drunk as hell past 3 in the morning at my moms house (she is out of town, just minding the cats and drinking her scotch), was clued into the fact that 120 minutes exists on vh1 classic? i grew up on the golden days of mtv's version, and it was sooo good. i still to this day need to hear chapterhouse from time to time, or need to see a much younger, less molester morrissey gyrate on stage sporting a smiths shirt (somehow, such shameless promotion is forgiven. i think it's because morrissy is really a ghost.)
in the 15 minutes the aforementioned program has been on, the line-up has been mostly encouraging. i do miss the banal banter of dave kendall in comparison to the repeated ads for acne meds and penis enhancers.
i really think i will not be completely fulfilled on nostalgic levels, but it'll do for now.
luckily mom has a really nice stash of good, good herb here.
sleep soon.
p.s. sorry for the worst post ever. single malt scotch and high grade pot. and! this is (of course) not the 120 minutes of my youth. jesus, i'm fucking old.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Thursday, July 17, 2008
i've been a terrible blogger.
here are the quick updates.
1. my store is getting shut down
2. i am looking (not actively) for a new job
3. lisa and i just got a (used) king sized bed. it's a bit daunting.
4. i don't have a farmers tan for the first time in many years.
5. i have decided against getting the new iphone (as much as i hate to admit it, jole and rowdy are right).
6. lisa thomas is the biggest retard i know (but i still love the shit out of her).
7. i have gained alot of weight, alot in my book. have not been riding enough and there is a race on sunday i am dreading. ugh.
8. i really, really want a new vespa
9. i still hate my job, drink too much, can't save a fucking dime, but am relatively happy.
10. i should go to bed now and not have another vodka tonic, but i'm fucking stupid.
more to come soon..... iswear.
1. my store is getting shut down
2. i am looking (not actively) for a new job
3. lisa and i just got a (used) king sized bed. it's a bit daunting.
4. i don't have a farmers tan for the first time in many years.
5. i have decided against getting the new iphone (as much as i hate to admit it, jole and rowdy are right).
6. lisa thomas is the biggest retard i know (but i still love the shit out of her).
7. i have gained alot of weight, alot in my book. have not been riding enough and there is a race on sunday i am dreading. ugh.
8. i really, really want a new vespa
9. i still hate my job, drink too much, can't save a fucking dime, but am relatively happy.
10. i should go to bed now and not have another vodka tonic, but i'm fucking stupid.
more to come soon..... iswear.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
get on the bus!
the following are old entries in the old city bus journals. enjoy.
10/25/04
2:31p
i just missed the bus. i'm on my way to the dentist. i was going to ride my bike today, but it was pouring when i woke up, so i called jole to take me to starbucks. i got some coffee and left promptly, sometimes i hate that place. i needed a composition book and a pen, so i went to dollar tree (i'm in love with dollar stores). got what i needed ($2.17), and walked toward the camp bowie bus stop across from el fenix only to see the #2 sail by. somebody just honked at me. it's totally dreary, yet humid out today and my throat feels like i swallowed a g.i. joe. i just got thru taking antibiotics for a sore throat. i have the immune system of a paper towel. i should buy some vitamins today.
2:47p
started raining again right as the bus rolled up. a lady at the stop invited me to share her umbrella, i politely declined. this bus is too cramped to write.
3:10p
i got off the bus at best buy as the scary old lady was getting on. this lady, never changes clothes. always clad in the same bright green skirt, gaudy multi-blue blouse, and dirty white flats with no socks. it's hard to gauge how old she is. she wears her make up like a clown and looks like she dyes her hair with black shoe polish. she always has a cart with her. sometimes she nods off on the bus. she might be mexican. she looks like a witch. i don't want to see the dentist.
3:35p
god, novocaine sucks!
10/26/04
12:00p
sitting at the bus stop on university across from the park village shopping center waiting on the #7. i decided to get up earlier than usual to have breakfast. i had a dream about eating french toast, so i treated myself to some at denny's. i also ate eggs (over hard), bacon, sausage, and orange juice.
i normally ride my bike on the river trails to 7th st. and take the #2 to my store. today however, i'm not feeling that active. plus, i wore jeans, and it is a bit warm to ride in such attire.
where is the (text missing)
12:23p
i'm on the #7 now, but i am the only one. nothing to report.
