Farewell the Ashtray Girl

2009-03-29T20:27:00.001-07:00

"There's one hole in every revolution, large or small. And it's one word long...PEOPLE. No matter how big the idea they all stand under, people are small and weak and cheap and frightened. It's people that kill every revolution." - Spider Jerusalem.

Disneyland Disaster

2009-03-28T17:52:00.000-07:00

I went to Disneyland with Garrett yesterday after work. We were excited. It's been a few months since I've gone on an adventure and even longer since I'd been on a solo date with Gar Bear. So off we head up the 5, conversing about life, love and things that bug the shit out of us. We get there at about 8, ordinarily this would not have been that big of a deal. We'd hit the Tower of Terror for a round or two and head over to the other park to get some fireworks action. BUT NO. Our evening began with us standing in line for 30-45 minutes, JUST TO BUY MY PASSPORT. This event took me only 2 minutes and 30 seconds (we timed), yet somehow everyone in front of me could not purchase a ticket in less than 7 minutes. All the while a gaggle of MoMos were standing behind us discussing Utah & BYU & probably Joseph Smith's Salamander or some other ridiculously unbelievable bullshit. I also overhear them say they are in town for their daughter's cheer competition. WTF why do I always have to go on little annoying baby whore day. (My birthday was the Ms. Teen USA Pageant.) So then we head over and proceed to get in another line to enter Disneyland (CA Adventure was now closed = no Tower of Terror for us). We push our way through the hurd of smelly tourists. Oh yeah, we realized it's still goddamn spring break, which means absolutely nothing to people who work for a living. We make it over to Space Mountain and see the sign posted stating it is approximately and 75 minute wait. We decide to chance it and stand in line in stead of watching the fireworks. We ended up watching most the fireworks show while waiting in line though, and after about 15 minutes of waiting we give up and walk away from the ride. Then we again push our way through a foul stink of baby shit and piss and get to the Pirates of the Caribbean ride....again a rediculous wait. So we keep on moseying and find the smoking section, post up, and watch Fantasmic. Then we left. I did get a churro on the way out. That was the highlight. So basically we drove 2 hours, I spent 400.00, and didn't even get on one ride.

2008-11-02T09:34:00.001-08:00

I wish I liked anything half as much as children like bubbles.

Everyone...

2008-08-09T20:40:00.000-07:00

is a fucking Napoleon

I met...

2008-07-05T18:07:00.000-07:00

one of my new neighbors last night. Close your eyes. Picture a chubby, LARPer girl in too little clothing, including fishnet stockings, and too much glitter makeup. Being that I now live in Las Vegas, I assumed Jess AKA Red (she actually introduced herself this way) was on her way to work at one of the fine gentleman's establishments in the area. BUT NO. She informed me she was on her way to a rave. WTF?!?!? Who really still goes to raves? On 4th of July no less? For being so "hip" Vegas is really behind the times.

The Highlight of my Day...

2008-07-02T14:34:00.000-07:00

Came when I decided to use Monotype Corsiva Size 14 font on my mailing lables, instead of Arial Bold Size 10 font. It's the little things as they say.

2008-05-07T10:09:00.001-07:00

Moving on Sunday beeches!!!

Rock of Love II

2008-04-13T05:47:00.001-07:00

Due to Japan's television programming, I am a bit behind on all the shows I watch. However, I watched an episode of Rock of Love II tonight that I had not seen. And wow, just wow. I love 80s hair metal groupies. The stupid skank Daisy is also friends with C.C. Deville and just failed to mention that to Brett Michaels. I laughed my ass off. Clearly this has nothing to do with anything, except awesome entertainment for myself. ALSO...please do not tell me what has been going on with the show. No spoilers please, I will be catching up when I get home. Other than that, I am not looking forward to the 13 hour flight I will soon be catching.

Sunday, my mom and I met her friends from work and headed up to Kawasaki for the fertility festival. OK, first and foremost, these events are not fun with homophobic people. Like yes there are penises everywhere, it's a fucking fertility festival. I was already edgy due to the comments that were being made about "gayness" and what not. Then I couldn't see shit at the festival, so I was kinda like eh, not that exciting to me. However, there were a bunch of drag queens, which set my heart soaring. Because we all know I love me some drag queens. This of course incited some comments. I tried my best to shake it off, but I was in quite a mood the whole day. There was this one stupid white bitch that apparently works in dental with my mom. She met her husband in bootcamp, they've been married less than a year and fucking surprise she's already breeding. And we all know only the ignorant ones do such a thing. So this stupid chick from Ohio is running her mouth about how she can't stand the Japanese because "they're just so rude, I mean with their pushing and shoving." I wanted to hit this girl. I was like "um well it's not really rude because it's part of their culture (mind you, I've only really been shoved once, which was at a train station at rush hour)...also your social norms don't really apply here, seeing as how it isn't the U.S." She didn't seem to understand what I was saying, or she just thought I was a raging cunt. Either of which are acceptable. We left the festival and walked around to a few other shrines and pagodas in the area. I as really impressed. We left Kawasaki and then headed to Yokohama to eat at a place called Garlic Joes. It was a lot like the Stinking Rose, in LA and SF. Everything had TONS of garlic on it. Twas very good. So here comes of the kicker of stupid white bitch from Ohio. While were standing at the train station, my mom mentions to her friend that they made their reservations to head down to Hiroshima at the end of the month. Dumb Dumb says, "Oh my friend went and she said it was really sad, I guess people who still have scars are there, and like I guess there were fires or something there." I seriously contemplated strangling her. I mean this girl is supposed to be a fucking representative of our nation? Stationed in another country? Are you fucking kidding me? WOW...Just WOW!! We watched a really funny street performance by a white guy, who I believe was either from the U.S or Canada. He didn't have a British accent. Japan is really big on street performers. Kinda funny. We hopped on the train then headed back to base. As we were walking over back onto the base, it was time for colors. Now when you're on a base you're supposed to stop and respect the flag and what not. For those who are in the service it is mandatory that they stop...even when they are off base if they can hear it. We all stop and dumb dumb looks at us and says, "am i supposed to stop?" UGHHHHHHH you should be shot.

