Sigh... Hustlecoke.com is gone... Could be for a week or so... Could be forever. More on that later...

Shit sucks. My car is in the shop and I'm chilling at my parents' house right now, playing with my nieces... I'm watching them hurl little bits of food across the kitchen for no apparent reason.

Everyone in this house is sick. I'm sure I will be following suit soon enough...

Hope all is well with everyone, I have to get a little bit of sleep before work at 4:30. Cheers.

-Chris-

So I've stayed up all night, once again. Why? I'm not sure. I've been fucking around on Myspace for the past half-hour, but that's not why I've been awake all night. I finished reading "V For Vendetta" an hour or so ago, and I finished watching "The Ballad of Jack and Rose" before that...

I bought the new special edition DVD of "Breakfast at Tiffany's". It's Audrey. It's pink. I had to buy it. Films and music are like religion to me. Films with Audrey Hepburn, even more so. I know that lends a certain geekiness to the whole thing, but I don't care.

I haven't posted here in a while. It's not that I'm tired of doing so, nor have I lost interest, but I simply can't think of anything to say. When something occurs to me, I'll let the world know, via a silly blog entry.

I hope everyone is well... I'm going to go try to go to sleep now... Only to wake up in a few hours, so I can hit up the Post Office before they close.

Cheers.

-Chris-

I'm thinking, that for whatever reason, North Carolina really shouldn't be this chilly right now...but strangely, it is. My hands aren't working well with the keyboard this evening.

Maybe it's the cold.
Maybe I should eat something.
Both?
Neither?

I plan on becoming intimately acquainted with what little public transportation Fayetteville has to offer, sometime in the next few days. I guess I should start keeping a bunch of change in my pockets. Maybe, maybe not. I don't even know.

I also plan on skating everywhere, or at least everywhere I go with reasonably smooth concrete sidewalks or pavement. I've always wondered.... If you skate ALL the time, does one leg get a little more muscular than the other one? I'm "goofy-footed" (right leg on the front of the board, left leg pushing), so hmmm.... I don't know why that just popped into my head, but... Sigh.

Work. What can I say about work? Work sucks. Then again, everyone with a job (aside from musicians and porn stars) can probably say the same...

Hope everyone is doing all right... Cheers.

-Chris-

I have nothing at all to say about last night/Saturday. Work was busy, now I'm tired...and drunk. I'm about to go to sleep now, before I fall down from sleep deprivation.

My car is running like shit. It's "shuddering". Pulsing. I obviously don't work for a garage/auto maintenance center, so I couldn't tell you what's wrong with it. All I know, is that I do believe I will most likely be walking to work tomorrow. In the event of rain, I will be calling a taxi. Yep.

I hope everyone is well. Cheers.



-Chris-

Yes, even I utilize the much adored/despised Myspace sometimes.

-Chris-

So bored right now... Think I might just go back to sleep in a bit. I can think of nothing else to do, really. Normally I'm broke as fuck, thereby unable to really go out and do anything. Now I actually have cash, and yet can't think of anything to do.

Fuck. Right about now, I'm thinking it would be nice to be in NYC... Virginia, at least.

Wikipedia link of the day...

Sigh... Sorry for being so boring this evening.

-Chris-

Today has been pretty shitty. That's all I can think to say now.

I'm cooking a pizza right now, being that I'm fucking hungry, and I'm about to play some World of Warcraft. Yes, I'm being painfully geeky this evening. For the people who are into this sort of thing, all the servers are acting up at the moment. Just figured I'd let you know... Whatever. I would go skating, but it's wet outside from the rain/mist that still hasn't let up yet.

Sigh... Hehe...

Hope all is well with everyone. See ya.

-Chris-

It's nice to know that I'm not the only one bothered by the possibility of things lurking under the bed. You have good reason to feel that way though... You never can tell.

So I woke up today, went to work, and did whatever it is that I get paid to do. Afterwards, I chilled at Stephanie's house for a bit, watched some movies, drank some beer, and all is pretty nice now, considering I'm back home and drinking some more. We watched "A Very Long Engagement" first, which is a pretty fucking outstanding movie. I hadn't seen it in a while, and it's always nice for a "refresher", as far as good movies are concerned. Chris got home (with the beer), and we all watched "2046". From what I gathered, 2046 is excellent. The thing is... We were all tallking and bullshitting about stuff and ended up missing the entire gist of the movie. Ah well. It's on DVD. Save it for another day, I guess.

We ended up watching the Director's Label DVDs for a bit. Chris Cunningham. Anton Corbijn. Johnathan Glazer. (It bothers me that I don't know whether or not there's actually an "h" in Johnathan Glazer's name, but... Eh... Anal retentiveness wins again. Fuck it.) Videos are good. Depeche Mode, Joy Division, Nick Cave, Radiohead... Massive Attack.

Yep.

I think I need to shave tomorrow. I've been rocking this idiotic half-beard for the last week or so, not out of laziness, but simply because I don't care. I truly, honestly, don't give two shits as to how I look right now. Whether or not I put forth a good impression to complete strangers isn't really high on my list of priorities at this time. That's not to say that I'm planning on stuffing my face, wearing the same clothes for days on end (not all the time anyway... ), or just turning into a complete and utter invalid. I just don't care.

I'm sure it will pass as all things do, sooner or later.

There's articles about SG in the new Bust magazine and in the new Spin mag. They're kinda interesting, enough so to keep me reading for more than five minutes. I have a short attention span...

2046. Ziyi Zhang... Mmm-hmm...

Anyway... I was driving home, being ghetto running the mp3 player into the car stereo, listening to the old song "Charlotte Sometimes" by The Cure, and it dawned on me that, for all the spite, disdain, and loathing I have for this shithole of a town, it's actually quite nice late at night. The streets are empty, the only exceptions being homeless people downtown, or drunk people at the bus station (downtown as well). I make sure to slow down at least five miles below the posted speed limits as I pass the "law enforcement" officers, hiding themselves in abandoned parking lots, trying their hardest to remain inconspicuous. Sigh. I wish they would all just vanish by the time the sun rears its ugly fucking head tomorrow... Today... Whatever. That would be gloriously marvelous.

I wish I had a few sheets of linoleum, some sharp x-acto/hobby knives, and some spray paint right now. I feel like cutting out a stencil and spraying it all over my skateboard, for no apparent reason. As much as I would relish the idea of some landscape-beautification/wanton-vandalism, it's raining outside and paint won't stick.

Sigh. I guess the only thing left to do is to stop fucking around on the computer and go to sleep.

Good night.

-Chris-