lee_the_messed_up_punk

my #ucked up life
2002-07-27 11:34:50 (UTC)

brackets and bullsh!t

sometime around 6:00am Saterday morning.

I dont know the percise time of day right now because
my brother is sleeping over, and he has my alarm clock. I
sit in my 'awkward', once expensive dining room chair,
sipping on my 'after work beer', listening to some of
Hopless Record's dopest punk music. I love Hopeless, there
definetally my favorite record label(either than Anticon,
and Peanuts & Corn Records)

Yesterday was pretty boring, I just sat around and
found myself less productive than normal. I cooked a good
breakfast in the morning, returned some emails, went for a
jog, and then listened to some music. Portishhead to be
exact. My mother came home at about five, and she seemed
almost fully recovered. She still thinks she had 'rodents'
coming out of her mouth, but admits that is was only a
dream.

She doesn't understand why we sent her to the
hospital, but I guess there's nothing I can say to convince
her that it was more than a dream.

I slept untill about 10:00pm, when my brother(the
presently nice one, oldest)wolk me up and said to meet him
at the Sorrento's for some pizza. I got up, slapped some
White Stripes into my cd player, and got ready for work.
When I got to Sorrento's they were waiting for me, and I
stuffed my face with pizza(big mistake, when you about to
work a five hour shift lifting heavy ass boxes).

When I was eating my pizza, I noticed this hot chick
and her friend(who was also hot, but not as..)get out of a
car, and sit on the patio. Dammmmmmmmmmmm

It was a girl I have been talking to for months on MSN
Messenger. Wholy shit(I said in my mind). Damm that
wasn't trick photography, she is really hot. She looked
just like her picture, even better in person. Talking to
her I never had any intention of, well, thinking she was
hot or anything, and even now im more intimedated than
ever. I didn't even say hi. Not because I was shy or
anything, I just thought, what if it wasn't her, I would
look really stupid.

When I got home I showed my brother her picture, and
he said that it was definetally her. She has kind of a
fucked up nose(no offence, im not making fun, im just
making a point)and thats how I could tell it was her. Her
(your)nose looked better in person, than the way it turned
out in her(your)picture(for real). It adds crazy character
(fucking suck up).

Anyways, after that I got an email from this
girl 'karen', who seems really nice. It kind of made me
happy, because, she's, well, beyond nice. We exchanged art
earlier in the day, and she is also a really good artist.
I love meeting artists from my city.

I then went to work and did my nine to five(shit I got
a nice buzz, ahhhhhh). Or more like my 11:30 to 5:00, but
fuck that, who cares. Work went by really fast, and after
a ton of alright rock music, I was off. I really like the
fact that we listen to 97fm, because I would probably loose
my mind if we did'nt. Every other station in my city
drives me crazy(except for the univercity stations, but
there only good at certain times). Lets take this time to
swear about how much I hate commercail radio.

DIE 103!, you destroy starving artists, and make
people think that we don't exsist. I hate your playlist,
anything you play gets killed, and your all a buch of
fucking loosers who try way too hard to master that gay
ass, 'radio voice'. DIE, DIE, DIE.(must be the beer and
punk music making me speak harshley). I hate commercial
radio, fuck em. Coperate companies suck monkey ballz(and
love it).(97 is commersial radio, but I think they have the
largest playlist, they still play some classic Nirvanna,
and Greenday, so I dont hate on them as much).

This dude I worked with tonight(who is sixteen by the
way), brought a bong to work, and took hoots in-between
breaks. Not that I have anything against drugs, but for
real, its work. Work you shift, and then do whatever the
fuck you want. Dont get all high, and make work harder for
the other workers(sorry all you dope smokers, but shit, its
only five hours, and he lost his knife four times).

I was told today that I would be getting a promotion
next month, and I'd be in charge of doing orders and shit
in September. Thats good news because I need all the money
I can get right now.

After work I came home, sat with my mother for a bit
(she was breathing really funney, and taking long to
respond to my questions)and talked about her health and I
asked her if it was ok if I went to the beach for a couple
of days since I have two days off.

(88 fingers louie are a good band, they fucking rock!!)

Right now im going to finish my after work beer, and
then try to get some z's before I leave for the beach with
my brother. Im really looking forward to sitting by the
fire at night, and just taking some time off from
the 'real' world. (This shit is driving me crazy).

If I dont write for a while its because im sitting in
the sun, soaking in some vacation time.(For once, I need
the break).

-later-

(wish me luck on the relaxing part, that sounds hard right
now)
(did I mention Hopeless Records is a dope record label)
(no im not getting payed to say that)
(damm I got a nice buzz)
(goodnight)
(major shout outs to people who read my babbles, love ya,
take care mother falkers, you know who you are)

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-lee-




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