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Saturday, October 28, 2000
oh man, oh manoshavitz. all that talk about absolution (what the fuck was that?) led to an extremely strange dream involving the pope and RUDY (from the india house). i was in a houseboat floating in the air (fucking whippets) and rudy busted in and tried to bust everyone for smoking pot but the pope was trying to get him to calm down. rudy had a mohawk and wouldnt listen to the pope and i thought it was very strange that even the pope couldnt get rudy to let us go. i kept saying "even the pope cant solve some things".
jesus, vicki. lay off the hippy crack.
i will elaborate/explain later. or maybe not.
posted by vic
@ 12:50
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ok, so i should really stop doing these late night blogs after a night of self-destruction.
i feel like i may be the mother no one had. hahaha. i dont expect that to make sense to anyone else. but, really, if you think about it, i might be dead on.
in the end, people just want to be absolved. you dont have to be catholic, you dont even have to be religious. but in the end, no matter who you are, you really just want someone to tell you that it's okay. that everything was okay. everything you've done - oh the girl you hurt, and the time you fucked up, and when you made another person feel like shit, and oh, the old times, you really just want to be told that it's okay. you weren't the breaking point in someone else's life. because people will take a lot of shit. people will take it like a fucking mule. and you can keep on piling it on and generally, people still wont break.
in the end though, you have to forgive yourself. because no one else is really going to do it for you. no mother, no lover is going to give you that. no one is going to say to me - hey, it was all okay, everything you did was okay because that's what you had to do. i have to say it and i have to believe it.
if my gay hairdresser, ron, was here he would add a little rainer-maria-esque "for yourself" to that sentence.
i see things that i dont think other people see (no, not dead people). i cant stop seeing this incredible humanity in everyone. it makes everything a little sad but it sure as hell makes everything equal out.
nothing anyone says is an accident.
i wish i could forgive myself. my other versions. this is a healing process. i am very aware of being in the midst of a healing process.
whoa - that ani line - "my cunt is built like a wound that wont heal. now you dont have to ask because you know how i feel". i wish i could have that tattoed on my fucking head.
maybe if i didnt sleep all day i could be aware of this then too. but there are so many distractions during the day. at night is when i feel truly connected to myself. i see what is wrong but it's so hard to put it into practice in the daylight.
it doesnt matter who is next to you, you still fall asleep by yourself.
im sorry that i use this to do my headwork. please forgive me. oh, wait, it wouldnt really matter if you did that after all.
posted by vic
@ 04:14
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I've been livin' in China
posted by marko
@ 02:23
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oh ive done whippets. whipets whippets whippets. i love them. i am worried because i love them. whoa, i almost wrote him there. yikes. that;sscatry. hoooh man. whippets. i think i have received all the knowledge of the world in a very nice way but now i am rocking. and i am off
posted by vic
@ 01:56
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Friday, October 27, 2000
argh!! right now somebody is blasting that damn "who let the dogs out woof woof woof woof" song and some neolith is screaming along with the woofing part. god, you make something marketable and you tell people it's cool and they will bark for you. brilliant. i just have this feeling that this song is not popular in chicago and if i was still there i would have never had to hear it. can someone please tell me if this song has in fact taken over the world or if it's just plaguing the NY tri-state area? thanks. i think this really needs to be addressed. maybe im getting old but this is one of the worst songs to ever reach mass appeal. they even superimposed "mets" over "dogs" and turned it into a sports thing. and dont try to tell me that "i put my hands up on your hips i do the dip, you dip, we dip" was worse because although it had a god-awful video, it was more musically complex and pleasing than this shit. woof.
posted by vic
@ 20:35
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Everybody have faith in the fact that the whole answer of everything lays beneath the torn old forlorn sheets of that saaaodijj. It boils down to the fact that Beatles : Revolver is the best fucking life masterpiece ever.
posted by marko
@ 18:23
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I finally figured it out folks. THe apocalypse has startedted 332. It's really sad that it's Friday.
