Below are the 14 most recent journal entries recorded in xXx PARTY POSSE xXx's LiveJournal:

Saturday, July 12th, 2003
12:25 am	You've come a long way baby... ON THE BUS Work sucks. I really can't stand this shit-hole, but what can I do. I need to find a new job but am too tired to look at the end of the day. I like to bitch but do nothing to change. It just dawned on me a year ago I was on Jerry's floor. They treated me just like Lebowski. Food, a bed and bowls of herb. Thanks Jer and Val. Don't know if I ever said it like that but you guys really helped out then. Much appreciated. It also occured to me how many great people I met as a result of stayin with Jerry. Greg, Adam, Karuba. You fools rock. We need to hang more. Word bootty. Plans for this weekend: "Old school" trouble (Jerry and Jeremy know whats up). Puttin up with Danno's drama (blah). Trying to get some... (FUCK yeah). DOD - My new religion Current Mood: awake (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, March 21st, 2003
12:25 am	Persians, cheats, and other fucked up shit… Fuck, fuckitty, shit! Caught a ration of shit at my job today. Wasn’t my fault. Swear to god. I haven’t gotten high or drunk on this new job at all yet. Inevitably, shit rolls down hill and if there is one thing Persians love to do, it’s bitch. Even when they’re at fault. What the fuck is up with this war? The morals behind it are another issue, but what I am referring to is the way the media is portraying it. Worthless banter for minutes on end about how amazing and unprecedented it is that newsman are filming live footage of tanks moving. I’ve seen that type of conversation before on the Home Shopping Network or Trinity Broadcasting. It’s like they’re trying to sell you on somethin. Then it hit me: the reason they waste their time talking about this garbage is they want to distract us from the real issue. The real issue being American is startin shit where we have no right. It was aggravating enough Preston and I went and played DOD and played strictly as Germans… cause right now I’d rather be a Nazi than an American (although there ain’t much difference). Finally the straw that broke the camels back… A close friend called to ask if her significant other was with me on a certain night. When I replied no, she began telling me of how she found evidence of her significant other’s cheatin. When I say tellin, I mean sobbing uncontrollably. Apparently she was callin around askin questions so she can shoot down the bastard’s excuse when he gives it to her. The whole thing is a cluster-fuck. What sucks dick is this guy was like a brother to me. WAS. Now we all know my ex (Rebekah Reyes) is a cheatin, VD-infested slut. And we all know how I feel about cheatin after my dealings with the whore. These are the experiences I related in full to this former friend. I did this partially to warn him against doing it and partially to warn him we wouldn’t be friends if he did. And the fucker lied and said it was the farthest thing from his mind. I’d say if I ever saw the bastard I give him a good punch to the nose… but I doubt that will ever happen. Current Mood: Pissy (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 26th, 2002
2:55 am	Bitches and Pot: The Undeniable Pipe Comparison Preston’s comments aren’t always on par, but occasionally the boy comes up with somethin that's so amazing it may leave you stunned. Women are like Marijuana Pipes You have your nice showpiece. Your Jerome Baker as it were. This is the piece ya saw and immediately had to have. Maybe you weren’t able to get it at first but as soon as you did, man were you happier than a pig in shit. You take care of it and keep it away from harm. It may cost a bit of cash from time to time for upkeep but it’s worth it. Occasionally you’ll show it to friends (cause men bein men, we like to brag). This is the piece you would like to keep all your life and someday tell your grandkids how ya got it. If your friend stole this one, he would be a dead man. Then you have your basic glass pipe. Maybe it’s nothing special. Hell, it could’ve been cheap as fuck, but you don’t care. Something about it probably caught your eye and that’s why ya picked it up. It hits pretty well (not as well as the JBD though) and you’ll probably hold on to it as long as you can… without putting effort into it. You may be found passing this one around to your friends. You don’t care if it winds up broken, lost, or if one of your friends jacks it. After all, it wasn’t worth that much and chances are you probably have a couple more like hidden it away. Then you have your shitty ass metal pipe. Your “schwag” pipe. This isn’t a pretty piece. In fact chances are, it’s down right ugly. But you don’t give a shit. It serves the purpose and that’s why ya got it in the first place. You probably won’t use this one often (maybe only once or twice). It’s used only when the others aren’t available, ya need one, and this is your only choice. Usually you will be seen hitting this one in dark places away from sight so as to hide from people who come up, laugh at you, and tell you it’s pretty shitty. You know it’s shitty and as soon as you can, you’re going to get something better. This is also the last pipe you have when you lost all the others. If your friend steals this one, you wouldn’t even acknowledge it was yours to begin with. Makes damn good sense don’t it? Once again we can thank Cannabis for showing us the way. Current Mood: restless (13 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 1st, 2002