12:31p
the bus has stopped for a minute. it picked up a lady.i think she had been to a museum. i just saw that the marquee for will rogers coliseum says that morrissey is playing tomorrow. what an odd place for him to perform. museum lady has a map out. the driver seems to be giving her directions, but all i can hear is les savy fav. i gotta pee really bad.
12:38p
about 7 high school kids have gotten on the bus. they are all wearing white t-shirts and blue or black pants. i wonder (text missing) they are juvenile delinquents. maybe they are orphans. two of the boys looks really dopey. the kids are talking about lawyers. they must've fucked up bad.
12:47p
there are some characters on the #2. too many to describe. this overweight woman with an afro and a gold tooth is eating a piece of fudge and doesn't seem to sure about it. seems to be a lot of fat people on here today. when i was getting on, some thug stepped on my heel. i shot him a glare, he gave me a delayed apology. too cramped to write. i'll update later if necessary.
12:58p
upon further inspection, it's not fudge, but a powerbar. no wonder the apprehensive looks.
1:05p
jones just called, but i did not answer because i hate talking on the phone in a crowd. this bus is packed. a very small latino woman with a shitload of make-up and a red skullcap bandana sat next to me. she is eating fritos out of a crumpled napkin. i hate the smell of fritos. i really, really have to piss.
10/27/04
1:32p
i'm running late today (kinda). today, i took the bike trail to 7th. i realized on the way, i forgot to grab bus fare. i bought an energy bar for sustenance ( and to get cash back) from the 7-11 by the wreck room. rode to the stop with just enough time to finish my protein bar. i crammed the remainder in my mouth and put my bike on the bus rack. see, i always put my bike on the rack closest to the front of the bus (the rack hold only 2 bikes) as a courtesy to other riders, so they can have have easier access to the other slot. however, the driver motions for me to put it in the other slot. i do so, and enter the bus and ask "what's wrong with the closer slot?" the asshole replies "nothing. i just don't want it there." i gave him a look and sat down.
oh to wield such power. fucking asshole. i'm almost to work. scary clown lady is sleeping across from me. she's wearing a purple blouse today.
10/29/04
2:43p
sitting at the stop at the intersection of camp bowie/ university/ 7th waiting for the #2. i can't see the bus at all. at the stop with me is a big lady in blue stretch pants and glasses with really thick lenses. it is such a gorgeous day out. it's a damn shame i have to work inside. i'm all sweaty from biking. i really should start riding all the way to work again, but then i would miss out on possible bus experiences.
2:59p
hmmm. nothing exciting today. there is a fat boy in the back wearing a sleeveless metallica shirt and a pantera ball cap and a septum piercing reading a dungeons and dragons book. there is a fat girl trying to nap, but can't seem to get comfy.
11/04
1:30p
at the stop on camp bowie near 7th/uni/etc... finally see the bus. there is a latino thug in a big puffy jacket, thug boots, and baggy jeans. he was eating a pen, but is now laying down on the bench.
1:56p
i just got to my store. i couldn't write on the bus because it was probably the most crowded i have ever seen it. it was full of ugly people. here is a brief list of what i saw:
-tons of thugs
-two young black girls talking about their numerous babies
-a fat white lady with gangster tats (the one on her neck said tripp in cursive), pigtails, and 4,000 barrettes in her hair
-an old man with blue ears (seriously, he had fucking blue ears!!!)
-one of the thugs was clutching a handful of dvds including jet li's the enforcer, reign of fire (dragons right?), and the new dawn of the dead.
-an old lady that smelled like an ashtray that clipped her fingernails right next to me.
god bless public transportation.
11/11/04
1:18p
on the #2 going to work. i'm totally sick. at the back of the bus, there is a big black guy eating sunflower seeds and spitting them in the corner. some people.
10/25/04
2:31p
i just missed the bus. i'm on my way to the dentist. i was going to ride my bike today, but it was pouring when i woke up, so i called jole to take me to starbucks. i got some coffee and left promptly, sometimes i hate that place. i needed a composition book and a pen, so i went to dollar tree (i'm in love with dollar stores). got what i needed ($2.17), and walked toward the camp bowie bus stop across from el fenix only to see the #2 sail by. somebody just honked at me. it's totally dreary, yet humid out today and my throat feels like i swallowed a g.i. joe. i just got thru taking antibiotics for a sore throat. i have the immune system of a paper towel. i should buy some vitamins today.
2:47p
started raining again right as the bus rolled up. a lady at the stop invited me to share her umbrella, i politely declined. this bus is too cramped to write.
