no apathy tonight.
B is right.

one of our anal bosses was standing behind me and austin (the only guy my age in my dept) with a notebook and pen...
seemed a little suspicious. eventually he came by and told us he was critiquing us.
he sed i was fine, clean workspace, blah blah, but i need to smile at the customers more.
hmph. i thought i usually do squeeze one out (we're still talking smiles here) everytime someone comes up to my line and also when they leave...but i guess theres a difference between my forced and natural smile.
or im just tired all the time and well shit... im at work!

with like a half hr to go, i found 5 bucks laying on the ground next to the checkstand.
yoink. i picked it up.
i forget what policy is. i think i give it to the customer service desk, and if no one claims it in i cant remember how long, then its mine. so i made up my own policy: if no one claims it before i leave, then its mine.

its mine.

wtf. im like the first word in almost every recent blog? either that or the first word in the begginning of a paragraph.
it feels odd.

oh yes. and i really liked tripats returning blog =)

bush is a fuck.... with the I.Q. of 91, so my dad sez.
but he did just give me $300!!!

hmmm. so ive been noticing that theres really a lot of hot chix out there.
seems that all are already taken or have some other reason why theyre out of reach.
pobrecito.

see...
what i dont get is why do i do it if it makes me like that.
fuck.... addiction, i guess?

im not callin anyone out.
oh. excpet air, cuz he sux.
i am champion!
loser.
hehe

you know whats sad is that i dont think that people can follow, or i dont express my thought patterns so well,
so all these thought to be brilliant revelations dont mean a damn thing to anyone.

blogger is just teaching or bragging....
why everyone who can doesnt get involved... i dunno

just a little bloggin before bed.
i hadnt checked blogs in a while, cuz frankly, no one was writing them.
tonight had a surge though... wtf?

mkay. couple responses...
manuel, wank... what? im pissed at you or should be? bwah!
oh. you mean the car thing, wank?
yeah. that got me, cuz the driver always seems to get shat on.... especially when its me.
got a clue why i bitch so much about it now?
im not taking it out on you, wank... im just saying in general....
i was glad that you guys footed the bill though.... or else heads woulda rolled....
oh yeah, btw, who bought tickets? i owe someone...

the other thing...
yeah, pop...
you know, its kinda dissappointing when you go to the fridge to grab a cold one, and what seems to be just after you stocked up, half your shits gone.
if everyone bought shit now and then, then there'd be no problem.
but since we havent figured that out, as seen by the toilet paper shortage, then people get upset....
cuz i dont really drink pop as religiously as some people. so i end up getting less of my own, then feeling kinda bad for taking other peoples, and i dont know if they're feeling the same as me, where we can share if you buy some, then they buy some, and everyones happy.

parties kinda excludes this, cuz it seems that everyones helping themselves, but at least B put me in my place.
that was funny....

but seriously... be considerate.
people eat my shit if i leave it out too. what the hells that?
i have limited food resources.. thats why its so upsetting.
=P

and im gay for whining about all this shit.
night.

ya know, theres a lot of knowledge and possesions out there....
people use this to impress others. i guess its all interaction is...
cuz what is there.. interaction is either trying to impress by showing knowledge, or teaching, which is in itself expressing knowledge, whether theres the impression intent, thats left unknown, but most likely.

anyway. people can use possesions to try to impress people...
people can make up things to try to impress people....
once found out, these people are called out....
this is why people like chris and pat cant be taken seriously.
cuz theyre full of shit.
i was even told today, "people appreciate the truth." by some random customer i was BSing with.
people want to know whats real...
they feel deceived and let down by those who never speak a word of the truth...

so i saw another side of chris last night....
i think the only reason he came over was this one intent:
air, dan, wank, po, and i stopped by chris' house while he was away.
there was supposed to be mass skankage provided by chris' brother drew, who stayed behind, but he didnt come through...
instead there were half-nekid men of the verge of man-gina. scared shitless, we bolted, but had to wait for dan to answer the call of nature...

anyway.. thats the story.... we came, we saw, we left.
chris came last night and pushed and pushed...
"what did you guys steal?!"
cuz he saw me motion to air when he showed up to take care of the shitload of mints.
"you know, its cool to steal from godfathers, in fact, more power to you for doing it, but stealing from me, my personal stuff, thats not."
so i let him in on how it was just the mints.
but shit. sure maybe with our quick entrance and leaving, that is suspectful, but not only did he have no idea what was stolen (cuz nothing was), but he was giving me the 3rd degree!

to me, with that kind of mind set, it seems like we're dealing with a guilty conscience.
"ok, so i didnt take dans gameboy, so what did you guys take from me?"
exact words.

parties give me a whole different mindset.
actually its rather pessimistic.
but ya know what? everyone just sucks it up and deals with how things are....
that everyones just out to impress someone else, because thats what human interaction is all about, i guess.
maybe thats just why i watch most of the time, because its interesting, yet disgusting....

people look around for approval...
shit. im no different. but i just notice it is all.
i cant change it either.
theres the pessimism.

you just do it cuz you think you get something out of it.

geez.. what was up with traffic today?
i gave myself the same amount of time i do everytime i go to work, but for some reason there were a string of cars all the way from the freeway back to 65th and 15th.. ya know that little fruit stand thing... yeah.
seemed that every road headed toward the freeway was backed up....
it took me 20 mins to get to green lake....
i guess thats no where near my one hr to get from our house to the onramp light at montlake a couple days ago...

anywho. my phones fucked again, in a different way... its kinda pissing me off.
i wake up to both that and my computer being fucked. i fixed the one, but dont feel like sitting on the phone again....
bleh.
sisters got a 22nd b-day tomorrow. what should i get her?

you know what? fuck you...
uninspiration not an excuse...
im sure it wasnt your intent to call me out, but shit, i can have a day off...specially when shit aint happenin.
what about those fuckers out there that keep up on the blogs, have one of their OWN, yet do not have a damn thing to share.....
it seems unfair, but ya know.. theres no fucking rules. so suck it up.
be told off by fuckers that give you shit for not doing your thing, but are lacking in their own department.

anyway.
i've been feeling weird about having these "weekends" lately, and i just realized why....
since the end of last summer, its been: school-work, school-work, school, school-work, school, work, work, repeat.
see what i mean? no fucking breaks, every fucking day i'd either have school, work, or both.
no time to just sit on my ass and enjoy life and friends. i kinda like it.
but yet, i still enjoy school, so i dont think i'll be skippin out on that.
maybe i can make it to where i'll have a day during the school year that i refuse to do either work or school.
but shit.. then i'll still be missin out on hella shit....
hmm... full time student sounds appealing but implausible....fuck.
dah well. do with it what you can, and make the best of it.
blah blah blah, gay cliche!

its really kinda lonely when yer up late at night by yourself.
especially when you have a couple next door.

ya know, you keep waiting for it to get better, but whens that going to happen?

im uninspired.

hey, if you dont know what a shitload of mints looks like...
c'mon over to our place!! =D

squeek-eth squeek squeek-el. squeek squeek mc-squeek-en.

let me assure you....
that aint no squirrel jive.

hey people.
when i ask you whats the occasion for cleaning,
dont say just cuz.
i know its for your woman.
whats wrong in admitting that?
theres nothing wrong with it.
two of you. geez.

its my friday again.
um yay. or something.