I spent the last week at a military hotel in Tokyo. The weather was rather shitty for most the week, but we still had a good time. We headed up there Monday and they had apparently overbooked the hotel and therefore we had to wait a long time before we were given a room. In the end the only one they had available was a Japanese style room, which means that everything was on the floor. All the rooms were sectioned off with sliding doors, some of which were the ones with paper boxes that let a little light in. There was a really nice tea set left on one of the tables and the view was of a Japanese garden. It was really beautiful, kinda cheesy, because it the whole hotel isn't styled that way, but beautiful none the less. Later in the evening, someone came in laid down all the futons for us and pushed all the tables aside. It was really cool for the experience, but it was hot as shit. Tuesday we headed up to Harajuku again. It was super cold and really rainy, but we bundled up and headed out down the path to Meiji shrine. I was soaked by the end of the trip but it was still pretty awesome. There was a wedding going on, so we couldn't walk into the shrine, but from the outside it was neat looking. The wedding added a little extra pizzaz, because the bride was dressed in a traditional wedding kimono. After we left the shrine, we headed over to the studio wear I was getting my pictures taken. The people there were so cute. Such Japanese thespians. The really neat thing was that that they let me pick out my kimono, my wig, my hairpieces for the wig, and the poses for the pictures. They took a whole shit ton of pictures, which I have on a CD and I just need to upload to my Picasa. The whole thing took about an hour, which I was surprised by, considering how much work it takes to put on all the makeup and robes. After that we headed back to the hotel to get out of the rain.

The next day we woke up and headed over to Tokyo DisneySea. This is the second park at the Tokyo Disney Resort, kinda like California Adventure. It's a little more adult and really exciting. There is a Tower of Terror and an Indiana Jones ride. As well as a ride based on 20,000 leagues and Journey to the Center of the Earth. They also had venetian gondolas, which were totally awesome because they were speaking in Japanese. The fact that I don't speak their language makes everything ten times cooler, cause you really have no idea what's going on. I also realized how incredibly polite the Japanese are. For example, we went to find a place to watch the water show Braviseamo, which is like a Romeo and Juliet version of Fantasmic, and everyone in the front of the water was asked to sit so that the people standing in the back could see...AND THEY DID. Seriously, polite ass people. Anyway, we had a blast and I took a bunch of pictures. Especially in the Mermaid Lagoon...it's a whole land completely based on the Little Mermaid. Could it get any better? We went back to the hotel and slept our asses off, because we were so tuckered out. The next day we layed low at the hotel and then my mom and I got shit housed at the bar. The next morning was pretty rough. We left the kids at the hotel and we decided to try and sweat some of the alcohol out. We walked all over Roppongi, which helped. Like I said...it was a rough one. We went up to Tokyo Tower, which is like the Eiffel Tower. It was a little much to take in my state, considering I am terrified of heights and was already on the verge of puking. Left there and then walked over to the Hardrock Cafe and got drinks. This again, helped tremendously. The kids had their dad pick them up while we were out, so we could spend the weekend alone together. Emiko met my mom and I at the hotel for dinner and then we proceeded to pass the eff out, immediately after. Saturday my mom and I decided to go to Tokyo Disneyland, seeing as how its been about 15 years since we've gone by ourselves. It was super busy, but we had a blast anyway. While we were in line for the Peter Pan ride the electric light parade happened. Again, with the politeness of the Japanese, we were able to see everything, because all those up front were sitting. I could be wrong, but the parade seemed to be longer than ours in Anaheim, and the rides seem to be a little faster and a little longer. Hands down, this Space Mountain kicks ASS. And the Splash Mountain here has way better logs. Instead of straddling a bench in a single file line, these are wider seats...kinda like Space Mountain. And there are more drops in this one. Anyway, it was a kick ass day. We went back to the hotel and grabbed a pitcher and watched all these drunk ass military personnel get wasted. Oh the entertainment. I also think I was trying to get roped into a 3some with some couple on their anniversary night. Oh well. HAH This morning we slept in, then had a Champagne brunch and took our time coming back to base. Then I ate pancit, that my sister's friend brought over, then I napped, then I watched Bender's Big Score with my brother. Awesome week.

A Childhood Classic...Seems Rather Fitting Lately

2008-04-04T05:11:00.000-07:00

Military Bases...Little Spots of the South All Over the World

2008-04-04T00:23:00.000-07:00

The last few days have been rather uneventful. One full day was spent recovering from an uber emotional night mixed with a handful of vodka/7-ups. Although it was a little rough, it was most definitely needed. Thankfully we purchased alcohol when we did, because we were informed the very next morning that base was no longer serving/selling any alcohol products, and those linked to the base and the Department of Defense were not to go off base and consume alcohol. Furthermore, a 10PM - 6AM curfew has also been instated for base personnel to be within their quarters. Way to fucking go. I'm on vacation and I can't even go to the damn Chili's on base to get a margarita. According to the Stars and Stripes military paper that is delivered to my mom's house, this is being called a period of mourning, "mandated jointly by Commander U.S. Naval Forces Japan and 7th Fleet." Personally, I believe it to be a period of "keeping their fucking eye on these disgraceful sons of bitches." But once again, these are just my personal feelings. This is all with regard to the stabbing of Masaaki Takahashi, a 61 year old cab driver, who was stabbed to death on March 19th. Once again, according to article I am reading, a seamen, 22 years of age, has been arrested and turned over to the Japanese authorities and supposedly the man in question has confessed to the murder. The suspected reason for said murder is the avoidance of paying cab fare that was roughly 200 USD. WOW just WOW. The article itself, also makes mention that in 2006 a sailor stationed out here was arrested and convicted of robbing and killing a 56 year old Japanese woman. As well as in 2007, a civilian that was employed by the USN, accidentally killed a Japanese man outside of a bar. Another article on the Stars and Stripes website mentions the U.S. sailor that was arrested for stabbing to Japanese women in 2007, denies that his intent was murder. I mean he only stabbed one of the women 17 times. That isn't attempted murder at all, are you fucking kidding me. One of the women escaped the situation by jumping over her balcony. The man in custody gives his reason for said malicious act, is that he was upset about being ignored by one of the women. Again...WOW. Mind you these are all involving sailors stationed at Yokosuka Naval Base. I could go on for another bit of time about the rapes that have occurred around Okinawa Marine Corps Base, involving servicemen. The list just goes on and on. Pick your poison I suppose. Lastly, my mom had mentioned there's a shrine, right around the area that she lives in, that Americans are no longer allowed to enter, because some asshole took a shit in it. I can't possibly fathom why the rest of world despises us. No really, keep telling yourself it's because they're jealous of our freedoms. That must be it. They must really be envious of the fact that we raise people in such a respectful manner that they feel entitled enough to desecrate someone's religious property, in a land that does not belong to them. That must be why they don't like us. I have been utterly sickened by the news I have learned since being out here. Oddly enough, I hadn't heard about half of this stuff when I was home. Oh wait, maybe that's because I hate America, because I'm liberal. That must be why I don't know anything.

