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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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Tuesday, August 19, 2003
"In that direction," the Cheshire Cat said, waving its right paw round, "lives a Hatter; and in that direction," waving the other paw, "lives a March Hare. Visit either you like; they're both mad."

"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.

"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."

"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.

"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."


"Got the U.S. Open/advantage Jigga/serve like Sampras/play fake rappers/like a campus Le Tigre/son you too eager..."

Man, it's been awhile since I, like, wrote an ACTUAL update for this muthafucka, huh? Well, fear not, because I am here to satisfy your subconscious and write about my life once again.

As for the previous entry I wrote on work, wow. Juuuust a bit angry, aren't we now? Thankfully, nothing came of it. Britt (the night super) didn't talk to me nor did anyone else. The only thing I heard was from the new guy about closing, and that's the unfortunate fact that he had to watch the sun come up. I obviously sympathize; it is NOT fun at all to be at your work until 6 in tha mornin' and not think "Shouldn't I be leaving a party right now? Shouldn't I be in bed right about now?"

Don't worry though; I'm not happy driving around a garage in a golf cart that's more like a moving target for someone's 'Burban to plow through. It doesn't help when people are idiots about not remembering where their car is nor does it help when drunks are acting like fools. Take for example, this drunk Suquamish guy who was all over me as we "tried" to find his car. I let him out at the entrance and he proceeded to walk up the hill. Later i found out that he hit one of the temp security guards twice. Britt even noticed my unhappiness when he ran through the garage to get a car for someone and I was driving by: "You don't have a smile on your face. You look like you're absolutely miserable."

THAT, ladies and gentleman, is the kiss of death for me. If it looks like I'm not having fun at my job, see ya. No point in being there when you can't get some sort of small pleasure out of it. I realize that seems like a ridiculous statement to make, but I ain't the one to be at a job where you feel like a goddamn slave. I'm not the one to be beholden to someone else's bottom line. I'm not the man you wanna come see if you want another mindless drone to do your menial tasks. Ya heard?

Radical Rob T: dude, I could be out there at Jack flipping burgers
Radical Rob T: BUT I AIN'T
Radical Rob T: some jobs just aren't worth the check

He speaks the truth, folks. Thankfully, the higher-ups have put in the word to the elevator workers as they have been there 24-7 to get the elevators ready for the grand opening. I pray that they get the old building torn down in time so we have our own lot to park cars in, as that garage will be packed.

In other news, my dad came back from Jacksonville after being down there for about 9 months working at their shipyard. He gets sent out a lot to other shipyards (since he has much training with nuclear reactors) so he's been to San Diego's shipyard so many times we seriously thought we might have to move out there because it could have turned into a permanent thing. It hasn't, though (and Rosser thanks Alba for the save.)

The last two times he's gone somewhere, it's been Portsmouth, New Hampshire and Jacksonville. The latter was 12 hour shifts 6 days a week. GAH. And I thought I've done some long hours at the casino.

He came back with his ear pierced (!) so that was a shocker. As my boy Keith put it: "Is he going through a midlife crisis or something?" I replied with "I think he's waiting to get the sports car and the hot blonde."

That does have some merit, as I thought my parents were going to get a divorce for a while. They've been drifting apart ever since I left for college in 2000, and there were times that my mom kept telling me we may have to look for an apartment together. Thankfully that hasn't happened and they've been trying to work things out.

It never occurred to me that I was an oddball because my parents hadn't divorced. All my other friends were dealing with their parents getting divorces at various stages in their lives, so I didn't think it would happen to mine.

Keith's parents are divorced, and it probably led to the way he is now: a death metal fanatic and a pr0n aficionado, along with being hateful to ALL races including his own (he's part Filipino and part white I believe) and a firm disbeliver in marriage. He's probably more bitter than anyone I know, including the dudes on Delphi and there's a good reason we call him the "Angel Of Death," besides the fact that he wears all black all the time.

But he's still a good guy and we have a love of death metal and wrestling, so it's cool to get to kick it with him when he's home from college (reppin' the U of Pitt) He studies film out there and for his summer class (I can't remember what it is) he made a actual, honest to God porno film, which is absolutely hysterical.

The kicker to all this? He couldn't perform. The guy who loves pr0n like no other, who has gone to the AVN awards and met Ron Jeremy, COULDN'T PERFORM IN HIS OWN FILM. So he has to do simulated penetration and he can't show his face. He did squirt all over the chick's face, so he got something out of it. Thankfully he didn't screw some average broad off the street, but a friend of his who was very attractive. "And she had her nipples pierced," he gleefully noted.

I think he said he even got a good grade out of it, so there you go. Enroll in the University of Pittsburgh NOW and get your start in the adult entertainment industry today.

Watched RAW on tape delay, as my friend Jake had to study for some tests at his new job where he works in the propane industry (JUST like Hank Hill!) I got to talking with him and his girlfriend Kristen about a gang of stuff (from Native American revenge tactics to black holes to being able to live to see the year 10,000 to lving on other planets to my brother being a shady half Mexican to X-Box games.) It was nice to be able to talk about stuff since we don't hang out much now that I've been working nights.

RANDOM FACT: Did you know that Ivory is 42?? That Victoria is 32? (and married, sadly. :( That I'm a few weeks older than Molly Holly? All this and more, gleamed from IMDB.com. Go and find out why Matt Spaulding called it the "most useful site today."

As for my X-Box, the damn thing's busted. I cleaned it twice but I think I knocked the lens off, 'cause it won't read anything now. I need to e-mail the company that my brother bought it from and ask if they have some sort of warranty on this thing.

RAW thoughts: Not a bad show. The Rosey sketch was funny (CAT BASHING~~) they let TRISH~! cut a promo, they let Storm get in some good comments and Nash lost his hair. Righteous. Bischoff kissing Linda was weird and trippy, not to mention something I never thought I would see. I didn't need to see RVD chained to some pole while Kane breathed all over him like some B-action flick villain torturing some poor schmuck. Kane not being able to light the matchbooks was funny, though.

Got a new cell phone so I am another victim to the celly craze. :) Rob should get a kick out of this: One of the games on my phone:

KART RACING.

Oh the irony, the irony of it all...

RANDOM NEWS BIT: Trick Daddy got married. Amazing. Well, not really. If Luther MOTHERFUCKING Campbell can get married, then hold out hope for your man, ladies. Or come see me if he ain't treatin' you right. ;)

GO DOWNLOAD: Kardinal Offishal's "Belly Dancer." Probably the best track the Neptunes have done since "Grindin' "

And if you came this far, you are rewarded: NAKED ITALIAN WOMEN~~~

UPCOMING EVENTS THAT SHOULD SPICE THIS BLOG UP A BIT:

Britt's housewarming party (he bought some land out by Seabeck and he'll have bands aplenty out there so there will be some great stories coming out of there,) WSU v. Idaho (at Seahawks Stadium,) WEIRD AL~~~ Sept. 9 at the Puyallup Fair (GATES YOU'RE GOING IF I HAVE TO KIDNAP YOU AND THE WIFE) and the grand opening of the new casino this Friday. The highlight? The drag queens, of course. I cannot wait for some drunk guy to come out saying, "Dude, I was totally hitting on Celine Dion, but then I kissed her and I found out it was a guy! The chick had a dick dude!"

And I close that night. Oh, I hope I have some good stories for you folks.

The golf cart Jedi has spoken/runnin' over kids and old ladies/I'll holla at ya later/RAWb T hit the catchphrase

RAWb T: This is EWOKanomics! NUB NUB


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