Last Day of the Month, My lost weekend.

(The giant rib)

Lets start this off with fuck me. Yeah I had quite the weekend, holy crap. Friday i get paid and looking at it and realizing i had to pay rent this week I realized, I'm broke. What the Fuck. So I figure I'll work, So that's what I do. I meet up with Omar, Mikey and Elise over at Lucky 7's had a drink and then I walked on my way leaving Mikey and Omar with Elise. As the night progressed I ran into my friends and neighbors. Workin on a Friday ain't all that bad, Granted it still stinks that you can not really do what ever you want but such is life. after the night went on I ended up hanging with RyBorg and his new "lady Friend" we went to his place but I was kinda tired and a bit drunk.
Saturday was Laundry day over at the rents house. R & M went to AC so it was gonna be a nice peaceful day with no distractions. Then I found My newest obsessions...People I talk about http://www.hulu.com/ WOW it's filled with T.V.'s shows and Movies. I watched 6 episodes of "The Tick" and not the Cartoon the short lived and brilliant live action version. After I came down from my T.V. High I had to pick up Courtney cause it was soon time for Rollie's Surprise Birthday! Ahhh good times we all loaded into Skinners Loft, the look on Rollie's face was priceless. After some drinks and food we walked up to Pop's to continue the festivities. All was good till "panda Vest" showed up. From what I gather "Panda Vest" is the brother to one of the guys who has stake in Pop Merrigans. The only thing is he is 20 and does not have a bar card so Ryborg got a bit more then pissed. Ryborg is very protective of pop's I guess we all are. So Panda vest and his boys take it outside and Ryan is yelling on the phone about how this kid could get the place in a lot of trouble. It's very tense so I walk into the bar and grab a few of the Super Regulars and we go out to get Ryborgs back if any "shit" would go down. It seems cooler heads have prevailed things broke up and it was the go home time.
Sunday and I have one hell of a hangover from the frivolity of the night before. Sweet pea is texting me. Something about Lamp Post and her working. Ehh I ain't got nothing better to do. And honestly a day at the bar with a Hot chick is not the worst day. Go over there she asks if I want a bloody Mary. NO, Not for me but I do come up with a good hang over cure and rapid accelerator to drunkenness. A Bloody RS3. You take a pint of PBR, add a shot of whiskey, and some Tabasco, and you have a Bloody RS3. Drank a few of those looked at some Tattoo mags, ate a delicious Samwich and decided it was time for a tattoo. Walk over to the Jersey City Tattoo Co. and Jessy and Billy was working but really just watching Deuce Bigelo: European Gigolo. I went and got us a tall boy we drank, and laughed and then I went home. Then I get a text from Cherry Coke. You See we have been having a Blog war and it was getting ugly. We Talked it was good. we made a truce and then I was ready to hang out with LuLu and watch dinner for five. I was all about it. LuLu being LuLu Flaked. Now what?
Oh I know I'll go to the Lamp Post for some more beer (I need this like a hole in my liver. But that's what I do. Brooks id pouring Drinks, Chuck was Manning the 1's and 2's and I sat there with Di working on her Stand-up Routine. it was getting late and we all had the hunger. Di and I went to the chicken spot for a bucklet of chicken and a rib.
Yes a Bucklet surprise to anyone but the good folks at the Chicken spot...not the greatest spellers (like I can talk) Brooks brought up the Rib is huge so we had to see if for our selves.
Good People this fuckin' Rib was huge. I said to Di, "I can use this as a weapon. we went back to the bar ate out Bucklet O' Chicken and it was then closing time. Sweet Pea and her pal Freddy showed up looking for an after party. Me I was going home. and that's what I did. Went home and slept.
Today I worked a bit, tonight I'll work. and that's it for me, Do not forget to Dispose of all needle properly.
BTW the Rib Pic will soon follow good readers.