work hasnt been busy lately.
makes it seem like im there forever.

ya know, they should put the green lake trail next to the road.
i cant see everyone that well when i drive by.
im sure they wouldnt like it so much though....

its hot. its damn hot.
i saw a man in orange robes burst into flames!!

speaking of which...
i wonder if cooters home.
should be.

um. why did everyone simultaneously stop blogging?
i kinda feel weird being the only one here......

and hes all grownS up.

you know what?
i havent bitched about ashleigh or maegan for a while...
well, i guess im passed due.

maegan stood me up for the 3rd time this weekend.
her excuse: ashleigh came home early from hawaii.
sure thats fine. but what? she cant even call?
its not like i'd try to go over there..
i wanted her to see the house.
whatever.
that was so last summer.
i could care less.
who wants to make an effort to be treated like shit?

i did for a long time. no more..
its their turn.
if they want to see me...
they can make the effort.

why does it seem like theres always gotta be one nemesis stop light?
ya know, the one where it seems like everyday you have to stop for the fucker... even on a good/lucky day...

well, mine used to be the one by wendys in kirkland.
124th and 116th, i think...
now its 65th and ravenna...
why does it seem like where ever i go, i always cross ravenna?


so you know how all the moms are always saying,
"dont put your fingers on the conveyor belt, or they'll get caught"?
well thats a buncha bull, unless the belt is broken, but thats still a hard task.
but anyway, i saw the first check-out stand accident of my professional (heh) career.

this mom of three had just paid me. she had two kids on foot, and the other in the little seat. you know the little thing at the front of the cart with the two holes for them tiny legs...
well the littlest kid was in that. and the mom was on the other side of the cart pulling it to leave.
but this little kid in the seat wanted to touch the conveyor belt. so he leans and leans..
his moms still pulling.
all of a sudden "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"
this kid screams. the most shrill thing i've herd in a while.
so you know the little stand where you can write your checks/sign your credit card slip/where the debit machine/donation jar is?
yeah, well the kid was being pushed up against that, while his mom was pulling him, and he had no where to go.
yeah, that seems like it would hurt. i think all the pressure was on his head too.

there was no real damage, but the kid was crying, of course...
theres nothing like that to quiet down a line as quickly as that did.
the only thing the next guy in line could say was... "poor kid."

airs a homo for finding that test.
and im 28% homo for taking it.
fag.

and theres still a lingering smell in my room.
he apologized.. so i guess thats cool....

ok, so i was randomly talking about my cats, right?
well i had an AIM chat with my sis today, and come to find out that our parents made a new addition to the family.
nope. not another cat. (as matt whipes his brow). nope. a little puppy... well, actually a 6 yr old puppy.
but get this. its a golden retriever/chihuahua mix.....
yeah. dont ask me how thats possible, or why they chose it. i still havent seen it, or even know its name.
i guess its 22 lbs.
hmmm...

i was tellin dan the other day how no matter how old a guy is, hes still a horny bastard.
i went to tell him about this 70-some yr old guy that came through my express lane.
we start BSing, ya know, the usual, then hes like, "well, hey, you got your '10 items or less sign', what about a 'hot chic only sign'?
i told him that it was a good idea, but i dont think that they'd let me do it, that and i dont have enough balls.
so he asked if i wanted him to do it for me.
"sure!"
we laugh, and he heads out.

well. he came back today through my express line again.
didnt recognize him at first, until he sed, "well, sorry, but they wouldnt let me put up the sign"
"oh, thats too bad, but thanx for the try"
more BS..blah blah blah.
then out of the blue he asks me if im a baseball fan... dunno why, but i sed, yeah, sure, whatever.
and he left.

im starting to get my regular customers. ya know, the ones who look for me. its cool.
passes the day quicker.

oh. another example of horniness. these two scrubby lookin guys, maybe 50ish were checking out, and theyre like,
"is this a good place to pick up chix"
"oh yeah"
"got any yet?"
"not yet, but ive only been here a month"
"it takes you that long? damn."
>=P
too bad out of my two+ yrs, ive only gotten one legitamate phone #, the other was for my sister. =P

back to hot chix....
so theres only me and this other guy austin that works in the same dept as me who are around 21 and male. the rest are older men, or women in their 30s.
so he told me theres this code for hot chix; to let the other guy know.
here... lemme try it out for you....

"hey man, you got a boxknife over there?"
translation: dood. look at the hot chic i got in my line!

response: (if im busy)
"no, man, i dont, sorry"
translation: fucker, i hate you, i wish she was over here. i can hardly see her!
response: (if not busy)
"oh yeah. i got one, i'll be right over."
translation: shit. thanx for the heads up. i'll be right over with the boxknife *wink*

works rather well. we tested it out today.
although there wasnt much to work with =P
it was a slow day.

oH!
for those who know...and love him, uncle shinnys comin to town in mid-september.
this will be good. hes my favorite. some of you have been privy to know why.

so i got the saturday off when hes up here, and i also got my bday off =)
that saturday, and the day after, cuz im sure i'll need it ;)

i got to see my kitties on thursday when i went home =D
although its weird to only go home to two =/
bear finally has some company up there on the lonely frige. einstein was cremated and is put up there alongside her in his own pine box. weird family, eh?

so theres amber, whos always hiding, then our outgoing cat, who we almost didnt get. her names sarah.
i wanted to tell you about her.
i dont know how this started, but one day my dad decided that when she was laying on this four-wheeled stool that we have, that he'd spin her around on it....

well. to begin with, this wasnt so good. shed always get thrown off. but youd pat the stool for her to get back on, and she'd immediately jump back on. i guess she likes the ride.

well after getting tossed off a buncha times, she finally figured out how to stay on.
she gets a low center of gravity, and kinda hooks each paw around either side of a corner.
this keeps her on. and she'll let you spin and spin her until i guess she gets too dizzy. then she'll jump off and flop on her side wanting you to pet her.

shes a good cat.
i taught her tricks once as a science experiment back in 7th grade when we still lived in cali.
the treat that shed go for the most was cheerios. weird huh?
i think her 2nd fave food are peas.
i miss my kitties.

hmm...
no one blogged yesterday but me. and what i did was shit.
is that just a weekend thing? more busy?

yeah. i just got one question.
most normal?!?
was this before or after blog?

nothing like a hard day of work to bring you back to reality.
night.

hey. i ran into that jet city guy again at work.
i guess they do this cult classic film thing outdoors every other week or so in the summer.
um, well i think in mid or late august their doing fight club.
we should go to that.

wheres eveyone at this weekend?

and im fucked....
das boot. =P

you dont learn anything until youve been hardened by your world.

i have my new shirts.
now im not the rebelious punk kid anymore.
it was all their fucking fault anyway.

tired.
two weekends?

apparently, according to wanks test, im high in avoidance and dependence.
seems about right.

you ever get something in your head so that you cant focus the rest of the day til you can get it off your chest?
yeah. today i had that with 3 hrs of work left.
guess who i ran into today.
christine.
she was with some dude, some co-worker.
why do i immediately jump to conclusions?
she told me his name, but it was really quiet.
but why do automatically assume its dan?
why do i assume the worst?
she kept telling me theyre just friends... hes just a friend from work....
why am i instantly like "oh shit! i gotta let manuel know!"
but why cant it just be as innocent as two friends going shopping.
just as innocent as if it were two friends going to a movie.

