all i could think of....
you wanna go to war?
roaches 2, daniel 1.
it was ugly last night, real ugly. i took no prisoners, it reminded me of being in the shit, 'nam, '68. the smell of napalm, burning flesh...it felt good to take a shower this morning knowing those zipperheads weren't hiding in the trenches.....sorry, i got sidetracked there, i killed a lot of bugs with bugspray last night.
d
"Round 1, Fight!"
a roach crawled on my leg in the shower this morning.
sucked.
bastard got me with my eyes closed.
this is a bad year for roaches. gonna get some industrial shit that will probably hurt me more than them in the long run, but i'll sleep well knowing they're dying in the walls all around me. maybe i need to call in the orkin man...
*sigh*
cowboy bebop pt. 2
so we rocked another 80s party last night. myself, depart, bry, + the girl from peru lit the dancin' fires with a little help from the ol' knob creek. dancing in cowboy boots is not good for the feet, but no one ever said pimpin' was easy. good time all around, sweaty as all hell, nice tunes, a lot of folks. i'll put a few pics up, depart in 80s leather gear circa run dmc, me in sleeveless '84 rush concert shirt + boots, bry in punk attire, + the lady in the peruvian interpretation of getting dressed up. they don't have any costume-based holidays there, i think carnival, but that's not really dressing up in my mind --- no halloween or themed parties would suck.
the hands contest nears + only a sick feeling enters my stomache when i think about the alcohol yet to be consumed. uch, it's gonna get ill. gonna feel like bruised brody after a steel cage match with abdula the butcher.
ha! i just looked at the info under "career highlites" + it seems he "won" the "Texas Brass Knuckles championship" back in '86. i think we should either add these rules or loser leaves town to the "hands" contest. so tuff.
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i think i'm gonna go make some pasta, adios.
friday
holmes, i'm so broke right now. got the feelin, like i'm on some pooh shit. i may actually have to eat these groceries i'm always buying, but instead going out. i think i forgot how to cook. which gets me thinking about those days of making sub-art with the infamous troy cabbot. which leads me to the true topic of this post.
BADSTREET U.S.A.
that's right ladies, michael "ps" hayes
terry "bam bam" gordy
buddy jack roberts
"gorgeous" jimmy garvin
and a one-off deal for the brova wrasslin fans
"black bird" king parsons (uhhh, racist?)
ok, so what the hell am i getting at? nothing really, just found some good wrasslin pics to get ya thinkin...not just about the ol' days, but how "tuff" these guys were. "gorgeous" jimmy garvin? you see some of these poses, chit is real...uh, flamboyant.
dr. death
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man, i've said it before, but kool keith's new chit is hott. rap has been terrible for a while, but it's nice to hear good stuff now and then. still waiting on that juan de barge single to come out of the 'trashlee + d's' studio.
didn't that slut get married?
i run rap, tell mcs to watch they back...
tomorrow's the day, yo. back to school. back to the kids. back to the old man sleep cycle + cuttign down on the drinking. good stuff, actually. it's gonna be nuts, i'll have soem young'ns, k-5. they hold it down, like true soldiers though.
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thinking about a trip to ar-kansas for the piggie game the 2nd weekend of sept. heard it's kinda violent. i'd take luigi, what a surprise that would be, eh.
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need to find that dude a job, he's gonna be straight illegal. no student or work visa, chillin for 3 months. i'll find him something. how do the mexicans do it? props.
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went and tried 'austin's best burger' at sullivans. it was pretty good, actually, but i still give the nod to casino el camino.
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i don't have anything good to say. roaches were in the shower again, but i got em good this time. there are a ton of em this summer, hate those bastards, make me wanna move to germany.
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what's the difference between an austin musician and a xtra large pizza???
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an extra large pizza can feed a family of 4.
air brakes
kool keith's diesel truckin' is hott. the whole album is quite nice.
player 2 is on his way
notice the euro dates. i almost shit when it looked like he was staying till next may!!!
