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Friday, August 20th, 2004
12:48 am
i didn't mean to cause all that destruction. i'm sorry. so sorry.

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Thursday, December 18th, 2003
9:38 pm
I just woke up from a 2 hour nap. I feel...tired. My eyesight is such shit. Fucking SHIT, I tell you. Beck is so pretty. Those red cheeks. Oh my. Name a famous person that is prettier than Beck. Do it. Yeah. Heyyyyyyyy, I love The Darkness. They're so cute. And Warren likes them too. Because he rocks. I would like to thank Andrew for introducing me to this wonderful crap. It makes me happy like smiling or something. I can always count on Andrew to make me happy like smiling. Or something. :D See? Yeah. Dude, I listened to Bob Dylan the whole way home today. Almost. And I played air harmonica. Sorry. I soo want to meet Bob Dylan. I'd be all "hey". That's about it. I respect that guy too much to bother him. You know who else I want to meet? Beck. I would pet him. And walk away. I'm excited about the Johnny Cash boxset! I'm gonna go play Mario Party 4. Ok bye!


current mood: happy

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Saturday, October 4th, 2003
5:01 pm
The Radiohead shows were amazing. Thom Yorke is ADORABLE. Fun times. And such nice weather! New Orleans is the best city in the world. Everything is good right now. Except for Monique being sad. That's not good. :(


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Thursday, September 25th, 2003
4:39 pm
The new Outkast album is good. The new Aesop Rock album is good. The new Atmosphere album will wait until tomorrow.

Two Radiohead concerts next week. Thank god.

current mood: whatever

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Friday, July 4th, 2003
1:17 am
"Myxomatosis" is fucking lovely. "I've got Myxomatosis! I've got Myxomatosis!". YES!!!!!!!!! DREAMY!

Also, "Wolf at the Door". Holy frickin cow.

And "2+2=5". !!!

Just wanted to say it, you know?

Good day.

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Saturday, April 26th, 2003
8:18 pm
Why do I never check LJ? I love you all.

The new job is alright. I finally finished my 2 weeks of day training, so now I get to sleep til noon. There are only a few people that I dislike. The paychecks are better. I think I'll make it.

Wet Hot American Summer was a terrible movie, Zack.

current mood: bored

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Thursday, March 27th, 2003
1:45 pm
I got a new job. Starting near 2 weeks from today.

I just put in my 2 week notice at the current job. I'm glad to be leaving. I'm a liberal working in a building full of conservatives. Rush Limbaugh-listening-to mother fuckers. Well, that, or they just have absolutely no grasp on politics whatsoever, yet they speak on it just the same. I've managed to deal with it for a while, but with things being like they are now, it's nearly impossible for me to keep my mouth shut. The nurses and receptionists are constantly saying things like "I say we just kill every single one of them people ! I want to see the explosions all the way over here!". "Why rebuild Iraq? They aren't rebuilding the twin towers!!". "We don't need to give them food! We can give them a little water to mix with their sand and they can um...make mud!". And so on. My nerves are really, really bad. When I get angry or thoroughly disgusted, I shake. And well, it's not good to shake when you're drawing blood.

The end.

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Wednesday, March 26th, 2003
1:33 pm

current mood: pissed off

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Sunday, March 23rd, 2003
11:42 am - Sorry, I'm disgusting.

I spent what felt like the entirety of last night with my head over a fucking toilet. Oh god, it was awful! And there was a little smell-good thingy clinged on the toilet. So I'm holding back my hair, puking, and smelling an awkward floral smell. I eventually threw that damn smell-good thing in the bathtub. Man, I wanted SO bad not to be drunk anymore. I wanted to go home. I was pissed off because I had been an idiot. Everyone was passed out, except me. I'm just loungin' in the bathroom waiting for the triple vision and vomiting to pass. 3:00 AM rolls around, and I feel okay. I could see clearly. Twenty minutes had past since I'd last thrown up. Wasn't feeling drunk anymore, just exhausted. So I go to grab my stuff, and my keys aren't there. Which is fucking STUPID because my keys had been in the same place since 7:00. I have a breakdown on the front porch. Someone wakes up and starts looking for my keys. She finds them in her purse. How? Why? I don't know. I don't care. I'm going home.

The traffic at 3:30 AM is dreamy. Non-existant, even. I get home, brush my teeth, and go straight to bed. Wake up at 7:19 AM, run to bathroom, throw up, cry, then go back to bed. Can't sleep. Head hurts. Stomach hurts. I drink 2 glasses of water. My mother walks in my bedroom as I'm getting up to head towards the bathroom. She says "I made cinnamon rolls." I say "Really? I'm feeling nauseous." She says "Oh no, were any of the people you were with last night sick? I hope it's not a virus!". "Hope not". I barely make it to the bathroom before throwing up the water I just drank. I take a shower and go back to sleep. Sleep 'til 11:00. Doing good so far!

