Thursday, March 31, 2005

On the noggin:

1. Why hasn't my DRESS return mulah been deposited back into my checking account yet?

2. Its late. I should be in bed.

3. How many people did I call today when I was stuck in traffic? We're talking at least 4 voicemails.

4. Should I go to J.Y.W. services tomorrow?

5. Am I going to be able to get those wrinkles out of my jeans with my crap iron for tomorrow?

6. I need to clean the room.

7. I want my new bedding now.

8. Kyle. Why haven't you posted?

9. Crap. I just remembered I needed to be at work early tomorrow to get those folders done for G.O. Shiiiiiiiite.

10. People that ALWAYS know what the weather is going to be like ANNOY THE SHIT out of me. Example:

Me: "Hmm..the sky is looking rather dark..."

Annoying Person: "Well, we have a 65% of precip today. It should wrap up this evening with a low of 37 degrees. We'll have minimal cloud cover tomorrow with sunshine on through the weekend!"

WTF?!

Shu Shu the Camel on the Mount

Bonus prize to anyone who can tell me what my hat says...
Sketchy McSketcherson

"Sorry I didn't let you in the left lane, dude. I was reading."

Yep.

And now I'm wondering why my brother is listening to 'Your Body is a Wonderland' while he is taking a shower.

Ehhh?

BUSY as hell today at work, which is always enjoyable. I took apart the damn fax machine about 10 times every hour, but meh. WHY DOES IT SAY PAPER JAM WHEN THERE IS NO PAPER JAM?!

Of course.

Submitted the head shot and resume this morning. We'll see. Everyone brace your buttocks...

And now...for the el tostinos...

Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Bullsheet

So. The GLORIOUS bedding I ordered isn't scheduled to arrive until Monday. WEEP. Meh. I can wait. 600 thread count?!!? Anything worth having takes a little time.

Clogs = like buttah.

Auditioning for two shows in the next few weeks...casting directors from NY will be at this next one. Its a *really* small show that they are setting up for a sit down here in town, but I might as well give it a shot. If not, I always have the Charity.

Sunday, March 27, 2005

I wish I could be a pirate. I would have quite the menagerie of wenches...
Cadbury HATCHBACK

Easter Sunday, and FLIPPIN SUBWAY is closed. WTF?!!?

Went out to dinner w/ the Rents on Friday for shabbat---haven't been to J.Y.W. in two weeks....ah well. They'll meet me halfway. Good times. Post-stuffage, Imanuel came over.

Let me just say this: I love Ali G more than anything....Sasha is my man. BUT WTF, Ali G The MOVIE sucked some major ass. Seriously. Not cool. Don't see it.

Saturday night I headed up to Thornton with Jen and some of her people to a karaoke bar. Good times, I am telling you. The old people singing all the country tunes = no thanks, but apart from that, everyone sounded *really* decent. I was pleasantly surprised.

Jon called me around 10-ish when he got in from San Fran--I headed down to the Springs for a continuation of the karaoke at the Dublin House, which was *tres* sweet. I was relieved to see a packed bar of people MY age, if you can believe it. It seems as though all the bars I end up hitting here in Denver are made up of thrice-divorced 40 year-old dudes.

Not anymore.

The weather today is RIDICULOUSLY awesome. Was driving back up from the Springs with the windows down and the tune*age up. Some guy in a huge ass white truck tried to kill me, but I managed to avoid that shit.

Real life starting back up once again...

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Right here. Right now.

Imanuel...you bring up a pervasive point, and the stench is still lingering in my nostrils.

JON-

Who would have thought that the need to win and be the best there is (even when you don't necessarily want it in some cases) would surprise us so very much? Not the "OOPS, I CRAPPED MY PANTS' surprise, but the "HOLY SHIT, THAT'S SO TRUE!" suprise. There's a big difference between the two, and it definitely includes not having to change your pants. Yesss.

We exude self-confidence...this is not a bad thing. However, when we pretend (and we can do so WITH SUCH grace) to have total control in those shaky areas, we falter. Maybe its just going out on a limb that we are unsure about that gets us. Maybe its being so sure about the rest of the game that when the few situations we actually fear arise---it becomes a much bigger deal.

