Angelo

I totally insulted another human being last night... so there we are in Santa Monica about to go to Gotham Hall, a pretty cool club, when I realized we had no quarters for the meter. All of a sudden a lady was walking by, so I asked if she had change for a dollar... she said, " I was actually gonna ask you for a cigarette" and so we swaped, a cigarette for 4 quarters. Then we got to the 3rd Street Promenade and some homeless lady asked for change. Here's MY response, "Sorry, we don't have any change, in fact we just BUMBed 4 quarters off another lady!" I walked afew steps... realized what I said... and laughed my ass off.

At the end of the night the three of us decided to have a religious debate with some ignorant asshole who was preaching the gospel of jesus christ. It got pretty heated. Oh and this god-fearing christian thought it was a smart thing to call the cops on a mentally ill guy because he was ouching his stuff. GODDAMMIT!

I figured it out. I graduated and immediately went into the workforce while my colleagues decided to go on to even higher education. I'd just like to say that I am being paid DICK. DICK is another way of saying "next to nothing". I have to put in my time to get paid what you folks are waiting to get when you get out with your PHds, Masters, etc. What kind of a fucking world do we live in that putting forth the effort to go to college doesn't pay off. And now you poor bastards, like bob, have to keep going to class-- through the snow, having to do tons of paper, having to deal with shitty ass professors, in a world that doesn't closely resemble the fun we all had together, where we didn't have to worry about getting dumbass injuries from playing badmittin(sp?) AND WHY???? Because we never played that stupid shit... We dranks beers, went to get chinese, played mario kart, and the occaisional ultimate game. I WANT TO BE RICH and NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT MY RENT IN 13 days. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!n Okay, I'm better!

10.5, HA! So silly. No Earthquake can stop me! Oh and for all you people that didn't know... the best place to be during an earthquake is an unstable 18th century barn. Good luck! and good riddens

So I started coughing and my throat was closing-up. I started thinking WTF, this is so weird. I looked around me and others stared coughing too. My first thought, and this is sad, was, "why would terrorists attack a kareoke bar in LA" I ran out coughing as I saw others doing. There wasn't that many of us who left at first, but as soon as I got outside and turned around people were pouring out of the place. The three bitches who accidentally set off their mace ran off before they would have been severely and violently abused verbally. The guy who was singing sucked anyway, so it was a nice break.

So I had a fantastic four days with Brieta by my side. We had loads of fun and did many many things. Though her stay here was great, it was odd. I hvae never seen more bad things happen in these four days than since I arrived in LA. Car crashes, cops swerving all over the highway, two people being arrested and put in cuffs and then seeing them by frosties 45 minutes later, and to top it off today...

So we go to the Getty Museum around 11 am. from the time we got off the exit till 10 minutes later when we were riding up the elevator, a man on a motorcylce had been heading southbound and was somehow hit by a taxi. On our ride upto the museum on the monorail we catch a glimpse of the overwhelming traffic that had abruptly accumulated. As our eyes followed the traffic to it's source, we see the body lying their "stiff" as brieta say. Basically dead! blood surrounding him. On cop is holding a plastic yellow bag intended for the obvious. Duchebag in the monorail car next to us say, "geez... what a way to ruin a nice day to the museum" What was I to do, how was I to respond?

I'm sad brieta is gone.

So I have this friend who used to call me all the time. Then he found better people to hang out with and he totally forgot about me, which is cool. Fuck you friend, Fuck you.

I glanced at her for the second time and realized who was staring back at me from the dark SUV sitting the opposite way of the direction of its destination. She smiled at me and I smiled back. She thought, "He's trying to figure out who I am"... and I thought, "I know who you are and you are just as cute in person." GREEN LIGHT. 3 RED LIGHTS later, another smile and so I smiled back. "How are you?" I asked. "Good, you?" she replied as she giggled like a 13-yr-old girl. "Good" I said. And so Kirsten Dunst's driver kept going straight and I made my right, not without on elast glance at each other. "Does she dig me?" I though to myself. "No, no chance!"

Why do we have reunions? I'm not talking about family reunions, I'm talking about school-type reunions? How fucking stupid! Take high school reunions for example... WHY THE HELL would you go to that? All you want to do is go to find out who you are more successful than. Do you honestly have any desire to see all these people? If you mysteriously still have firends from high school, wouldn't it be so much better to plan a weekend in Las vegas as opposed to spending a night at your high school gym or even a nearby hotel that you can so lamely remember having had your ridiculous prom?

This may be out of the blue, but my anger stems from a convo I had on IM.. with myself. If you agree with my questioning, please tell me why and support, if you disagree... uhhh, re-examin your life.

It's just not fair! Richard Greico comes in to work the other day and I record his voiceover for the client. Almost two hours of just reading a couple of scripts over and over again and he gets thousands of dollars each time he does it. Why can't I get a job like that? I need money!!!

Just want everyone to know that it was a beautiful day here in Los Angeles. It got up to 90 degrees and tonight it's about 60. You should stop on by.

So I have this combination lock that I used when I went to the IUP fitness center not so long ago. It's been on my desk here in LA since I got here and for the life of me I can't remember the 3 number combo to open it. I had an idea of what one of them was but not certain. Everyday I would pick it up and fuss with it for about 5-10 minutes. STUPID RIGHT? YES!!! They only cost a few bucks.