This is probably a regular happening for most. But not me. I am shook. I vow to never drink excessively again. You see, the worst part is that up until last night, I HADN'T THROWN UP SINCE 7TH GRADE. I hope another 7 or 8 years pass before I ever do it again.

I blame it on George Bush.

current mood: crappy

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Thursday, March 13th, 2003
9:14 pm


current mood: sleepy

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Wednesday, March 12th, 2003
9:16 pm


current mood: cold

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Monday, March 10th, 2003
6:35 pm
I had to go buy gas for the lawn mower. So I did. There was a cop car in the parking lot when I drove up. As I'm walking in to pay for the gas that I had to buy for the lawn mower, I notice the lady cop talking to a man that was holding a beer in a brown paper bag. He had driven up to the store only several minutes before I saw him talking to the cop. The beer was already open and he was already drinking it. As he was talking to the cop. And I'm thinking "OOh wee that sucker's DUMB!". And then the cop gets in her car. And the beer-drinking-man gets in his Bronco, takes another drink, puts the car in reverse, backs up, puts the car in drive, and drives away. Then the cop drives away too.

I ate Jambalaya for dinner.

Oh Mr. Sandmaaan, bring me a dream!

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2:12 pm
Sharing a computer with a computer illiterate person is NOT FUCKING COOL. It shouldn't be allowed.

I hate you if:
-You double click links. (A!!2JSK!!!SDK!)
-You haven't grasped the concept of scrolling up and down.
-You don't know how to minimize a window.
-You won't push the fucking "Start" button unless someone on the opposite end of a 1-800 number tells you that it IS in fact okay to do so.
-You think clicking something 27 times will somehow make things faster.

current mood: frustrated

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Wednesday, February 26th, 2003
8:33 pm
Happy Birthday Johnny Cash! 71 years, homie! Very nice!

That is all.

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Friday, February 14th, 2003
1:57 pm
There was a turn of events yesterday. Surgery was not done. Buying time, I suppose.

Driving to Houston is no joke. Fuck it. Driving IN Houston is no joke. I hate that place. There is no feeling that compares to the one I have when I'm in a car on the freeway going 80 mph.


Too hard on the brakes again
What if these brakes just give in?
What if they don't get out of the way?
What if there's someone overtaking?
I'm going out for a little drive
And it could be the last time you see me alive
There could be an idiot on the road
The only kick in life is pumping his steel

Wrap me up in the back of the trunk
Packed with foam and blind drunk
They won't ever take me alive
'Cause they all drive...

Don't die on the motorway
The moon would freeze, the plants would die
I couldn't cope if you crashed today
All the things I forgot to say
I'm going out for a little drive
And it could be the last time you see me alive
What if the car loses control?
What if there's someone overtaking?

Wrap me up in the back of the trunk
Packed with foam and blind drunk
They won't ever take me alive
'Cause they all drive killer cars

Wrap me up in the back of the trunk
Packed with foam and blind drunk
No they won't ever take me alive
'Cause they all drive killer cars
They all drive killer cars
They all drive killer cars

Radiohead - Killer Cars.

Have a nice day.

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Wednesday, February 12th, 2003
7:51 pm
My dad's having surgery tomorrow. At 1:00 pm.

He's in Houston. I'm 3 hours away.

I don't know.

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12:52 pm
I really suck at small talk.

A lot of times, I won't even notice that I'm standing right next to someone in, what to them, is awkward silence.

I don't mean to be rude.

I love you.

Forgive me,

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Tuesday, February 11th, 2003
8:08 pm
Rory and Jess are gonna fuck. I give it 2 more episodes.

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6:50 pm
I have the house to myself this week. Just me and my goldfish that isn't really a goldfish. It's nice. I've given up on trying to find stuff to eat, I just drink coffee. A lot of coffee.

Someone put a flier in my mailbox about a missing dog. They're offering a $200 reward. I REALLY want to find this damn dog. I've been broke since December. I get a whole $400 tax refund this year, since one of my employers decided to stop deducting federal taxes from my check MONTHS ago. Ugh. I don't know why I'm acting like this. I should be happy I'm getting anything at all.

My attitude fucking sucks lately. I feel sorry for anyone that has to be around me.

I'm gonna go watch Gilmore Girls.

current mood: blah

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Saturday, February 8th, 2003
8:19 pm - Yeah, pretty much.
"I was stronger
I was better
Picked you out
Now don't say a word
No don't yell out
Never mind
Let you out
Led you back
Stay on
Sit down
Let it fall
Let it fall
Let it fall
Let it fall"

Radiohead - How I Made My Millions.

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