irritability, anger, worry, agitation, anxiety
- Pessimism, indifference
- Loss of energy, persistent lethargy
- Feelings of guilt, worthlessness
- Inability to concentrate, indecisiveness
- Inability to take pleasure in former interests, social withdrawal
- Unexplained aches and pains
- Recurring thoughts of death or suicide
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"TIME TAKES ITS CRAZY TOLL
AND HOW DOES YR MIRROR GROW
YOU BETTER WATCH YRSELF WHEN YOU JUMP INTO IT
CUZ THE MIRROR'S GONNA STEAL YR SOUL"...
we can make sandwiches
i'm gonna have to say that productivity has definitely fallen off up there in denver, what gives? it must be that new aspen extreme, you be drinkin'.
goin' swimming is the hottest right now in austin. after a week of rain, the water's flowin so nice and the bums are in full force. that's a'ight, i gots bella at my side and she tried fighting some big lab today. she thinks she's so tuff, but only if another dog sniffs her butt a bit too much. i don't like folks sniffin' my ass, neither. (sorry, stacey)
i'm gonna go pretend i'm lance armstrong and hit some of these hills; i like the uphill better than the down hill --- fixed gear.
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don't have much new to say, but will think of something while sweatin my azz off. did i mention patrick for the manager of sullivans steakhouse to apologize to him for treating us like hobos (we prob looked like it) last night. sucka, i bet when she was being a smart-ass last night and basically giving the impression we weren't welcome, that less than 12hrs later she would get a call from the "director of global operations" and then later be on a 3-way call apologizing to patrick for disrespecting to international playaz on all levels of staff and herself. looks like we got some free steaks on the way.
it normally wouldn't of been a big deal, but they were being shady and cut into our time for watcing the lakers get their ass-whooped...
it ain't a baby ruth
bella took a monster poop on the floor. glad i have concrete floors.
thanks, bella.
awe hell naw, whassup dawg...
back like a rebel makin' trouble, i didn't get to see 'breaking away', suckaz wouldn't take credit cards (that's just how i roll, baby) and then the atm tried to take a col' $3.50 of d's duckets...'are you outta ya f*ckin mind?!'
anywho, it's about 3,000F in austin today, making me wish the rains were back, but iss all good. a little sweat never hurt anybody, but you can bet it made their balls smell somethin' awful.
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roadtrip sf, 2004 is on it's way in the near future. i think i'm heading out tues evening. should be good, haven't been back in a while and i'm ready to visit mi hombres and hit the old spots: mitchell's, pancho villa, sanoma, pedal revolution, tahoe, + maybe go see the jiu-jitsu dudes and carley...man, i hope they don't want me to train, i'm too old and they'd break me anyways.
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been reading fante lately, he's about as close to bukowski as you can get. good stuff. i remember king mentioning some ish about bukowski being literature for those that don't read...thought that was kinda funny.
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gonna go see what they have at camp fig tonight, should be good. prob go to see acid mothers temple too, at emos i believe. but hey, who gives a doo-doo, other than me-self?
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gonna try + talk miguel into building a quarter for the driveway. takin' it back, i need to skate every now and then.
computer love
i'm not sh*tting you, this kraftwerk bootleg is the best...
send all dissenting kraftwerk opinions to my contact page at http://www.bozack-sandwich.com/.
thank you.
the man-machine
i met my future wife last night at a show for the austin museum of digital art. great taste in music, knew of brian eno + chris cunningham, fun to talk to, heading on a trip to oaxaca, a ballet dancer, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, nice + natural, brown curly hair...oh yeah, and she lives in san diego and i didn't get her info. it was too good anyways. if there's one thing i'm great at, it's "blowin' it"...it's kinda my steezo, but not really the kinda steez you'd wanna rock for the summer '04.
boo-hoo.
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anyways, so i'm listening to a bootleg of kraftwerk at coachela and i swear they are the hottest thing EVER. everyone else can pretty much f*ck off. and anyone who disagrees has absolutly no taste in music and it's not like my opinion, man, it is just so. kraftwerk is too good to put into word. gawdamn this is some hott chit!!!!!!!!!
i want to kill myself for not going. i am worthless.
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just went on a run. i'm gonna try to be better about running consistently in the morning, since it's the summer and all and d ain't got ish to do, responsibility-wise. word to teaching. i like the high from running, now if it were only as accessible as the high from a half a bottle of: knob creek
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usa!
we are a crazy bunch, i tell u whut.
