so i spent $200 on my day off
yesterday was my day off, it was pretty good. i had a LONG week working my dumb fucking jobs, but got to cap it off by going to a party for my work @ the catering company. it was a 60th birthday party for one of the owners, and so me and tommi went and got hella drunk and ate lotsa food. i hadn't had ribs in years, but i think i picked a good night to make an exception. we were freaked out about who we were gonna sit with, but then by chance we ended up at the table with Susana and her husband, Roger i think was his name. anyway, she is one of my favorite people at the stupid catering company, so cool. they asked us about how we met, and i was like, oh i was on mushrooms, and she's like, oh our daughter was conceived on mushrooms. anyway, the only thing that sucked was that we missed out on having dinner with mikey and his mom that night, but i kinda had to make a choice, and i went for the free food and booze at the lush as fuck log cabin. i also got to see one of my other favorite people from taste that night, robin, who quit about year ago, she's awesome. i miss her a lot.
anyway we went out after that, to the cafe and it was kinda dumb. we had picked up tommi's friend dan, who later i guess was all weirding out my roommates a bit, oh well. anyway, at the stupid cafe we met up with mikey, met his new hot boy, and with them was some other god damn drop dead gorgeous lil' thing, good thing the left to go to sucky n'touch before i could say anything too stoop.
anyway, back at the house i passed the fuck out cuz i was full of booze and food. i woke up at some point and got up to go piss. later on i woke up again and realized that my room possessed more than just tommi's light snoring. i look over and i'm like what the fuck is tony doing passed out in the room? how and when did he get here? so i'm like tommi, hey tommi, what's tony doing here, and he's like that ain't tony, that's dan, and i'm like, god damn, i'm wandering around all butt ass naked in front of fucking dan whilst he be sleep, like oh shit, gross. haha, but anyways.
so i awoke way later to them both all gone and decided to go fucking shopping, cuz it was my god damn day off. so i made my destination the haight, and my first stop Ardvarks or whatever it's spelled, in search of some crazy pants i'd seen there previously, but that they lacked in my size. lo and behold they had an abundance of the particular pants of which i was in search of, and perfectly a size that fit me well. these motherfuckers are some multi-colored pastel checkered diamond mo-fos, my drunk ass roommates said it made their eyes hurt when i spinned around in them, so yeah, the only thing that would make them cooler would be more of a bell bottom type effect, but for $30 i was pretty pleased. so now i gots 3 pairs of hot pants acquired from that store, all done specially made by someone most definetly fabulous.
i headed on down the street to crossroads, buffalo exchange, and that other place with the meat locker. anyway, i acquired a plain short sleeve button shirt, and one of them hipster fake punk leather belts with the double row of metal square horizontal diamonds. a full outfit for $50, mission accomplished! so onwards and forwards to spend way too much money at amoeba.
i done got the new morrissey cd, and while i must say that the bonus dvd was some bullshit, that record itself is fucking gorgeous, the only song i'm not so hot being the single. but that second song, dear god please help me, onmygod, that song is fucking beautiful. listened to that record all last night, quality quality stuff. the motherfucker is singing with some real passion these days, it's hot.
anyways, i also scored hella cheap vinyl copies of siouxsie and the banshees first record, my second favorite by them, and husker du's flip yr wig, which i heard for the first time today. i also picked up the new dfa remix cd and the 50 foot wave ep that just came out. the dfa remix cd is some hella hot disco shit, i like it. the 50 foot wave record isn't as rockin' as their other stuff, sounds more like the muses, it's less aggro and loud, more angular. angular is good direction for them to head in, but the loss of intensity is disappointing, it's like the songs would sound better if they were just bumped up ten or twenty bpms. they had some fool named mudrock produce it, and i ain't familiar with him, but they should stick with the guy who did the first two records, cuz that shit is mixed hella thick and proper. maybe it'll sound better in my car tho, gonna make a new mix with the new ep.
so later on me and tommi and daniel went to dinner, my treat, cuz i'm such an awesome guy, to the sausage factory. it was hella good. came back, the straight boys were hella drunk at this point. the had already gone through a 750 of tequila and were now onto a pint of absolut. they was watching the original cape fear, i sat through about 30 minutes of it, seemed pretty quality, but me and tommi crashed out before it was over. fucking hell though, i woke up this morning with a text message from stephanie downstairs saying that the music was too loud from about 1am that night, and i was like, bitch, what the fuck am i supposed to do with a text message when i'm sleeping. well, bitch finally decided to call the landlord and complain about the noise, bless her heart. of course, I'M THE ONE THE LANDLORD CALLS! so i ignore her first two phone calls, but then the third time i answer, and she kinda innocently lectures me all little old lady like as if anything she is saying is gonna have any effect on the alcoholic behavior of my roommates, the offending parties in question, and i'm like, yeah, uh huh, ok, i understand, yes i know, hey about you give them a call, cuz really the issue is with them, yes i know we all gotta work and shit, yeah, tell me about, don't care, yadda yadda. so i call up nick, and i'm like dude, deal with this situation, and he's what, i can't watch a moving in my living room? and i'm like hey, i'm absolving myself from the situation, cuz yeah, you oughtta be able to watch a movie, and lil' stephanie oughtta be able to sleep, cuz lord knows that the girl's gotta go out lawyering in the morning.
