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Friday, February 23, 2001
new project: kit r. and i have started another band. this one is a punk venture - "the enterprise". look out for our new hit single, "Mom! Dad! I'm SICK! I WANNA BE A SECRETARY!"
hahahahah! i cant wait! english accents, drunken shows, screaming and bottle throwing - adam duritz is gonna have some competition. it's gonna be out of control!
alright - everyone go buy the new paul simon album. it's the most beautiful album ive heard in ages. wow - how punk rock i am - NOT!
(i am soooo dorky right now)
posted by vic
@ 02:43
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Thursday, February 22, 2001
damn you, salt bagel! never again! i always think that it is going to be a satisfying treat being that it contains the two things i love most in this world - salt and more salt (am i not my high blood pressure suffering father's daughter?) - but it always manages to only burn my tongue and assault my stomach leaving me aching from menstrual induced urges that will never be quenched. this is not my beautiful salt lick!
the feminist revolution has begun. it has been thrown into full whirl by an altercation i had yesterday, while quietly minding my own business on the El, when some mysoginistic youth decided to discuss loudly exactly what they thought about women (nothing i am going to repeat in writing). it ended with them laughing at me but that wound was healed when i told my mom and she said proudly, "you changed the world today." it makes me wanna cry just thinking about it. ladies and gentlemen, let's get together on this and let's get on it.
although i am sometimes overcome by these smiley bursts of sheer joy and happiness at work, i REALLY wanna get back to school. and not occ (yeah, you know me). im talking real school. god, i just wanna learn people. cant somebody help me out on this? you lucky kids in college - you remember how lucky you are. im pretty sure that college isnt all about fun, but finding out who you are and the difference you're supposed to make in the world. you might be able to combine those two, but maybe that's the idealism talking. one thing i do know is that the working world, as glamorous as it may seem (those is jokes), is really just a drone numby place. and my unborn children are slowly mutating every day i spend in front of that copy machine. im just hoping that they get laser eyes or something cool like that and not some useless stub growing out of their foreheads like my stepbrother that we keep in the garage (he's just not the same since Nam.)
things to do:
documentary on park ridge youth to be accompanied by a soundtrack done entirely by park ridge bands
create band, apeship, with kit r.
feminist revolution
do multimedia project so mike will stop laughing at me
write that damned novel.
posted by vic
@ 14:31
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hoagies and grinders! grandpaw werty fixed my two-thousand ducket footrest last night, so beast-ass is back in it! woo! woo! arsenio hall! now that my computer works, my life will be complete. good golly. i planned to go to class today but decided sleep was more important, as we ended up staying at the watering hole across the street until four and i had to be up by at least ten. oh dee well dee. came up with some brilliant marketing ideas after scaring george with my cracking wrists toilet duck while still half-asleep. gonna have a smokey smoke, read some anarchist cookbook (what a riot), and get back up to school in time for a meeting sbout getting a venture grant. five-thousand, gee?
posted by marisa jo
@ 12:43
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Wednesday, February 21, 2001
Steph, getting your nose pierced can't be any more dangerous than getting your ears pierced. It is a huge thing in India, so I don't think it is that extreme/dangerous thing to get pierced. Go for it dude!
posted by rayve nation
@ 20:20
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I was supposed to get my nose pierced today with vicki, but two factors stood in my way. Number one, as I am a doctor's child, my parents are adamant (sp?) about me speaking to both a dermatologist and a plastic surgeon, I kid you not, to talk about the "after-effects" of having my nose pierced. The second factor was vicki's bout of mysterious illness that came up. That bitch probably wanted to stand me up for kit r.!! Good thing she doesn't read this web page...wha?
I saw my niece yesterday and she was so sweet and beautiful. She put on a face expressing interest when I asked her if she wanted to be part of the feminist revolution. Of course I had to ask her when it was just her and me, because no one would understand, except for her of course. Yeah, but she is really the best smelling person I know, by far. I mean she hasn't even taken a bath yet (they aren't supposed to bathe her until her umbilical cord falls off) and she smells so good that when you hold her, the smell rubs off. It's like magic. And my brother and t make really good parents. They weren't fed up with her needing to be fed or anything like that--they were just full of love for her. I really love her.
Also, I need to quit smoking. I am so disgusted with myself and with my cancerous polip forming lungs. I can't take it anymore. I mean I love driving and talking and having a cigarette, but I just can't do it anymore. Sorry big tobacco, you've just lost a customer...
