After weeks of being a creepy loner at karaoke all by my loneliness, I finally made some "friends". Marked with quotations because they may only be drunk and fleeting.
Those are the best kind anyway.
No one warned me but it was "Disney" night at karaoke. Not officially, but a waitress sings Little Mermaid and everyone thinks it's ok to sing Disney songs.
Whatever, sing what makes you happy.
It's better than hearing the pity fest that is "Superstar".

I bought a Casio keyboard from the thrift store for $5
Now I just have to learn how to play the keyboard. Cinch.
That and find a power supply, or buy a crapload of batteries. I prefer the prior.

Now I love compliments, really who doesn't? But someone at work complimented my outfit, then continued to stare at it lasciviously for an amount of time that was so awkwardly long I had to plan an escape route.
Geez, I appreciate beauty too, but sneak a peek don't be creepy.



Listening to Joe Cocker's Greatest

I almost crashed into a bus on my bike.
Through no fault of my own I might add.

I was booking it down Main St. when a bus drove around mem then STOPPED right in front of me!
I had to slam on my brakes but I wasn't going to avoid hitting it. I saw a driveway to my right so I tried to turn BUT physics were not my friend, I wound up sliding sideways up the driveway instead.

I was dusting myself off when a guy exited the bus and said,
"I hate to see that happen but the busdriver and I were proud of ya for making it up that driveway!"

All I could think of to reply with was,
"YAH! *Thumbs up*"

I mounted my bike and tried to ride away as with as much cool as I could muster but my gears got flipped entirely around so my bike made a clunk-clunking sound each time I pedalled.

My knuckles have gravel in them, my pedal gauged a chunk outta my knee, I have road rash on my thigh, and I've gone through an entire box of Band Aids.

Whoo I'm extreme! I need a Mountain Dew.

Kareoke last night.
Sang Marvin Gaye's I Heard it Through the Grapevine.

Upon my descension from the stage I was stopped by a girl with black & white hair who complemented me on my glasses then asked me if I liked girls because her and her boyfriend were looking to recruit someone for a threesome. I was taken a back by her brass balls.

I'd like to think that had I not been with my brother I might have handled the situation a bit better than to respond by shrinking away whilst peeping "No thank you".

She was more masculine than her boyfriend though and that scared me.

I'm planning a trip to Portland for Labor Day. I hear the girls are cute there.

Finally became a functioning member of society and got myself a job. It's only taken me three months, my sanity and a troublesome amount of credit card debt.

Living with my mother definitely has it's moments. When i woke up this morning, Mom was putting up Halloween decorations. Our front door says "Spooky". That's an understatement.

In other news, I went to the Aquarium.
Here's me in a fish tank. How did I get in this fish tank?

Been some time since I've updated. I moved to Oregon. Alone-ish. I love the rain. I like having my own room again. I bought a pair of rollerskates.

There's no traffic and the people are nice to you here...it weirds me out because I'm not used to it.

Last night was the Murder Mansion Party
It was like showing up to the movie Clue . Everyone invited was assigned a character to play and given clues in order to solve the mysterious death of the master of the house, Roger Rochester
My character was Madame Chocolate, pastry chef of the manor, specializing in sumptuous sweets.
Ryan was Jungle Jerry, gardner who spent time in Madagascar and would still be there if he hadn't run out of money.
Basset was Dealing Dave, blackjack dealer.
Jershi was Fabio Fabuloso, pool boy!
So that's my list of everyone I knew at the party. And we were the help. Everyone else was a Rochester, relatives of the deceased. Costuming involved ascots, suits and cocktail dresses aplenty.
The class division became apparent when I opened my envelope and realized my character was so minor that she had no valuable information with which to bribe people. So I made myself homey in the corner with a Sailor Jerry and Coke and waited to be bribed. When i was it was with lies and I'm not too keen on that even if it is a game.

High and low of my night:
I met a girl with the exact same name as me who couldn't have been more my opposite Ditzy Darla was her character's name which appeared to have been tailor made for her.

High and low of today:
I drank too much and had to call in sick today as I couldn't even stand in the shower But I made Carnitas and guacamole and watched my recorded SNL

Interesting tidbit: If you go to Disneyland, borrow someones baby. You can get an automatic fast pass to any ride for having a baby....except Nemo which doesn't have a Fast Pass yet

I just befriended my work's security guard, he has an afro, drives a '72 Suburban and hides hot dogs in his pocket, and now he's leaving!
He can't afford the price of parking so he claims my work is racist and "Trying to keep the black man down".
The fact of the matter is: You get ass raped parking anywhere in LA.

Working at a Starbucks in Los Angeles can sometimes be eerie.
I'll be helping a customer, when suddenly I'm overcome by the strongest feeling of familiarity. Then for hours, sometimes days afterward I'll be wondering...no, worrying over where I know this person from from. Did I work with them at some point, did I meet them at a party, was I introduced to them and now I'm an A-hole for forgetting their name?
Then I open up SG and see that familiar face staring out at me through it's thumbnail.


*Sigh* and my neurotic mind can rest... for now.

This feels weird. I haven't written since MARCH 30, 2006.
I saw a guy at work wearing a SG sweatshirt and not being a member anymore, I felt strangely jealous.
I felt the way a child would react to an older kid stealing their Big Wheel and riding it around. But the older kid is much too tall and has to ride hunched over the handle bars and "skooter" it around.
So my anaolgies suck.
But that's why I decided to revive the old account.
Besides, I have a lot of bleepin' blog entries stowed away here!!! I'm talking about a history. I can't just let that fade away into blackness.
So Ms. Maybe Evil is back.
Ok, not back-back. I'm still lurking aboot trying to figure my way around this new layout. SG has changed ALOT since I last logged on.

So if you see me, don't be a stranger. Drop by and say, "Howdy!!!"

- P.E.