Thursday, March 31, 2005

I'm Back!

When was the last time I posted anyhting? I think it was November. Well, nobody read it then and nobody'll read it now, so it hardly matters.

Wednesday, November 03, 2004

I didn't want to believe it

For months I have envisioned the outcome of this election pretty much the way it happened. But at least with that I could hold out hope that (as is often the case) I was wrong. Once the reality of it hits it is much harder to deal with than the projection of it. I feel like i got the shit kicked out of me...by America itself.

Friday, October 15, 2004

Everybody's working for the weekend!

Okay, that's not true. I'm not working for the weekend, that's all I know. I know a guy who saw Loverboy on acid in like 1981, I think that's pretty cool. Wait, now I'm starting to second guess myself about whether or not "Working for the Weekend" is Loverboy. Even if it's not, Loverboy on acid = cool, any which way you tell it.
Potrero Hill is dull, and I cannot wait to go home and probably do nothing because these days that's what I think Friday nights are for. I haven't written on this thing in like two weeks. Who cares? I spend far too much time on Myspace. I do better with virtual friends than real ones.
Blah blah blah. Yakety Schmakety.

Wednesday, September 29, 2004

one more word about DM

Seriously people...if you're not currently living in a dorm I can't understand why you listen to Dave Matthews. I mean I listen to lots of crap too, so I'm sorry i'm so critical. It just seems like this country thrives on mediocrity. Like remember when Garth Brooks was selling more than like the Beatles. Give me a break.

Everyone needs headphones...continued

Oh my Lord...one day, after those awful free concerts in the park where a bunch of dorm-room hippies came out to pledge allegiance to their lame god Dave Matthews, this kid on the bus obviously wanted to say something and I had my headphones on so i Ignored him, but he became more persistant so I said "yes" and he said, "oh, that's so cool, you're listening to Dave Matthews". I was so pissed, but I pick my battles so I was just like, "no, sorry, he's not on here". Fuck Dave Matthews, I'm nodding off just thinking about him.

Everyone needs headphones

I am so sick of the 22 Fillmore. I ride that fucking bus everyday and there is never any shortage of freaks, weirdos and malcontents. Luckily I can tune them out with my trusty Ipod. Even more useful than that is using it to pretend I don't hear the jerk-off that tries to start some pointless conversation with me. It seems that every time I leave it home I end up regretting it cause Charlie Crazy/Boring starts sounding off to me despite my more than obvious disinterest. Please people, unless I know you already the 22 is the last place in the world I want to chat with anyone, especially after a long day of work.

Geez I'm tired

I'm so lame. I didn't even do anything last night, but getting up at 7:30 am almost ensures that i'm never going to actually wake-up the whole day. So i just drink a lot of coffee and sometimes it gets out of hand.

Tuesday, September 28, 2004

The Love Parade (or whatever it's called)

Oh Geez...is this going to be a weekend of a bunch of ravers all hopped up on e and hugging one another? It seems like every weekend in this city is some new hippie fest. I'm really getting sick of it. Now we normal people have to spend the weekend being bombarded with German techno. Thanks a lot, hippies.