(whoa, I should totally leave that as an ending, but I just wanted to say that that should be at the end of a movie, like Traffic for smokers!!! ha ha, g'night)
posted by Record Album
@ 02:46
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Monday, February 19, 2001
arggggh! my old man has been here since 11 in the morning! consequently, i am very mad at both my parents for no real good reason. my dad has been thoroughly annoying, mostly just his presence, which is aggravated further by everytime he opens his mouth. my mom has been very strange and distant because she is mad and annoyed with him as well. why do they play these games?
i feel like im 12 years old and it's making me sick. there's this huge bookcase behind my computer chair which is blocking the view to the door and i like it like that. i think i might keep it there - it feels just like a little cubicle. the creepiest part of this is that although i hate this feeling of misdirected anger at both my parents; it's all wrapped up in this feeling of extreme comfort and safety.
the man has been here for 8 hours. who the fuck hangs out for 8 HOURS!?!? (there are a few of you who know the horrid irony of this question)
my mom has had her day off ruined and she wont/cant talk to me. sometimes i really hate that man (men).
---i wrote that at 7 pm. then went to have a cigarette with matt. it was nice. now to bed.
posted by vic
@ 23:29
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hmmm....that car is reaally big
posted by rayve nation
@ 16:44
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i have returned, after being held captive by monkeys in spacesuits (they can run up chimneys, straight out of the womb, so don't deliver them in your living room/ parlor/ other room with fireplace, or at least keep the flooooo) on a planet, sort of like a planet of apes only different, in that they have no internet access. well, at least that's what they told me. they may have been lying though. those little jerks.
being back here, on the planet of edumacation is going considerably well. this past weekend was quite a gas, including: a trip to cabrini green, free drinks, two dolla bill$, a cock rock party, a wacky threesome, and staying in bed until dark on sunday (in true rockstar fashion). despite all this, i find myself longing for those damn dirty spacemonkeys.
speaking of, vicki, kelly? are you gals still coming up this weekend? and kelly, did you alert the admissions office and tell them you are staying with marisa jo mitchell? please telegraph me with any information.
i have found a silly nerd (george) to fix my heartbroken computer, so seriously kids, say goodbye to the peach and red. and mike ray, wipe that smirk off your face. but for now, i am a hungry jack. ciao.
posted by marisa jo
@ 14:19
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kelly, i'll kill you.
i'll also call you tomorrow president's day stylee - here's hoping your off!
they opened up a burger king on harlem in the three days ive been gone.
p.s. - there's a big fat feminist revolution coming your way soon. steph and i will explain more at a later date after we finalize our plans over piercings on tuesday. well, she will be pierced; i will watch and plot. sneak preview: it will involve stickers and guerrilla warfare and you're all invited to join! woohoo! what's more fun than a revolution!?
i had great fun with mike and his friends at office party '92. who knew cleveland could be so much fun? well, not fun enough that i wanted to be stuck there for days with a broken car...but all worked out in the end as middle america dealt with 6 hours of noise pollution today courtesy of ms. stephanie p.
and no, i have not returned adam duritz's calls (as desperate and pathetic as they are) because the restraining order says that he cannot be within 500 feet of me, sound waves included. now i am off to sleep with my boyfriend, who saved me from a life of drunken debauchery and overglamorized domestic spats involving broken bottles, matthew sweet.
p.p.s. - it used to be about the music.
posted by vic
@ 01:09
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Sunday, February 18, 2001
Well, another sunday morning wasted, wallowing in baked goods and my own crapulence...or so i thought at 6:00 AM. Little did i know thatKit R was going to come in, ask for vicki, and upon finding her not there, take me out to lunch instead. Well, one thing leads to another, and after having my portrait painted, i'm accepting a ring as a symbol of our marriage. Anywho, i don't know what i'm going tell to Ben Folds. I think it's time for him to move on. Well, i've gotta get ready for the big drag race tomorrow. Vicki, have you returned adam duritz's calls yet? I tihnk he's really sorry this time.
posted by Kelljoy
@ 16:50
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Dear Diary,
Today I broke Vicki's car. If that weren't bad enough, this is the second morning in a row that I woke up in a football jersey on a bunk bed with a strange boy. What have I done?! I mean, yesterday I had pink nails on at Office Party '92, then I was dancing all night, then I was sober and driving and then this morning half the exhaust pipe was cracked off. Vicki doesn't know that I'm just not going to pay for the muffler and then never speak to her again. Oops!
Love, Stephanie
Dear Diary,
Yesterday that nerdy lady in the office broke my muffler as she drove my drunk-ass home. I unsuccessfully tried to seduce everyone at the party AGAIN - if they knew what was good for them, they'd all be a little more responsive.I mean, i think it's time that this office started showing a little more of their ASSets. Now I'm stuck in Cleveland, OH with no cigarettes and no will to love.
Love, Vicki
Dear Diary,
This morning Stephanie broke Vicki's car. I don't even know what I am feeling. all i can do is think of quotes from songs to tell me how to feel.
Love, Mike
posted by Record Album
@ 13:57
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