Enough of my bitching. Yesterday was spent walking around town. I went to my mom's dish lady in hopes of finding a nice Sake and Tea set. I found neither. The really neat thing I learned about the dish sets here, is that generally they are sold in sets of five because five is a number that cannot be divided. I think that is so awesome for some silly reason. We continued walking, until we reached the mall and went to a "Sushi Go Round." Sushi is fucking cheap here. My mom and I both grabbed about 4 or 5 plates off of the conveyor belt each, and our meal was less than twenty USD. We looked around the mall for a bit, where I found awesome Batman underoos, but they didn't have a large, so I will continue looking for these damn undies. I then got a strawberry and chocolate crepe, which appear to be huge here, because there's a stand just about every 5 feet. It was pretty fucking delicious, not gonna lie. We walked around town for awhile longer and kept shopping for dishes. The really interesting things about the malls here is that the stores aren't divided. You never really know when you've walked out of one shop and into the next, until you are greeted by another employee. We went to a few more 100 yen shops, which are just so kick ass. Oodles of awesome crap to buy for a buck. We went home and we were greeted by my two hyper siblings, who just started their spring break. My sister had her friend over, who just so happens to be Filipina, and just so happened to have brought me lumpia. I was stoked. That is one thing I do love about military bases, you will always make friends with at least one Filipin@, which inevitably means you will eat well. The kids hung out at home and we played a few rounds of card games an watched a couple of episodes of Southpark and then hit the hay.

Today, we went out to Enoshima Island, which is a really cute little beach town. There are a bunch of shops and restaurants all along the road that you hike up to get to what I believe to be a temple. It may just be a sacred area. I'm not sure exactly. My mom's friend Emiko, who is a Japanese woman that teaches classes to incoming military personnel and their families about the Japanese lifestyle, came with us today. She taught me how to pray at one of the sacred huts. It was really cute. We continued to hike until we reached the gardens and the light house at the top of the hill. My brother and I went up to the top of the lighthouse and got a really beautiful 360 degree view of the area. This was one of the first days that the sun was actually out, so it just made the day spectacular. On our way out of the town we stopped to get a snack. I picked up an ear of corn, which was barbecued with soy sauce...and AWESOME may I add. Emiko made my mom try, what i believe to be turban shell snail. I took a little bite. It was really squishy. I couldn't handle it. We left and drove back to Yokosuka, where we had Yakiniku, which is where you barbecue your own meat in the middle of the table. It was really fun. I've never been to a place like that, and thoroughly enjoyed myself. My sister and I also shared some spicy udon noodles that had mushroom and pork mixed in. I made a mess eating them, but they were also amazing. Other than eating, I've gone to the gym a few times and just kinda been chillin out with the family mostly. Sunday, my mom, her friends, and I are going up to a fertility festival, which everyone has said is pretty hilarious, because it's just a bunch of cock statues and what not. We're spending all next week in Tokyo. Pretty excited about that. We're gonna hit up Disney Sea. They have a Tower of Terror. I'll be able to get my fix in. More pictures to come soon.

Stuff White People Like...Cosplay

2008-03-31T15:12:00.000-07:00

Sunday afternoon my mom, her friend Kathy, my sister, and I set out for the trains in town to head down to Harajuku. My sister, Beth, was super excited cause she is really into all that anime and manga shit that I don't really understand. I guess the super exciting thing, or rather the reason why others think this place is so exciting is that there are a bunch of people dressed up in goofy outfits, ranging from French maids to those trying to be extras in the next sequel to The Crow. Really, these people just remind me of candy kids. Maybe, this is why I didn't shit myself thinking they were the cutest things in the world, because I've been to a rave or two in my day. Or maybe its just the underlying point that they're Japanese and white people LOVE little Asians. Not to talk to or anything, but rather to talk down to and giggle at. However, they cease being cute to said white people when they're driving mini vans in front of you on the I-15 in rush hour traffic. Anyway, the weather was really crappy and ergo there weren't that many people out in costumes. There were a shit load of people out in the city though. Thankfully, not TOO many people are very much taller than me here and my claustrophobia wasn't too intense. Until we were leaving to get back on the train to come home and everyone was pushing and shoving and I felt like a damn sardine. It was a little much for me. We went to a pizza place for lunch and their versions were hilarious. They did have regular cheese and pepperoni pizza, but they also had corn and mayonnaise, cheese and squid, and cheese and shrimp. I tried the corn and mayonnaise one. I generally try and avoid it, but Japanese mayo is different. I can't really explain why, but it's not too bad. The best part of the whole day was walking down the shopping street, which has all these stores for either Cosplay dresses or hip hop shit, because you got to see the white people who are totally just on vacation here because they love anime. It was so hilarious to me. They were totes the type of people that wear tails. It was fantastic. I was dying of hysterics. Other than that, I really thought the town was going to have more entertainment for me. Gwen Stefani has let me down.

After we dealt with the mess that was the train station, we walked through some 100 yen stores, which are right outside the front gate of the base my mom lives on. 100 yen stores are like 99 cent stores, but they are about 97849275928759275928 times cooler, with way better shit. I took a bunch of pictures, I need to upload of shit I found entertaining while I was meandering around them. The best part of this whole endeavor, however, was as we were leaving I found some little gum ball machines with ninja key chains in them . These were 300 Yen which I found kinda funny, since everything else in the store was only 100 yen, but knowing that Marie loves crap out of these little machines, I figured what better souvenir is there for her. So, I put 3 100 yen coins in the machine and twisted the little handle and....NOTHING. This of course then started a fiasco of young girls, who worked at the store, running around and giggling and bowing, trying to find someone that understood enough English to get a little ball out of the machine for me. It was really hilarious to see a bunch of people who could not try to communicate, attempting to make sense of each other, just for a useless crap toy. All the while my mom is shouting, "the whole store is 100 yen and you have to waste 300 in a fucking crap machine." It was effing hilarious. Marie had better cherish that little shitter.

