boy oh boy...

yup. folsom street fair. what fun.
uh, maybe it was blown up too much by everyone i know, or maybe i was just not in the mood for it, or maybe i wasn't drunk and naked, but it was not all it was cracked up to be. i have not been in the mood to deal with other people, and that fucking fair is filled with drunken, naked, gross, old, other people. well, i saw it. everyone said i had to, and i did. pbpbpbpbpbpbpbpbththth... so there.
guh. i need $130 by the 6th, or my phone is gonna get shut off. and another $60 by the 16th. i have an interview on tuesday with a birthday party lined up that night. i desperately don't want to go, right now. i'm sure i'll be fine by tuesday, but as it is, i LOATHE the idea. i'm in a bad mood. no, i'm in a shitty mood. it happens sometimes. fuck it. i'm gonna go stew for a while.
calgon, take me away...

spot on, danger mouse...

well, here you go. i have a job interview on tuesday with a hardware store. they just need a cashier, so it's pretty much what i'm looking for. cross your fingers for me... i went to the super secret after hours/speak easy thing to help put in the security camera last night. i was told it would be about two hours of work. six hours later we ran a huge friggen ladder back to the club we borrowed it from, at THREE in the fucking morning... guh. i get to go down there tonight to work the door. and read. alot. got a little side action helping out at the cat club the other night. watching the young lady working coat check. she was a bit "tipsy" and "tired". so i counted her drawer, checked and watched coats and generally kept the peace for a couple hours. made a bit more scratch, and went home to sleep.
tomorrow is folsom street fair. oh boy. lots of leather daddies, and naked people. drinking. heavily. everybody i know loves this fair, so it should be fun. and thorens birthday is also on tuesday, when we will party like its armageddon. with fire from the sky, and cannibalism... yay!

on a side note: i have been waiting patiently(on the outside...) for a certain someone to CALL me. i have been worried sick(on the inside...) that your feet have fallen off, and you for some unknown reason don't want to tell me about it. i don't wanna bug you, but i would like to know how you're doing. i miss you and your snoring and your giggling and your sweet little tush. so CALL A MOTHERFUCKER ALREADY! i feel like someones chocolate is all up in my peanut butter. hook a brother up, damn...

things i am REALLY fond of...

RC cola
baby unicorn snoring
Lovecraft
hugs (yup, i'm a big puss, deal with it...)
sage and patton
dogs that like people
my ORPHANS t-shirt
live music
SHAUN OF THE DEAD
"you're gonna get it..."

yup. went to see SHAUN OF THE DEAD last night with Blue. great stuff, really funny and good. big thanx to ren and gib, they got me the tix. word. trying to get hired by virgin megastore. its right by the apartment, and its full of movies and music i want. got to get out of the apartment for a bit today, get me a job. nothing special to report, just the same old same old. thats what the list is for, couldn't think of anything more creative, its early for me...

it's gonna be one of those mornings...

so here i am, going back and forth from craigslist to myspace to the misc. blogs i watch. i'm looking for a job, watching my friends stumble through yet another day, and trying to be creative and witty. i would like to be a bruiser. that would be solid work. i'd stand there and look intimidating, break a few legs, rough a few people up. it'd make for some good stories. after the show tomarrow ren and i will start working on beats. we'll get sean in on it, and collect some more beats from him then it will be on to the writing phase. we're looking at something angry. angry music always wakes me up. it pokes me in the ribs, goads me on to do something stupid, but self satisfying. i'm trying to rearrange my life around getting work. angry music helps. clutch, faith no more, and nomeansno are staples in my life, i see no reason they should take a sideline when i'm in a good mood. in fact, they're usually more relevant then... hyperactive. thats the call of the day. i need to freak out a little. well, i am freaking out, but i need some scratch in my pocket to get a good long stretch of freak. more tattoos, better clothes since i invariably rip all of mine to shreds, a t.v., a monitor for the little computer that might, boots boots boots, new glasses, egg salad sandwiches, you know... stuff like that. mmmmmm, egg salad. sorry for the lack of explitive, or prose, i'm just not feeling that poetic today. poop on it if you like, i'm tired...

ha ha, i win you f#$@ers!

oh i'm sorry, is that my shit eating grin your tripping over? yeah, it's gonna be there for a while. just watch where you step...
how does this happen? i mean, i get it, i understand the quantum mechanics of it. i can see the gears and particles and waves of it, the brain chemistry changing. i get THAT. but what the hell!? how? where? when?
just a month ago. a small month. 3o something days past. nothing. now, every small gesture, every glance, every single sweet syllable sold into my feebled mind makes me grin like a fucking lunatic.
guh.
i am awed. amazed. how did we reach the exact same conclusion? two COMPLETELY different backgrounds. completely different histories. same friggen view. same IDEA. same plan.
shit.
thats it. its over. i win! gold star, blue ribbon.
pizza, otis, the woods, clutch, patton, discussion of underwear, i mean for christ sake, she likes NOMEANSNO!?! how the hell does that happen? it's not fair. i feel like i'm cheating. a step ahead of everyone else. i got what i WANTED.
guh.
yeah, so sorry if i randomly twitch and giggle with joy. sorry if i keep showing you my ugly tooth, but i can't shut my friggen mouth. it's just too much effort to try to not smile. i am so goddamn happy.
guh.