Truce

so I have been commenting on Cherries blog, i gave her a challenge to blog more as an anonymous person, she knew it was me being that her blog is pretty private. she texted me to tell me she commented on my blog. I called her. we talked, for a long while realizing that I'm the same asshole as she is but she is more honest than I, when it comes to blogging. She called me out. The truth is when you have a Very public blog, it can hurt people. I have learned this. so tonight after a good long talk we made a Truce. And so it is. The backend of forever, Cherry.
good night this is what she had to say she is more eloquent than I.



sometimes
its just not worth it.
the pain
the tears
he fighting.sometimes....
you just need to call
a truce.

Evan Sweeney II

when I was a kid growing up in the heights, i did not have a lot of neighborhood friends. Believe it or not I was shy. I got over it and one day met the Twins. Two beautiful girls who would sort of shape the way I act around other girls. Not Identical twins, but the other. Blue Eyes, Dark hair. They where both a bit evil but in different ways. one would Kill you with kindness, the other was a bitch, and at like 10 she knew it. They where my age, Christ they might be married by now. Anyway, they had a younger Brother. Evan. He was your typical kid, always getting into trouble. Always making my "job" hard. My "Job" being keeping him out of trouble. But he was a good kid. The Sweeney kids where always on the Honor roll, where as I was never. We looked out for one another.
The Twins, Evan and I always hung out. We made our own fun, Yes we produced our own Halloween Play for the people in the neighborhood. We had a club house made up of Pallets. We even recorded radio plays. I had the biggest crush on the "nice" one. Yet in retrospect, I think the mean one liked me. Evan had mischief on his mind always. They came from a broken home, They lived with their mentally unstable mom. their house was always a mess, so shit you could do what ever you wanted. I broke a glass in their basement once and it never got picked up. For me this was great I came from such a clean house, My mom always keeping things in order, my first taste of anarchy.
We had so many good times, we grew into our teens, they moved to their Dad's house in Jackson. I missed them but I had other friends, so it was cool. Evans relationship with his father was never good. His dad walked out on his mom when Evan was but an infant. So the Move to his dads house really affected him. he would eventually move back with his mom on his own request.
when he came back we where both in High School, so we did not really hang much. At this point His mother was worst then ever. Losing her kids for those years made her worst. Evan would climb the wall of my house and knock on my window. we would listen to Suicidal Tendencies and smoke Marlboro menthol's.
As time passed I would see Evan in the neighborhood, but he had new friends as well did I. Evan got into Hard drugs. and so did his mother, I guess when your son is on junk and you have no other way of reaching out to him might as well join him in his down fall. One Day Evan came home from what ever job he was working to find his mother in bed with one of his friends.
Evan made a call to me, But I think I was busy being an asshole.
sometime after that, Evan killed Himself. I am sorry Evan. To this Day I always think about him. Life was was way unfair to that kid. But I guess he will never really be gone, cause I still think of him. On the day of his wake as My parents and I got ready, I felt the need to write something that he would like. I hand wrote the lyrics to a Suicidal Tendencies song and at the very end wrote, you where never alone.
Alone-
I scream at the sky, it's easier than crying I'm shyest when I'm shouting out loud, I feel so alone in a room full of people. I'm loneliest when I'm in a crowd, I'm alone, and nobody hears me Can't nobody heal me, won't nobody help me I'm alone, I just need Someone to take my hand and pick me up when I'm feeling down Someone to take my heart and give it a home Someone to help me through the times when I'm down and lonely Someone to be with me when I'm alone I'm alone, all alone Alone is the way I live, it's not the way I want it but you know You can't give in, alone is the way I feel, it's so hard to understand Why I've got to be alone [ Chorus: ] If you took a look at my heart you'd see it I'm trying to be something better If you look at my heart you'd feel it I've got to keep moving on If you look in my heart you'd know it I'm just trying to make my world better If you look in my heart you'd see it I got to do it alone I've been down, I've been down I've been down, down, down so low I've been lost, so lost with no place left to go I've had emotions, emotions that you better hope you never know Sometimes it feels like I just can't take no more [ Chorus ] Seems like things just keep getting further out of hand Why can't for once things go as I plan How dare you, how dare you tell me that you understand Let me tell you straight out, there ain't nobody here that can I'm all alone, I'm so alone, to be alone, just leave me alone If you look in my heart, you'll see it If you look in my heart, you'd feel it If you look in my heart you'd know it I'm not trying to make no one bitter I'm just alone, leave me alone, alone, alone, now leave me I've lived in places that you wouldn't never ever want to be Places where for a minute you couldn't ever stand to be I've seen things, I've seen things you'd never want to see So what gives, what gives you the right to be the judge of me I'm all alone, I'm so alone, to be alone, just leave me alone A room full of people, can't nobody hear me, can't nobody help me, I'm alone I just need someone to take my hand and pick me up when I'm feeling down, when I"m down Someone to take my heart and give it a home, when I'm down Someone to be with me and help me through the times I'm down and lonely, when I'm down Someone to be with me when I'm alone I'm alone, all alone Alone is the way I live, it's not the way I want it, but I Know I can't give in Alone is the way I feel, there ain't nothing quite as sad as a person that's alone
Evan Sweeney, I am proud to say I was his friend. Love you Kid.

