my santa is sexy!

well, tis the friggen season. so far the tally is at:
3 pair white socks
3 pair misc. striped boxer shorts (for the roominess of them...)
kaada/patton- romances (AMAZING!)
a jake blues toy which is partner to thorens elwood blues toy
money!
and a great big tv!
blue bought me a friggen tv for x-mas. i really dig this girl. you'd think new relationship, variable interests. guys watch too damn much tv, i'd get a book or some smelly cologne. nope. a tv to watch stupid movies and play star wars on all dang night long. she's perfect for me.
watch out for the church of the jedi. it is coming. and i fear we may have a sith attack on said church if we're not careful. the light is the way. peace and serenity.
may the force be with you.

the goods

okay, i really like my job at virgin. i got two free cd's yesterday. all cause the people who came in, bought stuff... don't ask me, thats how it was explained. anyway i got Kaada/Patton which is, to say the least AMAZING. the dude really can do no wrong in my book. and i picked up Metallica-Master of Puppets. cause its good, dammit! don't give me that look... it happens to be the best metallica album, and my true introduction to metal. so kiss my butt.
saw a guy the other day who had the "Innsmouth Look". for those of you who don't know h.p. lovecraft, the innsmouth look is a fishy/froggy look. you know, big bulging eyes, wide flat mouth. gray pallor, short and stocky. this guy stared at me and i stared back, and we were thinking the same thing, "he knows!"

needy...

a list of things i am in the process of aquiring. unfinished.
1)a flashlight for security work at the club. good, solid, small and bright as hell to scare the crap out of drunks.
i will name it "TORTURE".
2)a television. i am currently using my roommates tv for my viewing pleasures. which gets in the way often, and he likes to bug me by playing Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2 on MY xbox, on his tv whilst i whine like a hungry kitten in the corner.
3)Boots. big black shiny mudhole stompers. i'd really like to have a pair of solid tank boots again, cause they are functionally easy as crap to put on, and they look groovy. i like straps... alas, it seems pretty effing hard to find the elusive tanker in this town at the moment, so i may just go for a good pair of construction boots. my widdle feeties are killing me...
4)Blacks. that would be the desired work uniform for the security dude at most of the clubs. dark, like the night. silent as a ninja, and high on red bull. black pants, black boots, black shirts. i have a bunch of black shirts, a good solid pair of ben davis black pants(comfy!), and a really rad jacket. so i don't really have to get this stuff, it would just be nice to have more...
5)more ink. (VERY IMPORTANT!) i have and addiction... i will have more tattoos soon. most of you out of state will be suprised when next we meet. i have a few connections in the area, so i am in the process of paring down the possible ink slingers. soon, my friends, soon. i will wear the dreaded Elder Sign to protect me from the great old ones. Nyarlithotep, beware...
more later when i have more time to think.
P.S.- hey OZEL! where precisely the fuck is my goddamn ZOMBIE TAT DESIGN!? come on man, i am FREAKING out...
one love

task force...

so here i am at work. i decided i had to drop a line from the jobby job. i spent most of the goddamn day standing at the front door greeting people and checking random bags for non-reciept product, to which i of course found none. now, the deal is everybody gets door time for the first hour-hour and a half of thier shift, but oooohhh no, not when there's a new guy to take advantage of. so i have spent approximately 6-6 1/2 hours standing there. i got cooks knees, and their going out on me when i'm sitting at home anyway, this standing around crap ain't cutting it. but i will survive, knees intact hopefully, cause its a damn good job, and the crew i work with is killer cool. i just gotta get my sea legs. and maybe a walker. god i'm a baby...

we don't need no stinking badges...

well, i finally did it. i got a job. actually i got two. in one day. both jobs i REALLY wanted. HA! moneymoneymoneymoneymoney... i am now at virgin megastore doing loss prevention aka security work, no badges or guns, but we do have handcuffs. and at Mezzanine, a local club of some repute. i'll be working friday night for the FATBOY SLIM show, and newyears eve 8pm till 8am. i can't wait. now i feel better. heh, now i have to go to work so i'll post more as it happens... oh and Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2 is RAD!
smootches!

we don't need no stinking badges...

well, i finally did it. i got a job. actually i got two. in one day. both jobs i REALLY wanted. HA! moneymoneymoneymoneymoney... i am now at virgin megastore doing loss prevention aka security work, no badges or guns, but we do have handcuffs. and at Mezzanine, a local club of some repute. i'll be working friday night for the FATBOY SLIM show, and newyears eve 8pm till 8am. i can't wait. now i feel better. heh, now i have to go to work so i'll post more as it happens... oh and Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2 is RAD!
smootches!

hi ho hi ho...

going to work tonight at cat club. doing trainwreck's job. stamping approval and allowing entrance. i keep hearing about all these jobs but thier all for random shit... security here, door work there, barbacking somewhere else... never steady. it is grating on me, amongst others. and i'm still waiting to hear from virgin. i hear tell they are going to hire me, but the big boss hasn't called me yet. i've sent out probably 15 resume's to various kitchens and stores over the last three days, and i've heard nothing back. i keep getting these random jobs, which by the way, no matter how much i bitch they're still the most fun i've had in a "work" environment in a LLLOOOONNNGGGG time, but all they seem to do is catch me up to some of my debt. phone bill, rent, food. that stuff. i'm really fucking sick of catching up. but hey, whatever can pay the bills, right? ren is working too much to work on any music right now, so the songs are on a backburner, which is good, cause i'm focusing on getting too much work. it usually works out that i have nothing for a while, them magically nine different places want me, so where are they...?
on a happy/pointy thingy note, we're going to help a young lady move into the fine burg here, and she sent us presents for the offer, brand spanking new knives! i have a kershaw Boa. made for my poor off handed brother lefties, it has a slight trigger in the back. see, most folding knives are made for you right handed control freaks, cause there are more of you, and you have the logic, whereas i am easily confused and tend to be startled by shiny things. ahh, the life of a southpaw...
ooh! and i got a sweet pair of old school puma's! they are rad! there was a big shoe fashion show thing at Mezzanine, one oh ren's 952 jobs, and he ghosted gibson and i into the festivities last night. t-shirts and shoes, and models everywhere, YAY! and peanut butter wolf spun wax. that's djing, mom. if you don't know who he is, you should look him up. a pert neet turntablist, if i do say so myself. also, looks like i may be working during fat boy slim, also at mezz, if they need the help, and new years eve. that'll go till 8 in the goddam morning though. guh. i like the clubs here, good, solid work and it's fun. the people who go out to the clubs... leave something to be desired. oh well, it's bread and butter for another week. or, burritoes and soda, anyway.
oh yeah, and spiderman 2 is RAD. but then, i like spies like us, so you probably should be careful with what i say...

BACK TO THE BEACH WAS A RAD MOVIE...

i saw surfers the other day. real live, not on tv surfers. one of them was even surfing, sort of... i've never actually seen surfers other than in movies and espn specials. interesting.
here's a friggen list for ya, i got the itch.

people or things i have deified in my own little world:
Bill Hicks-Dark Prophet " its just a ride."
Marvin Gaye-Love uncompromised for the world around us.
Louie Armstrong-Voice of angels. and the 7th trumpet of the end.
HP Lovecraft-Seer into the abyss. Prophet of Doom
Clutch-Pure Rock Fury, the sound of existence
Quantum Physics-My religion of "Wha!?"
Tom Waits-What god will sound like when i meet it.
Mike Patton-a pantheon unto himself

and of course, Cthulhu. but we golf together, so i guess he's more like my friend...
awaiting instructions from on high,
-dom