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ABOUT ME:
Home to a half Mexican who now lives in Silverdale, WA and who supports the Hawks, Sonics and Mariners along with the alma mater (WSU). I also post wacky links, pictures of insanely hot women and what have you (if you don't want to read my ramblings), so enjoy.


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My Place Of Biz
Miss Eva
MISTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ROSSER!
Mr. T! He Don't Pity No Fool, Dig?
Mr. Spaulding
Mr. Gonzo
Mr. Rampsberger
Pop Life
HEART PUNCH'D!
Flux Blog
Oh NO THEY DIN'T!
Support Your Weed Carrier
U.S.S. Mariner
Sports And Bremertonians
Kissing Suzy Kolber
Superficial
Cake And Ice Cream
Oh, Word?
Young, Black and Fabulous
SuperSonic Soul!
Sports Filter
Nah Right
FIRE JOE MORGAN!
Football Outsiders
College Football News
All Music
The Breaks


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Wednesday, July 23, 2003
"The brave warrior never feared the bloody battlefield."

-Brandon, on having sex with his girlfriend while on her period (POINTS IN CASE~!)

So I haven't stopped here in a while. Boo to me, but working graveyard hours does not make one motivated to write which is unfortunate. Not much happened at work either save for the 12 hour shift on Saturday. I wanted to stay the entire 12 so I could get the hours for my check but I really should have left at 11 or so. After dealing with moron temps, psycho traffic controllers, worthless golf carts, other people not doing their fucking job and dumb-ass customers I almost lost it.

I got out without incident but I was ready to kick someone's ass. Thankfully I took it out in the car on the way home and felt so much better.

Monday was boring again, but some incidents lighted up our life. Like the customer who came flying down the road to the garage with a ladder in his truck and took out our low clearance pipe. He said he was going only 3 miles an hour, which means his ladder is razor sharp, 'cause that thing was cut in half. Or the chick who locked her friends' keys in her car but her friend had left with another guy she met at the casino. She worked for another towing company but they wouldn't send someone out since they were located in Silverdale. Or some bullshit like that. So her and her other friend sat in my cart swearing up a storm and trying to get this sleazeball away from them. They even offended the temp security guard who is from Africa with their innovative use of the f-word. Good times.

I bought "Get In The Van" by Henry Rollins from Barnes & Noble today. If you get a chance, do read this book. It comes with the highest recommendation as the man who fronted one of punk's most influential bands opens his soul over the span of six years of touring. Very few highs, many lows, all of it raw and real.

So in the meantime, check out Butch's pics from the wedding, wish Rob T and cool Jew Justin Shapiro a happy birthday (along with my good friend from high school Eva, Nomar Garciaparra, Monica Lewinsky, Gerald Wallace, Terry Glenn, Gary Payton, Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Eriq La Salle, Michael Richards, Don Imus, Marlon Wayans, Daniel Radcliffe, John Lenox, Yoko Hayama, Charisma Carpenter, Woody Harrelson...and Slash) and FO THE LOVE OF GOD KEEP YOUR HANDS AND FEET INSIDE THE FUCKING CART FOR GOD'S SAKE

Peace.


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