Dirfarm party rule. Can't form full sentance.
Hurt. Bloody nose, feet. Worth it. Saw long lost pals. Made new.
SPARKS! > SPARKS LIGHT.
As in, it is greater than.
Help....me.....at work.....how?!
Happy birthday Kara.
Someone post pictures. I kicked ass. I got ass kicked. UURRRRHHH. Everyone roolz.
I haven't posted on here, or even looked at Killoggs in a while. Good to know everyone is still kickin' it, one time.
I've got a little proposition for any of you creative Killoggers. I have moved to Memphis and have to make flyers for a DJ night where I'm spinning records. (gay, I know, but its a cool bar, free drinks and some pocket change) I have no computer except for this here library by my house. I have no way to make a decent flyer that doesn't look like a middle schooler cut out pages of a magazine. There are tons of creative and bored people here, so how bout you hook a sister up and help design something for me? I'll reward you in a killer mixed tape, or some fun mail. Requests will be considered too.
Come on, I know you have nothing better to do.
It'll be like a contest, and you can post ideas or whatever in the responses, or email them to ohowvery@aol.com
Here's the info:
BEER BUST at The Hi-Tone (1913 Poplar)
$5 Pitchers of Papst all night
w/ Dj Bad News Ang spinning the best of
Punk, 80's Brit Pop, Post Punk, Indie and Garage
Tuesdays Dec.28-Jan.25
At least according to one of the best belt buckles on my new favorite website, www.buckles4fun.com, a site devoted to selling the most amazing and elaborate selection of pewter belt buckles.
Here are afew of my favorite belt buckle sayings, I purchased one....and I'll reveal it later when I post the awesome picture of me wearing it!
-"Insert coin, unzip, shake well. Guarenteed action. Internal use only" (The belt looks like a coin slot and I reccommended it to Kara, until she pointed out that for some reason it is shaped like a turd)
-"I will give up my gun when they pry my cold dead fingers from it" (Exquisite rifle belt)
-"Truck drivers move the nation" (Simple statement, but the belt is awesome with two huge trucks with a--you guessed it--american flag in the middle)
-"Coon hunter" (This belt has a HUGE COON on it! HUGE!)
-"U.S NAVY Anytime, baby" ( I like this because it doesn't really make sense to me)
-"Sworn to fun, loyal to none" (says it all.)
-"Dazzle 'em with brilliance, or Baffle e'm with bullshit" (What more can I say?)
In general, the massive array of unicorns, sparkling american flags, and hunting symbols makes my year. There's belt buckles for every occasion, and every occupation. There's even one that says "Lineman" and it is a picture of a dude falling off of a powerline. If you can't already tell I'm ridiculously excited and have already said too much. Don't take my word for it. Check it out yourself.
Oh gosh darnit. My boss just called me saying she wants me to fax her a list of things I did everyday at the end of my shift. Does that mean she knows I sit in the office of the coffee shop all day and dick off? Or does she just want to make a note of everything? I dunno, either way, I’m stuck elaborating simple tasks like, “entered daily sales from yesterday into computer” longer so it looks like I do more work than I actually do. I know the majority of the folks on here actually have real jobs where they do meaningful things every day, and actually work hard for their money. You probably all went to college and learned how to formally do shit. Yeah well I didn’t. And I don’t care. I work at a coffee shop so I don’t have to wake up everyday and have your life. I don’t have to be at work on time. And it makes me pissed off now that I actually have to work. HA.