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ola daniel!
i have booked.
arrival: 09.09.2004 19:49 austin inern. airport
departure: 05.12.2004 11:55
that´s it. i´m coooooooooming to the USA, USA, USA !!! hope we can do
some
excursions together, once i´m in amerika.
is there any resonace on my "application"?
sincerely el coco loco
strobelite honey
i almost died like 5 minutes ago. i was in the shower, mindin' my own binness, when this damn roach starts talkin shit to me. so i gets the idea he's gonna get it with the showerhead, like pronto. i move over towards him, about to spray his ass off the ledge + into the drain and i slip on soap or something. this is the first time i've ever slipped in the shower (aside from that prison incident) and it col' caught me off guard. i was grabbin onto shit for dear life, busted my head, hip, + elbow, not to mention now i'm on the floor of the tub with the damn roach who's still got thoughts like he's gonna pull this one out. now i'm scared of roaches like an asian girl in an all black porno, so i hop to it, pull the showerhead around like some bronson type chit + blast that fool down the drain. and then proceeded to wash the rest of my hott bod'. and now my right buttcheek hurts like that before mentioned event in prison.
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i found out today that the new principal at the school i'm at is a bible pusher. they had some inservice yesterday that ol' d was absent for, but supposedly she busted out this big ass 15lb bible, did some talking about how it's the cornerstone to her office, and then left that bitch open during the whole workshop. crazy. i gotta have danzig day in my class or something, i'll figure it out...
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i think my cousin luigi's gonna come to austin for a few months and crash in our extra room. i ran it by miguel today who i saw walking home as i was bringing home laundry; which i was doing in between loads of helping bryan move, and just in time to see that miguel wasn't just walking home, but walking home from jail. guess his girl got pulled over as they were down south in the valley visiting fam, they ran his card, he has warrants (sound familiar...pooh?!), they take him in, aout 3 hrs outside of austin + he stays the night, gets out the next day, takes the bus to austin, then takes the bus to our part of town + meets me as i bring my laundry home. what a piece of run-on shit. so lui may be here for a while + i'm gonna try to get him some work or something. gonna be supporting my cousin, free rent, free food, + free walk my dog muthafucka!
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alright, bedtime. school year means d goes to bed like someone's gramps, all early + chit.
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polynomial-c yr ass later, yo.
crispy bacon
it's difficult to put into words how terrible i felt today. despite being in a workshop all week long in san marcos + knowing that i'd have to get up early + make the drive in order to arrive at 8am, i went ahead and took part in our party last night.
little man is leaving for d.c. + we gave him a little 'science/dance' party; he's gonna do neuroscience research. the house looked rad. beakers with dry ice + liquor, several versions of trashcan punch, disected plastic frogs, lab coats, protective eyewear, a periodic table, + a sound system.
things started off nice, the watermelon punch turned out super good + i quickly became intoxicated. somewhere between feeling tipsy, still being conscious of my plan to split the party early + crash at patrick's + the night ending with miguel setting his legs on fire, plus me getting a ticket after the cops showed up for the 3rd time to turn down the music (run, run, run-on), i proceeded to get shitfaced. we even threw in some jaeger for good measure. not to mention we got into a 'breaking shit' spree in the living room + broke liquor bottles, lamps, beer bottles, anything that'd break.
i woke up a few hrs later at 6:30 in the morning. for some reason, this stage of my hangover was kinda fun, i was laughing at how ill i felt. i believe this was the case for the next 3 hrs, because i was still intoxicated. wasted. driving to san marcos at 7, drunk.
after giving my presentation i began to feel very ill and pretty much felt like vomiting the whole day, to no avail. i wish i could make myself throw-up, it's quite difficult.
i feel much better now actually, just got back from going for a late nite trip out on the lake.
last night has me worried about 'hands on a margarita 2004'.
d
p.s. check the pic on buzznet. i have to say i dislike blogger's new policy on linking pictures.
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