Evan Sweeny

I had a friend named Evan. Tonight, I thought of him. He was a really great kid. He died way too soon. I am in not the right way, to properly write about him. I will. Evan, I hope you are rockin out. I owe you.

Boo Hoo me

before I even write this blog, I wish some one would punch me in the face. yeah I am a good friend. yeah I'm a nice guy, but I'm not. I want to start the fight. I want to end it. You see at the end of the night, everyone goes home with the hero. No you throw yourself out there, and end up with no a thing. ehhh, remember to always look at the expiration date.

S.A.P

Sometimes you are on top of the world. Sometimes the filler (read my past blog, it's not life it's filler) hands you a hot lump of shit. That is when you feel S.A.P. now granted I have used this "phrase" since I was in high school. It related to people who just did not get "it" they where S.A.P.
Tonight was the first time I ever put into acronym form. Funny it equates S.A.P. and we all know what a SAP is. look if you don't know, I'm sure you can find a Goofis and Galent comic on another blog. Yea, the worst part is, I think Karma may be kicking me lightly in the nuts. I am S.A.P
S.A.P is not a sap. who is gonna figure out what S.A.P stands for?
Challenge.
Remember do not point a nail gun at another person.

Life, Death, Beer and Cigarettes

So last night was another night off. So what did I do? well I went to the bar of course. Mikey call me and was over at Lamppost which worked out fine cause, well that is where I was gonna go. Sweet pea was bartending, and I texted people all about it so I kinda had to be there, right. So I walk over and take my seat next to Mikey order a beer and settle in for a night. At the early part of the night it was kinda slow, but it picked up.Cindy stopped in, Sarah, and the usual group of guys you will find at the Lamp Post. So after a much needed smoke break we walk back into the bar when Mikey asks Sweet pea, on a Scale of 1 to 10 how would she rate life as a whole. She responded well since life is a gift it's a 10 cause she is still alive. A good question. Mike asks me and I say 9.5 cause sometime life just stinks.

That is where it hit me The Best thing that can ever happen to you being born has already happened, and the worst thing that can happen is to die. Everything else is just filler. Kind of a fucked up thought that "this" is filler. I am glad to say that my filler is not all that bad, it's filled with good friends, good food, beer. yeah fill is good. Well that's it for today don't forget there is no reason to cry over spilled milk.

I do not like this dream.