So far today I’ve been online frequenting my favorite websites. I logged onto roommates.com and spoke some via interweb with my possible future roommate of three months from Memphis. She says her house was built 100 years ago, and that I don’t have to park my car on the street. I can park it in the DRIVEWAY. WOO!! That rules. After three years of parking tickets on Park Avenue in Baltimore it’ll be nice to have a break and park in a driveway. She also assured me that the house is a block from the Young Avenue Deli, and three from the Two Way Inn. Both were my favorite bars in Memphis when I vistited last summer. Both will be the eventual downfall and final proof of my alcoholism and I can’t wait for it all to begin. Then I checked out the Lucero and ALL message boards that I watch. Nothin’ new there. Oh then Livejournal. My favorite way to find out what’s up with people I am not really friends with anymore. A great way to comment on their journals as if to remind them I’m still hangin’ on, and that we’re still friends. Sure. Right. If I cared dudes, I’d call ya. That’s what’s up. So anyway, point be made that this all took about 2 hours of my time. And the whole while I’m listening to my new favorite band, The Mushuganas. I did laundry at a friends house the other night and when I got home this cd was in my pile of laundry under some jeans and underwear. I called him and asked him why he left it in my basket and to tell him that I think this band is my new favorite band ever. He said, “Oh I was giving that to you to give back to Kara, I borrowed it from her, it’s this shitty pop punk band I love. I thought you’d hate it.” FUCK NO! This thing rules. And so does Kara. Not that I ever doubt her awesomeness but she never ceases to amaze me. For the record I’d just like to say that she is the best, and when I leave to hang out in Memphis for three months, I’ll miss her the most. So anyway back to this awesome band. When you open up the cd, on the insert there’s some lyrics and a note that says “The Mushuganas broke up. Write to our fan club: 826 Easy St. Nowheresville, USA 00000.” Here’s my favorite song on this record, it’s called “Everyone” and goes: “Sick of trying to talk to people who don’t care. Tired of people pretending I’m not there. Sick of making stupid small talk. When I see anybody I’ll turn around and walk. I’m not fucking kidding. I don’t wanna talk to no one, I don’t wanna be by any body. I hate everyone. Fuck hanging around people and being known. I’d rather listen to the T.V at home. Tired of constantly being nervous. What I really need from everybody is a rest!” It totally sounds like something I listened to in middle school, and once again reminded me that I am still mentally and almost everything but physically the same person I was in 7th grade. It’s just that someone gave me a job, and I didn’t need a work permit first! WOAH!
So anyway I wasted another hour walking to the skate shop down the street from work to buy new wheels for my board. I got back to work and noted on my fax sheet of things I did today. I said “Reviewed cleaning checklist in front. Made sure all morning shifts completed tasks, assigned inventory to Jerrod.” Yeah, that’s the ticket. I tapped it out with some “filed paperwork and invoices”. They’ll neeeeeveeerr knowww.
I guess I’ll go drink some coffee and file my nails then go home and sleep for a while before I go to the old man bar in Parkville to drink 75 cent Yuenglings and eat corn nuggets. Man, my life is HARD. Next time I hear about you other Killoggers complaining that you have work to do, or your job is hard, think about me ok? It can’t get harder than this.
I can't help it. I'm probably just a mean person, but at least I'm an honestly mean person. It gets worse when I'm around my friends and we're out in public. Shit just rolls out of my mouth and I can't help it. At a bar last night there was a girl dressed from head to toe in brown. She had an ugly bandana wrapped around her forehead that continued down her back the length of her body, a matching Stevie Knicks "flow" skirt and knee high moccasins. Come on dude! She was askin' for it like a slut in a mini skirt. When a friend of mine saw her she just busted out laughing and said "woah!!!". I began calling her "Dances with Wolves". Kara made me pee my pants by calling her "Pocahontasshole". The whole night I could have stopped drinking and just cheered myself up by glancing over at her swaying through the crowd like she was doing a rain dance in the forrest. Kara made a joke that we better not encourage her or the sprinklers might go off. At least she's funny about it. I'm just down right mean. It's not even low self esteem, I have tons that people can make fun of me for. Bad tattoos, snaggle teeth, etc etc .....and thats totally cool. I encourage it. That way maybe I won't feel so bad when I spit it back out at them. I constantly tell myself that I'm going to stop being so mean, but then I walk out my door and it starts fresh again.
So last night I came to the conclusion that maybe I don't hate it so much, and maybe thats just a part of me, like a birthmark I was born with or something. Maybe if I felt so bad about it or thought it was a nasty enough habit, I'd have fixed it by now. So I guess the final question I'm trying to ask is, does that make me officially a frigid, wretched horrible person?
Wait, don't answer that, I don't really care.
Last night I left the house unenthused to do much of anything. Kara was fast asleep in her room with the light on. (the way she sleeps a lot, which is totally weird to me but whatever, haha.) I kinda wanted to stay at home and listen to records I haven't heard in forever. I like to pretend they are new, since I can't afford new ones, sometimes listening to old ones gives one the illusion of freshly bought records. But I had already made some friends late for their skating session so I figured I better show up or they'd be real pissed. We all met up and drove for what seemed like forever to Frederick, listening to Tim's fake Ipod on random. Even though it was on random and he has over a thousand songs in it, it kept playing Turbonegro and The Smiths back to back over and over and over. Technology is gay.