3:10p
i got off the bus at best buy as the scary old lady was getting on. this lady, never changes clothes. always clad in the same bright green skirt, gaudy multi-blue blouse, and dirty white flats with no socks. it's hard to gauge how old she is. she wears her make up like a clown and looks like she dyes her hair with black shoe polish. she always has a cart with her. sometimes she nods off on the bus. she might be mexican. she looks like a witch. i don't want to see the dentist.
3:35p
god, novocaine sucks!
10/26/04
12:00p
sitting at the bus stop on university across from the park village shopping center waiting on the #7. i decided to get up earlier than usual to have breakfast. i had a dream about eating french toast, so i treated myself to some at denny's. i also ate eggs (over hard), bacon, sausage, and orange juice.
i normally ride my bike on the river trails to 7th st. and take the #2 to my store. today however, i'm not feeling that active. plus, i wore jeans, and it is a bit warm to ride in such attire.
where is the (text missing)
12:23p
i'm on the #7 now, but i am the only one. nothing to report.
12:31p
the bus has stopped for a minute. it picked up a lady.i think she had been to a museum. i just saw that the marquee for will rogers coliseum says that morrissey is playing tomorrow. what an odd place for him to perform. museum lady has a map out. the driver seems to be giving her directions, but all i can hear is les savy fav. i gotta pee really bad.
12:38p
about 7 high school kids have gotten on the bus. they are all wearing white t-shirts and blue or black pants. i wonder (text missing) they are juvenile delinquents. maybe they are orphans. two of the boys looks really dopey. the kids are talking about lawyers. they must've fucked up bad.
12:47p
there are some characters on the #2. too many to describe. this overweight woman with an afro and a gold tooth is eating a piece of fudge and doesn't seem to sure about it. seems to be a lot of fat people on here today. when i was getting on, some thug stepped on my heel. i shot him a glare, he gave me a delayed apology. too cramped to write. i'll update later if necessary.
12:58p
upon further inspection, it's not fudge, but a powerbar. no wonder the apprehensive looks.
1:05p
jones just called, but i did not answer because i hate talking on the phone in a crowd. this bus is packed. a very small latino woman with a shitload of make-up and a red skullcap bandana sat next to me. she is eating fritos out of a crumpled napkin. i hate the smell of fritos. i really, really have to piss.
10/27/04
1:32p
i'm running late today (kinda). today, i took the bike trail to 7th. i realized on the way, i forgot to grab bus fare. i bought an energy bar for sustenance ( and to get cash back) from the 7-11 by the wreck room. rode to the stop with just enough time to finish my protein bar. i crammed the remainder in my mouth and put my bike on the bus rack. see, i always put my bike on the rack closest to the front of the bus (the rack hold only 2 bikes) as a courtesy to other riders, so they can have have easier access to the other slot. however, the driver motions for me to put it in the other slot. i do so, and enter the bus and ask "what's wrong with the closer slot?" the asshole replies "nothing. i just don't want it there." i gave him a look and sat down.
oh to wield such power. fucking asshole. i'm almost to work. scary clown lady is sleeping across from me. she's wearing a purple blouse today.
10/29/04
2:43p
sitting at the stop at the intersection of camp bowie/ university/ 7th waiting for the #2. i can't see the bus at all. at the stop with me is a big lady in blue stretch pants and glasses with really thick lenses. it is such a gorgeous day out. it's a damn shame i have to work inside. i'm all sweaty from biking. i really should start riding all the way to work again, but then i would miss out on possible bus experiences.
2:59p
hmmm. nothing exciting today. there is a fat boy in the back wearing a sleeveless metallica shirt and a pantera ball cap and a septum piercing reading a dungeons and dragons book. there is a fat girl trying to nap, but can't seem to get comfy.
11/04
1:30p
at the stop on camp bowie near 7th/uni/etc... finally see the bus. there is a latino thug in a big puffy jacket, thug boots, and baggy jeans. he was eating a pen, but is now laying down on the bench.
1:56p
i just got to my store. i couldn't write on the bus because it was probably the most crowded i have ever seen it. it was full of ugly people. here is a brief list of what i saw:
-tons of thugs
-two young black girls talking about their numerous babies
-a fat white lady with gangster tats (the one on her neck said tripp in cursive), pigtails, and 4,000 barrettes in her hair
-an old man with blue ears (seriously, he had fucking blue ears!!!)