posted by marko
@ 17:46
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I got my phone bill today, and needless to say, I will never call anybody..again...ever. It cost about 500 fucking dollars American. One phone call to my sister in prague for 71 minutes cost about 100 dollars in itself. I cannot tell my parents about this royal fuck up or else my ass will be graaaassss. I'm gonna tell them that it cost about 300 american, and then tell them that I have to pay for some international student fees. Shit. I thought the web of lies that encompassed high school was done.
posted by Record Album
@ 17:41
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ahhh, jodie sweetin is everywhere!!! she was just telling me that "motownphilly is back again" via interpretive dance on my television. and, okay. that's the only other place i've seen her. maybe i should settle down.
today doctor c----k double my dose of zoloft but made it clear that he was not very confident that it would be very beneficial. he asked me again if i hear voices (no). he mentioned that there are "other methods" of controlling depression, and that perhaps we would explore these avenues if the zoloft/serzone don't seem to do anything. i did not ask what these alternative methods might entail, because then i wouldn't have had anything to consume my imagination all day (which informs me they may wrap me in icy sheets and place me in a bath of ice, an experimental form of shock therapy used in the sixties).
i returned home to find two voice mail messages: one from my stepmom, and another from george w. bush. great. i wish that guy would buzz off.
i spent the rest of the afternoon doing... nothing. trying to fall asleep, no luck. blah blah blah.
posted by marisa jo
@ 17:25
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Kelly Coffee or Jodie Sweetin? This is what Kelly would look like if she ditched those glasses and dyed her hair blonde
posted by rayve nation
@ 16:42
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Alright folks. I'm feelin the apocolypse comin down tonight. It's all over.
posted by marko
@ 16:01
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oh, now, for the love of god...why dont you people STOP me from writing things like that? it's amazing how different things look in the daytime. it's amazing how different everything feels if you just allow yourself to wake up the next day. it isnt so hard in the morning after you've slept and skipped both your classes. muwahahahah. i know im manic, give me a break. the whole entire following pity-party blog, while it is all true, doesnt seem so urgent and desperate now. in fact, it's not really any new news. yeah, so im fucked up about men. so what? we all knew that. no big surprise. i guess the surprise is i want to change it. i really, REALLY want to change it. and really the whole entire thing could have been summed up so much nicer - recipe for destruction: add sex and stir.
posted by vic
@ 14:31
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before i left home i would get these moments of weird realization, driving around alone in my car, george in one hand with my music on. occasionally, this thought would pop into my head - why doesnt anything hurt anymore? it would always scare me because i know that isnt forever. i would even start to wonder when things would ever feel not right again. i missed the not right with the world. i missed being outside of my comfort bubble. i missed struggling and i missed pain.
but fuck that noise cuz i know what it's like now and it's harder than hell. it's harder than anything i have ever had to do before and i am at the breaking point. i know that i can keep going forever but i dont know if i want to. and i know that i have to get this shit out but im going crazy trying.
i knew eventually it would all spill out and over and i would have to clean it all up.
all i can do is listen to lou reed and smoke cigarettes and write. i have always been obsessed with this idea of writing for dear life. i always end up smoking and shaking and writing because it's all i can do.
"new york city is the place where they said, 'hey babe. take a walk on the wild side."
i heard that line tonight at the exact moment i thought, ' i can never stay here for four years'. i am in psychological shreds. i have tore myself open tonight. i have never been more exposed than i was tonight. not with anyone ever. i finally did what i have never done before and i dont know if it was a good idea. i told mark everything. i kept talking in places i normally allow my mumble and inability take over. i dont tell boys what i mean. i never have. if there is sex, i hold back. for whatever reason - fear of rejection, fear of intamacy, fear in general. i am fucking paralyzed scared over men. this was the piece i never thought i had to deal with. i did my dad and then i quit cuz i knew that this was the next step and it's so big. i know im bigger than it but it's so hard to see anyway around it.
i had to write a paper about an object that means something to me and i wrote it about this wedding picture of my parents that i have always been obsessed with. i wrote a poem about it for a similar assignment in urban studies last year but i never went as deep as i needed to. the picture has been cut in half and each picture occupies a seperate section in the frame. but if you look closely you see that the cutter left a part of my dad's shoulder in my mom's section of the picture. if you want proof of ghosts you only have to look at this picture once. that shoulder haunts that picture and it haunts me. i have been talking about that shoulder for weeks. it's taking over everything and i cant stop talking about.