even i assume the worst. why?

i was watching tv right before work, about that chandra chic thats missing...
personally i dont give a fuck, but why is it that the media needs to continually have on case thats takes up months at a time, one that all the tabloids get a hold of. a soap opera of real life, if you will.
im tired of it. theres better things to learn about.
and god. why are people talking about it in the break room? everyone knows a little detail that no one else knew...
i dont care. dont care.
leave it to whoever's job it actually is. tell me the outcome, and get on with life.

do you ever get to where you look at a person and you know you know them but you dont know where from?
ive been doing that a lot lately. from that guy on arli$$, who is now on this regular commercial that i might have to point out, to allies mom, to rotnok and nichole from high school that i ran into at chevron by totem lake mall, to this chic in a coca-cola uniform today.
she looked really familiar, so i asked if they deliver to other fred meyers.
yup.
then i specifically sed kirkland, and then shes like, "yeah, i used to work loss prevention there".
oh damn. then it all comes back.
weird how you can do that though.

and the final piece for today.
it was really slow, so i saw the cover of TIME magazine which kinda sparked my interest. it was how they have found bones that support an even earlier bipedal homonid dating back further than lucy, to about 5.8 - 6 million y.a.
ok. so im retarded, but i even caught their mistake when they sed they used argon-argon dating.
ok, homos, its nothing special to turn argon into inert argon. what youre looking for is potassium-argon. sheesh.

but on another note, isnt it kinda weird how the earth seems to kinda recycle itself. with tectonics it moves shit around, and what used to be a lush forest is now an aids-stricken, anorexic-populated dessert.
kinda cool when you think about it. (the recycling part).

personally thats why im also dont care for the green-house effect debate, but that doesnt mean im out spreading chloro-fluorocarbons all over fuck if i can help it.

wow. im actually talking about enviormental shit.
i have opinions?

hmm.
whyd i do it?
there was this little furry squirrel romping around in the grass and green lake pitch and put.
i decide to throw a golf ball at it to scare it away.
but just and i throw it, the poor bastard springs forward.
the fucking ball lands right on his smaller-than-golfball-sized skull!!
he stopped. dazed, he slowly blinks his black, glassy, wee-beedy eyes...while looking right at me.
getting over the initial shock, he hops back toward a tree. i dont think he coulda made it up it... maybe.
but he just chilled there for a bit as i went to retrieve my ball.
damn. my bad, squirrel.
this was as bad as keith being convinced that i was trying to run over the little baby ducklings with our canoe in lake washington.
(i was just trying to get one on my paddle to fling it across the water )

4/4.
not too bad.
caused a bit of havoc though.
save the drama for your momma.
gay.

to quote Mr. T, "quit yo gibber-gabberin"
my bad, T.

the reason i was trippin on the cheez-it thing was cuz i believe that there 9 different 2-box combo selection, and for three people to do that within a week.....
B needs those kinda odds when he heads over to vegas.
oh wait. he'll just be at the titty bars the whole time.
hmmm. but im sure they'll have slut machines even in there.

ok. one last thing.
whats the deal?
i bought white cheddar and tabasco cheez -its.
dan buys white cheddar and tabasco cheez -its.
when he goes to munch on them i thought he was jackin my shiznit. my bad.
then hannah (chris' random, but hotter ho) comes in my door presenting me a bag of
white cheddar and tabasco cheez -its!
chris sed that she bought them but didnt like them.
im thinkin "why lie in that situation?" but whatever. why the hell would she do that..
realization: chris can be full of shit. but stills a funny muther fucker.

bloggers full of shit.

ya know, its a good thing to keep to yourself, keep things limited.
if you stretch yourself thin, then shit, people are gunna get pissed at ya.
i mentioned i might stop by my parents place on my "weekend".
i fucking forgot.
i think its one of the few times (and the first time via email) that my dads called me an asshole.
do have like one phrase or word that you know yer just fucked when your parents say them?
or how some swearwords are just used all the time that they have no meaning, but then theres that one word that sounds so serious and meaningful? yeah. that would be it.(used in the proper sense)
all the while i was thinkin it was 2 out of 3, when its 2 out of 4.
oh wait! i have another day!
whats he bitching about?

inhibitionless.
scary, aint it?

i was in mid-stroke of that blog, but i got interrupted.
i dont remember what i was saying, or if i want to bother to look.
so i'll start afresh and anew.
but where? oh yeah. ryan? whys he sooo hard to get up in the morning?
oh yeah, cuz he stays up later than i do with that chic in oakland. and this is when i dont have work in the morning!!

chris: ya gotta give him some credit for actually meeting and bringing people. sure, they may be a little sketchy, but he knows how its done... and i dont.
just being around that guy makes me laugh. hes a funny guy.. really.
some of my best laughs with him.

why do people look for uniqueness to gain attention?
"i pipe chix" look at me.
how are some duped into thinking youd actually go through with it? not in this situation, but any other?
em. oh, that one hard on.
one thought/image can be processed many ways.

i have tripat flowing around and in me. i think it was all that dahler mendi. calen had to be christened. the night before scott and grant had to been aware. then wank had to pull out the big guns.. NEW dahler mendi. pimpin the vynl green turban.
vinyl is when theres an alcohol off of the adjacent double bond.. or some shit.

what the hell are you doing? you know you got 2 out of 3, not bad.
but can you pull this off? what are you trying to do with it anyway?
something there? or just flare?

why do it?

shit. as i'll be less likely to be read cuz i make no sense.
lowering the ratings. of the dozens and dozens....
oh shit. thats been overdone.

this chic in NY that i went to westmont with just randomly told me it was 420 in NY. 120 here.
fuck.

why let people see you like this?
why let yourself do it?
do you even like it? i didnt.....
shit. what have you done?

poems are exactly this.
nonsensicals.
script that only the author knows.
but people are interested and try to piece it together.
but how do you know every detail? every inside joke?
every meaning? slang, etc.

i never fucking got it.
and im no good at explainin it.
cuz it aint mine.

sure the presentation can be soothing, or fit the mood, but just enjoy the sound.
why delve into it, cutting it up, defiling it!

how did i get on this tangent.
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so i must go...
and ryans still up.
hes got a loud voice.

justification.
your rooms yours.
your rooms your sanctity.
your room is where your shit can be how you want it to be.
your room is where you can hide from all those scary muther (thats for christine)fuckers out there.

so yeah, maybe i was an accomplise in as so far as i was present. but i kept thinking.
oh shit i'd be so pissed if that was my stuff.
so i didnt get involved.
its kinda like a "its funny cuz its not me" thing. but i guess i never really got into that, no wait. some. fuck.

anyway. this brings me to my next topic.
true friends are the best shit ever.
you get in squabbles/bickers/fights, shat was thrown, words that are only better forgotten are cast, but overnight, or maybe sometime even sooner, you know that fucking homo that did this and that to you....they'll have your back.

you think of all the good times youve had. and then you realize. its just a little temper tantrum that was thrown at the same time, or invoked or whatever. but its dumb, its trivial. its understood; that shit happens

stupidity abounds.
i always wondered whether i'd act different if i wasnt in my current situation... and would others?
no they wouldnt. its just a different perspective. everyone would still be doing the same thing.
youre just looking at it slower and more intently. it seems different, but its not.