Yesterday, I didn't do much but lounge around the house in my pjs. I went and worked out with my mom later in the evening and then we made curry. There was a bad storm and I didn't feel like walking through puddles, so I just layed low. I did however do some internet research and found out that Rilo Kiley is really just a Where Are They Now band of old childhood stars....ALSO...Marie informed me that "Hangin Tough" by NKOTB is now 20 years old. Lastly, for the useless facts...Joaquin Phoenix was totes in Parenthood, which was my favorite movie as a child. More pictures to come soon. I have to shower to go meet a bunch of high school freshman for lunch. Oh the joys. I made an appointment to have Geisha photos taken...SUPER STOKED.

The Land of the Rising Sun

2008-03-29T11:27:00.000-07:00

After a 13 hour flight, which was delayed an hour due to a busted coffee pot, an hour standing in line to get photographed and fingerprinted by immigration, 20 minutes in line explaining I was not smuggling a gun and/or MDMA into the country to the Customs officer, and THEN another 3 hours waiting for and then riding the bus back to the naval base in Yokosuka, and lastly shuffling around base getting all the paperwork to make my visit legal...It was only then was I able to pop a beer and kick off my shoes. It wasn't long before the combination of no sleep, time change, Xanax, screwdrivers, Benedryl, and beer had all caught up to me and I was out like a sorority girl after a case of Smirnoff ice. Thankfully, this made it super easy for me to adjust to the time change and I was up by 8 AM, the very next morning.

After we showered and had breakfast, my mom and I headed out to Kamakura, which has one of the largest statues of Buddha (in the country, I believe, but I could be wrong). We made two stops in this city, one to look at the temple and one to look at the shrine. I have uploaded the pictures to my new Picasa album...http://picasaweb.google.com/raeven.chandler. After walking through the shrine and staring at all the Sukura that are beautifully in bloom right now, we decided to do a little shopping and eating. We stopped at a tiny restaurant, my mom said it was Chinese, but I can't really tell much of a difference. The place itself was smaller than most public restrooms in the US and the women running the shop did not speak a lick of English. Thankfully, most eateries have plastic displays of their menus in the window and you can just point to what you want to order. I got a bowl of Ramen noodles, topped with Gyoza and a hard boiled egg. It was fantastic. If you love salt, this is the country for you. To finish we grabbed ice cream cones. My mom and I both chose half sweet potato/half green tea. It was actually pretty good. It was more subtly sweet than many of our ice cream flavors at home. We then walked to the road of shops back to the bus station, where my mom got hustled into buying hand carved wooden chopsticks. They're pretty nice, but to see this little old woman hustle the shit out of my mom was hilarious.

We got back to the house, spruced up a little bit, my mom and my younger sister had an all out battle (typical in dealing with a 15 year old) and the my mom, her friend Erin, and I headed out to Morrigans Irish Pub. This place was the funniest place ever, because it was as if it were set up by Irish Pubs for Dummies. It was tiny, like every other shop/bar in this country, and the old Japanese man behind the bar was so cute with his headband(not sure what they're called yet, but the type the sushi chefs wear) serving Jameson on the rocks and pints of Guinness. AND THEY ONLY PLAYED U2 AND THE CRANBERRIES! Twas awesome. Then we did what my mom referred to as the "Honch crawl." I guess that's the name of the area of bars, but it sounds like taint to me. Anyway, it's a lot like TJ in that it's just a bunch of really small streets lined with bars and food stands. We had a few more beers, watched drunk ass military wives think they could sing and then headed home. I didn't do much yesterday but watch movies and hang out with my siblings. It was nice to have a little down time. I went to bed rather early and now I'm awake at 4:15 AM watching The Shield. Were off to Harajuku om a few hours where I will attempt to procure my own set of Japanese girls to follow me around, just like I'm Gwen Stefani.

I'm Not Much of a Jester

2008-03-23T22:26:00.000-07:00

But I'd test poison food for you.

Some Boys Take a Beautiful Girl and Hide Her Away From the Rest of the World

2008-03-21T13:55:00.000-07:00

Alright bitches...to the 5 of you that read this: I'm leaving for the land of fashion and tiny whores...Japan. I will be updating this with pictures n such, so that I don't have to email all of you. Not that I would anyway. Hopefully I'll be lucky enough to meet some super rich business man and I can just be his concubine and never return. Wish me luck!

Lady Joker Wisdom...

2007-07-05T20:16:00.000-07:00

Staring at your phone does not make people come running to your window, boombox in hand...Throw the shit out. I'm sure my phone is really malfunctioning. A network error that is occuring between only Tmobile users. I can't really be that big of a loser can I? HAH!

Hilarity Ensues

2007-06-01T00:23:00.003-07:00

If I knew now what I knew then
I'd wonder how not wonder when
There's something going wrong again
With me and mine
It's only ever what it seems
Memories and might have beens
Heaven's scent: the smell of dreams
We'll never find
Tell me... tell me... tell me...

What are you going to do with your life?
What are you going to do with your life?
What are you going to do?
What are you going to be?
What am I going to do?
I'm going to be me be me be me

If I could see what you can see
The sun still shining out of me
I'd be the boy I used to be
When love was blind
I'd let the light back in again
And walk you to the tunnel's end
I'll be yours and maybe then
You'll be mine
Tell me... tell me... tell me...

I will if you will... follow me down

FUCK....

2007-05-20T12:12:00.000-07:00

The Cointelpro. And fuck you for not knowing what that is.

Get Out My Weathered Face With All That Sunshine.

2007-05-16T11:35:00.000-07:00

Being sad...is kind of like being an insomniac....every moment blurs into the next.

Sagey Goodness

2007-05-15T17:38:00.000-07:00

She's a fairy with broken wings. I used to go watch her perform/
And if she hears me...I hope she sings the song/
That had me going right back. I couldn't find anyone in town to talk/
About how no one like that...should be confined to the ground we walk/

She glides so much it seems like she floats and these folks,
Decide to crush her wings until they're permanently broke.
She's ride gusts of wind just by the way she spoke.
She cries, but loves to sing songs of freedom and hope.
On the east side...hustling...discussing things that we quote,
In daily conversation as if we have deep throats.
We choke on our confusion. Not sure if it's a heat stroke of if we need coats.
Trading in our cheap jokes for her C notes.
I see notes being passes so I ask to see what these creeps wrote,
To find silly kids had flying privileges revoked.