i didnt hide. i told him everything. i have never been more raw and drained in my life. personal journies are so fucking scary cuz you always do them alone. i have never been so aware of being alone. i cant be in a relationship because i have to do this for myself but i am scared shitless. it's so difficult to navigate and drive at the same time.
i'll be glad to get out of here next weekend and go see leslie. i need to see family. i need to feel roots. im a sucker for some good old fashioned grounding.
"jackie is just speeding away. thought she was james dean for a day. then i guess she had to crash"
he sees right through me and i have no guard. he knows them all and he calls me on them and he's dead on every single time. it's different than when friends call you on bullshitting because i dont bullshit my friends over things like this. it's a special kind of lying i reserve specifically for men. i cant use anything i have previously relied on. i keep trying so hard and it doesnt work. i cant reduce this to sex and i have to stop thinking about sex as reduction. sex is not a means to an end. what have i been doing? what have i done? i have hurt myself so badly and set myself back so far on purpose. i knew. i knew then it would all come back. i knew everytime and i thought, "eh, i'll get outta this unscathed. i'll deal with this later when im tougher and older and it's later". and shit, it's later. and man, ive really done it this time with this week, this month...and (marisa, you know) this life. this is the culmination of the last two months in which i have not been able to put my finger on what was going on underneath. oh, dark underbelly, we meet again.
"nothing's right im torn" - natalie imbruglia. HAHA - those is jokes. see, i still have a sense of humor, jesus.
posted by vic
@ 03:22
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tonight i have learned how alcohol hurts people.
my mom had her company quarterly meeting. these are held at a conference center, and usually followed by cocktails. my mom told me she'd be home early tonight, six-thirty or so. she had me order her some chinese food. julie came over and watched "trans" with me. mom called around eight saying she was running late, but i couldn't really hear her because the background was so loud. when the movie ended at ten, still no sign of mom. julie left, i started to crash out on the couch (this is where i sleep, for i have exiled myself from my room with a terrible mess). twelve-thirty rolls around and i am woken by some noise at the front door (right next to said couch). i open the door in my sleepywalk to find my mom being escorted home by two friends, kevin (her boyfriend) and tammy (friend/ former boss, recently demoted). tammy tells me "your mom's had a bit too much to drink, kevin's going to put her to bed and leave." i don't know what to make of this, so i shut the door and go back to the couch and crawl under my blanket (although it is hot and humid and i am sweaty). then i realize that i cannot fall back asleep until my mom is in bed and the doors are locked. so i wait about five minutes, go outside to find kevin and my mom sitting on the stoop, kevin tells me they're talking. i wait ten more minutes. by this point i am feeling angry and i want to go to sleep. so i step back out on the stoop and tell kevin to leave and my mom to get inside and to bed. i announce to them how fucking ridiculous this is. i am flaming mad. i am ignored. ten minutes later, i am sweating and shaking on the couch and i am so angry when the door opens and kevin begins to walk my mom to bed. a few minutes pass and kevin walks out and sits on the chair and i don't look at him because i am not interested in speaking with him, and then he asks if he can talk to me to which i reply "no. i am not interested." disregarding my request, he proceeds to ask me to "take a ride" with him to pick up my mom's car. i tell him no and ask him to leave. he hassles me for a while and this makes me angry because the only things that are coming to my head are very personal and i am not interested in sharing them with him, it has nothing to do with him. he apologizes repeatedly to which i reply "right" and ask why he is apologizing and he never answers. then he tries to talk to me as though he has any knowledge of who my mother (not 'penny') is, and i am offended/enraged that he has tried to manipulate me with our relationship that he knows nothing about. he says he is going to finish putting my mom to bed. much time passes and i lie awake on the couch staring at the television. eventually my rage grows and i walk down the hall and they are in the bathroom and i tell him to leave and my mom says that he's "helping her through some things." i am not impressed. i am out of cigarettes. i do not feel comfortable in my home. i pull on a pair of pants, i drive to the amoco, i fill up my car, i go inside to purchase a pack of delicious camel lights. there is a new guy working, a dirty icky middle-aged man with scraggly hair and suspenders, and he asks me for i.d. i am in disbelief. and i am seventeen for two more days. and i also have only been carded there upon two occasions. this little incident reminds me that i am but a child, and i drive home, because i realize i have nowhere else to go. i walked around the dead-end for a while, into the cornfield. i walked in cirlces. there was a puddle so dark, a black hole in the rural landscape, and i wanted it to suck me in. i kicked myself for being so foolish as to leave my tent at school, it's a perfect night for sleeping in the backyard. i knew i'd have to learn the tent-lesson the hard way. next to the stoop i find a half-consumed bottle of beer. i pick it up and display it next to the front door. now's it's coming up on two o'clock. kevin is still here. he just passed by twice, fetching a cup of water from the kitchen. maybe i'll take a walk. all this going on and my twelve year old sister is sleeping in the room across from my mom. and this is what hurts me. i wish i had somewhere to feel safe.