what is it? why is it a game? they dont know what their doing. everythings a mystery, but people go by what they think might be right, and by what theyve herd to be right. no one really knows. fucking dark shadow looming over everything... keeping it a secret.
se la vie.... on the fuckin realz.

what kind of blog do we have tonight, boys and girls?
told.

this was sincerely, and by all means truely

esto es mi viernes y hay nada para hacer.
chingada.

ah yes. how could i forget. the hottest chic today.
this is the heidi klum.
the rebecca rojimin.
the laetitia casta.
the hotty mcBoobs.
this chic was hot.
me and that other dood that i was talkin to today saw her.
we fought. he won >=P
she went through his line. i hate him.
instead, i got this red headed hag that couldnt hear so well so she thought she needed to yell so she could hear herself.
(referring to aaronism #1: theres two types of redheads: the really hot ones, and the really not hot ones)
so the hottest chic was in his line forever.
and after she left, he came up to me and all he could get out was a prolonged "wow.........".
cuz yeah.. she was hot.

theres a good deal of skankage that passes by our house as well. sometimes you have to follow them from the kitchen all the way to the foosball table and flat up against the windows, to where your eyes are flattened up against the glass and cant hold focus.
too extreme? hell nah.

today at work it was hella slow. dunno why. it wasnt that nice of a day.
but anyway, i noticed that someone had donated a fred meyer pin into our little coin thing.
i wanted that fucker ouT! but its fucking hard with that sloped piece of plastic to keep you from simply turning the lock up and taking all the cash. so i took two pins, bent the metal hook thing on one of them, and for 45 mins off and on in between customers tried to get that thing out. finally, i did. and no one around to congratulate me on such a momentous occasion. heh.
but no, today was fun. that chic that i talk to was there, and theres this other dood about my age (not the deli guy) that was in on the convo with me and her.. we kept it real.

oh. yeah, read all of wanks blogs. a few things:
yes, old people suck (im not talkin bout the scariness, but thats sometimes the case too). but seriously. like take the guy that was giving me shit for pointing out that he only had 4 beers instead of 6. would he have bitched out someone who looked adultish? fuck no. older people think they can push people around. they think since we look like kids that they can treat us like them. ive had to deal with this through my whole retail career. back when i first started cashiering and it was all akward, i still remember this asshole.
he asked me to call someone to make him a key at the machine. but i was thinking that i'd do it at the end of the order i was working on at the time.. unfortunately, i was slow, and it was a big order. so before i get done, the guy gets pissed and asked someone else to do it. then he comes back over to me, and sez "next time when someone tells you to do something, you do it!!"
thats when i realized what wank is saying. they treat you like youre their moldable kids. fuck him! that was like 2 yrs ago. but fuck him! if i was 30, he wouldnt have done that, he woulda given me more respect, or just called me a moron under his breath. fuck him.
fuck that old guy too. people need to calm the fuck down. a lot of them think that the worlds out to get them. fucking retards.
youre not that significant!

as for the other house shit. i thought it was the neighbor behind us that was talking shit. i guess its some random fuck down the street. probably one of those people just out to get people in trouble. cuz his fucking retard sign got jacked a while back by doods in a black jeep. chris has a black jeep.. damn.

dan. you had every right to be pissed. but airs a good guy, and a damn good cleaner.
you know he was going to get to it. but hes not going to drop everything at that moment.
especially when its involving cleaning up the house.
my bad. its over. moving on.

i think manuel died again. blogging seems to be my only contact with him. fag.

i guess theres grippa movies coming out.
ever plan to do shit with people and realize that its all at the same time? hehe.
well yeah. i do that a lot cuz im not that organized. fuck me.
how do you fix it and not get people upset?
i dont remember who i planned with first.

what else?
nothing.
oh, maybe some laundry.

oh yeah, and matt..
its a fucking month now.. not 2 weeks. i hate you.
why do i bother going there?
same shit.

today i was thinking: what do i have to blog about today?
and now that i get home, oh yeah. this:

seems our party was a bit outta hand. be it either loud asses (ehem, B) or blaring music, the neighbors behind us got pissed and called the cops, and our landlords got word of it. so we got a warning and next time its the boot. shit. school hasnt even started.
so they seemed to be pretty nice about it, but i know they wont bend on it. shes strict like that.

it was perfect timing. air decided to clean the lawns, so i was out helping a bit.
we got the bottles and random shit cleared off the lawns and were half way through mowing when they showed up.
brownie pts!! so since me n air are the only ones who signed the lease, we were the only ones they needed to talk to, and they didnt need to come inside *phew*.

so hey, fuckers. simmer down a bit! when yer havin a smoke, or whatever, calm the fuck down! dont yell at the cops that are down at the end of the block. i kinda want to live here.

hmmm.. seems dans room requires a bit more cleaning.

oh... for those of you who know her, i saw allie's mom today at work (allie from the 9th floor at mcmahon). id met her before, but she had no fucking clue who i was. ah well. no distinguishable features, i guess.

im tired. but i got some overtime on either side of my shift today. woot.
out.

bloody kookin pansy wankers

dan = fixer
atta boy!
its still on its last legs though.

oh. so you know what pisses me off?
i was in the express lane today...
and yeah, i do take people with over 10 items, but you'd think it should be by my discretion, right?
theres all these fuckers that come up and are like.. "oh, is it ok, i have 11 things."
yeah.. so come to find out its more like 21, and then since its there, they go and grab a couple candy bars...
fuckers.
those 10 items or less signs are so fucking huge, why is it that i have to repeatedly say,
"um, ma'am/sir, this do you have more than 10 items?"
they say, "oh, im sorry, i didnt see the [FUCKING HUGE] sign."
i hate it when they get all their shit on the belt before i notice, cuz then its like i have to ring them up, and everyone behind them gets pissed.....

ok, why does this scare me?
i dont know if any of you have ever observed this, but working with money a lot, i have.
canadian money clangs with a higher pitch when it hits other coins.
i can tell when i mistakenly give away a canadian penny or whatever just by the sound.
a lot of the time if people notice they get canadian money, they ask for it to be switched.
thats mostly just the eccentric people, but its just a big hassle.
so everytime i hear that off-pitch chime, i kinda get wary, hoping they didnt notice that i just got that shit outta my till and pawned it off on them.... they rarely do, i mean who checks their change? even if its like 80-90 cents.
i make sure i count out the bills to the people though. thats what matters.

more boring stories of life at grocery stores...
my bad.

sux that i have to look for good times to blog now that my shit done broke....
blah. anyway.
that fucker that i flicked off yesterday came through my line again.
he was totally silent.. didnt say a damn thing.

emm....
oh yeah. so im trying to get in all the hrs i can before my raise, so i sed i'd work tomorrow... opening..
i got off work at 1015 pm tonight.. so i get 1hr and 45mins of overtime tomorrow.. cuz they have to give you a 10 hr break in between shifts...

i talked to this guy at the deli.. ive blogged about him before... hes pretty cool... trying to start a band... he plays bass.
he gave me the extra of this smoothie that this chic ordered, so that was cool... the brain freeze wasnt =P

dans still not home from the laN party... .geezus.
oh wait. here he is... and hes asking why the pools are in the house...... heh.

um. im getting a bit more talkative at work.. with employees and customers..
so thats cool.
alright. bedtimes near. or something.
i wanna fix my shit.. or get a new one (comp).