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gonna go watch 'breaking away' at the alamo later on today, give it up to my boy DQ in this film.
lance is gonna kill it this year, 6, count 'em.
hands on a margarita challenge...
the tentative date has been set, if anyone wants to attend, be in austin the 1st weekend of september ---> more info to follow, maybe an updated contestant page.
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anybody else heard of my brown brotha chingo bling? homeboy takes popular rap songs and tejano-izes them.
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speaking of yr life flashing before yr eyes...how could you leave out almost running lone wolf mcquaid (state trooper in a bronco) off the road after killin them bottles of mad dog, then swerving off 75, making it to bk, being too drunk to make it from the order to the pick-up window, and then laying down on the doorsteps of my house. ah, that wasn't shit.
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let me tell y'all about this guy named pooh. you may have seen geto on tv, or seen it in the magazines, or thought you were in touch with the impoverished cause you came home from school to watch diff'rent strokes, but out of all the people i've met, the places i've been (so cool), the epitome of geto always was and will be a certain pooh jenkins jr. (aka. willie turner, hollywood jones, brian mcsanderson, the black twizz) i need to commission juan to tell more stories, cause he lived with pooh, but i've had enough run-ins with bacon sandwiches, fried porkchops, and cock-blockin to last me a geto lifetime. i remember billy telling me the story of how he came home one days to see pooh in the living room in his boxers, blow-drying his body/dreads dry after a shower...billy said he looked like a wet cat. when yr geto and yr towels are either dirty or non-existent, ya gotta get creative.
i wish pooh still had a high-top fade and that '88 tony magnusson. what an impression it made on me, 1st black man i'd ever seen skate, transfer a spine, and rock the militant attitude 2nd only to malcolm x (in the middle).
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and as for my golf game today, let's just say i may have found a new calling. is hitting it 6-10 times on par 3s + 4s a good score? hot as hell too, totally didn't dress the part. next week, i'll be on it like trashlee campbell.
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fuck it, i'll give y'all a taste of the jimmy z steez...
best/worst pick-up line ever
"i'm feelin' lucky, i just got outta jail today."
now it's the best pick-up line if yr trying to be funny and it could possibly work.
worst: now if yr a crazy, tore-up lookin' lady that's kickin' it at ginny's little longhorn, and you probably did just get outta jail, that may be the worst/craziest pick-up line ever.
austin's got some crazy folks too.
d
slip-n-slide pics
oh yeah, i finally have some evidence of the annual slip-n-slide partay, what.
time to hit the links, i believe that's the saying.
and everyday is saturday my friend...
so my summer of no workee continues, today i'm gonna go golf for the first time since, well, high school p.e. i think i did alright then, i aimed for homes and hit them. i'm only disappointed in myself in not preparing enough to get the whole pro-golfer get-up. i totally wanted to roll out there like pain stewart and make a fool of myself. at least i'd look as hott as troy cabbott after working a 100 hr work week.
i swear to muhammad that dude was an inspiration to all of us impressionable sandwich makers.
i believe juan would have better troy stories, but this guy was the embodiment of cool to himself and pretty much to himself only. and hey, all the ladies love a guy who rolls a gremlin and makes sandwiches...guess the stetson and troy aikman hair are irresistable even to the sluttiest ym models.
and that dude got me fired, what a heartbreak of a way to lose yr first of many gigs. i was only kidding when i told em to go to another restaurant.
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very hyped to go see the damaja at emos. i wonder what the prophet's gonna sound like live.
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i'm boycotting this guy until they bring that little boy elian gonzales back to miami
so jealous of my brother who's stuck in that certain state with no recognizable shape.
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hey, i was looking for something to give king shit about on google images, but will settle on this.
Fade into part two, I'm the number-one ho layer...
dear lord, kiddos. has there ever been a hotter album concept than black moses??? the lp had a crazy 6 piece foldout in the shape of a cross with isaac's ass layed up like the bearded one himself.
speaking of beards, my face is starting to look wack. either i'm getting mega-old or this beard is adding wronkles and gray hair's to this once youthful kraut. i was told last night by this mighty cute girl (to hell with the other one) that turning 28 doesn't mean yr old, but that's some serious booshit. my back is telling me those years of tic-tacs and step-off shove-its wasn't good to my spine. of course i'm not mentally old, lord knows i'm still the same idiot from the 80s, though i notice i'm feelin it these days.
fuck it. i need to hold my head up; like a german moses.
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did i mention that i'm still hooked on casino versus japan - hitori. that guy puts out some good chit.
