I moved to LA this week. You know, the one in California. I went to see Zappa Plays Zappa with my girlfriend Friday night, went to Universal the next day, and am having a generally badass time here. I have a new cell number as well, just ask and I'll give it to you. It's still a 508 number. Call me.

Just in time for my 21st birthday. (Which is tomorrow, for those counting at home.) Joe's Garage is a 12-pack of assorted beers with a rock and roll theme, released by Magic Hat. My friends picked one up a few days ago and I saved the box. It's got a Stratocaster with a whammy bar, no less!

I sent a link to Barry at Kill Ugly Radio and he posted ( Read more... )

Things are back to normal. At least with my LJ. Not with my parents. Or this life insurance test. Or anything else. But at least the livejornal looks stark and blank on purpose, unlike my horrible life.

Alright, that last part wasn't true. I just thought it sounded good.

My dad called about ten minutes ago (6:20am), asking for some phone numbers of his friends. He's still in fucking Jamaica. Good for him.

"Things are going to get a lot worse before they get worse." - Lily Tomlin

I appreciate that quote more now than ever.

So after watching the kids all weekend, I got a drunken phonecall from my dad at about 8pm telling me that he was at a Holiday Inn. In Jamaica. And my mom was on a plane. Without him. So, yeah. That was good. About an hour and a half later I got a call from my mom, who was in Philadelphia. Again, without my dad. And she was coming into Boston in ( Read more... )

Ok, not really. But since fucking when did LJ make my journal look cool? I don't want it to look cool. This is irksome and shitty.

Ok, also not really. But I'm having a party this weekend. If anyone wants to come, please tell me. We'll make room for you at the Estate.

Wikipedia dispells the o rmr. Thank God.

Jonathan the o rly owl, 1988-2006

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So my folks woke me up this morning, screaming at me because they want to get a restraining order. I'm not sure exactly why, but hey, who needs logic. Now, I'm fairly sure I'm not getting kicked out of the house, and I know what's going on. My dad's barely self-employed, and my mom's a goddamn sponge. Things are fucking tense around here, and I get ( Read more... )