hey, does anybody know how to do the "spoilers!" tag? i'm html retarted. 
also, i'd like to set my profile to say location: new jersey, but i don't want to list the town i'm in. i've seen it done before, but it won't let me update without listing my zip code. and i don't want to just put any old random town, that's so lame.
had a really interesting day yesterday...but i've got some tshirts to buy, so i'll be back later.
also, i'd like to set my profile to say location: new jersey, but i don't want to list the town i'm in. i've seen it done before, but it won't let me update without listing my zip code. and i don't want to just put any old random town, that's so lame.
had a really interesting day yesterday...but i've got some tshirts to buy, so i'll be back later.
so yesterday, and i were dozing on the couch at my parents house, waiting for the laundry to dry so we could get the hell out of there. i had a pile of groceries on the coffee table that i was planning to steal (including a 1989 merlot from israel), and a pile of dirty dishes in the sink.
and who comes walking through the door?
darth mater. a.k.a, mommy dearest.
"uhhhh...i thought you were gone all weekend."
"don't you remember, i said we'd be back saturday night."
(fuck, i smoke too much.)
my mother is a very strange, infuriating, complicated woman, and we have a tumultuous relationship. it's gotten better since i moved out, but it's still wierd at times. and she just plain dislikes gonzo, no matter how hard i've tried over the past three years to change her mind. she always gets real cranky if she sees us being affectionate, and she wasn't happy about the merlot, so it was a really awkward 40 minutes until the dryer stopped.
but to be fair, she let me take a different bottle of red, and didn't complain about us using the laundry room.
afterwards, we went to a restaurant in the area that we'd both worked at up until about a year ago. since then, the place closed, remodeled, and reopened under a different name. it was ridiculous, this blue collar burger joint with no pretenses and a great crowd totally turned into a yuppie haven, even the bartender had a tie on. it was too depressing to stick around for too long.
so we met up with mobilman75, played some mariocart, and went out to this bar in the area that i've never been to before. it's sort of a rock/metal type place, with cheap pabst and lots of girls in the requisite black eyeliner, studded belt, miniskirt from hot topic, and knee high black boots. oh, and dudes with tattoos and chain wallets and that 90's "ponytail with the underneath shaved" look that makes you look like a waterfowl.
oddly enough, it being a bottom of the list bar to go to, i had a really good time. i ran into a group of guys who went to my high school, and another friend of mine who was also very close with angela (my best friend in high school who passed away in october). it was wierd, while i was sitting there talking to him, i had a thought that i couldn't wait to tell angela about how different he looked (he's gained a lot of weight in the last 10 years). but of course, she's gone so i can't tell her. that happens a lot! but i know that she knows what i have to say to her, even if she's not around for me to say it out loud. so that's comforting.
anyway, i know i promised pictures, but something made me feel dirty using my parents computer to resize everything. (i didn't even log onto sg while i was there, as my mother has a habit of looking up browser history and reading all my online stuff.) so i'll get to that soon!
probably not tonight though, as i'm going to my HOT co-workers going away party.
all my coworkers are anxious to meet gonzo, and i think it'll be a hot time.
and who comes walking through the door?
darth mater. a.k.a, mommy dearest.
"uhhhh...i thought you were gone all weekend."
"don't you remember, i said we'd be back saturday night."
(fuck, i smoke too much.)
my mother is a very strange, infuriating, complicated woman, and we have a tumultuous relationship. it's gotten better since i moved out, but it's still wierd at times. and she just plain dislikes gonzo, no matter how hard i've tried over the past three years to change her mind. she always gets real cranky if she sees us being affectionate, and she wasn't happy about the merlot, so it was a really awkward 40 minutes until the dryer stopped.
but to be fair, she let me take a different bottle of red, and didn't complain about us using the laundry room.
afterwards, we went to a restaurant in the area that we'd both worked at up until about a year ago. since then, the place closed, remodeled, and reopened under a different name. it was ridiculous, this blue collar burger joint with no pretenses and a great crowd totally turned into a yuppie haven, even the bartender had a tie on. it was too depressing to stick around for too long.
so we met up with mobilman75, played some mariocart, and went out to this bar in the area that i've never been to before. it's sort of a rock/metal type place, with cheap pabst and lots of girls in the requisite black eyeliner, studded belt, miniskirt from hot topic, and knee high black boots. oh, and dudes with tattoos and chain wallets and that 90's "ponytail with the underneath shaved" look that makes you look like a waterfowl.
oddly enough, it being a bottom of the list bar to go to, i had a really good time. i ran into a group of guys who went to my high school, and another friend of mine who was also very close with angela (my best friend in high school who passed away in october). it was wierd, while i was sitting there talking to him, i had a thought that i couldn't wait to tell angela about how different he looked (he's gained a lot of weight in the last 10 years). but of course, she's gone so i can't tell her. that happens a lot! but i know that she knows what i have to say to her, even if she's not around for me to say it out loud. so that's comforting.
anyway, i know i promised pictures, but something made me feel dirty using my parents computer to resize everything. (i didn't even log onto sg while i was there, as my mother has a habit of looking up browser history and reading all my online stuff.) so i'll get to that soon!
probably not tonight though, as i'm going to my HOT co-workers going away party.
all my coworkers are anxious to meet gonzo, and i think it'll be a hot time. alright...so i had an AWESOME day at work, and a WHOLE WEEKEND off for the first time in fucking forever. and my parents are away all weekend, so i can take over the house, do laundry, raid the pantry...and spend an inordinate amount of time writing on here and posting pictures, cause they have photoshop! it pays to have a parent in the media.
so...gonzo and i are going shopping now, and then probably some "chicken and sex" (as my train buddy described her evening plans, i love that girl). but i'll be back soon!
so...gonzo and i are going shopping now, and then probably some "chicken and sex" (as my train buddy described her evening plans, i love that girl). but i'll be back soon!
so i want to play a game and make some more friends on here...everyone reading this, leave a comment and recommend one person on your buddy list to go rub elbows with! and uh, i'll do the same. yeah, it'll be fun, do it!
i realized last night that gonzo and i spend an inordinate amount of time singing nonsense garble to one another. we pick up all these little phrases in our day to day lives, maybe from an eddie izzard dvd, or homestarrunner, or some stoner movie. and we turn it around and make it into our own little language. ippagoggy and her bf are also included in on this. here's an example:
one night recently we were sitting around smoking and talking about the velvet underground. now, gonzo does this really killer impersonation of the guy at the chinese food place- highly offensive and just a bit racist, but humorous nonetheless. and out of nowhere, he and i start singing "white lice, white meat" to the tune of "white light, white heat"....and we all lost our shit laughing. i know, we're terrible.
anyway, american idol is on. so i have to cut this short, boo! until then, next time gadget. next time.
i realized last night that gonzo and i spend an inordinate amount of time singing nonsense garble to one another. we pick up all these little phrases in our day to day lives, maybe from an eddie izzard dvd, or homestarrunner, or some stoner movie. and we turn it around and make it into our own little language. ippagoggy and her bf are also included in on this. here's an example:
one night recently we were sitting around smoking and talking about the velvet underground. now, gonzo does this really killer impersonation of the guy at the chinese food place- highly offensive and just a bit racist, but humorous nonetheless. and out of nowhere, he and i start singing "white lice, white meat" to the tune of "white light, white heat"....and we all lost our shit laughing. i know, we're terrible.
anyway, american idol is on. so i have to cut this short, boo! until then, next time gadget. next time.