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ah, werd?
lunchbreak
workshops where yr not learning anything are boring. at least we got to play with old cameras...
this rain is fucking klling me
randumb
i have no idea, man. and who the hell is the guy in the back?
trax records
i've been trying to write something that makes sense
for a while, but none of em go anywhere...like my
life. ha.
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so i'm rockin out to some ol' phuture shit, wishin i grew up in chicago w/wbmx instead of break dancin. don't get me wrong, the break never did me wrong, it's just that i feel like i missed out on the old house chit of back in the day. oh well, i was too young to enjoy it anyways. now my breakdancing isn't quite what it used to be, but i remember...i remember. cappin contests after school, weekly break contests at the playground, and i remember one at my bday party, where we had one of those gang break contests, where a 2 groups of 3 or so folks would line up and face-off. i'm sure we looked like kooks, but felt super down for that shit. we were so geto, making tape recordings not intra-geto blaster, but inter, dig? we'd set up 2 facing each other, one to play, the other to record, and then leave the room. some of my old fat boys tapes have the sounds of us in the background, trying to be quiet. so smart, i tell ya.
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i need to buy an 808, just so i can set that shit up at people's house parties. roll in, plug it in and let the analog bass take over. that shit would be fun, maybe a mic if i feel like rockin the too-short steezo.
d-not*so*nice, 2004
el jeans
f*ck levis, i'm done with em. somewhere along the line they turned into rave pants. how in the hell can they screw up the 501? some things shouldn't change. i hate buying pants and the old 501 and dickies were just right.
made the switch to some wranglers slim-fit 2 days ago and i'm not going back. they're good. oh yeah, and i'm not gonna wash em for the whole summer, so go f-yrself.
i guess i'm a true redneck, now? yee-haw!
d
quantity, not quality
There's great danger
For the lonliest ranger of all
No silver bullets
Tonto's split the scene
Next week will solve your problems
But now, fish fingers all in a line
The milk bottles stand empty
Stay glued to your T. V. set
There's great danger
At hand most caped crusader of all
No cloak of justice
Robin's flown the nest
dancehall days love
this song reminds me of going to the fair in germany. they always played this song on the ride that goes in circles...
Take your baby by the hand
And make her do a high handstand
Take your baby by the heel
And do the next thing that you feel
We were so in vies
In our dance hall days
We were cool on cries
When all you and everyone we knew
Could believe, do, and share in what was true
Dance hall days love !
Take your baby by the hair
And pull her close and there, there, there
Take your baby by the ears
And play upon her darkest fears
We were so in vies
In our dance hall days
We were cool on cries
When all you and everyone we knew
Could believe, do, and share in what was true
Dance hall days love
Dance hall days
Dance hall days love
Take your baby by the wrist
And in her mouth an amethyst
And in her eyes two sapphires blue
And you need her and she needs you
And you need her and she needs you
And you need her and she needs you
And you need her and she needs you
And you need her and she needs you
We were so in vies
In our dance hall days
We were cool on cries
When all you and everyone we knew
Could believe, do, and share in what was true
Dance hall days love
Dance hall days love
Dance hall days
Dance hall days love
Dance hall days
Dance hall days love
Dance hall days
Dance hall days love...
pissin on ya steps
construction, rain, leaky house, sealant f*cking up, bills to pay, car door window to fix, prepare for roadtrip, find plane ticket to germany, set up direct deposit, fix sun-roof, clean room, wash dog, finish htc certification....get someone outta my head. i needs ta get motivated.
and speaking of the pistons, gawdammit. missed beans at emo, cause of watchign the 3rd quarter, missed most of bedhead/new year cause i watched the 4th quarter, and then they let el rapisto tie the game. come on man, fould the shit outta somebody, get the ball back, get fouled, game over. and since when do you want rasheed to lake your final shot? i think mack brown coached those final 45 seconds.
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in our dancehall days. we were cool on cries...
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i feel a rant coming on, i'm feeling like writing a bunch of mean, personal shit out, but i'll hold off and see if i still have the vendictive urge later. i just needs ta chill, like eric and marrish makin dollaz.
--------------------------> d.an.iel
you thought you were safe...
hide your keys! wait, the vette starts without keys.
better yet, hide yr dad's clothes, cause nothing's safe at a g.dallas-party.
did i tell you about the time this guy tried to choke me before school? truly amazing...
this ain't no r-n-b song
peace to the terminator, you know who you are.
trying to keep up with juan's bloggitude, is a truly bitchin experience. totally inspirational, like 'coming to america'(not that movie with the neighbors)...
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