I woke up tonight realizing that I DO NOT want to be the 28 year old with shite for a future. Of course, no one wants this. Who wants to be working at the Olive Garden and living with your parents in your late twenties when your friends are making a decent living? There's many of them out there. TONS. I've gone out with a few of them, got sucked in, and then woke up as if I was in some nightmare. Its a scary place. RUN, I tell you. RUN.

And then there's the priorities. My attention has been split in 50 ways, it seems. I'm floundering about in the sand when I need to get my ass UP and out.

Don't you love it when you find out people you once respected are freakin snakes in the grass? It crushes you, and makes you feel like an absolute douche for once admiring them.

Time to move on.

Monday, March 21, 2005

I love lamp

GREAT times with Ashley and her former LOVAH. Nice kids. I canNOT believe its been two years.

My back is SCREAMING.

Eli is snoring on the couch.

Someday this is going to catch up with me...I can sleep when I'm dead. Too much to do this week.

Tomorrow I'm coming home and sleeping until Wednesday morning.

MINUTES.

Sleepin in yer blues...
Gangsta Trippin

Do you ever feel like the entire world WILL NOT LET YOU GET HOME? There's always something...in almost every turn lane I was in on the way home there was some car with its hood up, steaming. Meh.

Two gi-normous cups of coffee got me through the morning. Coming home at 2am + getting up at 6:30am = ouch.

Meeting up with Ashley in Golden tonight. Awesome reunion of times---Ash unt moi were RA's together back in the day. For some reason she was able to get her way out of Missouri and come up to CO for spring break. V. cool.

Yes. You do in fact need 3 copies of Red Tape.

THE OCHO.

I need to return the dress.

Nothing to wear.

LOVING THE RAIN.

I FOUND MY FREAKING KEY!!!!! WTF?!

I was four-wheeling through a road of MUD at 7:30am this morning. Ah yes. How we love the detour.

Acid
Gangsta Trippin

Do you ever feel like the entire world WILL NOT LET YOU GET HOME? There's always something...in almost every turn lane I was in on the way home there was some car with its hood up, steaming. Meh.

Two gi-normous cups of coffee got me through the morning. Coming home at 2am + getting up at 6:30am = ouch.

Meeting up with Ashley in Golden tonight. Awesome reunion of times---Ash unt moi were RA's together back in the day. For some reason she was able to get her way out of Missouri and come up to CO for spring break. V. cool.

Yes. You do in fact need 3 copies of Red Tape.

THE OCHO.

I need to return the dress.

Nothing to wear.

LOVING THE RAIN.

I FOUND MY FREAKING KEY!!!!! WTF?!

I was four-wheeling through a road of MUD at 7:30am this morning. Ah yes. How we love the detour.

Acid 8000

Saturday, March 19, 2005

The blinds are ALIVE

YES. I am hallucinating. I have been awake for 24 hours now. WHAT A FREAKIN CRAZY NIGHT!!!

I just rolled in. It is 6:30am, people.

Chris unt moi danced non-stop from 11:30-2 at the Church--WOO* Fat Boy Slim was playing this weekend, and his set was absolutely WICKED. Then we hit some random alley place until 3. SAUSAGE SANDWICH!

I LOST MY jeep key somewhere IN the Jeep in LoDo. We tore that shit up, but couldn't find SQUAT.

Then we caught a cab (my man, Abe) to take us to Pete's Diner for breakfast. Chris had to be AT the airport by 6:00am AT THE LATEST.

Eli and Tarah had to come and rescue our asses at 5:15am. I felt like a douche.

Greatest night in a looooong while.

Iman talked me down back home...otherwise I would have crashed at the wheel. Props to you, man. And my bro Eli for getting my ass out of a MAJOR sling.

Chris is now en route to the UK. Me = jealous....the surprise is going to KICK ASS. :D

I'll tell ya'll later about the random guy with 6 staples keeping his head in place who was bleeding on my couch this time yesterday.

Wild and crazy muthafuggin times.

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Photo documentation of Imanuel unt moi on the town. And in my fridge.

CHECK IT!

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Men, you have 10 seconds in which to loosen your wives...

Crazy weekend so far. Shabbat on Friday, then CRAZY ass shenanigans at Akira's. Sex parties never cease to bore me.

