July 31, 2008
· Filed under Livin' · Tagged billy joel, cats, cheeto, crying myself to sleep
hello, i am jack. it is 3am on a thursday and mike is drinking me.
why do days of the week need to be capitalized? so stupid.
today is the last day i lived with gavin and the last day i am paying for internets. weird, no more excellent stories of fights to be had and bitches to be laid. no more downloading obscure movies and playing video games for 20 hours in a day. and no more cats. no more cats. grandma carol took my cats for me today and i was sad. i got home from work, they are always waiting for me at the door, i was sad.
tomorrow i clean my house and start my adventure, kinda. i have been saying, ‘man i really want some jack’ like this entire week. so tonight i went and bought some of that best friend, it went well. while it was going i read this, a strange story about a seemingly ordinary thing turned to excellence. you should read it while listening to billy joel- piano man. god bless.
oh yeah, i mean ’science bless.’
dude, how about those links in this post? poor man’s blogging.
July 27, 2008
· Filed under Livin' · Tagged skype, Talk, vulcans
gavin and i have pretty opposite schedules, he normally works days, i work nights, we never have the same days off. last night was a nice change of pace, we actually got to hang out a little and have a few drinks. it made me a little sad. we have shared living space for almost 5 years, and while we have our differences, he is easily the the best roommate i have ever lived with . gavin, i am going to miss you.
so we were sitting on the couch drunk and watching some random show, gavin says, ‘hey that is the guy from star trek.’ referring to some dude on voyager, he follows up with, ‘once a vulcan, always a vulcan!’ that seriously blew my mind, i mean who the hell says that? gavin does, and that is why he is awesome.
if you want to hear something awesome, please take a peek at this. it is a group of 60ish belgian girls led by the Scala & Kolacny Brothers. it is some pretty awesome stuff if you are into ambience and awesomeness.
i also made a poopy button so you can add me to skype, this is probably going to be the way to talk to me while i am gone. ok, bye. wait, i used various forms of ‘awesome’ 4 times in as many paragraphs, rad.
July 9, 2008
· Filed under Livin' · Tagged boobs, communism!, vodka, wasted
all i can tell from this picture is that i desperately need to visit the ukraine.
a wise man, j. peterman once told me, “it’s a hot night. the mind races. you think about your knife, the only friend who hasn’t betrayed you, the only friend who won’t be dead by sunup. sleep tight, mates, in your quilted chambray nightshirts.”
snuggled against the polish border is the girl who left these ciggs at my apartment. no, i can’t pronounce her name. i do remember dimitri and kirill, and what they represent: vodka, and an awesome time. perhaps not in that order, but i will be damned if i didn’t experience both in their excellent company tonight.
what i saw tonight blew the mind, these guys worked the numbers game like a black man in pre-capone chicago. that is a good thing right? that makes no sense. call someone, hangup; call someone, talk for a bit, hang up; repeat all night until we had a place to go. surgical precision all executed in 3 different languages! except we ended up at my apartment, oh well.
well, it is 6:30am, i spent the morning at the pool, allegedly drunk. for some horrible reason the kahlua is out, whoever or whatever brought that into play will be sorry tomorrow. so, hot girl, too innocent for the spa, hah! you are nice. security guard that lives across the way from me, i am sorry we were shooting bottle rockets at your building, thanks for being a good sport. kirill, who kept handing me vodka like it was my birthright, excellence. and dimitri, thank jesus you ate all of that ice cream before i did, good friend.
July 6, 2008
· Filed under Livin' · Tagged relax, work
work is so weird, it changes people in a bad way. people always seem different outside of work, the stress and hours bring out the worst in them. carla quit the other day, bummer, i have worked with her for 6 years now so that is a little sad. she was a server unfortunately, the only nice one, basically a soul-sucking group of greedy assholes if they don’t like you. of course i get along with everyone, but carla didn’t and now she is gone, victim to that rabid group of animals.
i think it is a good idea to socialize with your co workers outside of your job, it brings a bit of humanity back into the equation. after spending an hour drinking beer with your most hated co worker they go from being a greedy bastard to just another asshole. it is good to know that deep down, everyone is an asshole.
after getting off work early on the 4th to go to adam’s ‘party,’ then driving all the way down to clairemont only to find adam asleep, i called steve and we decided to drink and recoup from work, it was a horrible idea. the night itself was one to remember, knob creek, beer, and questionable decisions involving swimming pools and daft punk, but saturday was hell. bad tips, annoying customers, and 2 of the 3 bartenders could barely breathe weeeee! luckily the weekend balanced itself out with THREE baseball games this afternoon and a case of sam adams summer ale! the yankees split with the red sox, nadal beat mcDouche federer, and the beer was excellent.
the world is sane again, even if i don’t capitalize.
random stumble awesomeness.