hmm.
i just went downstairs to clean up dans room a bit (hes still not home).
but it was already mostly cleaned up. air musta got to it first. good guy... although he hearts boys.....
so the rooms not that bad (dan might have another perspective, but still), theres some dirt on the floor..
thats about it, i think... hope....
somebody came into my room around 10:30...
maybe it was chris..
wanks out wanking on the golf course. sux that they picked the first shitty day we've had in a while...
maybe its still just early.

dammit. even if you dont believe me, i had a chic in my bed, and i booted her ouT@!!@$ fuh....
and was i even drunk? i dont remember. hmm.

so little work next week.. i feel i'll be bored...
i think its cuz they just trained a shitload of new cashiers. (one whos kinda hot, but i cant tell if shes my age or older).
so i guess they gave me less hrs cuz i have a short amount of time during the week to work with..
on the weekend however... im pretty much working all of that... til late.
dammit.
stupid (lucky) people with mon - fri jobs.

fuck my broken computer... i knew i shoulda been happy the way it was.. then i go and try to download MSN IM..
fuck! now all i can use it for is snood and freecell, which i havent played since i broke it the first time... goddammit!

damn. no drunkey blog.
working weekends sux.
but what can ya do?
whats wrong with me??
i had a chic passed out in my bed and i made her get out?@!
bwah!

shit. but i think she was twelve or something.
wank has mexican techno. heh.
air has a wet ass and sleeps with foliage.
nuts on your chin.

im only working like 20 hrs next week...
how the hell am i going to get those 148hrs til my raise!? bitches.
any free time i get i'll just waste away by sleeping.
is that waste?

where does chris find these chix?
props to some extent.
or something.

my comp wont blog =P

so i come home and get rocked bottomed and tossed by matt and po. YOUSE A H!O!

alright... so at work...
this old guy, like maybe late 50s comes through my line. i let him knw that he only has a 5 pack of beer, cuz lots of times people just grab the pack and go, like what happened earlier with this lady who only had 4, and was greatful when i told her...

but this guy.. foreign or whatever got pissed when i let him know, like i thought he couldnt count. so he was telling me off, but it was kinda quiet and in a shit accent, so i couldnt reallly hear what he was saying til, "you got that?"
so i was like yeah... ok..
even know i didnt know what he sed. but he was serious and pissed...
so when he was getting his cash i did that thing where you scratch your cheek, but youre actually flickng the fucker off..
the like late-20 year old behind this guy saw it and kinda chuckled....
fuck that guy. i was just trying to help...

oh.. and also, i like to look for unique change.. foreign or old..
and you know those old one cent pennys? well usually theyre all like 1958 for some reason, maybe thats the last year and the most made or something..
but today i jacked a 1920 penny.. think about that... shit. 81 years old, circulating around the country.
airs grammy was like 2 yrs old or some shit when that was minted.

yeah.. so i tried to get MSN IM on my computer.. now i cant get onto hotmail or blog... some javascript thing.. i dont know computers..
alright.. air was throwing a pool on the roof when i got home.. i better go check up on his bitch ass..
late.

alright. i guess i'll write about the unimportant shit i was going to type about earlier.....

yeah. so work today. they stuck me with the shitty lane today, and the other person who came at the same time, got the express =P
the one i got is shitty, cuz for some reason, they decided to make a metal plate stick outta the ground like right beside me, so ever fucker has to rev up and push their cart hard to get over it... whos bright idea was that? who knows... youd think they could make a ramp or something for it..

so i was going to buy a 25 cent pop today on my break, but i go into the break room, and theres food! like FreE food! so i snack on that shit, and i get a free pop too. i guess its some employee appreciation?.. something gay like that.

so i go back, and they stick me in for this other guy... and this chix in my line, and shit got a shitload of stuff, i mean a cart stuffed full.
so then she loads all her shit up, and is like, "ok, now im going to go get my other cart, so you might want to warn people who try to get in this like.. FuH!
turns out that shes loading up for a 30-day boat trip for 17 guys. shes already made two trips to costco.
so yeah.. i ring it all up, half way through one of my bosses starts to help me... then hes like.. well, if i knew it was for a boat, i woulda taken her to 16 (where they do the big orders).. but yeah.. i didnt know she had all that...

so i get done.. $929 and change.
my biggest order..
i think ive had $800-something before. but never over $1000
but imagine this....
the average large family who would bring a shitloada groceries, and all it is is food.
their bill will be about $250, $300 if theyre (un)lucky.
so yeah, multiply that by 3 or so....

good thing the chic was semi-hot.
...which brings me to another observation:
all hot chix that come through my line solo, when they say "hello" the always only mouth it! without fail!
i dont get it! what the hell?! they'll talk normally afterward, but just the salutations are silent. its weird.

um. methinks thats about it.
oh, i jacked this weird frisbee thing from work.
it was way easy. just stuck it in my pocket when i went to break and de-loop. its out!

went to safeway for dinner shit tonight. i had a couple of bread things and looked around for a red basket thing, you know what im talkin about, but the only ones i could see were by the door. so i looked around and headed for them. this cashier saw me looking around, and thought that was kinda suspicious... so he kept watching me, so i thought i'd say, "yeah, im just getting a basket."
after he herd that, he turned away... i coulda just walked out. i think its really easy to jack shit, if its only a couple things, and things that you might not put into bags. if you just act normal. yeah, who would notice? theyd think your reciepts in your pocket or something. people always ask me if i want to see their receipt, even when they buzz at the door... why bother? heh.

oh. last thing.
i thought people were retarded that couldnt figure out the debit, but like they say, its different at every store. at safeway, theirs is kinda funky. you can figure it out, but i can see the confusion. but yes, there still are some people are not that smart to figure it out.
po' bastards.

dammit.
im going to answer manuels question, but still no ones even mentioned my red pen question.
k, man.
giving shit back:
people are so apologetic about it, but wtf? i dont give a rats ass. i just take it and huck it over my shoulder, it goes on the back of the counter with all the other shit i dont want to deal with.... so for me, returning shit is no problem.
....down the line, however, kinda sux. when i worked in home, i was always puttin back returns. it ate into your time of all the other shit you had to do. but returning shit is expected, and i kinda liked returns, unless the item didnt have a home.

and just remember this: the cashier doesnt put it back, so they arent upset at you.
(unless in the specific case of fred meyer home, where the cashiers also work the floor, and they do put back those returns.)


well, you asked, and you have received.
if its long, its your own damn fault!

i was going to write shit.
but i just got shot into an extremely sad mood.....

my alarm clock is set to the end, 107.7....
i wake up to jodie and savage talking about yes, the all-star game....
its good to know that im not the only one who thinks that ripken was given that homerun.
they say it was a 93 mph fastball....
but did anyone else see that shit?
also, whoever the fuck who was in the outfield coulda jumped up and caught that shit...
or at least tried.... but i dont think he wanted to be a dick.....
but yeah... rigged sports? kinda looked like it...
and so much fucking ceremony...
but then you get to wondering:
luis gonzales? what? homerun derby winner? wha?!
i mean they did give boone the boot so sammy could advance, but shit.
although his pitcher did kinda suck. so maybe thats why he only hit two in the final round.
giambi raped the lot of em.
k shit.
i need to get to work.
its friday.
i wish that meant no work after today.