Easter Sunday Night, I stayed in. watched transformers: the Movie (the animated movie) then played some wacky fucked up game online it was crazy...and then I went to bed. I had the most fucked up dream I have had in a long time. here is how I remember it.
I in some sort of school or complex and there is a killer loose and I think I was trying to stop him. As I walk from room to room it is just dead people all over the place. some with no skin. just bad. I walk into one room and there is a girl that kinda looks like Cindy's friend Grace, but she is kinda crawling she has stump arms and Legs. The I walk into a large Gym type of place and there is Pat, Tom, Mike and Sean all tied up, and on the stage is the band Anthrax positioned like the last supper...all dead with no skin.
at this point I wake up and was like Holy shit I don't want to back to that dream.
as soon as I fall asleep I'm in a closet with a lunchbox, I open the door and there is members of Kiss with half their faces ripped off and the try to vomit some yellow goo on me, and I wake up again. Finally I roll Over open a porn page, watch a dirty girl do good things. I figured this is a good way to force out bad dreams. Funny thing is it did. Porn is our friend. well that's it for that.
don't forget, to look both ways when you cross the street.

Sleep is for the dead.

Holy fuck, what the hell have I been up to? lets see well start with Saturday. After I posted a message on myspace to see what kind of Non-alcholic fun was out there I realized, there is none. That sucks. I called Miss Amanda (aka Amanda 1) and she was going into the city, MMmm it was different, and it's been a while since I had a good time in the city. So I put on my boots took out a nice shirt and we headed in. We met up with Razz's friends at the White Horse Tavern, it was ehhh. It was after my second $5. bud when J-Pac walked it telling tales of a bar around the Block called the Tree house tavern, and they had PBR for a mare $3. you know that's what I'm talking about. we get there and it looked like my kinda joint. people playing Wii, Good music emanating from the juke box, nice bartenders, Christ I got a bay back...in the City. Good times, at some point in the night, I hit the elusive Super beast point.
For those of you who are not in the know, I have a few Phases of drunkenness. there is buzzed, fun RS3, Drunk, singing, dancing, hop on the bar RS3, Bitter angry Rs3 and Superbeast. Super beast is when no matter what sort of booze I throw down my gullet it really does not hit me. So we get back to JC around 4-4:30am but I'm still ready to hit this town. The whole night I have been in contact with Ryborg and Sweet pea, so I found out from Sweet pea that there was an after hours, over at Chucks. (you know Chuck co-owner of jersey city Tattoo Co. www.myspace.com/jerseycitytattooco ) So I head over there with J-pac who is a little worst for wear. I get to the joint and it looks like everyone is still going strong, it was a nice crowd. The Pac and I stayed till I made him call a cab I chilled for a bit longer then headed home around 5:30-6 in the morning. Mind you, this is Easter Sunday. Bad Boy.
wake up Sunday head to my cousins place eat like a king, go Home and chill, all night just relax.
then came Monday! Monday I have off cause they are in the middle of switching our companies, anyway not work. Sweet pea texts me too early, had it been anyone else I would have punched them in their text finger, But she so Damn cute I let it go. she asked if I was up to anything and well I was not, So we met up she had to run an errand so I gave her a lift, we then got back to the DT/JC and she was like lets Visit Dancin T. get some "butter" and make some cookies from scratch. The girl can whip up a batch of cookies kids, she is good. Granted I helped. yea I help with the baking I'm secure in my manhood to bake. after that we walked back from her place she had to work I had to hit the rents. Hung out with Court, then hit the Lamppost, had some beers, walked sweet pea home hung out watching Bad t.v. and then I walked home, around 4:30. So the plan for tonight is to stay slightly sober, and get home at a decent hour. That's the Plan. we shall see how well it works out. well that's it kids and don't forget to make sure you found all the Easter eggs you hid or else come a hot July Day. NO GOOD.