-one of the thugs was clutching a handful of dvds including jet li's the enforcer, reign of fire (dragons right?), and the new dawn of the dead.
-an old lady that smelled like an ashtray that clipped her fingernails right next to me.
god bless public transportation.
11/11/04
1:18p
on the #2 going to work. i'm totally sick. at the back of the bus, there is a big black guy eating sunflower seeds and spitting them in the corner. some people.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Sunday, January 27, 2008
girlfriend application.
must meet the following criteria:
1. must be funny. i mean like really funny. a broad spectrum of dry wit and extreme silliness.
2. must be very attractive, but not act like yr shit don't stink because yr hot.
3. must own and actively ride at least one bicycle (cruisers will be tolerated, but you will catch scornful glares).
4. no vegans or vegetarians, carnivores preferred. i like to cook meat.
5. must enjoy food and drink with zeal.
6. no eating disorders
7. no bi-polars, manic depressives, or clinically insane girls. a little crazy is awesome, but not the "i stopped taking my meds and now i am going to stab you" crazy.
8. no smokers (a few fags at the bar is fine).
9. no stoners.
10. no hippies
11. no idiots.
12. must, must, must enjoy sex.
13. must have really good taste in music and movies (this is crucial).
14. must LOVE cats. allergics need not apply.
15. no runners. nothing personal, i just have extreme prejudice against running. don't ask why.
16. must be independent, but sweet.
17. must communicate.
18. a hatred of mayo would be ideal.
19. agnostic or atheist please.
20. must love bacon.
rules subject to change.
not currently accepting applications.
1. must be funny. i mean like really funny. a broad spectrum of dry wit and extreme silliness.
2. must be very attractive, but not act like yr shit don't stink because yr hot.
3. must own and actively ride at least one bicycle (cruisers will be tolerated, but you will catch scornful glares).
4. no vegans or vegetarians, carnivores preferred. i like to cook meat.
5. must enjoy food and drink with zeal.
6. no eating disorders
7. no bi-polars, manic depressives, or clinically insane girls. a little crazy is awesome, but not the "i stopped taking my meds and now i am going to stab you" crazy.
8. no smokers (a few fags at the bar is fine).
9. no stoners.
10. no hippies
11. no idiots.
12. must, must, must enjoy sex.
13. must have really good taste in music and movies (this is crucial).
14. must LOVE cats. allergics need not apply.
15. no runners. nothing personal, i just have extreme prejudice against running. don't ask why.
16. must be independent, but sweet.
17. must communicate.
18. a hatred of mayo would be ideal.
19. agnostic or atheist please.
20. must love bacon.
rules subject to change.
not currently accepting applications.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
the apprentice
i just finished reading the autobiography of this man
the world famous jacques pepin. it was a splendid book dating back to his boyhood during wartime in france. i highly recommend it. a fast enjoyable read.
the world famous jacques pepin. it was a splendid book dating back to his boyhood during wartime in france. i highly recommend it. a fast enjoyable read.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
weekend update.
boy do i love having the weekend off, but it usually coalesces into a wretched hangover by sunday. friday, i opened, took a 2 hour nap, then went to the grocery store for dinner fixins'. tara came over. i made a rosemary garlic crusted pork tenderloin topped with caramelized onions, mashed potatoes, and roasted asparagus. i had originally planned on braising the pork in a ginger-lime-brown sugar- garlic sauce, but i put soy sauce in the marinade, which contains wheat, which contains gluten, which tara is allergic to. dinner was good, the garlic burps were nasty though. i am not a fan of too much garlic like i used to be. i had too much wine of course. then we went to the chat room and got more loaded. went to go hang out at joseph's crib and played guitars. stayed up way too late.
after a few hours of sleep, got up feeling like appropriate hell. had the rahr brewery ride to attend. my friend jesse (a.k.a. jp tots, a.k.a. jesus, a.k.a. the abdominal slowman) came over around 11am. we rode to my store to meet lauren. grabbed some cash and we rolled out to panther city bicycles. met up with a decent number of riders.
a group took off without us, so we had to meet back up with them. hit the trails to 7th, rode downtown, took south main to the rahr brewery for free beer...the redrunkening.
my boy dave hooked me up with a free pint glass and proceeded to tank up on free ugly pug and stormcloud. the lines were deep. we stayed for long enough to get buzzed. lauren split off. joel, jeff, jesse, and i went to the saucer for food and more beer. a few other riders showed. we all got messy there. jeff got surly.
