August 2001
yeah, well, fuck that in the ass.
i tried drawing another comic. it came out the same. just different words. i’m working on getting ideas. suggestions welcome. it occured to me that i should probably work a copyright watermark right into the image on the site. oh well. fuck it. i’m too lazy. hasket is giving me ideas. i’m talking to jen. i’ve got shitloads to do tomorrow. i just remembered that...
cunt.
this letter has been laying around for a while. sometime down the road, it’s gonna be worth a lot of fucking money. that’s why i decided to put it up here. if you know about bush and the whole stem cell research thing and how much it means to my sister’s life (diabetes). well, then, you’ll understand. read. now.
feverously spending my life.
in·fra dig adjective
beneath somebody’s dignity: below the standard of social behavior that somebody usually maintains (informal)
sorry, just thad to get that out of the way. i think i’ve started a trend for myself. i have this ‘learn new words because you are inevitably stupid’ feature on my msn.com page. i never look at it because they don’t actually display...
emo picture.
what i have done since 8am:
put a bunch of music i want to eventually own in my m.o.c store basket
looked at a girl’s web site
saw if there were any new cool jersey girls on m.o.c
realized the futility of my actions and realized once again, that looking for a life-partner isn’t done on a computer
remembered that we took some pictures in the city while hasket and kev were here. i...
good.
at the moment, i’m enjoying my new computer display. a KSD RAD-5. sounds like some 1989 cheap-ass skateboard. but actually, it’s a quite adequate 15-inch LCD display. it, along with an optical mouse and norton systemworks 2001, cost me a good chunk of my birthday money. but it was worth it. made me feel accomplished.
i ran into allison today in office depot. she was looking...
my seventeen magazine tells me that you're in...
“hey guys, what do you wanna do today?”
“i dunno, same as we’ve been doing the whole time. partying.”
“sounds good, i’ll make some calls.”
“cool.”
has my life changed? sadly. no. but for whatever it’s worth, i’m 19. i still feel young as fuck. i have this odd feeling that as soon as i turn 21, my life will be...
hasket+planes=danger will robinson!
hasket is here. barely. i don’t understand this kid’s luck (if you want to even call it that) with flying. twice he has flown down here and twice we’ve had problems picking him up. i suppose that’s the price i pay though. it’s cool to have him down. kev comes tonite. i got everything straight in my room except for finishing my laundry and taking out the trash. ...
the study.
Works Cited
Chocolate, White. “It’s my duty to please that booty!” I’m not a player, I just crush a Lot. Ghetto: Friendly’s Inc., 2001
“maybe we should plant a mechanic virus, and erase the memory of the machines that maintain this capitalist dynasty, and yes i recognize the irony that the system i oppose affords me the luxury of biting the hand that...
eat me.
i do regret that subject line. i wish i could be more creative right now. somehow, i’m spent.
site was updated. you figure it out.
my night consists of exactly this:
…
i suppose it would be v3.0
maybe i need to keep myself occupied. yes. i think that’s it.
i got one of those pestering itches that i need to supress somehow.
my site needs a big kick in the ass. layout needs to change.
fuck. i hate whent his happens. i have ideas in my head of how this needs to change. color schemes. layout format. implementation is the biggest road block. having the time to do the...
the culture-less.
oh how i wish i was frank sinatra and could sing about loving new york. but i’m not. and he’s dead.
new york was enthralling from the word ‘go.’ the bus ride in was extremely uncomfortable because waking up half-way there with a fat-ass mexican chick who smells like something gone bad is just not cool. but i got in alive and met rebecca at port authority. we had no...
lunch with the masses.
just so you know. i hate this weather. the kinda weather that looks pleasent, but really is hot and muggy. its the weather that makes you sweaty when you’re walking around in air conditioning. especially leaving a mall.
speaking of malls.
i went to garden state for lunch. tried ranch1. i like it. there is also one in riverside square, which is closer. amazing. i’ve been...
karissa tress. dial one-one.
besides being super-tired and the office being super-dead, i feel like the shit.
my room is pretty much done.
i still have to clean out the closet. bring down more shit from my old room (mainly old maxims and clothes). vacuum. change the sheets on the beds. finish my laundry. throw out the big-ass mattress. dust. store all my mags on my new shelving (that’s what i did yesterday. ...
only if your eyes could see.
i’m half-way done rearranging my room for the arrival of h&k. my old room is still full of shit though.
albiet, less shit.
me. my room. my music. yes. that has been my weekend.
things that bother.
you don’t need to know what’s going on in my life. i’ve told you too many times before.
ever since getting my new scanner, there is this auto-detect feature that loads when my computer starts up. i haven’t found a way to disable it, but when i attempt to terminate, i get this message, “if you close this program, the ‘Go’ feature on your scanner might...