St. Pat's Shenanagins

So you read all about my Car. I was Mighty pissed. I went home and said "fuck St. Patrick's Day it suck" I planned on staying in and watching some movies and being all by my lonesome. That plan was thwarted by good ol' Ryborg. He calls and was like get over to Pop's the Bag pipes and drummers are here have a drink. So I did. well yes the Pipes and drums where in the house, then we had a one block parade. We started at 4th, Conner stopped the traffic the pipers piped the drummers drummed and the drunkards walked in the middle of Newark ave. for about 600 feet it was a sight. then we go inside the bar that one beer turned into Many. then there were the Shots, Jamison and Powers. Then the car bomb. then I called all the ladies I enjoy hanging with Elise, Amanda, Emily, Sara, and the all heeded my call. it was a good time. Yes in true Ralph Fashion I even got up on the bar and started a Chant..."when I say Pop's you say merrigans" yes It was a Night for the books. Till I got into it with Shamus. the whole argument was over the fact that he said I belong over at "that coke bar Lucky 7's" well that set me off. I was like fuck you this is my house fuck you! well it is at this point that Elise drags me out of the bar and was like come on lets go.
so we went to Lamp Post where I proceeded to order a beer and fall asleep in my chair. I hear Jacky has some pic's. after that I went home...rather back to pop's where I feel asleep next to Cisco, then when he left I fell over and slept on the bench. come closing time lucky for me, Zack found me sleeping in the back. He then sent me home. So yeah that was more or less my St. Patrick day.

todays excuse

left my Laptops Power cord at work. I only have 10 minuits of power left but trust me when I do, do a full Blog it will be everything you everwanted in a blog. Or I can be blowing smoke up your ass.

this is a diversion

I will blog all about these past few days...but not now. it's shower time.
remember to not hop in the shower, you could fall and hurt yourself.

These Boots are made for fucking up your day!

Last night after going to the Barrow Bowling happy fun time, and after hanging with the talented and lovely miss Amanda Thackray, went I got home there was none parking. so I figured I'll park in front of Pops wake up early like 8 move my car and wake up again when it was time for work. The Ryborg called making fun of my Licence plate and telling me he was at pops messing with fat sluts. I told him wait right there I'll be right over. Granted I got there too late and the as he called them fat sluts went home as I walked in. after a while Ryborg and I rolled over to his place to chill out and B.S. around 4am there was still no parking so I realized I would have to wake early.
I got up at 8am went to move my car. TICKET. FUCK.
moved the car, went inside to sleep till noon.
Noon comes I get dressed for work, wanted to deposit some cash, then off to work.
12:25 walk outside to have a smoke and go to the bank.
whats that on my Car? TICKET oh and on top of that ticket a MOTHERFUCKING BOOT. so I call the number on the sheet they tell me I have to go to summit ave to pay off some tickets, then I would have to go to the parking authority to pay to get the boot taken off.
Luckily, James from work said he would give me a ride to summit, which would save me some time and some walking. go there had to pay about three hundred in tickets, then had to walk all the way to the middle of central ave to pay to get the boot removed. Then after all that fun I still had to walk all the way back to my house. I had to dip in to my rent money and I am now so broke it's not funny. FUCK!

"That was like seeing a unicorn."

Hello Good people, I was gonna blog about my weekend adventures yesterday, but I was Fuckin' Hungover as all hell. It was bad, have the full body inside vibrations and everything going on. So Friday I hung out with the Beck. we had a nice night drank wine, watched t.v. laughed at you-tube videos. woke up Saturday, Beck made me a delicious breakfast I watched some spider-man cartoon, and then hit the road. I took a bit of a nap and figured it was an early start so why not hit my parents house so that I can do Laundry, and move on with my day. while at the rents, Miss Emily Faith posted a bulletin on the Myspace to see if anyone at all would be interested in going to see 'funny Games.' Having seen the trailer for it I had said I would like to see it I contacted Miss Faith and we were set to head into the city to see this flick. I met her at Newport mall (a place I hate more than almost anything else) she was getting new glasses for her to see with. but being that she got glasses at the mall and everyone that works their is a fuck-tard it took longer then they first told her. anyway we had to end up going to a later show then we were going to see and at a different location, the Angelica film center.

