sweet..

yeah man i just finished my "smashingpumpkin ale" (as i was listening to th e pumpkins while brewing)...now im woking on my lager not sure what to name her yet but we'll soon see...im drinking new castles (go mark) and listenig to sponge man i feel like im 16 again "seated naked in a bath" yup just waiting for tha water to boil.....i plan on getting totaly fucked up tonite hopefully i get to make out with someone equaly fucked up...so my car wasnt ready fri but it should be done on tuesday...suck but at least i got a loaner car fo the weekend...the only problem is i cant drive it drunk...dont people know that ya drive better drunk i mean you drive more aware for fdear of getting cougt no?...i do any way fucking madd...i m a gonna start a new orginzation call ddam or drunk drivers against mothers...

oh man oh man oh man...

so much excellance is happening i am now able to mix down some recordings onto my compuper so the 7" release is getting closer and closer...i will also be putting a few poor quality recordings on cdr to hand out at the show im playing with jon k, trashed on fiction, deserea, mike a, and so on, on feb 13th at the north shore pubic library...

this weekend i will be making beer a record breaking two brews oh its gonna be so good. i still have some stout left but the supply is dwindling and noah, jason and marrisa are yet to taste "the widowmaker stout" so y'all best get to long island soon (and stay put ya bastards!)

also a key to my existance i will be getting my car back this weekend, my heads are being milled as we type...that sounds dirty.

winter

The winter isnt so bad , although it does take some getting use to the cold and all, but thats not what bothers me so much. the constant complaining is what gets to me, for example a typical conversation at work begins like this

- good morning, how are you?
- uhh cold!
- yeah well....

i mean for christ sakes people you live in new york, you know its going to get cold in the winter.


on a nother note...my mother must think i have some kind of amazing sex life...every once in a while i come home to find condums and ky jelly or other such lubricants on my dresser...to bad i have none to shre these items with...

"you like happy ending?"

the funniest thing happened to my friend from work. ben went to get a hair cut and his usual barber was packed, so he decided to try a new place in queens. when he entered the establisment he noticed it was only other men, after asking for aa trim they seated him right away. he sat down and a light went on in the mirror....it was a two way mirror with scantaly clad women on the other side wow he thought, thats wierd and gross and arousing all at the same time. just as the barber was done he heard a racket coming from out side then all of a sudden the cops bust in, in a raid. ben politley asked a cop if he could go, the cop said "kid ya just got a free haircut"

man what a boring weekend i did absolutly nothing....well i wrote 2 half songs so i guess being traped without a vehicle isnt too terible.

in the imortal words of mark b. gill "balls!"

oddly enough they changed the musak station from easy listnin to classic rock, as im not sure this a bad thing but listening to pink floyd and led zepplin all day can drive me mental...even now at work i get freebird jammed down my troat...why cant i listen to the good life ....all day or the cure or they might be giants ....smashing pumpkins....cursive...the pouges...joe strummer...ah music i need more good

"me fail english, thats unpossible"

oh crap

"d-minormakes people weap instatly, i dont know why really"

so im watching spinal tap and witing in my novel...difficult cause i always have writers block even when im on a roll. rambling is the last hope for aging rebals, music is the last hope for me.

This is embaressing but im gonna write about it anyway....

interesting weekend
friday night an excellant rock concert (jon k and otmop) wow, unfortunatly no booze at the wading river congrigational church.

sat night after a night of free drinking i made out with someone (no names) im not sure i shoud have but really enjoyed. it was over due. then someone else (again no names) calls me to come over and have sexuall relations, some one i really shouldnt be having these relations with, during our phone conversation (i dont know what i said - i was hammered) i said excuse me while i vomit so i run (naked) to the bathroom. unfortunatly i dont make it and puke all over the floor and slip in it landing on my naked ass, horrible. this wakes up my parents and as im locked in my bathroom my mother cleans up after me. did i mention it was 3:45 am.

how embaressing.

progress

Between vomiting over the fifth floor balcony and in ice buckets (pete), drunken scale train rides, lying on the beach drinking coco loco's, breakfast shots of tequla, and storming the clubs of puerto vallarta.... a good time was had by all.
my only regret was the complete lack of decent beer all corona type beer. and no where could a wisky sour be found.
i got a cowboy hat and a cuban cigar.

even though im back at work and in the cold, im looking foward to every thing.... playing on feb 13th, watching jonk and otmop jan 16th, getting the split seven and split cd completed and if i have time work on my novel. to paraphrase jonk this is the year of getting shit done, progress, creativity and emotion.

text from an e-mail noah sent me entitled "another reason to move to ireland"
the difference between the reaction to the smoking ban in ireland and
new york:
"Some pubs in rural areas are flatly refusing to curb their smokers'
habits. An amazing 75% of landlords in Co Mayo have voted to ignore the
ban in their pubs."

"'This is Ireland', said Jonathan Byrne. 'In our laid-back culture, we
don't get upset by things like smoking. Maybe it's appropriate in
California and New York-but in laid-back Ireland, it goes against the
grain.'"


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Countdown...

so the countdown to me and petes vacation is almost over with 1 and 1/2 days left to go.
i cant hardly wait. the excitment is killing me.

oh oh i just got a bottle of champagne delivered to moi its in the silly red velvet gift bag with glittery stars and moons.
i feel like i m in a mariah carey movie

new years eve was a total blast on the beach... we must have had a least 6 countdowns the best being when jon k draged a moring (a big round bouy tpe thing) and droped it off a rock. kudos to pete and mark for picking up the keg of blue point octoberfest.