burstroc looks a lot like his grandmother.

Geddy walks up to me holding a 2 liter bottle of pineapple soda. "Drink the juice!" he says in a high pitched voice. I exclaim, "I have some. It's right here." Geddy insists. "Drink the juice!!" immediately I start laughing my balls off. Sal strikes a lighter. Geddy looks at it and says "Fire bad!!" and walks away, very slowly, still holding his ( Read more... )

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Step One: Get off work at 10:30. Come home and get ready to go to the party. After dressing up and getting everything situated, get a phone call from Mooch, saying "They're locking it down, there's twice the amount of people they expected ( Read more... )

Cracked out like a motherfucker. What a great night!

I met up with Jackson and Barbera today, at the Lynnwood Ivar's off 148th and 99. They seem nice, however, I can tell that Jackson is going to be one of those typical "asian" bosses. Extremely serious about his work. The store is nice, though.

I've got a meeting with Jackson, the manager from the Lynnwood store, tomorrow at 10:00 AM. I look forward to meeting my new manager! I hope he's a nice guy.

Everyone seemed particularly bitchy at work today. I just wanted to say "Shut the fuck up, you fucking pieces of walking shit!"

But I chose not to.

Ahh. Nothing is better than doing all the dishes and laundry after a night of hard party, taking some Motrin with a cup of hot coffee, and sitting on the computer, relaxing. Ahh.

I left my CD case at Sal's place. I want it, it contained all of my awesome LightScribe label CD's!

As everything is systematically falling through, The High Waves, as we call them, are allowing themselves to reopen the door and continue in the ways of earful pleasure. Given any moment, they may implode upon the universe, sending people, animals, cars and trees to fly through space. We're The High WavesIt's like, Adrian Van Meter puts a Silencer ( Read more... )

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I should really get my hair cut! Uh oh, I hear footsteps! Ashley is home.