this morning kathy asked me to try to recognize something that makes me angry before i see her next. gee, i think i've got something. i think i'll call her tomorrow.
austin signed our guestbook after i signed his.
and no, that wasn't really aheyhaber that signed our guestbook. sadly, it was one of his many imposters (heesh famoush, guysh!)
posted by marisa jo
@ 02:05
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Thursday, October 26, 2000
he he he...I see my little aahaber prank worked quite ingeniously...talia had a bunch of people over for a small party and it was like being on a porch with everyone that you would never ever hang out with on account of their being dumb-asses. I bought the Smiths' album Meat is murder, and I love it all for the brilliant vegetarian propoganda it speaks. Oh, just found out that these stupid girls bought lite cranberry juice to avoid the calories, as alicia just eloquently put it "are you human?" K-congrats on the rowing! crazy roommate carla did some kind of hard core shitting twice in a row in our upstairs bathroom and broke it! I mean really people, how DO you manage to do that?! man that bathroom is such a transient bathroom already, no need for it to be more fucked up.
posted by Record Album
@ 23:32
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Ah! Did AHeyHaber really sign that guestbook? Does he really think we're disgraces? I can't handle that kind of critism, not from somebody who heads such a fine troop of comedians. I can't believe i missed that entry before. Have i fallen off the face of the earth? nope, just lazy. cliking my mouse typing online est trop much exercise. Did i mention i dropped french? Vicki, i saw your mom at Morningfields. I was very happy to see her and she said she misses having all the kids in her house. why oh why do i refuse to do my homework? Hey, i wonder if that prostitute failed her math examine...
posted by Kelljoy
@ 21:00
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about austin: i dont really know how it started, but i signed his guestbook after he signed ours and yada...blip.blep. um, im in no position to be explaining right now. i did a little self-destructive party after my midterm and im feeling the effects. wheeeeeeeee
posted by vic
@ 18:29
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Hey lovers--yesterday I saw a dreamboat vegan yoga boy, so nice. Question-who is Austin who signs our guestbook? In other news, so many vagina-haters here! Will explain later, but roommate talia and her friends always say shit like "God, they're such GIRLS! Y'know? Talking shit all the time and being catty" What?! Morons! Morons all of them! okay me going me like you all me miss you
posted by Record Album
@ 17:28
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fuck fuckety fuck fuck fuck
i just completely BOMBED my QR midterm. the worst part is, i think i will actually have to start going to class which is a far worse fate than getting a bad grade. dammit! if only that hooker hadnt been so captivating! yes, i will blame all my problems in math on the prostitute. because she doesnt have enough problems as it is.
in better news: i got a 90 on my urban sociology midterm which i am very proud of. in these here parts that's an A - .yay!
