Wednesday, July 25, 2007

SAMMICH

So I sat at Subway for lunch today since Gigi, Jenel, and Jay have Tuesdays off, and I ordered my very favorite SIX INCH CHICKEN TERIYAKI SUB WITH OLIVES, PICKLES, A LITTLE LETTUCE, GIARDINERA, AND LOTS-N-LOTS OF SWEET ONION SAUCE.

It's been months since I've had this sandwich. I sat there with this delicious sandwich, a cold ass coke, and BBQ Baked Lays in front of me, getting ready to demolish it all, when some fool comes and sits down at the next table over, facing me.

You can't eat like an animal when someone can potentially be watching you, unless it's your sister, then who cares. My sister hates how I eat, she says I disgust her. VERY FEW people have seen me REALLY eat. Everyone else gets a very toned down version of the animal eater in Nen.

So I couldn't devour my sammich. BASTARD.

Next time I'll do it anyway and scare away all of the Subway patrons.

Today kinda sucked because I was the only one in my section tonight. Although, there was good news for one person at Chase. Eddie got a badass promotion today. I KNEW he'd get it, but he was skeptical. Congratulations to you, Edweirdo :) Now you can get your stewpid Subaru and leave the Sciontist club! (Although I don't see WHY you'd wanna leave the Sciontist club, we're all pretty spectacular)

I get to see Incubus many hours from now. I'm so enthralled, I think I've soiled my pants.

God I want a soda so bad right now. But it would have to be a fountain drink. What is it about a fountain drink (versus the canned or bottled drink) that tastes so freekin good?!

No clue.

Ok, I'm off to sleep to dream of raping Brandon Boyd...repeatedly....::drooooool::

QOTD
Jorge: What's good to eat for memory enhancement?
Lynda: Carrots maybe?
Elena: A vacation!
Jorge: WHAT? How am I gonna eat a vacation?!

"Here Jenny, you should take some of my fat."
-Gigi-

"You bastard!!! When the hell did you get so hot!!! WOWSERS!!! That bikini pic is outstanding, darling...if I had ur body I would walk around naked all day!!! God hates me, dude, seriously. You get to drink coke, have fatttening foods, and pretty much eat whatever the hell you want and you don't gain weight. That's just crazy! I guess reincarnation must exist then. You must have been a 400 pound obese lady stuck to a hospital bed in your past life, but saintly, and your last wish before death to God was, "Make me thin in my next life." So here you are, new and improved; and STILL saintly. I hate you!!! (shakes menacing fist) But only cuz ur skinny and hot, you twerp. Other than that you are the shit!!! lol"
-Laura- (message on myspace)

Friday, July 06, 2007

yyyeah...we're gonna leave now...

Ro-Fav and I went to Hideout tonight 'cause we're cool like that. I had no idea who was playing. It's not Tuesday, so I know it wasn't the badass 2-man band with the overalls, kazoo, guitars, and washboard.

We got there and on stage was this homeless lookin' ass mo-fo. We quietly crept in and claimed the empty table at the front. The only thing darker than us in there was perhaps the room itself, which was lit mostly by yellow Christmas lights and candles.

The hobo dude, whose name turned out to be Otis Gibbs was pretty badass. My favorite song was the last song he sang...he called it a waltz. I looked it up, it's called "karluv most." I fell in love with the melody he played on the guitar...it kinda took me out of the room, and onto a moonlit garden in my head, where I sit geniuinely laughing.

Another song he sang that I liked for the words was called "i wanna change it." He is singing to the woman he loves about the world, telling her it is not too late to change it, and that if they wanted to, they could change it, and that he wants to change it with her. He was a good lyricist, witty, scary lookin as hell, but very talented with his INDIA/FOLK/AMERICANA music.

After he was done, the "main act" came on stage. Initially, we couldn't tell the "main act's" gender, but later found out it was the talentless Tom House. Well, let's not say talentless, he was OK on the guitar. BUT WOW, vocals? Not-s'much.

So what do you do when you are OBVIOUSLY thoroughly enjoying the first act, but then the 2nd act comes up, and he sucks ass, but you're sitting right up front, and you know like 48 seconds into the FIRST song that you probably won't make it through any more of this shit, but you don't want to hurt his feelings????

We did the polite thing, stayed for a few songs, taking comfort in our beers and in the fact that we really liked Otis Gibbs. But ya better believe we kinda slipped out of our chairs, and peaced out while crazy was on stage.

Otis was sitting right behind us. I made sure to let him know how much he rocked.

QOTD
"It's not an encore, I'm just too lazy to get off of the stage."
-Otis Gibbs

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Love Mold

Everytime I publically (sp?) declare my dislike for the 4th of July, I'm always greeted with an astonished "But Why??" as if I just said I like to eat babies or something.

I've never really had a stellar 4th of July. They've all been mediocre and somewhat lonely, even when I was in a relationship. As the years have gone by, I cared less and less for that romantic, cuddling while watching the fireworks on the grass thing that everyone does.

My one and only romantic fireworks was not even on the 4th of July, it was on Venetian Night, and it was on a badass boat.

So, yeah, fuck the 4th of July.

And I'm not saying fuck what it celebrates, because independence is dope.

Rather, I think what I meant to say is...fuck fireworks and FUCK CROWDS! YEAH!

I had to work today, and considering my distaste for the holiday, I didn't really mind. I really only minded missing out on beers and BBQ with the famo.

(Although those fat bastards didn't even save me a plate.)

When I came back from work, I tossed back a few brews with my bros and their ladies, and thus ended my 4th...hungrily, and humorous.

Here are your QOTDS

Moira: I loved it when you'd visit, so I didn't wanna go out with you right away. So I'd just invite you out with my friends, and then I liked you so much cause you grew on me.

Tony: So you're saying I'm mold?

Moira: Yes, you're my love mold!