Ski slopes have been blocked off. They can't chance it.
Had weights tied to her ankles. She most definitely can't skip
town. Held down by the transcripts my hands grip.
Tried to tie her wings back on before they're once again clipped.

Panic stricken...she'll remain stuck,
on a Titanic sinkin'...and she's trying to stay up.
Changed her plan, think'..."It's ok." See this is strange but
Abraham Lincoln...freed the slaves in a way that kept them locked up

I'd like to see...her take flight into the stars.
Instead of letting her fly free...they keep her in jars.
Instead of letting 'em fly free...they keep 'em in jars.
I'd put my hand to the glass so hard that it might break the prison bars.

It isn't hard to see why they keep her captive.
She's naturally attractive. Speaks with ad-libs. She's uncommonly talented.
There ain't enough adjectives to do her disposition justice.
Kids are wishing for just a kiss and it's a mission to touch her lips.
They can't trust her with...freedom of movement. That's a chance to lose her quick,
If she ups and splits...so you might as well call that discussion quits.
They have ways to keep her down. The Governments underlings
Enslave people in this town, especially if their culture's rich.
Exploiting talents. Making her do a bunch of tricks,
With the rest of the wingless imports repeatedly told, "You ain't a fairy...you just a bitch..
with a butt that's thick
so rub your tits
and thrust your hips
and suck my dick
and run your shit
and run your shit
and run your shit

She's a fairy with broken wings. I used to go watch her perform/
And if she hears me...I hope she sings the song/
That had me going right back. I couldn't find anyone in town to talk/
About how no one like that...should be confined...

When I was down in New York she's send me letters and I read her passages,
About how I left her to the savages.
No matter how sad that is...I didn't cry,
Because it was only a matter of time before they'd figure me out and try to strip my pride.
I knew the scoop. I wish she could've seen the blueprints in my eye,
When I flew the coup, utilizing overground railroads in the sky.
It was live or die. Let me let you in on this secret of mine.
Me and you are different, girl...we don't need wings to fly.

Keep on singing.

Super Psyched

2007-04-05T13:07:00.000-07:00

I have blisters on my fingers from the guitar. Fuck yeah

If I could be sweet...

2007-04-02T17:13:00.000-07:00

School started back today, for how long were not sure. Fucking strikes n what not. I'm severely behind on all my work, but to tell you the truth I'm not sure what I did with all the time I wasted. I guess that's just it...I wasted it.
Are being content and happy the same thing? I'm not really sure. I'm riding the "er" factor as of right now. Maybe it's the solitude that's helping. I spend little time with others, but it's helping me realize who I do and do not want to spend said little time with. I realized this weekend that I am not the little doormat girl I once was and I no longer feel the need to appease the crowd. I stand behind what I believe in like it or fucking not. WORD IS BOND. I'm seeing how little that means to people as of lately. Meh...There are also very few people around me who fully understand where I come from. However, for those of you who don't, but try...thanks :0) In exactly two weeks it'll be a year since the Sole show. It went by fast, and I'm pretty sure I still get butterflies once in awhile. Anyhow, exactly 13 days left till I'm supposed to hear back from UCSB about my internship. And also, Desiree is gonna teach me how to do makeup on Friday...SUPER PSYCHED.

Lastly....This was my horoscope...You're stimulated. New ideas pop out as ready-made opportunities. Mental motivation leads to fame and fortune. You don't need the fame.

Oddly enough, I just spoke about that last night.

The pleasure that my sadness brings...

2007-02-24T16:57:00.000-08:00

I fucking HATE when humanity continues to prove itself to be full of cretins.

Come on I'd like buy the world a coke and lie here naked with my girl

2007-02-15T08:02:00.000-08:00

It's pay day...and I have a loan coming to me...I thinks I'm going to get a tattoo.

My Music is Cheap Entertainment

2007-02-14T14:25:00.000-08:00

I don't believe in fate
I only believe in the fight
If I were a religious man I'd pray for an apocalypse
If I was me....I's still pray for an apocalypse

White Girls Love Slug

2007-01-31T11:23:00.000-08:00

Swimmin' in a bottle of imposters
Losin' my ground in the name of takin' it farther
We can thumb wrestle or we can make a daughter
I thought it was supposed to get easier when you worked harder
Stole the city, I still feel helpless
Baited the hook and caught me a selfish
I'm gonna gut it, clean it, cook it, feed it to a he
And see if I can get him to need me

Haiku

2007-01-30T22:43:00.001-08:00

Nachos Taste good yo
Put Them In my Fucking Gut
Hot Hole Tomorrow

Keep your head up, legs closed, eyes open

2006-11-30T09:26:00.000-08:00

Oh what tangled webs we weave. Guess we've all got skeletons in our closet.

Wonder Why They Call You Bitch

2006-11-27T10:30:00.000-08:00

I think a 2pac tattoo is in order. Also, Posthumous albums creep me out. My birthday was simple. Getting older is kinda odd. My dad was in the hospital again. Mortality sucks. I watched the Goonies 3 times though, that made things better. I spent Saturday night in a pancho.

Tell me how nasty can ya get

2006-11-14T09:59:00.000-08:00

Mexicans appologize in the best of ways. :0) YAY e YAY I saw Sage Francis...You didn't. I'm 10 times cooler than you. I am however rocking Foxy Brown before work....this could make me less cool than you. Anyone hear of anything crazy for New Years? Keep this bitch in mind.

I've had a bad year, a lot to go through...

2006-11-05T09:23:00.000-08:00

In the shadows of darkness, I stand in the light.

Maybe rejection is the high that keeps me coming here...

2006-10-30T10:03:00.000-08:00

chloroform the one...the one that you love.

Call fewer people friends...

2006-10-27T08:56:00.000-07:00

Ok...so my wisdom teefs are gone. No mas. I spent yesterday high as hell on anasteisia and darvocet. Matty came to pick me up and we drank coca en botellas. I also made him blow smoke in my face, because this being high and not smoking thing is a little difficult. I got my hair did and it it oh so cute. um um were having a halloween. Contact me for details. Other than that I want books for my birthday. I miss when all I used to get was books. stuff n things...haha...high.

2006-10-24T21:25:00.000-07:00

Just about 4 days without smoking....I haven't done this since I was like 12. Goddamn I'm proud of myself...and also tired. So very very tired.