posted by vic
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oh, man. i am supposed to be studying for my QR exam, but i was in the 2nd floor library (the best place in NYC - looks right out over the park where the chessguys are) and i became fascinated with this hooker. i cant stop watching her, she's the most amazing thing ive ever seen. she's wearing red and white striped leggings with hot pink biker shorts over them and black underwear over that. on top she has this blue short-sleeved shirt that hangs kinda low and has a ruffle around the bottom. she's wearing short, white, tie-up ankle boots on her feet and a huge black lopsided bow in her hair. she's been sitting on this guy's lap for about an hour but she still heckles all the men that walk by and gives the finger to all the cops. around 20 minutes ago, they left and i assumed it was to have sex but they were back rather quickly with a brown paper bag which the hooker has been pulling at like it was mother's milk. all the chess guys are making fun of her and how far back she throws her head to drink from it. she's doing some mad gulping. dammit, i dont wanna learn math, i just wanna watch people. why cant i major in that? why cant i major in voyeurism?
posted by vic
@ 13:17
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well, mike. we should ask frankie because he was the first one to use that phrase in front of me. i've heard both used, and they both make sense for different reasons. if i had a nickel for each "CAUGHT!" story i've heard, i'd have 35 cents. i'd really like to know if it is just the high speed internet access and the whole "my parents will never see this on the history" thing that makes people turn to internet porn in college or if internet porn has always been a big thing and i never really knew. i must say, there was something very comforting about actual paper porn. i really like the idea of the same physical pages going through hand to hand. that way, you have your favorite shots, but sometimes you find something new to tickle your fancy. internet porn is so impersonal. you have no real loyalty to the sites, you probably dont even bookmark them cuz there's always more out there to see. eh, it's too bad. now if you'll excuse me, i think that xxx.hotcollegecoedfuckfest.com is calling me.
posted by vic
@ 10:13
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Ok, folks, here's the burning question: which phrase is correct, "All up in my grid", or "All up in my grill"?
Ah, John. That "caught masturbating" story is very common in college. For some reason, there have been like three people i know who have also been caught masturbating. (well with all of this high-speed internet access, who can resist?!?!)
posted by rayve nation
@ 09:22
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Wednesday, October 25, 2000
One weekend several weeks ago my room mate was visited by his girlfriend, Mary, from Virginia. I left basically for the weekend and only came back to get supplies and to shower. She brought Daniel a blanket that she made. So in the meantime he has been very attached to the blanket, and for other reasons I have given him the name flypaper, because many times he has shown that is how slick he is. So my friend Kay and I were walking back up to my room after class yesterday, talking about how Daniel's new nickname should only be used when he had just done something innately unslick. So anyway, we walk into the room and I see Daniel at his computer all wrapped up in his blanket from mary. He was sort of hunched over and I said, "Hey, Granny!" Thean he was overcome by a frenzy of clicking and closing windows on his computer screen. Then I notice that every window he is closing has an image of a different girl lying prostrate on one textured surface or another, in the throws of sexual gratification. I start cracking up, as I was overcome by the irony of the situation and my previous conversation with Kay. Kay and I were poking fun at Daniel, and he was obviously very flustered. So then he says, "Could you guys at least turn around for a second?" or something to that effect. Because he had been navigating his Netscape with one hand. And so his name shall stick.
posted by egeus
@ 23:29
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if i ever eat another piece of candy corn i hope i will be slapped down by the hand of the candy god. i think i have overdone it this time. i have felt the big ball of wax in my stomach weighting me down for the past few days and now it's too much. i might even pull a kelly and puke it up just to get some sort of relief! ack!
in other news i just saw mark's "friend", "cat" in the lobby. he cleans up reeeal nice when he's not piss drunk at 3 am. he still has that goofy, phony accent and he has, "lots of work to be done". i cant decide if the annoyance of his obviously fake accent and name outweigh the fact that he's mildly attractive and would be tres easy to bed. and then i could be like, "this one time i slept with this kid named cat." it would be a great addition to the bizarro, rhyming names ive already got under my belt. wow, that was sick of me. i am not going to do that. well, never say never.
the yankees are winning 2-0. padilla is pissed. he has a newspaper clipping on his security monitor that says, "not over till is over". i love that he writes in phonetics.
now i must go and NOTstudy for my QR midterm. blech.