"these are OR scrubs." "OH ARE they?"
The title of Wes Anderson’s Rushmore refers to the ivy-covered prep school attended by the film’s central character. Max Fischer (Jason Schwartszman). Max, with his bushy eyebrows and imposing glasses, loves his school beyond reason and is Rushmore’s number one go-getter—editor of the school paper, president of the French club, organizer of the calligraphic society, proud...
falling through.
isn’t it great how when plans fall through and then your back-up plans fall through, your original plans end up being what you do for the night? it’s weird.
and i don’t understand it at all. but somehow it happened. or did it not? i don’t know. i better stop confusing myself.
eclectic went down. jen. laura. jill. bill. and i. we drove bill’s ASTRO LT...
within the minute.
several things have dawned on me since arriving to work. albiet, signifigant or insignifigant, i think they deserve a mentioning.
the tao of steve works. the results so far? frightening.
when i was a child, i recall having a seeminlgy pointless argument with my grandmother on which way is better to wear a watch. with the face under your wrist, or on top. i was, at the time, a top-advocate....
forgetting to set the clocks must be tragic.
interesting experience #13024987239084723098472349872347239847298347893.9 MOTHERFUCKER.
after stepping out of the shower, naked, my horatio-sanz like figure dripping wet with desire….the ex-girlfriend knocked on my bedroom door.
what was jess doing here, i asked myself as i frantically searched for some clean, cool-looking clothes. after donning a crescent school gym shirt and some old...
time for shallowness.
i’m all sweaty and hot. wanna fuck?
if only. i just returned from tennis. before i forget. today was a gorgeous day. the drive home from work was beautiful for some reason. and hey. i have a stalker. is this a good thing?
sometimes you have to be oblivious to reality.
skipping breakfast this morning was interesting. it gave me more time to sleep. i was still out the door by 830. while i was driving to work, i saw this guy who was driving a purple pick-up truck with orange detail. it really looked like shit. was this guy ashamed of what he was driving? i hope not. i then realized that neccessity must come before desire in most situations. but in our...
stop calling me.
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that’s called synchronized typing. bitch.
i’m feeling tgi friday’s right now. lunch was good. danielle’s last day is tomorrow. i think i’m gonna bring something in for her to eat in the morning. i hate eating lunch with meghann though because she always grabs the check and divies it...
touching.
at dinner last night, i was watching my sister read archie comic books. she loves these comics. reads them all the time. draws pictures from them. has the movie. it made me wonder about how society tries to sheild our children from ‘bad’ stuff like rated-R movies, parental advisory music, and pornographic magazines. are we really protecting our children? or are we taking them...
f-bomb
so pie 2 was good. funny shit. not better than the first. but as good. theatre was packed. i went with allison, tracy, and bill. we saw a late show (10:45). it was almost 1 am when we got out. bring allison and tracy home, then bill and i get to the diner.
i get some fries and a sprite. he gets coffe. daryl, grimmey, bobby, and steve weigers (stoned) were there. i talk to them. ...
the crash
so i had this fat-ass entry all set-up. it was gonna be about this kid’s diary. reading it made me so fucking miserable at work. i don’t know why. some random fucking girl iMed me and said i needed to let myself go. pull myself together. whatever. you know it’s bad when that happens.
so after my comp crashed trying to upload the entire italy slide show, i said fuck it. ...
not good enough for the general good. i will...
what just happened here?
did i just have a breakdown?
i’m not entirely sure.
i’ve been reading if reality is what you percieve and realized that i once again, am not the person i want to be.
maybe that’s not the case though. i’m not sure what i realized. i know that whatever happened my mouth got dry and i had to go to the bathroom and splash my face with water, look...
bushgirls.bmp
getting some sleep last night did me some good.
i have a full day of work today. and a busy weekend. i have to pick up tennis shoes. wash my car. go down to rider for my physical. and drive alex down to bayhead. now that’s balls. got an e-mail back. wooo. no story from hasket yet. more balls.
for the site…content is current. except for the pictures & story of course. ...
if reality is what you perceive.
before i start ripping-off quotes left and right, i want to give big props to this man named bobby burgess. i supplied you with a sushi/sex excerpt from his diary in the previous entry. since the end of work, i’ve been reading more and more. whoever this guy is, he can write, and he makes hella sense. not to mention, he’s funny. if reality is what you perceive
the eiffel tower in my hand.
status: splitting headache,unable to keep eyes open for longer than 25 seconds at at time,throat hurts, and i’m still at work.
if there has ever been a time i just want to lay in my bed, the time is now. fucking around with my site so much to two in the morning never does a body good. on top of that though, there is a cold going around the office. i think i’m getting it. note to...
where's my FUCKING award?!