so that's my weekend, except friday night we went and saw Slither, which was the fucking bomb ass shit, especially with a bottle of jameson. i had a blast, i gives it motherfucking 9, cuz it was some quality comedy gore horror made my a guy with troma cred. a classic for the ages!
anyway we went out after that, to the cafe and it was kinda dumb. we had picked up tommi's friend dan, who later i guess was all weirding out my roommates a bit, oh well. anyway, at the stupid cafe we met up with mikey, met his new hot boy, and with them was some other god damn drop dead gorgeous lil' thing, good thing the left to go to sucky n'touch before i could say anything too stoop.
anyway, back at the house i passed the fuck out cuz i was full of booze and food. i woke up at some point and got up to go piss. later on i woke up again and realized that my room possessed more than just tommi's light snoring. i look over and i'm like what the fuck is tony doing passed out in the room? how and when did he get here? so i'm like tommi, hey tommi, what's tony doing here, and he's like that ain't tony, that's dan, and i'm like, god damn, i'm wandering around all butt ass naked in front of fucking dan whilst he be sleep, like oh shit, gross. haha, but anyways.
so i awoke way later to them both all gone and decided to go fucking shopping, cuz it was my god damn day off. so i made my destination the haight, and my first stop Ardvarks or whatever it's spelled, in search of some crazy pants i'd seen there previously, but that they lacked in my size. lo and behold they had an abundance of the particular pants of which i was in search of, and perfectly a size that fit me well. these motherfuckers are some multi-colored pastel checkered diamond mo-fos, my drunk ass roommates said it made their eyes hurt when i spinned around in them, so yeah, the only thing that would make them cooler would be more of a bell bottom type effect, but for $30 i was pretty pleased. so now i gots 3 pairs of hot pants acquired from that store, all done specially made by someone most definetly fabulous.
i headed on down the street to crossroads, buffalo exchange, and that other place with the meat locker. anyway, i acquired a plain short sleeve button shirt, and one of them hipster fake punk leather belts with the double row of metal square horizontal diamonds. a full outfit for $50, mission accomplished! so onwards and forwards to spend way too much money at amoeba.
i done got the new morrissey cd, and while i must say that the bonus dvd was some bullshit, that record itself is fucking gorgeous, the only song i'm not so hot being the single. but that second song, dear god please help me, onmygod, that song is fucking beautiful. listened to that record all last night, quality quality stuff. the motherfucker is singing with some real passion these days, it's hot.
anyways, i also scored hella cheap vinyl copies of siouxsie and the banshees first record, my second favorite by them, and husker du's flip yr wig, which i heard for the first time today. i also picked up the new dfa remix cd and the 50 foot wave ep that just came out. the dfa remix cd is some hella hot disco shit, i like it. the 50 foot wave record isn't as rockin' as their other stuff, sounds more like the muses, it's less aggro and loud, more angular. angular is good direction for them to head in, but the loss of intensity is disappointing, it's like the songs would sound better if they were just bumped up ten or twenty bpms. they had some fool named mudrock produce it, and i ain't familiar with him, but they should stick with the guy who did the first two records, cuz that shit is mixed hella thick and proper. maybe it'll sound better in my car tho, gonna make a new mix with the new ep.
so later on me and tommi and daniel went to dinner, my treat, cuz i'm such an awesome guy, to the sausage factory. it was hella good. came back, the straight boys were hella drunk at this point. the had already gone through a 750 of tequila and were now onto a pint of absolut. they was watching the original cape fear, i sat through about 30 minutes of it, seemed pretty quality, but me and tommi crashed out before it was over. fucking hell though, i woke up this morning with a text message from stephanie downstairs saying that the music was too loud from about 1am that night, and i was like, bitch, what the fuck am i supposed to do with a text message when i'm sleeping. well, bitch finally decided to call the landlord and complain about the noise, bless her heart. of course, I'M THE ONE THE LANDLORD CALLS! so i ignore her first two phone calls, but then the third time i answer, and she kinda innocently lectures me all little old lady like as if anything she is saying is gonna have any effect on the alcoholic behavior of my roommates, the offending parties in question, and i'm like, yeah, uh huh, ok, i understand, yes i know, hey about you give them a call, cuz really the issue is with them, yes i know we all gotta work and shit, yeah, tell me about, don't care, yadda yadda. so i call up nick, and i'm like dude, deal with this situation, and he's what, i can't watch a moving in my living room? and i'm like hey, i'm absolving myself from the situation, cuz yeah, you oughtta be able to watch a movie, and lil' stephanie oughtta be able to sleep, cuz lord knows that the girl's gotta go out lawyering in the morning.
so that's my weekend, except friday night we went and saw Slither, which was the fucking bomb ass shit, especially with a bottle of jameson. i had a blast, i gives it motherfucking 9, cuz it was some quality comedy gore horror made my a guy with troma cred. a classic for the ages!
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