posted by vic
@ 20:21
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Hey steph we posted at the same time! Now if we could only get Matt in on this. That is all.
posted by marko
@ 19:51
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this is billy healy. i don't know how to put my name at the bottom yet. mike-i think it's nice that you wised up and included "burton" in your name when you blog. i still have no idea how this damn thing works but i will keep trying. vicki-you should read what you've written over the past month. you go from one extreme to the next. one day your suicidal and the next your queen of new york. it's funny. stephanie-i saw courtney connelly over the weekend and i told her to say hi to you from me. marissa-you and mark were meant for each other. see you later. billy
posted by Billy
@ 17:46
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Oh! Twoheadedmonster is up and running again! I'm so excited--because now I have even more "important things to read" as an excuse instead of doing my homework. I have so so so much work to do for African history, b/c the midterm is on fucking halloween. Today in feminist theory, the prof said that we should ask ourselves if we are homosexuals, and we should do this every 6 months for the rest of our lives. In context, it almost completely made sense. On the difference between Mets and Yankees, according to Canada (or just a canadian newspaper), the Yankees are the Upper East Side rich kids, and the Mets are the workingpersons blue collar team. Or as the columnist said "Mets fans live in the type of brown brick houses of Archie Bunker and (some other tv guy)" Hey asshole, archie bunker is from Chicago, and if you tink dat he ain't, yous got anoder ting comin' to ya!
posted by Record Album
@ 16:03
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Once again Beloit has managed to pull a fast one on all the hep students here. Today was like any normal day here, except lunch has never been so freakeshly presented in a format like it was today. For those who aren't into what;s new and "hip" today apperently is kindergarden day in commons. Some of the workers were dressed p like develish children and candy was everywhere, when would the insanity stop. I played hop scotch (probably not the right words ... but who's counting ... watching ... whatever you would like to call it). Nonetheless a good heapin hell of a good time was had by all. Went into the forest today and found some bones, yes folks ... it's about that time. Time? you ask well it's time for now. Now? you ask ... well now is the time. Time? you ask ... well it's time for Balki!
posted by marko
@ 16:03
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there's a great article in this week's newsweek describing the differences between yanks and mets fans. here's a little taste: "...yankees fans prefer george w. bush by 2 percentage points, while mets fans go gore by eighteen. the same survey found that mets fans are twice as likely to put ketchup on their eggs
and yankees fans are four times more likely to fold toilet paper before use instead of crumpling it." but really, i suggest you read the entire article, it's a hoot [click here].
in other news: i've got just one cigarette left, which means i'll either have to a) leave the house today, or b) quit today. 'a' is looking likely. yesterday i was thinking that maybe i'd start rolling my own to save money and spare myself of the added poisons in these camels. but then i wised up and remembered that won't help me collect camel cash! silly me. so let the ammonia roll! r.j. reynolds, you win again, you brilliant bastard...
and my favorite pair of boxers (the floral ones from the mens gap) have gotten so big that they fall down when i walk, exposing my ass to whomever is around. ha ha.
so, new york, yes. overall, it was fabulous, i really had a good time. but this isn't to say that it also wasn't one of the most draining weeks i've ever experienced. i was emotionally exhausted, thus physically exhausted, but i realize that it was all for the good of things. as rough as it may have been, i appreciate it, and i'm glad it all happened. it was definately a learning experience. most importantly: i saw my best friend.
now i am off to single-handedly battle with the ladybug imposters. cause i'm a soldier (i thought i told ya?).
posted by marisa jo
@ 10:46
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Tuesday, October 24, 2000
the mets just won proving that i am in fact, a genius. and in typical new york "what the fuck?" fashion they played, "who let the dogs out". if you know this song, you'll understand what im talking about.
it's not split up north/south side like chicago. i cant really figure out how it's split up at all. i can only really go on stereotypes that ive heard like, "the yankees are pretty boys and the mets are hard-asses." that seems to be a major one. plus, the mets are the underdogs and i go for that everytime. mmm...underdogs....