guess who i saw today at work..
ok.. you'll never guess...

i met airs mom. weird huh?
she was shoppin with granny, who i must say is looking a lot better than the last time i saw her...
shes gunna be like my great-grandma and live forever... ok, well at least til her late 90s...

lets see. my bosses are stupid.
theyre supposed to send me home at 4...
but instead theyre just in a circle shootin the shit...
so im waitin them out to see how long it takes for them to notice that im collectin time 'n' a half.
yeah.. that never happens. so after about 10 mins i go over to their little circle. and they still dont say anything...
then im finally like "so you guys gunna send me home?"
oh yeah.. you better go...
heh. theyre gunna get their asses chewed for letting someone get overtime for no good reason. theyre dumb.
like they only have a couple jobs. and the two involving the cashiers they suck at. sending them home/on breaks.
and getting/collecting money.... they never fucking come.

so i believe there will be a battle tonight. a battle of ...super puzzle fighter betwixt me n air. yes.. we're both queer.
especially when its so nice out.

oh. one last thing. chix with mustaches? whats the deal...
ok. im not talkin like peach fuzz, but im talking shit that i can even grow to look that "good".
i got this one lady that looks like she trims the fucker, but wont shave! and yes, she is a woman.
ya know, theres these things called nads. theyre not just for men anymore. check into it.
only $29.99. trust me, you'll look hotter...
airs grandma did...

shit. ... my bad.

oh, and that ranting last night (this morning). that was just flushing josh out of my system, i think...
we'll see..
ok. more later, maybe...
nah.. im just sayin that..
k bye.

air is gay.
i dont just mean homersexual, i mean full-on fairy-flaming liberochi gay. he loves men. he takes it in the poop shute.
yes, hes queer. he pipes men. he loves the sausage to boot. sed so himself.
if he joined the armed forces, he'd go in the navy, but only to play as one of those YMCA fags.
boy george had man love with him..... thats how gay he is.

thank you.
goodnight.

ok ok ok.
i take it back.
MILFs are definately hotter.
no more of that "the younger the hotter". really.
its all about the MILFs now.

ok. question. out of the 300 friends that i have that are bankers, i think only one still reads this... but heres the question:
why cant you write a check with a red pen? today i had this hot chic come through my line with a travelers check. she sed they wouldnt take it in south america cuz she wrote it in red. i took it. then later, somehow my communal pen (you know the one that you leave out so if someone doesnt have one, they use that one) was a red pen. this lady started writing with it, and sed, "oh, this is a red pen. will you still take it?"
um. yeah sure.

whats the deal? whys that bad?
let me in on it.

ok. just had a little break there... talked to ashlEY. dont know if ive ever done that before.
the topic came up. we want to do a little *gulp gulp* this weekend.... hopefully thats the right onomonopea or whatever...
im gay. moving on.....

i get a raise in like a month. its something to look forward too.
damn that'll be nice.

no ones here. i dont think i work enough.
then i'd keep more busy.
oh wait. someones here! prolly air.
alright. um. hopefully i'll see all you this weekend.
i think we're going to a movie later tonight.
ciao.

got caught up on blogs tonight.
matts was kinda easy.
neways. heres a bit i have to say to yall.
dans right. josh doesnt give a fuck.
i wanted to go out with joy and them when i could, but hes a hard fucker to get motivated. he wanted to leave the allstar game after like 6 innings, it was the one time i put my foot down. you gotta be slick or demanding when you want your way with that guy...
too bad im only slick some of the time, usually in bed.
yeah. i thought the next time i slept with a person it'd be a chic. nope. damn josh.
my water bed isnt that big.

air. you dont take blogger seriously =P its not us (or at least the consistant ones )
wank. my bad. josh didnt wanna see dream, and theyre not my favorite, but i think i woulda met a lot more famous people. this busdriver that took us down to safeco told us even he talked to barry bonds for about 5 mins, and also the espn announcer, firestone, or something.. i dont watch that shit....

dan. yeah. too bad you guys only met tiffany. josh's other sister. but yall got to meet boy george!
trip. thats some wierd shit. not only for that chic to read my blog, but to single me out.... trippin'.
oh yes. and manuel. thanx for havin my back.

and i still say fuck all yall that went to wild waves.
(which is pretty much everyone i hang out with)

bloggers a bitch!
i had to save this shit cuz its down.

jesus christ. what a memorable weekbeginning.
for being josh's friend who just happens to live in WA whilst the allstar game is goin on in town, i got hooked up with $225 worth of baseball ticket for free!
saw the celeb/legend game, the homerun derby, and with a little luck, the all-star game.
it was all awesome. the notable plays were giambis 14 homeruns in one round, ichiros base hit to start of the game against that pimp johnson, and lasorda getting knocked on his ass by a broken back.
ahhh. back to those dodger fan days. ive even eaten at his restaurant.

neways. joy is really nice. shes hosptiable and friendly. i hung out with her last night, and she ordered us $50 worth of roomservice cuz i sed i was kinda hungry. she was going to eat with us, but then she got a call from one of A-rods people, so she had to answer the "call of duty".

its amazing how much free shit famous people get...
not only did they get gift bags for just coming, but shit, when we were up in those suites, there were attendants standing at maybe every third door. doing what? who the fuck knows. josh asked them if their job was just to stand there.
the response: "yup. pretty sweet, huh?"
along with that, there were platters of free food. hot dogs, popcorn, pop, and all that other good shit. ive never been so hooked up in my life.

some famous people too.. i told you who i ran into before. its kinda weird, cuz these people, when you look at them, its like theyre looking back at people looking at them to see if the people looking recognize who they are... its a weird feeling.
i didnt get it really with vitamin c though. cuz she doesnt have eyes on her ass.

so that email from ashleigh. she kinda sounded like she could maybe be goin through some tough emotional times, dealing with now that shes better... cuz she thought, seriously, that she never would be again. so anyway, she apologized for how she handled everything with me. it seems like that was the last contact she wanted with me anymore the way she was typing.
maybe she was just scared of how i feel toward her... whatever. im glad she could apologize. i didnt think that she was that kinda person. that wounds harsh, but shes kinda stubborn.
either way, i wholly accept. its a great gesture. shows she does care about me. she really didnt need to, but i think its kinda cool that she did.

so. my bad. hangin out with all the celebs (kinda/not really). its been a crazy trip (in the metaphorical way).
its weird to see how people on the road live. its weird that her makeup man hung out with us. he was a cool guy.. boy george. his names just george, but josh and i kinda gave him that nickname.
he tries to play off that hes straight, but he so aint. theres nothing wrong with that, cuz somelike other people, he wasnt trying to get into my pants. =P
but seriously, to be in the makeup biz, its kinda the thing to be.
as i sed, he tried to play off that he wasnt.. but it was kinda obvious when he picked up that penthouse, and all he commented on was their makeup. heh.
he kept telling us that 21 was the age of "experimentation", and asked josh and i if we ever had.