when we left, we decided to take the radio shack hill. i was trying to pull off a skid the whole way down, and i here jole go "God, Jeff!!!" we were all drunk, but jeff was really tanked. when i got to the bottom of the hill everyone looked alarmed, standing around staring at jeff's bike.
homeboy hit a patch of gravel and ate shit. he got some good road rash, and cracked/bent his rim. we called rowdy to come pick him and his bike up, jole caught a ride too. tots and i hit the trails decided to get one more beer at the hideaway. met up with tot's cousin deanna. drained our beers fast, i was supposed to meet up w/ my mum and sister to go to the movies. i was so tired. tots and i got back to my crib, as the fam pulled up. we went to the movie tavern on hulen. ordered a pitcher of beer, and found a seat. we went to see sweeney todd. as soon as i sat down, i felt like falling asleep. mum and layla ordered 2 bbq chicken pizzas and another pitcher. i only had one pint. i was done.
i can honestly say, i hated the movie. i like some musicals, but i was so annoyed by this movie, maybe it is just because i was so goddamned tired. i fell asleep like 4 times. on the way home my sister pissed me off, and i left the car abruptly when i got home. her tone at times really gets me, i was also very tired, drunk, cranky.
got home, took a bath, had some wine. put on the ice storm, talked to a few people, passed the fuck out around 11 or so.
i stayed in bed until like 1. i was sweaty and gross. felt like shit. had my mom pick me up. i brought the other tenderloin that had been soaking in the ginger lime bath for more than a day. cooked it up, reduced the marinade w/ stock to a sweet sticky glaze. served w/ a simple salad of baby romaine, grape tomatoes, parmesan cheese and a balsamic vinegarette, and a hunk of asiago cheese bread. yum.
i have to work @ 5am. hope i can sleep.
after a few hours of sleep, got up feeling like appropriate hell. had the rahr brewery ride to attend. my friend jesse (a.k.a. jp tots, a.k.a. jesus, a.k.a. the abdominal slowman) came over around 11am. we rode to my store to meet lauren. grabbed some cash and we rolled out to panther city bicycles. met up with a decent number of riders.
a group took off without us, so we had to meet back up with them. hit the trails to 7th, rode downtown, took south main to the rahr brewery for free beer...the redrunkening.
my boy dave hooked me up with a free pint glass and proceeded to tank up on free ugly pug and stormcloud. the lines were deep. we stayed for long enough to get buzzed. lauren split off. joel, jeff, jesse, and i went to the saucer for food and more beer. a few other riders showed. we all got messy there. jeff got surly.
when we left, we decided to take the radio shack hill. i was trying to pull off a skid the whole way down, and i here jole go "God, Jeff!!!" we were all drunk, but jeff was really tanked. when i got to the bottom of the hill everyone looked alarmed, standing around staring at jeff's bike.
homeboy hit a patch of gravel and ate shit. he got some good road rash, and cracked/bent his rim. we called rowdy to come pick him and his bike up, jole caught a ride too. tots and i hit the trails decided to get one more beer at the hideaway. met up with tot's cousin deanna. drained our beers fast, i was supposed to meet up w/ my mum and sister to go to the movies. i was so tired. tots and i got back to my crib, as the fam pulled up. we went to the movie tavern on hulen. ordered a pitcher of beer, and found a seat. we went to see sweeney todd. as soon as i sat down, i felt like falling asleep. mum and layla ordered 2 bbq chicken pizzas and another pitcher. i only had one pint. i was done.
i can honestly say, i hated the movie. i like some musicals, but i was so annoyed by this movie, maybe it is just because i was so goddamned tired. i fell asleep like 4 times. on the way home my sister pissed me off, and i left the car abruptly when i got home. her tone at times really gets me, i was also very tired, drunk, cranky.
got home, took a bath, had some wine. put on the ice storm, talked to a few people, passed the fuck out around 11 or so.
i stayed in bed until like 1. i was sweaty and gross. felt like shit. had my mom pick me up. i brought the other tenderloin that had been soaking in the ginger lime bath for more than a day. cooked it up, reduced the marinade w/ stock to a sweet sticky glaze. served w/ a simple salad of baby romaine, grape tomatoes, parmesan cheese and a balsamic vinegarette, and a hunk of asiago cheese bread. yum.
i have to work @ 5am. hope i can sleep.
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