posted by vic
@ 23:23
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and van halen's, "panama" blared from the loudspeakers and into the hearts of the crowd
well guys, i have returned to what i always, deep down in my heart, knew was true...i love baseball.*
i love everything about it. i love the strategy, the trickery, the implied "slovenliness" of the players because they arent running around all the time. i love that some fat, womanizing, heart attack waiting to happen was considered the greatest player of all time. baseball is the workingman's sport. and i love workingmen. especially when they're working outside of my window...naked.
this city is alive with subway series fury. in every open dormroom door sounds of the game can be heard pouring out. men, women, children alike...everyone is excited. and you're not cooler if you're not paying attention. you're a damn fool. i've decided to vote for the mets and now i am going to be hardcore about it, pretending that i always had some sort of affiliation with them. who's going to know the difference? i really hope all of you are watching this on tv because it's more than sports. this is a cultural phenomenon. the coverage is fantastic zooming in on millions of worried faces with furrowed brows and clasped hands. people are praying in the bleachers! im more excited about this than i ever was over a bulls championship (although those were always fun, especially when people would come out and scream from their porches..ah, chicago..we shall meet again soon). i really think the mets are going to win tonight. it's 2-2 now, in the 7th inning but the Yankees have 2 outs. we'll see. ew, did i just use baseball speak? haha, probably not correctly!
* this refers back to the summer "a league of their own" came out and i tried to convince everyone that i was going to be the next greatest female catcher. this summer my dad would play catch with me in the street. it was one of the only times he ever paid attention to me, really. catch was a short-lived bond between us because as summer soon ended, he kept drinking, and i got wrapped up in making boys like me. fucking puberty always ruins all the best laid plans.
posted by vic
@ 22:18
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if this works, i will post more later.
posted by Billy
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Pittsburgh was fun.
"Dancer in the Dark"? go see it. right now, if possible.
posted by rayve nation
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is this the end of the monster?!?!?
no, no...im not talking about the alarmingly low number of posts lately, nor the approaching skapacolypse. i am talking about the fact that aahaber's tragic flaw of vanity and pride has led him to this page. at this moment, he is probably hard at work, sitting around a table with many entertainment lawyers plotting the web demise of us all for mocking him publicly. this morning when i woke up i checked my mail and the counter like the hits-whore i am, and it was there that i saw someone had entered the google query, "aaron haber" and that one of the top choices was our page. it was the conversation mike posted some time back in which the fatal words, "maybe you're thinking of a different aaron haber" were uttered and mike's brilliant reply, "i dont think there are many other chubby, red-headed, jewish comedians roaming the streets of chicago" came forth. i am assuming that it was in fact aahaber who conducted this search as it was someone using an aol browser and i cant imagine another human being (outside of perhaps his mom) looking up info on him. unfortunately, this phantom visitor did not sign the guestbook.
i havent been around in a while. i dont know where i have been but it must not have been in front of the computer (surprise!). i think it may have been in front of the tv. those is jokes. today is the first day i have been awake at 2:30 since i got here two months ago. now i must read.
i was going to do a re-cap of the last week but it's just too strenuous and stupid. too much has happened. i'll give you a highlight:
marisa and i are sitting in front of this incredible restaurant eating the fruits of the gods (sorbet) and a bunch of old school punk kids with thick new york accents walk by. heading up the rear was a large, brutish punk (of the tony kovacks species but much more attractive and cooler bc he's not from the nw side suburbs). he looked at us both and said, "cute. you two are very cute" in this great accent and then he kept walking. i do believe it's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me on the streets of new york, or anywhere for that matter. consequently, i have made it my new goal to date a local. gillain says this is going to be near impossible with my rules of "must have a college eduaction" and "must not attend NYU". but im willing to try. we'll see. i think i made a drunk bet with becky some time ago that i would have a date by november. im hoping she doesnt remember. although, she will now!
back in the swing, vic
posted by vic
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Sunday, October 22, 2000
today my roommate alicia told me about dancing in the headlights to a song....and I was reading about the rolling stones women in rock in the last post....and then I remembered someone dancing in the headlights with women's work playing in the background...and then I laughed
but seriously folks---why has everyone stopped posting all the time?!
posted by Record Album
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