"um no. im striaght"
-josh

its too bad most of you guys didnt meet him. hes really funny but kinda opinionated and brash, as dan pointed out.
for some reason he really butts heads with those really opinionated chix. but hes a funny fuck none the less.
just never let him ask you the capitol of thailand.

alright. shit. back to the humdrum of normal life with nothing to look forward to after work.
damn it was nice having shit to do. damn it was nice seeing a different lifestyle.

boy george asked me if i ever wanted to move back to LA.
nah.
shoot boy.

yeah. but he sed seattle (downtown) is kinda like New York. never been, so i wouldnt know.
but now that he sez it, from what ive seen in movies and seinfeld, hes got a point. the tall-ass buildings and the hub-ub of the gripload of pedestrians clustered at every street corner.
yeah. i can see it.
its weird how these people travel all over. hes going to new york, then hes going over to las vegas to meet up with joy and them again.
i guess joy was in australia earlier this year and was on the "big brother" like show over there. crazy.

yeah. so can you tell its intruiging?
its kinda cool, cuz i have this knack with recognizing faces rarely well. i mean shit. ive never watched a whole arli$$, yet had HBO til i moved in with air, and i recognized the guy?
and the big black dude. shit. whoduh thunk it. sitting right infront of us at the game. i dont watch that show either (the practice).

whatever dood. i'll get over it.
just kinda star-struck, i suppose.
its good to get back in with senor blogger.



were you saying BOO or Boo-oone?
i was saying Boo-oone.

hmmm.
lets see.
met joy enriquez, walked by the main guy from arli$$, sat behind the big black dude from the practice, and rode the elevator with vitamin C.
coulda gone to an invitation-only party with dream and 2LW, but we're not queer like that..
and we got interviewed by king 5.

watched the celeb and legend allstar game from a suite,
sat behind home plate 21 rows back to watch the home run derby.

gots more to say bout that.. but im out for now.
maybe i'll get to go to the actual all-star game.
peace.

josh is hooking me up fat-like....
holy shit.
i got an email from ashleigh today...
i havent read it yet...

i never do this:

i got one of those huge fatty checks that companies get, so i asked the guy who was buying all this tv stuff (tv, stand, and wall mount) what his company does. he sed they do glassblowing. he sed i could look at some of their work at gfheadies.com
ya know, i thought just glassblowing was a cool but tedious art...
then i go look at this shit, and its pipes!!
wha? now i get it.

everyones out to impress someone, if not all..
thats just how it is.. no changing.
there are seldom truely genuinely nice people.
im not one of them. but i try hard.

why do i do this... this makes my cynical and easily irritable.
it sticks with me for a while. everyone interacts to impress someone, or to keep from feelings stupid.
all interactions are masked with these actions. people being fake. people trying to fit in. or people trying to be so outlandish and different to feel liked, or to draw attention.

but why i wanted this break, that im not sticking to cuz of fucking routine, is that here i am. just using a different medium to try to impress people.. not feeling secure enough to shout it from the mountain tops, i try to get attention by sending it second hand, or whatever. where i dont have to recipricate any reaction until ive vertually forgotten what i had put down....

are we starting random chic for the night? why can it only be one?
so much bragging.

you know what ive figured out?
with all these attempts at grabbing attention. no one out there really give a fuck, if its not quick, short, and mellowly entertaining.
ive had several instances... too fucking many..
where i'll just stop talking, and the person wont even notice? theyll just think im done talking. but yeah. wasnt really done... just stopped.

they daydream about other entertaining things, or how they'd like to get their word in to show how glorious they are....
i think people are way too interesting to mess it up with actually interacting. fuck that.

then i just get in this depressive funk. but whatever.
quit bragging. quit covering for yourself.

im done.. no more.
for now........

i might take
a blogger break

blogging clears my head, goddammit.

work was weird today...
i get a call from one of the bosses...
he asks, "what size shirt do you wear?"
medium.
oh, well i have this extra large that youre going to have to wear since we have corporate guys coming in today..
um. ok.

so i put this bitch on, and yes, it was extra large. the sleeves went to the middle of my forearm, the bottom of the shirt came out about 2 inches past my apron, being a little lower than mid-thigh level... damn the dress shirt.

i only got one break today, but my shift seemed to go by so fast.
im kinda making friends with this guy from the deli. hes about my age.. i think he just turned 21, he bought beer from me a bit ago...


oh. so cheers to the mother foo-uckers that put the house bike behind my car. i thought i had a flat tire.
so yeah... i know where you live (upstairs).

speaking of which. i hope air isnt hurting too bad today.. while i was trying to sleep it seemed like he was trying to give himself a heirnea from the sounds of all that grunting.

ya know. i dont mind the noise really. i can get to sleep.. just make sure the windows are closed... ya know? cuz trumpets are loud.

wank just reminded me.. . i had this old guy (60 - 70 yr old) come through my line today. he was buying one of those flag things that you put on your car so you can find it in a crowded parking lot... so he just casually tells me.... serious as all hell...
"i have to buy this flag so i can get po0n tonight." and he keeps talkin and just keeps sayin how hes gettin the flag for some po0n.
so funny.

there are so many hot chix in seattle...
i want one =/

so... i dunno what im gunna do.. i get tomorrow off, but i couldnt get saturday off... damn.

ok. so whats with the high school buddies? a chic named ryan (i know thats not how you spell it) and a dude named lauren, and this other dude scott, that licks dusty fans and turns his tongue all black.

last night was damn fun.
i hate that i have to go to sleep early.
later yall.

the 4th was pimpin.
the last time i went to a city-run fireworks show was back in LA.
theyre shit was lame compared to what they can do now.
but that was like 10 yrs ago or something.
anyway.
out.

over in kirkland, quantity didnt necessarily mean quality.... but i guess it does over here =D
so yo many hot chix.

everyone came to the store today.. it was pure insanity. no strategery on anyones part... =P
i had the black couple that yelled at that one kid... they were calm, and even cracked a few jokes, and i had that lady who got bitched at and woulda gotten "socked" by that 90 yr old lady with a bad back.

so i was busy the whole day. kept getting my line down, then it'd fill up again..
if any of you are holiday shoppers, yer ded.
they had to bust out this other brand of ice cuz they ran out of the shit they normally use (different graphics on the plastic).

so they called me when i was cashiering. they tried to bitch me out about my shirt being old. we're supposed to be wearing the black ones by july 1st... but the warehouse is fucked up, so even though i ordered mine like 3 weeks to a month ago, i still havent gotten them.. so i stuck it to them. HA!

so yeah... hot chix came and left.. many of them....

and like a half hr before i got to go home, i got a call from one of my bosses.. she told me i was the fastest cashier there (duh).
at 660 for the whole day.... i guess some other cashier was kinda upset about it... ah well.. deal.

so i guess saturdays out for me... they tried asking everyone that didnt already work that day... no luck whatsoever...
so i dont even know if i can get time off when josh is here, cuz i didnt ask soon enough... fuck me...
whatever.

so. dan and air are over in lake sammamish with lesley, im assuming, and neither of them are answering their cell phones...
its good to know i can always even unintentionally be left out... woot.. or.. something..........