Anyway after some time we got onto the path and made our way to the city. it was really in the City that I realized how funny and cool Miss Faith is. we walked and spit bitterness at every Man woman and Korean child who ran past us. We talked about the DT/JC and the people who inhabit it. Being the "nice people" we are we did not give up names but I think we knew who each other was talking about. while we got closed to the angelica the more annoying the people got and with that the more venomous our barbs got. we discussed how good comedy comes from ones self hate. The only thing that kind of gave us pause was Chris Robinson from the Black Crows past us. It shut us up for a sec. The Movie was real good a fucked up little film if you can, give it a look. On the Path ride home we had some good laughs making fun of the lil g's, Mini thugs, and No good nicks. But it was on the train that we both had a did we just see what we just saw moment. There are tons of Homosexuals in this area, Black, Hispanic, Jewish, White, all kinds. But I think we saw a gay Indian couple (granted they man have been Pakistani, or something else they were some sort of Pan Asian person) it was upon seeing this when Emily looked at me and said "that was like seeing a unicorn, no one is gonna believe it" That was more or less that. she went home to shower I went to Danny's house, drank way too much Black tequila and Johnny Walker green, which is why I had to wait for today to blog. well that's it for now don't forget to polish your shoes before a job interview.

Christ I'm a geek.

Today after complaining about money for like ever I broke down and had to get Tickets to the New York Comic con. I had such a blast the past 2 years I have to go again. It's geek heaven, I mean last year part of the security force was made up of Storm Troopers and Boba Fetts. Trust me when I tell you seeing Stan "the man" Lee being escorted to his signing table by 10 storm troopers one boba fett and 2 emperor guards you realize, wow dorky-ness ,I'm soaking in it.

But this year I just have to go. One of my personal heroes is going to be there, Mr. Alex Ross will be in attendance, how can I not go? Alex Ross is a god to me as far as Comic artists, I mean the man has done painted every super hero ever, not to mention Paintings for the Village Voice,, and even a one sheet for the Oscars a few years ago. I hold him in high regard cause his work is so amazing and awe inspiring. Well I guess that's it for now, I got to get ready going to hit the City with Emily Faith to see Funny Games, then over to Danny's for booze-fest. Remember kids every time you masturbate God kills a kitten.

oh and on a personal note.

I feel like I have not been honest with you my friends I have been keeping some info from you. It seem that this Month is "Get in touch with your ex boyfriend Month." It all started innocently enough when I got a text from "KB" last Saturday. KB and I used to date way back around 2001-2002, something like that. We had a bit of a falling out a few months ago cause I can be an insensitive fuck bag. Anyway she calls and we chat she stops by the new place so I can show her the digs. we talked, laughed, and well I leave it at that. KB was always one of the Sweetest girls I ever had the fortune to date.
Now for the other ex. So I' driving around after work this week when my phone rings, I don't know who's number it was but it could be work or something so I answered the ring. Who is on the other Line but a total Blast from my past, "The One." "The One" as we shall call her, was one of my greatest loves ever. she was awesome ands beautiful and smart. But I was a young man when I dated "the One" and I dumped her cause I am retarded. So while I was out having fun being a jerk she went on to become Dr. "The One". That's right kids, If I played my cards right I should have asked her to marry me and maybe could have been with a Dr. But Alas I did not I blew it. anyway that neither here nor there. The good news is "the One is back in town teaching at a local college. The bad news is, well, she is Married. CRUSHING FEELINGS. So we talk and had dinner on Wednesday and it was very nice, she is still an amazing girl and I wish her Love, Luck, Health, and a good marriage.
So yeah 2 blasts from the past maybe friends again. well that's it for me, do not eat Gum you find on poles.

who says I have too much time on my hands?

well I do, that's fuckin who. So not only do I love to post here for you good people, but now I am also contributing to another blog. http://garden-state-of-mind.blogspot.com/ It's run by my friend and Cousin Matty G. Matt used to have another blog where he was getting 1000 hit's a week or something like that. I was honored when he asked me to write for his blog over there. It's pretty much a place for you to get some info and editorial opinions with a jersey flair. Matty does most of the posts, with his brother and my Pally from way back Pat G. and Good old Danny Stavina. It's an awesome place and I look forward to add my 2 cents. I figure I will post trailers and geeky content like that. So go over and give it a look. But don't feel like I'm leaving, this is the place to get the juicy stuff all about me, fuckin voyeurs.
well that's it for now, remember this never use WD-40 as personal lubricant.