Anyway, last night I shut off all the lights and meditated, trying to regress back and put myself in the state of mind and surroundings. Sat there for a while. Turned the lights back on and after two tries. I GOT IT!!!!! YAY> I'm loser.

"So I heard this big bang, like a big slab of meat hitting the ground." This is a quote from a good samaritan who helped me after I passed out for the third time in 3 minutes.

Flash back to 30 minutes prior: I cam into the locker and removed my clothes down to my underwear to get into the sauna after having worked out. After twenty minutes in the heat I got out and walked towards the sink. Next thing I know I'm on the floor and a man asks if I'm allright(the good samaritan). So I said yes and got up to get my clothes from the locker. Next thing I know I am being flipped over by the same man and a light-weight Asian kid. I sat up and the man poored cold water on me. He forced me to sit there for a bit. After a couple of minutes I got up to put a shirt on and felt light headed again. I sat on the bench. Next thing I know somebody with a walky talk is trying to call in paramedics. I told them not to.

MY CHIN FUCKING HURTS A LOT.

Sometimes I get these weird feelings like I miss Indiana. I don't know what it is. Maybe I just miss the good times and great friends and drinking and parties and procrastination, and wanting to put babies on spikes. Hmmm, for those of you who are still there you probably think I've gone mad. Just remember this.... party, party now and never ever stop. If everyone goes out and gets a keg tonight you will be making the gods happy, you will be making me happy. As it says in the bible, "The lord picked up his cup and said, 'drink with me bitches, for only I can set you free'" Is that how it went?

If anyone can recall funny college stories that I may remember, please be kind enough as to refresh my memory. Doing a little project and I need you help. Thanks.

So my friends, I say to you all now- that I have been privileged to spend many days, weeks, months and even years being with you. I would like to show my thanks this holiday season; not because it is indeed the holidays, no no... in fact I hate this time of year. It is because I am a plane ride a way and thus my predicament. My intent is to fly across the nation in a plane leaving Los Angeles. I have been informed that travelers should BEEEEEEE-WARE(booming voice) for terrorist activity in major city airports. The more I think about it, the better chances of my plane being a target: LET'S SEE HERE---Departs 11:55pm, only 5 minutes before Xmas eve, leaving from LAX, heading to Chicago, and I'm on it.... I mean how many signs do I need? Anyway, I would like to let you all now that as a proud American, if I do indeed come into contact with one of these so called suicide bombers, I will not act cowardly. After I proceed to pummel the bastard or bastardess in the face with one of those cute little 5oz. soda cans until he or she is in a coma, I will sit back relax and enjoy a nice, refreshing COCA-COLA.

WARNING: Though most of the information in this preceding paragraph is true, wouldn't this make a kick-ass commercial for COKE? WOOHOO and HAPPY HOLIDAYS.

In and Out Burger. I mean, it has great burgers I'll admit, but why the fuck at 3:30 in the afternoon is their a line of cars leading out to a main street of hungry people waitingfor the drive thru. This must happen often because a silly looking mexican (<<<prefered nomenclature) was standing out there with an electronic device around his neck and a menu in his pants walking up to each car asking people what they wanted to order 50 yards away from the ordering window. This electronic device must have been invented for that sole purpose of feeding the abundant amount of people hungry at 3:30 PM. UMMM, WTF! I couldn't even park and go in because it was blocked. Here is In & Out Vocab for you Animal style = everything on it Protein style = no bun, the burger is wrapped in large lettuce leaves (pretty good though) I'll be in Carlisle in 9 days!

So I went to the Sunset Room, a hip joint off Sunset Blvd. that is Posh beyond belief, but it was for the C/D Xmas party. It was pretty cool and free drinks are pretty cool as well. I had the strongest LIT in the world. The bartender used the wrong glass and thus the amount of S&S and coke were not at par. I sang two songs on stage and it was pretty damn cool. It was nice to feel the crowd again. It's been a while. Somebody though I was hired to sing, HA! Silly people. It's too bad I'm not well known throughout the agency... maybe when i get an actual job it will be different. I'm writing too much for being drunk. OKay bye! Love you!

WHAT THE HELL??? $65 for a parking ticket not to mention I walked out on them about to tow my poor baby with my cell phone locked in it. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad I walked out in time, but still.... $65 fucking dollars. I am not a happy man right now and I want to hurt somebody. On top of that I walked out looking like a fucking tool because I was interview for a catering job and I was basically wearing a tuxedo without the jacket. Luckily I have the officers name. If I do ever flip out he will meet my rage, oh yes he will!

There are not enough people walking around with knives. My concern is that there is an overpopulation of people that need stabbings and not enough people to carry it out. I wish I had more arms but that isn't possible. I think we can offset this by putting more babies on spikes. Any other suggestions?

So is the rumor true? The Passion of the Christ, a new movie produced by mel gibson detailing the final hours and crucifixion of Jesus Christis going to be in three different languages including aramaic, latin and hebrew. This is great, everyone knows I love a foreign flick, but there will be no subtitles. UHHHH WTF? I also find it amusing that Satan will be played by a female. The writer must know women well.