I'VE GOT A PETER IN ME POCKET!

Post-Akira's we hit up Nick's with Brian in tow. Nice guy.

If you were a man, I would PUNCH you in the mouth...

Saturday AM felt like 3 days. Finally left Nick's at 5pm, then rolled home to shower and then hit the Springs. I met up with Jon & Co. at some comedy club...I paid 5 dollars for a watered down coke. Es un robo. I hadn't eaten anything since Friday night, so I was JONESIN for some eats. After the show we hit Shugahs for espresso and a mini-photo shoot.

Post brunch with Jon this morning, I headed back to Denver. I pride myself in the fact that I successfully avoided any and all snow...driving back as it was just hitting downtown Springs and had already passed through Denver. LOVE IT.

Right now I'm heading over to Rich's casa for some hijinks. And laundry. Don't ask.

Fare the well, children.

Friday, March 11, 2005

What I'm sick of...

Well...this is what I get for surfing onto CNN...and yes, I said 'surfing.'

Shut up.

This notion that celebrities are the only people going through any type of crisis. Seriously. Get over it.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

You either got it or you don't, kid

Good G-d, ya'll. Thursday. Friday is now upon us.

Open house tonight was FAB. Chilled with this mandolin player named Eli--we were rockin some Oseh Shalom HARDCORE. THIS is what I'm talkin about. Gespacho? Not so much. I met a zillion people---I couldn't give you a name right now if my life depended on it.

Jake Marmer. "My mind is the bastard child of Bob Marley and Woody Allen."

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Though we go on our separate ways...

Dinner tonight with Tyler---the dude has it together.

Open house tomorrow at JYW. NOTHING to wear.

Sex party with Akira this Friday! Let the freakin GAMES begin. Muahahahaha!

I am in dire need of some schleep.

Debating on what to sing for the audition next month--I plan to scour music this weekend ISO of the best piece I can get my dirty little hands on. We'll see what I come back with.

Sleep is going to be *glorious* in about 10 minutes.

Dyin---just to come back, so we can meet again...

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Show me show me show me how you do that trick...

So festivities tonight @ the house, I suppose. Imanuel was over, along with Eli's cronies. The bathroom is TRES clean. o-MAZIN. I swiped some TP from the back of Imanuel's car. EMPANADA.

I gotta tell ya...that smells like straight up GASOLINE.

NPH, man. One CLASS act.

Jon, we are helpless.

Is it Friday yet?

MIDNIGHT LAUNDRO.

Monday, March 07, 2005

Is it Friday yet?

Happy Birthday, my brothahfromanuthamotha!

Wow. Someone needs to poke me with a stick.
Not like you do

This just in: Andrea is NOT a nice person.

Portishead: Nobody Loves Me-
It Could Be Sweet

Going to some gaming thing with Imanuel tomorrow in LoDo. We're just in it for free shit.


Sunday, March 06, 2005

Yep. I found it, Chris.

AFA dude gettin his groove on. RESPECK!

Also...does this guy look like Jason Schwartzman, or is it just me?

Uno mas--Matisyahu in Paris from a while back. Highly enjoyable...
It could be sweet

What doesn't make sense to me: believing in something or someone out of FEAR.
"Hmm...I'm not sure...but why not just cover my bases?"

RI-FREAKING-DICULOUS.

I am so jonesing for school.

Visions of Eilat dancing in my head.

*Enjoying* jazz like a semi-counscious, milky warm enema.

You make my karma puke.
If I live until I could not climb my stairs

Something has changed in the past 24 hours.

I've run out of patience for certain things...

Priorities are boldly emerging that have been loitering for some time...completely my fault.

My fault.

I'm getting sick and tired of activities that I once thought I enjoyed.

I'm so sorry, Kyle.

I'm going for a run. Eli is outside blaring 'NOTHING'S GONNA STOP US NOW' from the Mannequin movie. WOO Andrew McCarthy.

People. WHO THINKS OF THIS SHITE?

Friday, March 04, 2005

VELVET SCRUNCHIE

This week = SO full.

Sprangs tomorrow for festivities.

I am LOVING Douglas Rushkoff.

It ain't for babies.

Shabbat with the parentals.

Between so much these days...