Did you know...

2006-10-20T12:12:00.000-07:00

Disneyland accepts almost any currency.

Where my heads been...

2006-10-20T09:23:00.000-07:00

(I fell in love with Sole last night)
okay everyone, put away your boyish desires,
your bouyant sighs,
your rolling eyes,
your lust for rolling rock.
your lust for getting rocks off with other's follies,
all your desires for couch and tv,
pick up a book, pick up a shovel.
put down the gun, throw the fist.
throw intelligent words in this game of conversation.
try a new arrangement,
dollars and sensibility,
intelligence and ability,
eloquence and nobility, delicatessens.
treat your girl like you treat your tv.
how you should use your headphones as positive role models.
try staying home,
stop trying to prove,
stop trying to be,
stop trying to do,
just be, prove, do, and exist.
go to college,
respect your mother,
look out for your little sister,
respect no one except yourself.
treat all others how you expect in return,
exercise intellect, if you lack it, pretend.
call few people enemies and call fewer people friends.
don’t do it for the wealth, do it all for the love.
love everything you do, and do nothing half-heartedly.
be what you speak, man, never speak on what you be.
even if you’re lost, front like you got a plan.it ain't that hard,
but stand if you’re ready to be a man.

And I had forgotten about this little diddy...

Don't deny that sick feeling in your stomach you can't run from it
let it guide you into high view and move beyond the summit
from peeks to valleys speed through alleys if it's done quick
you'll have time to find the caves where the days are never sunlit
find the scriptures made by a society of blind men
who suggest the best direction's where you most likely will find them..
dead set on checkmates embracing a chess set
when bedspreads get wet they're left with the scent of death threats
in 7 seconds I'll become undone, I'm breaking through
if you're around by the time I reach number one I'm taking you
You're not the traveling type? Then hide your baggage better
before you die a normal death and write the average letter
about your internal furnace
and how life's a sexually transmitted disease that you contracted from her kiss
when a boy writes off the world it's done with sloppy misspelled words
if a girl writes off the world it's done in cursive
I'm searching for the cure
this is a sickness
can you hear me, love?
I kick dirt for what it's worth listening to the birds chirp
the same cryptic speech that the breeze speaks and sea repeats
recognizing the cycles with every passing day
writing full demands in the sand with my toe til crashing waves washed it away
I watch what I say now but I hate it
trying to make my mark, afraid of the dark nature of vague statements
that plague vacant parking lots where shopping carts go uncollected
that sick feeling in my stomach start to leave my heart and soul infected
I won't accept it. I do my best to reject patterns til it hurts
every second making bad turns for the worse
she's getting further away I can feel it in the way my bones ache
The ocean sealed it's lips, now the waves won't break
The secrets it won't say has got us trying to break codes in churches
and lately I've been hating its soul purpose
when a boy writes off the world it's done with sloppy misspelled words
if a girl writes off the world it's done in cursive
I'm searching for the curethis is a sickness
can you hear me, love?
Now I look for air pockets to pick, walk with a stick, start picking locks with it
opening up heart-shaped lockets with little arguments
the tawdry trinkets start to split and contradict
those who say one thing but think the opposite
I bit the dust tongue kissing documents in a smoke stack
faith is harder to swallow than pride it, turns our throats black
I want my home back. I know that's not an available option
it's the way that I'm walking in between a cradle and coffin
that makes me pace myself. if half the battle is done right
the other half won't take my health while jacking my shadow's sunlight
to crack it open and find the space between my breaths are desolate
life is just a lie with an "f" in it and death is definite
But after I scratched the surface
I never saw the calm before the storm act so nervous
when a boy writes off the world it's done with sloppy misspelled words
if a girl writes off the world it's done in cursive
I'm searching for her
Can you hear me, love?

Can you get up off your knees...

2006-10-16T09:06:00.000-07:00

Alright it's 9:10 in the morning....My dogs decided to become retardedly amused with something outside and bark till there was no possibility of sleep. School is sucking up every last moment of my life. I keep trying to tell myself in the long run it'll be worth it, however it's getting more difficult to say everyday. Nonetheless, the semester is more than half over. I have to get my wisdom teeth out and Marie wont be here to take care of me. That's lame...she's a cunt. I have a feeling I'm going to get stood up. I was supposed to have a breakfast n besos date. Again, I think I'm getting blown off. Stranger shit has happened. For being a gambling man, he seems to have a problem playing cards with me. Other than that...I had a grilled cheese yesterday, with tomatoes. It kicked your moms ass. Charles and I decided on halloween costumes. Let a sista know if anything's going down. I still want to marry Trent Reznor :/

Best email ever...

2006-10-10T01:12:00.000-07:00

From my neighbor:
"so i was driving the otherday and i saw this girl walking kinda by where we live, and i thought it was you. so i made a you turn and was gonna ask if you wanted a ride, so i pulled up, and i was all "hey cunt want a ride?" and then she looked up and i was like 'OH MY GOD IM SORRY I THOUGHTYOU WERE SOMEONE ELSE' i didnt give her a ride."

2006-10-04T19:51:00.000-07:00

The truth may set you free, however it often makes you feel like shit at the same time. Sidenote I am wearing a Cara specialty...black hoodies with a spray painted heart on the back. HA And also my African American Communities teacher is talking to a preacher about taking a field trip to a black church...RAD!

You know you're pathetic when...

2006-10-04T10:03:00.001-07:00

Mariah Carey is the only thing getting you through your days. HAH

2006-10-01T12:12:00.000-07:00

And there's no ring, no ring on the phone anymore
There's no reason to call, I passed out on the floor.
Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisen dry

Fear is the heart of love

2006-09-24T21:38:00.000-07:00

FUCK TODAY

Suffering from Post Grey's Anatomy Stress Syndrome

2006-09-22T14:12:00.000-07:00

Because I'm all dark and twisty on the inside these days...National Suicide Prevention week and I kinda want to die more than ever...I haven't slept, My eyes are sticky, and everything makes me either want to scream or cry. This is all so typical...im not amused anymore. This is the likings of a girl who is permanantly 17, socially retarded, and a complete intimacy retard. NO LONGER FUCKING AMUSED. I'm losing all faith in everything...I'm like a bad nu-metal song. I have to go get a new cell phone today...FUCKING LOATHE.

How do you know when how much is too much? Too much too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love. Too much to ask... And when is it all just too much to bear?