King for a day, fool for a life time.

The rubber band will never die.
With great power comes great responsibility.
do good things good things happen to you.
damn it feels good to be a gangster.
make right your father's sins.

and now king for a day:
It is not a good, if you are not looking good
This is the best party that I've ever been to
Today I asked for a god to pour some wine in my eyes
Today I asked for someone to shake somesalt on my life
Look!Everything's spinning
(We're on the ground)
Never cheer before you know who's winning( Don't make a sound)
Sniff the glass and let it roll around on your tongue
Let me introduce you to someone before theparty is done
Someone to look to in need or in want or in war
If you give him everything,
he may give youeven more
This is the best party I've ever been to
Don't let me die with that silly look in my eyes

don't let me die with that silly look in my eyes.

and the beat goes on...

So last night I D.jed again over at lamp post and I must say, I was a bit disappointed in myself. But I guess I was not all to blame, here is what happened. I was originally supposed to D.J. on the 19th of march, but Miss Vicky and Miss Tarese could not pull the shift they where supposed to so they asked if I would switch dates with them. Now had it been say a guy I would have said tough titty for you kid, but since they are very lovely ladies I said sure, no problem.
So I promote like a son ova bitch, Text's, myspace bulletins, even put the word out in my myspace name kid...all out and shit.
So I get there for 9:30 say Hi to Steff, and get ready. One small problem, the D.J. equipment was not all there. sure the speakers, the Mixing board but not the d.j mixed, channel thingy (haha and they let me d.j.) So now I have no way to play my c.d.'s, and I only have the songs that are on my computer to work with. Granted it's great shit but a lot of the same bands. Not enough variety, and like they say it's the spice of life. so I pull through with the help of Dancing Tony, Ryborg, even Rachel helped me cause I had to install I-tunes so I could have to sets of songs to mix from. I never used i-tunes till last night..sooo, she had to help me out.
Well when it was all said and done I had a decent crowed but not like the first time there. granted Steff had a good time but that's cause she is awesome and SweetPea was looking fine and feeling fine too (we shared a "brownie") but I was a bit down, ehhh it happens. Next time I will hit it out of the park. I swear. afterwards Cindy, Grace and Big Dave came by the place we smoked, laughed a lot, watched shit on you tube. a great end to a blah night. so that was that. well let me go. time to shower. be good and remember to always bring a towel.

Welcome to March Motherfuckers!

So This is march. The St. Patrick month. The month where all the kids in abercrombie and Fitch get their Irish up. whoop di fuckin' doo. Oh I don't have anything against the Irish people, they are a great people who are very nice hard workers and what not, but what makes my ass itch is the fact that bullshit everyone is Irish. No your not. plus what also make me pissed is it's like every weekend in march it's fuckin amature hour at the Tavern. All month I have to watch where I walk so not to step in the sick some fuckin frat tard or some silly bitch let go right outside the bar. Anyway, now that I got that off my chest. HI.
I am really happy because I recently got myself a big boy bed. Yeah gone are the days of ye olde prison cot I was sleeping on for the past 2 months. It's very comfortable, nice full size I am a happy camper. I was embarrassing having people come over and look in my room and was this thin lil bed. Christ I might as well had a fuckin race car bed. So I got that going for me. March also brings the fact that I will yet again D.J. over at the Lamp Post. this Wednesday the 5th I will be playing the jams making all the kids nod their heads and shake their rumps. Come on out if your around good time!
well I feel good that I am still keeping up with this thing really makes me happy to be writing some thing anything again. well I guess I should get going. I hope you are all well. Talk to you kids later. oh, and remember to wear a condom.