8:40 pm	Sonic Death Monkey I really wanted to post something. I haven't done it in awhile. I don't see the point in havin the fuckin thing if I never use it... but then again the same could be said of my penis. Maybe I could write some introspective bullshit about my current emotional state, complete with lurid details? Fuck that. I finally realized picking my emotional scabbs is unsightly and pointless. Garnering sympathy through a shitty-ass website is pathetic (which was never my intent). I could write about the wonderous adventures me and my friends have been on in the past few days... but that would amount to nothing more than the following: PS2 Video Games (Socom Navy Seals to be precise) I have spent an overwhelming amount of time playing this in the 48 hours since Jerry purchased it. Pathetic I know. Jamie makes fun of me cause I use the headset to shout commands. Marijuana This came as no surprise. Hanging in Jerry's room I have spent close 3 months here, spending the large part of my "down time" in Jerry's room. So I guess the only real thing of value I have to say is my band is going back into the studio to finish recording this upcoming Friday. I'm stoked. I've been in a few bands and played a few gigs but I have never had anything to show for it. It's cool to be able to play a cd and say thats me playing on it. With that said, I'm gonna go blaze. Current Mood: Blah! (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 20th, 2002
6:06 pm	It's pretty bad when your body feels like shit and you can't really put your finger on what is causing the symptoms. My lungs feel like someone just emptied a dust pan in them and I can't tell if this is from a)the marijuana, b) the cigarettes, c) Jerry's cat, d) a combination there in, e) some new cause that will no doubt lead me speedily to my deathbed. The hypochondriac in me likes to worry myself equally with all these options. I made my way over to my parents house this morning in hopes of finding my resume on my dad's computer. All I came across was my mother who spent the bulk of my time there telling me how I am fucking up my life. She thinks my problems stem from not being a Joho. I didn't have the heart to tell her I think the problems stem from being a Joho (a long winded theory you may wish to ask me about sometime...), and that I would rather take my own life than return to that cult. The remainder of the day was pretty uneventful. I turned in a couple applications at the mall before returning to Jerry's around 5pm. I popped a couple OTC decongestants in hopes of feeling better before I prepared a hearty meal of ramen. Current Mood: Shitty
Monday, August 19th, 2002
7:32 pm	Day # 2 without a job Despite my request for a wake up call at 8AM, I wasn't woken till 9:15. I promptly ejected all the phlem that accumulated in my lungs overnight and smoked my last cigarette before heading out towards the liquer store for a paper. Apperantly they have this "section" that list companies that are looking to hire. Groud-breaking. After combing over the adds it became apperant I needed my resume'. This presents a problem because the only remaining copy is on my ex's mother's computer. It has contact info I would not be able to get anywhere else. A call was put in but I have yet to receive word back. Things I'd rather be doing right now: Smoking a blunt. Smoking a cigarette. Sex. Smoking a blunt. Smoking a cigarette. Current Mood: contemplative (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, July 26th, 2002
2:01 am	Drunk dialing. We've all been the victim. That late night urge to reach out and ... touch (?) someone. It's the Stoley' talkin. 10 easy numbers and in one fail swoop you can let them know homw you want them in the tenderst imbrace, and how they stabbed you in the back, all in one breath. Why's 2 am gotta be soo hard? Current Mood: drunk (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, July 4th, 2002
12:50 am	We're gonna burn it down to the ground tomorrow... ... Ohh yeah. There is going to be some SERIOUS (notice the cap's, that fuckin hectic ehh) chaos on the 4th. Living with Jerry for the last month all I have heard him ramble about was how the worlds ending tomorrow. "We don't need to buy fireworks for the 4th, we're not even getting burials." In preparation for ominous event, we decided two things: 1) We should get everyone together and get trashed. If we're gonna go then what a better way than to be with close friends. We're getting trashed cause... well we always do. 2) We stocked up on weed. As with anything in my life (including during work, sex, etc...) I am going to be high if I go. Turnout sounds like it might be good. Skip could use some sleaze (and that would make a wonderful gift ""hint""). Give a ring if interested. Count on chippin in on meat and beer. Current Mood: awake (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, July 1st, 2002