I have an aunt who whenever she poured anything for you she would say "Say when". My aunt would say "Say when" and of course, we never did. We don't say when because there's something about the possibility, of more. More tequila, more love, more anything. More is better.

You don't get to call me a whore. When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done. So all the boys, and all the bars, and all the obvious daddy issues, who cared? Because I was done. You left me. I'm all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don't get to call me a whore.

No quiero perder la esperanza

2006-09-20T23:31:00.000-07:00

And if you come to me
And if you touch my hand
I might just slip away
I might just disappear
Who am i?
And if you think i'm worth it
And if you think it's not too late
We might start falling
If we don't try to hard
We might start falling in love

We're on the healing path
We're on a roller coaster ride
That could never turn back
And if you love me
And if you really try
To make the seconds count
Then we can close our eyes

Are you high lord...tell me are you fuckin high

2006-09-15T14:20:00.000-07:00

Well, it is Friday and I can hardly contain myself. The poor clock cannot move fast enough. oh 5'o clock where are you. I played hookey for the AM, so I only had to work a total of 5 hours this afternoon. I still am thinking about poking myself in the eye for some entertainment. My boss conveniently forgot to turn in my timesheet and ergo I did not receive my paycheck. Oh the joys of working for imcompetent people. The office smells like elementary school meat, gross. I have also decided that although there are extreme benefits to teleportation, such as reductions in DUIs I have to believe infidelity rates as well as murders would skyrocket. Oh the possibilities of being undetectable. Marie and I went to mocha last night...we gave the youth some dating advice. Oh the comedy. Im a big fan of just punching girls in the ovaries. It would solve a lot more problems than everyone thinks. Marie and I have also decided that we are the birth control vigilantes, if we find out you're having unprotected sex were going to start force feeding RU-486 down your gullet, DAILY bitches. This in return will provide for a leaner figure cause your dumbass won't be able to keep down food. I should be awarded the Goddamn Noble Peace prize.

Ven Bailalo

2006-09-08T16:27:00.000-07:00

Ok, I have thirty five minutes until I am off the clock and I would like to be able to spend every single second of those typing away about myself on this beautiful little blog. Not really, I'm just trying to waste sometime. I'd really like to dance my socks off this weekend. Do I hear Rosarito? Anyone, Anyone? I have 250 pesos in my purse just dying to be spent. Marie and I have spent the last hour discussing art. MMM MM art fags. I've got a few ideas. On a sidenote I totally almost bought some Baby Phat clothing today. Thankfully, I'm broke. Update on the Steve Foley case, if anyone pays attention. The woman who was in his car and supposedly tried to run over the police officer was said to be a hero, by her attorney yesterday in court. HA. I like that. I also like that the women in my office are fighting over me because I'm a precious commodity, really that means I'm a competant worker. On another sidenote I'd like to travel to the center of the earth. I think I would come back with some good stories. I also think marie might be the missing link to the Mayans. Just a thought. I had free mr. taco for lunch, it was bomb. Also, someone should buy me a Banksy book for my birthday. Paz

Now this is what I call friendship

2006-08-28T19:05:00.000-07:00

"also i was watching harold and kumar last night and in the end when kumar is trying to convince harold to go to amsterdam,i realized that i am harold and you are kumar" -Marie

She wants to dance to my pulse but I've got heart murmurs

2006-08-24T20:47:00.000-07:00

I'm home and I hate it. I fell in love with Mexico. I'd go back in a heartbeat, but it's just not the right time I suppose. I missed everyone very much, but I also know this trip made me evolve dramatically, maturity wise that is. I'm not as terrified of being alone anymore. I know I am capable of doing things without the help of others. I don't know why it always frieghtened me so much, looking back I've always done things on my own. Funny, I suppose. I straightened out the drama. I guess, for the time being. I don't care. And what I mean by that is, the tiffs are more comical than anything to me. This one wasn't though, I cried a lot. That made me realize a lot. But things are better and I like that. I finally got to see my whiskey kitty. YAY for me. I want to start doing some artsy things. I also think we should all start planning a rager for my birthday. If anyone would like to voluteer their house, please notify me. School started today. White people talking about Affirmative Action in African American Communities classes are stupid. "Quotas, Quotas, Quotas." HAH White people are silly. Marie is the coolest friend in the world because she is bringing me chile rellenos right now, then were off to complain about life and smoke cigarettes. Aww the life. Placebo is coming to town and I'm going to try and do dirty dirty things to Brian Molko because he is the mierda.

Its a gamble...double down or dont

2006-08-08T12:22:00.000-07:00

Here´s a quick update. I went to Acapulco...it sucked. The undertow about killed me and everything was a bit too expensive. However, the hotel parties were fun. Seeing as how there were about 15-20 kids from our school in one hotel. AWESOME. I went to a foam party on the beach...wtf. People really have foam parties? Then we went to this super rad club that was entirely windows overlooking the ocean. There was a storm so we danced and watched the ocean. Apparently this weekend were all going to Puebla and getting hotel rooms. This place is awesome. I miss home, but Im not ready to come deal with the real shit that is awaiting. I cannot deal with real emotions right now. Lauryn Hill, tequila, spanish, and my new found amigos are about all I can handle. There are a few things that are eating me away and Id like to avoid them for as long as possible. Alas....tonight were off to Los Arcos then La Estacion. Clubbin bitches. Paz beeches, I gotta pick up my laundry.

2006-08-04T05:50:00.000-07:00

Im spending the weekend in fucking Acapulco...youre not...hah. I also saw the lucha libres last night. Cooler than you´re fucking mom. I shall update more when I come home from Acapulco. PS I have had a total of 13 hours sleep in the last 3 days. Hell yeah for clubs.

