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Tuesday, October 15th, 2002
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3:02 pm - where did martin go?
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soooooooooooooooooooooooo.......... i got's myself a boyfriend.
a'ight.
after all that gay bashing in highschool. ok, i admit..
IT WAS CAUSE IM A FLAMMER!!
toodles!
current mood:  mischievous
current music: coheed
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| Saturday, September 21st, 2002
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6:17 pm
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I came out of Sam's appartment and was totally demolished. I need more figgin' beer. the best cure for a hangover- more poison.
cheep life.
cheep existance.
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| Saturday, September 14th, 2002
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10:39 pm
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11:00 am
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Feeling pretty shitty. WAY to much to drink last night. Don't remember large portions of it.
The day was going pretty plainly, I worked my usual 11:30-6 Sunday shift. Kinda boring actually. With about 15 minutes left in the day, Mindy comes in and want's to hang out. Cool. So after we close up the store, we go to Dennys. Had a chicken sandwich. Goodtimes. Over the course of dinner, we decide to get some booze, and head back to her apartment and watch Fight Club, which she'd just bought.
We hit an ATM, then the liquor store, and bought ALOT of stuff. Rum, Vodka, Mikes Hard Lemonade, Hardcore Cider, and those little Paradise Punch Jack Daniels things.
We get to her place, make up some drinks and are watching fight club when her roomates come back with friends. This is where things got weird. Her friends bust out a Hooka and start smoking alot of pot. Which, as I've said before, I'm cool with, but I just don't do. But they were smoking alot, and I think I got some contact buzz. But I continued drinking, ALOT. I killed the Rum, some Hard Cider, some Paradise Punch and a littl Mikes. Their now well baked friends started getting antsy for some food, so I, in all my drunken glory annonces that I'll make some Mac and Cheese. Despite my difficulties (I accidentally spilled some water and made the pilot light go out.... I scalded myself trying to drain the water) I think it turned out pretty well. But I was really drunk at this point.
I don't remember leaving her Apartment, but I do remember her driving us (In my car). I think I got overly emotional at some song on the stereo. Oops. Oh well.
We arrived at some other party back in the Neighborhood. Alot of people I didn't know, but this girl (Jessica?) knew me, and we ended up talking about people we knew all night. But I was still continuing to drink heavily. Now beer. I was really gone. I think I fell out of some chair at one point. Not my proudest moments.
I don't quite know what happened but Mindy and I argued about something, so I told her I was leaving, so I started walking, even thought I didn't know QUITE where I was. I knew I wanted to get back to Record and Tape Traders because that's where Mindy had left her car, and I figured she'd eventually come for it in mine, and, if she didn't at least when someone showed up for work in the morning, I'd be able to get a ride home. So I'm walking for a bit, and realize I'm going the wrong direction. So I turn around and walk some more. And fall once or twice (Drunk AND flip flops, not a good combo). I finally get to the Store, (It was about 3 am I guess?), Mindy's car is still there, so I lay down and go to sleep on the sidewalk in front of the store for a bit.
After an half hour or so, the Cops show up. Three cop cars pull into the lot, all facing their headlights right on me. Scary. They want to know what's going on, so I tell them the whole story. It helped matters ALOT that I still had on my Record and Tape Traders shirt, it was easy to assure them I worked there. They hung around asking questions for a bit, but then they finally left me there, and I think I got some more sleep.
And that's where I was until 9 am this Morning when Greg showed up to open the store, and was suprised to find me. But he drove me home, shaking his head at my tale of my wild night, but assuring me that he'd had worse.
Stroll into the house at 9:30 and Mom is a little curious about my evening (Particularly the whereabouts of my car), but I think genuinely glad I never try to drive when drinking. At noon, my Mom told me Mindy had called, and that my Car and Keys where at Record and Tape Traders now. I picked it up a little while ago.
And that was MY Sunday. So another stupid idiotic drunken night on my part.
current mood:  rejected
current music: David Bowie
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10:45 am - go'go
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Favorite Soul: The Egyptian ka, which takes the form of a bird with a human head.
Favorite Mod: It's a race between the five mod capitals of the world, split between Jamie Rave(London), Julian Lawton(Northern England), Andy Broughton-Braithwaite (Camden), Frederik Ekander (Stockholm) and Rodger "Dutch" Phillips (West Hartford, Connecticut).
Favorite Mod Revival: My own, 1996-present.
Favorite New Wave: The one that smashed my front window in December 1991 and let me live in a hotel for 3 months while they worked on fixing the house up.
Favorite Hardcore: Some 70s porno I saw at Ron and Thanh's loft that looked like it was shot at the Oakwood.
Favorite Oi: The breaks in the Jam's "Pretty Green" at concerts.
Favorite RAC: Rent-A-Cop?
Favorite Punk: Alexandra Jones.
Favorite Post Punk: Chris Robert.
Favorite Goth: My roommate from freshman year, who once got drunk and tried to cut himself up with the X-Acto knife he used to make vampire action figure models with.
Favorite Garage: My neighbor's, which was sort of a childhood hangout.
Favorite Techno: I don't Techno for an answer.
Favorite Electronica: Sylvania, because my dad's company had a deal with them for cheap TVs and stuff.
Favorite Trip-Hop: Dick Van Dyke stumbling over the ottoman.
Favorite HipHop: Rap
Favorite solos rapper: Word Up Werd, my rap name from when I was 10.
Favorite R&B (hip hop): Rap 'n' Bullsh--
Favorite R&B (female): Riannon & Bossa Nova
Favorite solo female from the 60's: My mom, especially when she puked in the car of one of the Five Satins after getting wasted at a party in New Haven. ("In the Still of the Night," indeed.)
Favorite Metal: Aluminum which i am determined to pronounce the British way, as is the way of the poseur.
Favorite Indie: Jesse "Ed" Davis, L.A. Native American session guitar player for George Harrison and John Lennon in the 1970s.
Favorite riot girl: Rah Rach Rachel Rudemod
Favorite Emo: Phillips, legendary 80s comedian.
Favorite new band that has a video: La Dolce Beat. Between the four of us, we probably have a bunch.
Favorite band that really doesn't fit into any category but needs to be up here: Mine Coif, although I think Mein Kopf would make more sense.
Favorite Pop: Frank Seventeen
Favorite Synthpop: Ghost Dad
Favorite Shoegazer: Alexandra from Espresso Royale
Favorite Country: Sweden
Favorite Industrial: Entertainment
Favorite Folk Singer: Rob Robinson
Favorite Comedian that put out a CD: Morrissey
Favorite Alternative: Mozzarella cheese instead of chicken breast.
Favorite Disco: Das basement von den Gasthaus aus Munchen (where Max and I drank and danced with Germans in November 1998).
Favorite Britpop: Mr Brown, the man who found Paddington in the train station and took him home.
Favorite Britpop guy that went solo: Robbie Williams (Take that, Take That!)
Favorite Reggae: Jah Stadt I & I
Favorite Chic Singer: I don't know who the girl singers in Chic were, but i totally dig Bernie E. and Nile Rodgers. From the "Yowsah, Yowsah, Yowsah"s of their debut hit "Dance Dance Dance," to the CLASSIC bassline of Good Times, also the basis for Rapper's Delight AND Another One Bites the Dust, to Nile's groundbreaking production work with artists like Madonna in the 80s and 90s, a couple of very valuable pop tunesmiths.
current mood:  jubilant
current music: the weak- fornicate
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