a loud mouth with a lack of character and virtue
man, when i get drunk, ugh, every morning, aside from feeling like shit from a hangover, i'm like, oh my gawd, did i do that? fuck, ugh, can't believe i said that, did that, acted like such an ass. fuckin' long island ice teas!
me and my roommates got all drunk last night and then went to the stud at my behest. first tho, we started off the night by having a wine and cheese party, also at my behest, whilst watching a flick called the private life of sherlock holmes, which was pretty rad. anyway, cheese bellyaches ensued, wine was gone, thus vodka shots began. i never do shots. but i guess my plan was to nuke the cheese, cuz i didn't feel up to yacking it up. anyway, we went to the stud for the shadowplay party, this band was playing, clar blue or something, and fucking hell, i've got some bad karma coming at me, cuz i was talking some shit. i mean, i guess they weren't really that bad, maybe just not really my thing, but fuck, i get drunk, i talk some shit. i really shouldn't talk shit on other musicians, cuz, people just as well could talk shit about me while i'm playing a show, and whatever, it's like, really i was just mainly visually offended by the performance aspect of these kids, kinda trying to hard to be lil' rockstar, look sexy, all synth pop dark electro or some shit, like, come on, don't try to be something, just be yrself, or not so fabricated looking i'm so trying to be sexy. i want effortless performance, not forced charisma. anyway, thru some chain of event, someone gave a copy of their cd to tommi and i was told by my crew that the cd was given to tommi with instructed that they wanted me to have it. so now i have their cd. why? cuz they think i'm cool looking and might dig it, cuz someone heard me badmouthing and this be their way of slapping it in my face? i dunno. the cover photo is cheezy terrible, but i'll give it a shot, whatever.
we left the bar to return to stevie's car, found a 40 year old black man in the driver's seat. stevie's wallet was missing, the guy was like, i didn't break into the car, i was just watching it until you got back, someone else broke in. thru our ineptitude, mainly nick's, cuz he's a pussy, haha, but so am i, we let the dude slowly inch away, when instead we should have beat his ass. by the time we realized an ass whooping was in order and i was off the phone with the cops, the dude was already long gone, and our search of the block and intersection proved fruitless. we're apparently not very efficient when completely wasted. fortunately, all he or whoever got was stevie's immediately cancelled bank card. and a nice wallet. the po-lice showed up, stevie filed a report, and then we returned home.
upon returning home, i resumed my anger at our evil fucking neighbor, "dick", for earlier in the day i had received notice that the san francisco department of motherfucking parking tickets had denied my appeal of the bullshit $75 ticket i had received when tommi parked my car and inch or two into the curb of dick's driveway. i expressed my anger by taking jessica's now empty bag of chips and crumpling it into a wad of which i tossed onto dick's patio. upon awakening this morning, all strangely early, i recalled such, and immediately began to regret the action, cuz, let's face it, dick is a sociopathic axe murderer. and it was passive aggressive for me to throw trash onto his property. so upon leaving the house to come to my dumb job where i be at now, i retreived the bag from dick's patio and properly placed in the trash in my garage. dick's day of reckoning shall come, but i will not be in the form of an empty bag of chips.
anyways, per music related issues, i re-did most of the vocals for "i got a mental block" yesterday, and got a pretty good mix. the word from the committee is that the drums are still a lil' muddy, so i'm gonna play with the eq a bit maybe tomorrow, but should have nearly done mix up soon after that. also, tonight, jessica is gonna try rehearsing with us for the first time! we'll see how it goes - i need to write up some notes for her, since there ain't shit to do here my dumb job.
me and my roommates got all drunk last night and then went to the stud at my behest. first tho, we started off the night by having a wine and cheese party, also at my behest, whilst watching a flick called the private life of sherlock holmes, which was pretty rad. anyway, cheese bellyaches ensued, wine was gone, thus vodka shots began. i never do shots. but i guess my plan was to nuke the cheese, cuz i didn't feel up to yacking it up. anyway, we went to the stud for the shadowplay party, this band was playing, clar blue or something, and fucking hell, i've got some bad karma coming at me, cuz i was talking some shit. i mean, i guess they weren't really that bad, maybe just not really my thing, but fuck, i get drunk, i talk some shit. i really shouldn't talk shit on other musicians, cuz, people just as well could talk shit about me while i'm playing a show, and whatever, it's like, really i was just mainly visually offended by the performance aspect of these kids, kinda trying to hard to be lil' rockstar, look sexy, all synth pop dark electro or some shit, like, come on, don't try to be something, just be yrself, or not so fabricated looking i'm so trying to be sexy. i want effortless performance, not forced charisma. anyway, thru some chain of event, someone gave a copy of their cd to tommi and i was told by my crew that the cd was given to tommi with instructed that they wanted me to have it. so now i have their cd. why? cuz they think i'm cool looking and might dig it, cuz someone heard me badmouthing and this be their way of slapping it in my face? i dunno. the cover photo is cheezy terrible, but i'll give it a shot, whatever.
we left the bar to return to stevie's car, found a 40 year old black man in the driver's seat. stevie's wallet was missing, the guy was like, i didn't break into the car, i was just watching it until you got back, someone else broke in. thru our ineptitude, mainly nick's, cuz he's a pussy, haha, but so am i, we let the dude slowly inch away, when instead we should have beat his ass. by the time we realized an ass whooping was in order and i was off the phone with the cops, the dude was already long gone, and our search of the block and intersection proved fruitless. we're apparently not very efficient when completely wasted. fortunately, all he or whoever got was stevie's immediately cancelled bank card. and a nice wallet. the po-lice showed up, stevie filed a report, and then we returned home.
upon returning home, i resumed my anger at our evil fucking neighbor, "dick", for earlier in the day i had received notice that the san francisco department of motherfucking parking tickets had denied my appeal of the bullshit $75 ticket i had received when tommi parked my car and inch or two into the curb of dick's driveway. i expressed my anger by taking jessica's now empty bag of chips and crumpling it into a wad of which i tossed onto dick's patio. upon awakening this morning, all strangely early, i recalled such, and immediately began to regret the action, cuz, let's face it, dick is a sociopathic axe murderer. and it was passive aggressive for me to throw trash onto his property. so upon leaving the house to come to my dumb job where i be at now, i retreived the bag from dick's patio and properly placed in the trash in my garage. dick's day of reckoning shall come, but i will not be in the form of an empty bag of chips.
anyways, per music related issues, i re-did most of the vocals for "i got a mental block" yesterday, and got a pretty good mix. the word from the committee is that the drums are still a lil' muddy, so i'm gonna play with the eq a bit maybe tomorrow, but should have nearly done mix up soon after that. also, tonight, jessica is gonna try rehearsing with us for the first time! we'll see how it goes - i need to write up some notes for her, since there ain't shit to do here my dumb job.
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