alright then. here it is. in all it’s glory. my first-ever, fully-privatized, personal web site. no more free hosting shit. no more cutting corners. this is the real deal. in the next couple of days i’ll weed out all the dead links that still go back to stuff on tripod. finish uploading all my files. implement the style sheet. scan the summer pics. make pages for them. ...
cash money hoes
the ones who love me will hate me. it’s late and i haven’t started updating my site for tonite. i had every ambition to move from tripod to dreamhost tonite. but i haven’t even started uploading yet. and the css has to be implemented first. that’s just balls, ain’t it? here’s what really went down…
i was bored at work, so i did a search for girls in...
montclair
while i was driving home, i thought to myself. man. this is gonna be a killer entry. so much for that. bill, two of his friends from school, jill, jen, kristen, and i took a trip to cafe eclectic in montclair this evening to see some acoustic granium and what not. we barely got there. missed the first set. talked to scotty vg, chad, jeff tanis, and jenai on the street though. no one wanted...
three hours of nothing
it’s almost lunch and all morning i haven’t done any work. and i’m getting paid for it. gotta love this shit. wait. i did work. on code for my site all morning. the scanner is all set-up. tonite i go to a show w/ bill. if i have time, i’ll start scanning. the end of the week deadline is still doable. i also need to get tennis shoes though. so i’m busy this...
tradgedy
i bought the new ataris album and some old promise ring. i asked the girl at the counter, “do you have further seems forever?”
“who’s that? i don’t know them.”
“it’s the guy from dashboard.”
“oh. yeah. no, sorry, we don’t.”
“ok, i’ll just take these then.”
::hands over cds:: ::pays::
shiiit. i was...
they have arrived
with more coming later, i got the bulk of the summer pictures in the mail today from sarah. intensity. that means tonite’s project is getting my scanner set up and the pictures in. she also sent pictures from new years that i forgot to bring back with me. so those will go up too. i have to take alex and josh to fucking mini-golf and maybe i’ll hit up sound exchange or go give...
ever
try to shit and brush your teeth at the same time? i just did. it’s interesting. weird more like it. think i’m only gonna do it if i’m really short on time. yeah. that’s it.
i wonder if blockbuster is still open?
i’m not doing much tonite. this afternoon was my cousin’s 6th b-day. stupid family shit. plus, my parents ditched me. oh well. bill came over. we hung out. he brought my cooler back that i left at king’s. didn’t get allison her money. the wetlands show tomorrow night is probably sold out. i put a farfrompuken sticker on my container for the wipes i use for my...
warped tour 'o1
when i wake up the next morning and have to post about what happened the whole DAY before, you know some heavy shizzyizzynit went down.
and it’s the truth.
let’s start from the top. i picked up allison, tracy, and phil promptly at 8:30 yesterday morning. we went and got coffe, lunch, and ice for the cooler. we were set. ready for warped tour. or so we thought. an hour and a...
rush hour 2
is better than expected. still a good formula. king was a bitch though. i’m tired. tomorrow is warped. i’ll probably still be tired then too.
enough of that, more of this.
some quick shite about the site, and then i promise, i’ll stop. sarah is mailing down some ‘o1 pictures, so those should be up by the end of next week. from the looks of it, you have to be a livejournal member to take the poll. which sucks. i’m done tweaking this page though. the journal is now completley embedded into my site. no new hosting company net. no new ideas on...
blurry
when i start things that i want perfect. i usually don’t stop until it’s all done. yes, i never changed hosting companies today. but what i did do is upgrade my liveJournal account and tweaked the code. so now this section of my site looks all nifty. it took fucking forever. i bled. seriously. if it took a whole day just to do this crap, imagine the whole site! god. i know i...
please take the time to give me your input.
so long sweet summer
i’ve been thinking.
good, right? ha.
well anyway, once i aquire a new hosting company. which might as well just happen today. i’ll probably open an account with one2host.com for a couple bucks a month. i’m debating whether or not to wait b/c i haven’t heard a whole lot about this company. but, more pertinent the issue, is new site design. i want some input, what...
no, no, i don't think i know her
chinese food and starbucks. my night. after dinner i met bill, laura, jill, renee, jen, kelly, kristen, erin, jessica, kelly tanis, krissy, craig borduin, bill clinton, sadamm huessein, my mom, and richard nixon’s dog at starbucks. yes. really. or not. i just met bill, but besides those last four, i did see all of those people there. nothing extrodinary to talk about either. we all...
work pictures
up on my site, under the friends section, are pictures of some of my co-workers at mokrynski. it has probably the most recent (albiet shitty) picture of me in there too. you can see why i actually enjoy going to work. speaking of. it was alright today. not as bad as yesterday. i have to wash some clothes tonite b/c i ended up wearing a dark pink striped shirt today. thinking it was red when...