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Things that may or may not have happened on halloween

2009-11-04 13:28:47 ET zach and the big daddies played. We consumed 30 gallons of beer, and 10 liters of hard liquor. we had a snowball fight. really hot chicks made out in my hallway. Black hawks played. one of those really hot chicks passed out and puked on everything in my bedroom. bombs blast showed up at 10am...drunk. there were trannies. bombs blast played. many things were lost. we put two steaks on the grill and forgot about them til about 4am. christian then tried to eat the steaks. Ska skank redemption played. several people inhaled one form of nitrate gas or the other. there were chips and dip. 3grams over an oz played. people went missing. tank girl crowdsurfed in the living room. someone kicked a hole in the wall. someone else (actually, several someone elses) took it upon themselves to make it bigger. The A-ok's Played. there was a disturbing amount of blood and vomit in the back yard. someone died. the microwave got thrown into the trash. we went to guitar center with zombie makeup on to look for drum heads. The Heat Machine played. There was public nudity and sex. Alyssa got thrown through a wall. we had taquitos. there were no trick-o-treaters. Stab crew played instead of five o'clock nowhere. There was a giant barrel of candy. the party-goers arrived late friday night and left late sunday morning. Someone broke the sink. Eastern Turkish played. We had to stop someone from peeing on dick cheney. Dick Cheney was gaurding the bathroom. A fire was started in the back yard. The Ruckus played. Snow white was hairy. All glass bottles were disposed of in the bathtub. People were breaking cinderblocks on the tv. There is 1950's newspaper lining the mirror in the bathroom. I know, because someone broke that, too. The cops were never called. keep in mind, this is in no particular order... and that all of it is true. 2 comments

suburban hell

2009-10-19 23:49:28 ET ugh. this stupid failing economy bullshit has driven me to working and living in fucking beaver cleaver-ville. These peoples biggest concern is who fucked up and let ME into the neighborhood. The most asked questions of the month are: "did it hurt to stretch your ears out like that?" and "do you do drugs?" usually followed by a lot of fake stepford wife style psuedo-polite laughter or "ew. that's kinda gross". depending on age range and annual household income. I feel trapped and this totally blows. I don't know how much longer I can go without shooing off a crackhead or falling asleep in a parking lot. Could be dangerous...

Shameless self promotion time.

2009-05-20 17:19:35 ET So, after moving to Denver to join a shitty underground ska band, I decided to become a shitty underground ska promoter. Anyway, I managed to throw together this massive show in June and anybody into ska, punk or beer should come. Granted, it's in Colorado and most of you don't live in Colorado, just do your best. 11 comments

whatever poisons in this bottle...

2009-03-22 21:55:15 ET I think I've used that quote in a journal entry already. eh. So, note to self: stop drinking so fucking much. Last night was the first binge I really honestly don't remember most of and the parts I do remember, I wish I could forget... ugh... my head hurts.

Another rant

2009-02-14 22:03:52 ET because, really, what else is a journal for? Last year I was working at 24 hour fitness under a district manager who saw me as someone he could manipulate. I let him move me from club to club to yet another club in hopes that he would promote me and allow me to join the ranks of the elite slackers that make money off of fat people. He made promise after promise and finally I said enough is enough. I took matters into my own hands and asked around in the denver area if anyone was looking for a manager or assistant to hire in their club immediately. I found a position and, because it would not only get me the hell away from mr. douchebag it would bring me closer to my band, I took the job. This guy was worse. seriously. So I quit and took a job day managing the taco bell next door to me saying it would only be a temporary solution until I found something I really loved. I got lazy and never went looking for a new job. In November I nearly got into a fist fight with a customer and threw a load of dishes at a trainee. So, my boss and I agreed that taco bell might not have been the place for me. I went hunting and after a very short while found a gig selling shoes at the downtown mall. This guy was friendly and really seemed to appreciate my apparent knack for making sales. We went through all the hoops and ended with a " I should have your background check in Monday, give me a call and we'll figure something out." So I quit taco bell with a huge smile on my face. I called this dick everyday for a week with no response. Then the holidays hit and there was no hope of getting a hold of anybody in retail. So I resolved to really hit the pavement Jan 1st. New year, new job, new city, this was gonna be fucking great. I still don't have a job. I went and interviewed with serveral banks, all denied me because of my credit. I finally got approved for a job with spring mobile and phrases like " you will be an amazing asset to us" were thrown about. They too just stopped calling me. I've been looking to do odd jobs I find on craigslist and such but everytime, they call me the day I'm supposed to come work for them and cancel. Needless to say, I'm fucking livid. I have no idea where rent is coming from and it's due next week. I have done everything I can and nothing good has come of it. I will be going to Burger King tomorrow to see if they need a cashier. The really shitty part is: I see people every single day who exist more selfishly than I do, who squander what they've got and I see them constantly happier. It's not typical of me to think this way but maybe being an asshole and worrying only about #1 is really the key to success. Basically, I'm fucked. So now, I have to figure out how I'm going to tell my mom that I've broken all my promises to fix things and not to let her down. So yeah... my emo rant is over now. 8 comments

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