SUMMER VACATION!!!

Yes yes, I'm finally taking my summer vacation. But unfortunately it doesn't last all summer, just one week. Which is pretty weak, but fuck, I'll take a week right now; specially since I worked all last weekend at the trade show and haven't had a day off since the weekend before. I'm going to North Kakalaka, to hang with Jeff and the Boykin Krew. I'm stoked, I'll tell you the debaucherous stories later.

This week Mike came up to visit since he had the days off. It was cool to see him, he hasn't seen the Penthouse yet; he was surprised on how much room there was. But I mean you know its no regular apartment, ITS A FUCKING PENTHOUSE BIATCHES!!!!!

So Tuesday night we went to see Reel Big Fish. I didn't think that they'd be that good live, and follow the trend of popular bands like "New Found Glory", "Blink-182" and the such; blowing goats live. I mean seriously, all the guys in New Found tagged team a goat on stage! But Reel Big Fish were fucking awesome. They were so intune with each other and played the longest set I've ever seen any band play. It was about 2 and half hours long! That was rad.

Before the show, I had a special cookie. It actually tasted terrible, which is what happends when you cook the pot. All I had on me was my flask of Crown, and that's not the best thing to wash something terrible down. So on the J, I was eating slowly. We got to the transfer spot in Castro and I ducked into a bar. I asked for a water from the bartender.

"Do you want a bottled water?"

"No, just tap please." A look of disgust from the bartender, but I didn't care. The dudes next to me were checking me out, at least somebody checks me out regardless if they are dudes. The bartender gives me a water with ice and just lingered around watching me but in front of the other dudes. I wanted to get outside quickly so I wouldn't miss the bus. I didn't care that he was there so I unwrapped the plastic and just started to eat the cookie.

"What is that?"

"Its a cookie that my mom made me."

"It's a pot brownie. Are you going to start...tripp-in?" In the bitchest, snobiest attitude; then he walked away. I inhaled the next few bites and pounded the water, spilling some on my shirt, and left a buck for him since it was water and I was going to do that anyways. If he was nice I would have left two but fucking bitch got only a buck. Probably looked at that with disgust for ten minutes and said, "I bet he used this to snort coke."

After the show we ran to get on the bus. I knew which pocket my transfer was in but I had a bunch of shit in it. So I pulled all the stuff out of my pocket holding it in my left hand and with the right showed my transfer to the driver. The driver was nodding to people that had transfers, but just stared at me. I knew it was good so after a few seconds standing there with no approval I just moved on. I look in my left hand and I see that I was holding Shannons flask on a bus where you can't eat or drink. I thought it was funny. It was a good night.

Lick the area between my scrotum and asshole please

I hate work, I hate traveling, I hate girls, I hate babies, I hate dogs, I hate cats, I hate the people I work with, I hate people I have to call at work, I hate "lunch time", I mean the notion of a set schedule for lunch, I hate bars, I hate drinking, I hate smoking, I hate the fact that is all that makes me sane, I hate sunny days when I'm working, I hate renting, I hate having to explain myself, I hate giving suggestions when nobody takes it, I hate my blog, turning into my bitching and venting page, I hate self centered people, I hate yelling, I hate other peoples perfect fucking lives, I hate other people who love their job, I hate the idea of a one week "vacation", THATS NO FUCKING WAY TO LIVE, being limited to a week a year to take a break, I hate not having money, I hate strippers who ask for my money, I hate strip clubs, I hate people who drive slow, I hate hitting on girls, I hate when I do something stupid, I hate that I can't sell a fucking $30,000 fucking computer system that nobody likes and everybody bitches about, like I fucking wrote the god dammed program, I hate dealing with the family everyday and with every aspect of my life, I hate Bush and hate the fact that everybody hates the US because of SOME DUMB HICK!!!! California should be its own country, but then we'd have some Austrian fuck at the helm (throw another shrimp on the barbie), who voted for this fuck, you ALL KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!!! I hate the people that voted for Arnold and George, if you did both just multiply that hate by two, I hate this world, I hate trade shows, I hate working on the weekend, I hate being 20 different peoples bitch, I hate not being able to hit people that piss me off, I hate scratching my car, I hate people that think they're so fucking great, you're just a jack ass like the rest of us, I hate being over wieght, I hate being tired, I hate not getting enough sleep, I hate having to pull my pork, I hate tossing in bed all night thinking of work, I hate people that love their kids, I hate my resume, putting my whole life and what I've "archived" so some crotch sniffing fuck can judge me, I hate being judged, I hate being labeled, I hate people telling me at work, "well I talked to your dad..." as if to say that I'm just my fathers son, thats why i have a job, you're incompetent and dProduce Man could use a better employee, I hate the people that ask me if my "daddy" is here, I'm 23 fucking years old, I don't wear a diaper, call him Charles, I'll know who the fuck you're talking about, I hate being nice to people I don't want to be nice to, I hate people that lie to me telling me so-and-so is busy or not there, I hate when I leave them a message, they never call me back, I hate people that are interested in the software but never call me back when I ask them to, I hate my desk, so small and always covered with shit I have to do and haven't done yet, I hate talking to people on the phone that don't speak English, yet they DEMAND their money back, look, learn the language then come back to me, I hate happy people, I hate coming to my job thinking there is no way out for a good 30-40 years, I hate thinking I'll be glad when the booze and the weed catch up with me and put me down for a long peaceful nap where there are no phones, no people, no bullshit, I hate writing down everything I hate, I hate being out of school, I hate my brain going to mush, I hate being on the bottom of the todum pole again, I hate excersizing, I hate being in front of a computer all day, I hate random body hair when the one place I want hair is gone, I hate not getting any, I hate war, I hate bleak outlooks, I hate annoying cell phones, I hate being young, I hate getting old, I hate getting screwed either way, I hate the word hate

not a whole lot

Not that I have a whole lot to talk about, I'm just bored out of my mind at work. I could be working, but fuck, who actually does stuff at work.

Highlights of my month include not having to be proofed going into Zietgeihst and Beauty Bar. The bouncers recognized me. I thought this was exciting at first, but now I see it as sad. I don't know if I'm easily recognizable because people always say that they noticed me. Or just because I'm such a fucking looser and go into the bars so often that they're a step away from giving me a spot at the bar.

"Don't forget, you're here for ever!"
or
"Don't forget, her..."

I guess its all the way you look at it, 10 Mateo points to who ever gets the reference.