Eeeaerly.........
but conans soo yo damn funny.

hey trip... i think buff bagwells actually kinda big in wcw now... hell if i care though... in the video game hes small and gay though... i think his finishing move is the salad tosser... oh, and fyi, homeboy there used to make big bucks in soft porn ;) how do i know these things? i dont even know....

so tonight.... i sucked it up at kickball... my bad. i think it might have had something to do with getting picked first.... when has that ever happened before? that and it was just a shat day, i suppose....

i didnt do anything tonight... shared a couple cookies with air... thats about it... seems works always getting the better of me... i have to get up at 6:30 tomorrow morning.. ick.

good to see manuel... i thought the fucker had passed on... then he has to go and rape me on and off the field....

yeah.. wank, i payed air this morning... i guess i shouldnt worry about anyone else... i just didnt want to pay more for rent if i dont have to....

where the hell did everyone go? im upstairs, i was in the middle of the heezay... guess it got boring in here.
where all da white women at?

as ive said before, i kinda stay up at night just pondering things.. running shit through my head...
the latest thing has been what i might email to ashliegh at the end of summer when she heads back to school..
i guess i will do it.. im still not totally sure on what i'll say... but i'll probably just wait til she gets to ohio before writing, so that way i wont pressure her into seeing me.... i dont know what to say about that.. i just wish that.... things were good...
i should probably just forget about it.. theres nothing thats going to change what happened.

yeah.... so .... im tired. its too damn early to be tired.. i went to bed at like 1 last night.. thats kinda early for me... specially since i didnt have work til noon.. ah well..

umm.. sleepy time i suppose...
hope to see yall manana for some general buffoonery and fireworks, possibly....
that and im still trying to get saturday off.. but then josh is coming next week..
fuckk... too much hassling work... i wonder if they'll get pissed..
so im kinda doing favors for them so they wont be so much so...
i sed i'd come in an hour early tomorrow..
they best remember that shit..
alrighty.. im out.
peace.

i still feel too tired to go to work.
i'll be alert by the time kickball rolls around though....
we owe rent today... seems like no ones paying...
hmmm....

i want to go to wild waves on sat, but how am i going to change a night shift on sat for a day shift on friday?
no ones going to go for that..... dammit.
fucking retail.

i think blogging is good.
it puts down all those thoughts racing around in my head when im trying to go to sleep, so i actually can....
im always the last man asleep. sucked whenever i had jacobson as a tent partner... like that summer camp where fruitcake raped my dads ex-boyfriend's son.

manuel.. my bad.
i harp on you too much..
i just had the same thing goin on.
my girlfriend never wanted to go out or get to know my other friends, so i'd hang with her...
apparently too much though =P
so i duno.. different situations, but never getting out to see friends? yeah. i dunno, choices are choices.
i tried to get ashleigh to get out and do things... she had physical or emotional reasons most of the time though.
that was definately hard. investing all that time to be slapped in the face... i dunno. maybe theres my reason for doing it.....
i talked to po for the first time really ever.
hes got a blog thats more like a personal journal, cuz no one else can read it... i think i'd like to have another, cuz there can be issues that come up that i really dont want people to know about.. some things too personal. i got myself to talk about the pain with ashleigh, but i feel more constricted as time goes on.. i dunno why cuz theres like 5 people that read this.. but anyway...
manuel, my bad.... dont go to kickball just on my account... i hate guilt-tripping people into anything... hopefully its not me anyway...
christine can hang with us... whats the issue? we can talk our freddy lingo, and anyone else can join in with how dumb most people can actually be... etc, etc....

whatever...

i missed fucking raw... it shows how tight i actually am with our group.. not knowing whats goin on.... i feel this has happened before... oh yeah, wait.. offspring >=P .... bastages.

mel... sorry i didnt call. i didnt really have a good excuse until calen showed up...

i think im going through blimpies withdrawl.. i tried that sub place next to jack in the crack by po and manuels place... it was pretty good, but they were expensive. they didnt even sell foot long... and we all know i like them foot long italians ;) oh guys!
but i think theres one on or near the ave somewhere... little help?

im the only fucker who works on the 4th... fuck retail.

mmmm.. .. 14 hrs of sleep = good
i went to bed at 9:30 last night.
had some funky ass dreams that i seem to have already forgotten.

day off. woot! no ones home =/

i seem to have pavlovianized my fish... i feed them their food with a toothpick, i stick it in their water first to prime it for all their food to stick to it, then i stick it in the bag o food, and viola! well, with the initial poke of the pick, they go buck.. they know whats comin. heh.

neways.... i was thinkin that i havent seen manuel since before matts last/final post.....damn. i mean before that wasnt uncommon, but i kinda live like 20 some blocks from yall now...

and to all you inactive bloggers who say "i dont know what to blog about. i cant just blog about my day, no one would be interested."
bitch! what the hell am i doing now, and what the hell are you doing now?

people want to go to wild waves for the 4th... alas, yet agayn, i will be working. ho bags.
everyone at work yesterday coming through my line when theyd whip out their check books was like. "what the date? damn, its already july?! the summer end is comming too soon!"
damn skippy.

ahh. so what to do today before people get home?
i guess i'll go cash some pay checks to start.
then i guess back to the ol' ass sitting.
i wish i felt tight enough with people to where i could feel like i could call them and see what theyre up to....
the only person i feel that way now with that i dont live with is couture.... all the way the fuck in redmond...
whos probably working now or soon.
and yeah.. maybe amidy too...
i would call keith, but hed have a suzie attached to some part of his body at any given time.
i thought it was kinda funny when we almost played volleyball with that youth group and i told suzie i didnt want to play and she got chummy.... keith gave the evil eye, but im sure it was in jest.
mkay... til later fags.
josh is coming soon!!!!

three straight days of work with little sleep... bah. im glad its over....

today we actually had a promotional.. i didnt know we did these...
but two chics from the WNBA seattle storm team came to our store to sign autographs...
i know shit about the WNBA, but there was a black chic and this gynormous white chic signin shit...
they also had their mascot, who was kinda funny. he reminded me of screwball, the springfield isotopes mascot, but instead of yellow he was magenta, and had that little twirly weather dealymabob on his head.. his name was doppler...
so yeh. there was a line when they started signing.. maybe 30 people or so, but within 5 mins... it was dead.... sad.

so, there werent as many lazy eye-d people today, but still a couple... the thing i noticed today were the quantity of nose studs on chix... there were lots...

i read wanks huge mcblog last night amidst all the buffoonery.. damn boy.
but im reading it, and during a lot of it, im like... shit. if i posted a blog on this shit all i'd have to do is cut and paste a lot of this.
religions always haunted me my whole life. by haunting, i mean in my life... but yeah. i wouldnt go as far to say im atheist, just cuz i dont like grouping myself with those people. cuz a lot of them are the type that damn christians just as much as christians do atheists. so i dont give a damn. anyone.. do what you will, just dont bug me, ive learned about it most my life, i have a great knowledge of it.. i think its an interesting history, but thats as far as i'll go... i think church and youth group also drove me away from religion, i can in no way see why wank would want to go back, but whatever....

yeah.. so thats religion... and on those multiple trains of thoughts... i do that too. the one where youre thinking about shit, yet yer also singing a song in yer head, and yer like, what?! how the hell am i doing that?!!? i dont know if theyve ever had conflicts amongst themselves though.....

i think manuels ded. i'll retract that statement when/if i see him......

....as air wont blog on his own blog, but will on mine >=P

Hey hey hey! Here I am on trav's computer, TravBLOGging!. What to say what to say? Food is GOOD. English muffins are GOOD! PIZZA YEAAAH!! Mmm... I need another star crunch. What? I don't know. Now everyone's upstairs. I am FUCKED ROYALY. And properly I might add. Anyway I don't know what to BLOG about anymore, so I'm going to go now.