Drinking to keep from sobbing

2006-07-27T13:47:00.000-07:00

So this is my third time trying to write about my journey of the last week. They say power outtages are frequent in Mexico. Im still not used to them. Thank god it was only a blog post. There was a number of poor saps writing papers in here when the power went out the last time. Here goes. Cuernavaca, Morelos, Mexico. That is where I am and let me tell you the trip started off as a disaster. I began drinking at approximately 11 AM on the plane to keep from heaving. I land, where´s my group i think to myself. APPARENTLY the director gave us directions to the Hertz counter in the international terminal. I was in the national terminal. Silly me. Ergo i sat on my suitcase and cried for 2 hours until my director finally spotted me. After calming down we drive to Cuernavaca from mexico city to meet the families were staying with low and behold I get stuck with the quietest most religious mexican woman ever. Whoever heard of a quiet mexican? well, except for Robert and maybe Marie, but they don´t count because they´re an entire different breed of human. Where´s the cultural experience I payed for goddammit. I proceed directly to my room where I sit and cry. I am later interrupted by a pounding on my door and my roomate yelling get dressed were going out. We went to Mambo Cafe where we met a couple of CSUSM grad Students, our director, and a student from our group. My arrival was met with a shot of repsado and a bottle of bacardi for the table. I salsa´d with a super gay boy. Twas awesome. On the way home, we got lost naturally. My roomate who speaks spanish very well thankfully handled the situation where i laughed hysterically to myself. Murphys law has taken to sticking to me like fucking glue. YAY!!! The next day us girls go down town and what happend oh a storm of course. TAXIS WILL NOT STOP FOR YOUR WHITE ASS WHILE ITS RAINING. 5 girls, in the rain, no umbrellas..hilarious. Alma and I did not have keys, we got the one house in the fucking program that doesnt give keys. The woman would not answer the door and therefor we stood in the rain some more. HAH. After another day of bibles, jesus statues, and mother mary posters Alma and I discussed moving out. The icing on the cake was when the woman told Alma it was her fault she had asthma due to her lack of faith in the lord. Out we moved. Thankfully with a really nice lady and her kids. Her two kids at home are 21 and 25. She cooks, she laughs at everything, and calls us mija. There´s the culture I was looking for. I swear I´ve gotten more culture sneaking out of a mexican´s house on a saturday morning than I did in the first lady´s house. Other than feeling completely and utterly alone everything is good. I suppose this is the closest to a cave i will ever get...traveling. I think non stop all day everyday. My headphones, my journal, my smokes....my only friends. I thought I could figure things out while i was down here, but it seems i might only be confusing myself more. 4-5 months ago everything made sense but now I couldnt tell you which way was up. Im reading Tom Robbins´and hes fucking me up. ¨How do you make love stay¨is the theme. No one knows. You can´t he says, love is the biggest outlaw of them all. I´m crazy and miss everyone bunches. I expect a rager when I get home. I want stories mother fuckers.

2006-07-20T17:00:00.000-07:00

I leave in less than 48 hours...i kinda want to vomit.

I guess this is growing up

2006-07-12T11:47:00.000-07:00

10 days left bitches...this has never been more true. hahahahah
It's alright to tell me what you think about me
I won't try to argue or hold it against you
I know that you're leaving you must have your reasons
the season is calling and your pictures are falling down

The steps that I retrace the sad look on your face
the timing and structure did you hear he fucked her?
a day late a buck short I'm writing the report
on losing and failing when I move I'm flailing now

And it's happened once again
I'll turn to a friend
someone that understands
sees through the master plan

But everybody's gone
and I've been here for too long
to face this on my own
well I guess this is growing up
well I guess this is growing up

And maybe I'll see you at a movie sneak preview
you'll show up and walk by on the arm of that guy
and I'll smile and you'll wave we'll pretend it's okay
the charade it won't last when he's gone I won't come back

We all have blogs. HAH

This is what a soul collapse looks like.

2006-06-28T23:54:00.000-07:00

Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or are we just getting more lost?

I'll show you mine if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them with our own words

We live on front porches and swing life away,
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand

I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move
The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow

I've got some friends, some that I hardly know
But we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go

Swing Life Away

Did you forget to take your meds?

2006-06-28T08:21:00.000-07:00

The fair will be over in 7 days. I cannot explain to you how exstatic I am about this. On July 5th I will be driving to satan's asshole, no not the DMV, Modesto California rather to visit my aunt and uncle and my new baby niece (2nd cousin but who's counting branches on the family tree). This is the first time I've been to my normal job in weeks. It still sucks, but the air conditioning is nice. This little stint has made me realize exactly what I do not want out of life. Some fucking cubicle to decorate with little helpful sayings just to get me through my depressing mundane life. Thank you, I'll pass. Marie and I had an eventful Monday evening. Of course we went to hang out at 3 Am with my ex boyfriend and his current girlfriend who at one time was his ex girlfriend. Perfectly normal, perfectly healthy. Twas rather uncomfortable and when things got akward marie and I sang Mana. It cures the bubble guts. The days are flying by and Mexico will be here any moment now. I'm rather scared. I don't know which thought is worse, the idea that I might not want to come home or the idea that I'll want to come home immediately. I am determined to have a good time though. There is a lot to see and a lot do. Things with the male human are going well. No freak outs as of lately. I'm rather proud of myself for the way I've been handling our situation. No yelling matches, no rude unneccesary comments, and most of all no possesive, co dependency issues. The most important thing of all Whiskey has no more fleas. That is all for now. Buy the new Placebo. It'll kick your ass. Find me a place to live and a job for Marie and I in Beliz.

I hope my feet don't fail me now

2006-06-19T09:31:00.000-07:00

I'm in pain. Like WHOAH. Standing in one place for 14 hours hurts the piggys. The fair is kicking my ass. It's money and that's all that really matters. I'm slowly losing my mind. Strung out on sugar free red bull and cigarettes. I think my body might collapse if I chose to actually eat food. HAH. Wooden teeth, rubber legs. That's all I know. Someone I went to high school with had a baby the other day. a baby. People have lives. I'm working at the fair to pay off my visa. Way to go on life Raeven. I've accepted the fact that I'm never going to have anyone ever again and honestly who wants someone.....it fucking ends. You give numerous years of your life to someone and when it ends you have shit to show for it. Marie and I are going to the next Morrissey convention though. Hopefully I will get to sleep with hot mexican boys with pomps. MMMM I want a beer...its 930 in the morning. Pathetic. Hairdresser on fire bitches. Marie also pointed out that "I'm just one of those people who doesn't like funny bands." hahah I make no sense. blah blah

Never had a Drink that I didn't like...

2006-06-06T14:41:00.000-07:00

Got a tast of you, threw up all night. Made a blog so now I'm really cool. No more livejournal for my intellectual ass. Oh no. It's blogger full force these days. I figure this will give me something to do at work as well as keep everyone updated on how absolutely crazy I am. To the 5 of you who will read this...If you ever see the pirate man Marie mentioned in her post....STAY THE FUCK AWAY.