We got to this new skate park that was just opened and it was amazing. I swear you could smell the fresh concrete, as if it was still drying. Somehow I made it over the 13 ft. fence without a scratch and dropped into the bowl like I'd been doing it for years, even though I just started skating again for real. The transitions were so freshly made that they were slick and fast and I was having a ball cruising around with my amazingly super soft and quiet wheels, until I heard "COPS!". I felt like I was in middle school sneaking around the playground at night. We layed down in the deep bowl and tried to hide but 2 cop cars were circling shining lights in and around the park. DAMMIT! I felt retarded. What would we say to the cop when he realized that we're all aged 22-30 and still sneaking around skating? We thought we could just hide and they'd go away but it was apparent that they were staying, so someone yelled "BAIL" and all the guys jumped the fence like it was THREE, not THIRTEEN feet. I was the only girl and that sucked because I knew I was slower and if I got us caught they'd blame me, because lets face it, girls can't do much better than guys. (har har joke!) I jumped onto the fence so fast, leaping to it like I was supernatural and was down in no time. I felt like Spiderman scaling that thing, and while doing it I didn't feel like I even got a scratch. Then we ran full speed through the field still filled with bulldozers that had been digging around the development where the park was. Halfway through the field I honestly felt like I was going to have an athsma attack. We reached the car and threw our boards in the trunk and busted ass out of the townhouse development before all the doors of the car were even shut. Then I looked down at my hands. Woah. I looked like Christ after the crucifixion. Both of my palms had holes in the center of them and each wrist was sliced and scratched. There was blood pouring over each palm sliding down my arms and it looked bad ass but hurt pretty fierce. We all calmed down and as sweat still dripped from our brows we decided the night wasn't over yet and trucked to Westminster to some ramp park by my parent's house. The gate was open and we dicked around there for over 40 minutes when a PARK RANGER. Not even a cop, but a PARK RANGER came up to us with a huge flashlight saying there's a reason why there aren't lights on the park at night. Then he made each of us show him our tattoos in detail saying, "Yeah man I just got one the other day man its sick dudes". He told us the police station isn't even 2 blocks away...how could we be that stupid and skate there at night...and I replied, "Wow. Only two blocks? It took you a while..."
Then before he gave us our IDs back he MADE US each prove we could skate the
ramps and then said "come back during the day man, I'm off in a half hour and I need to get some beer". It was really weird. He was fat and looked like a serious child molester. When I showed him the tattoos on my arm (because he FORCED ME!!!!) he kept saying "turn around, keep goin' turn around girl".....when it's apparent I don't have tattoos on the back of my shirt or my ass...perv.
Then we broke into some pool but it was a bit too cold to swim so we went home.
On the drive home I wondered why I waste so much time and money getting drunk so I can act stupid and immature when I can do it on my own for free. I'd chose being in middle school and acting like I'm twelve being chased by the cops any day over some hip bar.
Woah dude. The Dirtfarm 4th of July bash was a total smash hit. I had a load of fun! Thanks to all those awesome kids for letting us all invade your jonx. I still have mud in my hair, my entire body is one big aching bruise and I think I broke my toe...but I'm still laughing and smiling thinkin' about it. I have some pictures and as soon as I get Kara to load them you can all laugh.
Today I went to Fells Point using the work Jeep Laredo while I was supposed to be working. I ate a huge slice of pizza and a Coke, and bought something I'm obsessed with. It's called the BadtzMaru Boomboombox. It's a purse that is shaped like a boom box. Yeah, I know what you're thinking. "I've seen those stupid things before". Yeah, I bet you have. But have you ever seen one that has actual SPEAKERS attatched to it so it played cds and tapes for REEEEAAAALL??!! WOAH! I KNOW!! It's awesome. The quality is actually strikingly clear and it gets super loud. I walked down Broadway like some kind of asshole blasting some rock and roll. I can't wait to formulate my events around my Boomboombox. According to mood, weather, etc. I'm looking forward to early morning walks to work when all the other commuters are sleepy-eyed and I'm hoppin' down the street to some SLAYER. Take that dreary Baltimore! I think the Boomboombox is something that anyone who ever feels down should have. Havin' a bad day? That's alright. Just throw some Descendents in your Boomboombox and trot down the street like you own the damn place.
It rules now but I have this strange unsettling feeling that I'm gonna over do it with my Boomboom box and all my friends will all get sick of it and me, and we'll be history. I'll probably be cradling it in my sleep one night and Kara will sneak in and "cut the cord". Ah well, until then, LONG LIVE THE BOOM!
Oops, and oh yeah, this is my first post, I'm Ang and I have a question mark for a head.