4:01 am	"Knife wound to my kidneys" or "How I spent last night with myself... and Jerry" Shrooms!!! My stomach feels like (Name Deleted)'s after she aborted (Name Deleted)'s child. Jerry took a comprable dossage and vomitted pretty early in the game (about 45 minutes after digestion). He wonders why people do it. It made his stomach feel like shit. I tried explaining: A) no one knows why we do it cause it makes everyone's stomach feel like shit, B) if ya fight the urge to vommit, soon after you'll be too fucked up to notice the feeling that you've been kicked in the midsection by a 400 pound biker with emotional issues. It's taken me close to 20 minutes to do the above 5-6 sentences. Does anyone think that's a bit long? Navigating this keyboard by candlelight and the occasional flicker from the TV, is a bitch. Which key is I? What letter is I? What's a letter? Where was I? Oh fuck... yeah! I can not even begin to try and explain everything right now... It would take too long and I don't think I could stay on the subject. The play by play went something like this: 10:30 Take "chocolate" (see post below). Smoke a brisk 2 bowls and settle in for an experiance. Conversation was light and often interupted so I could feed the Nicoteen Monkey. 11:15 Jerry ralphs. No dice bra, ya just vomitted 10$ worth of fine hallucinogens (had to get a spell check on that word in my current condition). He thinks he came out ahead cause he no longer feels like the guy from Alien when the shit burst from his stomach. I think he got screwed cause if he stuck with it, he would be having as much "fun" as I am. Then again in 20 minutes I could be thinkin the walls are trying to eat me. 11:16 Jerry returns from his sojorn in the bathroom and I suggest we watch Fugazi's instrument. This will begin the period where I landmark time by how much of the movie passed and how many times I went to smoke. Where did my pack go? 1:30-2:00 Fugazi's instrument is over and we have watched all the DVD extra's. Since I feel asleep the previous night while watching The Wash, we decided to throw it in again. (((Focus. Type one word at a time))) Jerry had already seen the end but didn't mind seeing it again. Since the film featured two of Hip-Hop's finest we decided to hit a few bowls. This is how white kids from the burbs give a "high five" to black culture. So between 11:16 and 2 AM, what the fuck happened? I really wish I knew, but I don't remember (and on that note don't remember why I started writing this god forsaken post anyways). As you can guess, I was probably seeing some "spooky" shit. I remember me and Jerry laughing about something, but don't recall any of the conversation leading up to it. As I type this my arm feels like it is asleep. Like when you fall asleep in homeroom, and you wakeup and you feel like your shoulder down to the finger tips is missing. Nonexistant. Good thing I am not opperating a motor vehicle right now. 3:00 The wash is over. A happy end for a film with a plot as thick as water. But it had black hip-hop stars and Eminem so we blazed bowls. Our last bowls. This means from here on out we are running on resin reserves and it's going to be a rough morning. I started writing this shit a 3. Jerry was bitchin then if I scrapped any, and it's now close to 4. I need to scrap some. At least a little to stav off the feeling that I am going to pass a bowling ball through my lower intestinal track. Jerry put on some foreign horror film. I think he wants me to go crazy. Hopefully I will get to sleep sometime in the next 2 hours (putting us somewhere around 6am). This will be my last post for the night. I am sure a lot more went on, but I will probably sort that out once I get over this food poisoning. If you caught a spelling or grammar error, fuck you. What did you expect. You type on shrooms. And if ya didn't understand some thing, I guess ya never will... Current Mood: awake (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 30th, 2002
9:53 pm	Another shit day from the word GO! I can't go into detail about the shittiness of my workplace (in case this live journal ever falls into enemy hands), but one of my coworkers is trying to make a power play. He thinks he can be the boss and call the shots. FINE. If that's what he wants I'll give the bastard enough rope, and when he hangs himself we can all point and laugh. I caught a ride to my parents house to pick up a check. My brother and sister-in-law were there, as was my father and mother. I could smell their pitty like garlic on a fat Italian and grew tired of their half-assed attempts at comforting comments. I conned my mom into giving me a ride and was at Jerry's by 5. From there it got pretty borring for awhile (I fell asleep till 8:30) until Greg and Gabe arrived. We all know Greg and he needs no introduction. Gabe on the otherhand I will introduce as the guy that just hooked me up with this delightful little confection. It's chocolate mixed with an 1/8th of shrooms and some MDMA (*why I am willing to disucss open drug use and not mention coworkers by name, I do not know). I am getting fucked up. I am going to be a goldfish in like an hour. Greg left to grab his car and as soon as he gets back to babysit I'm droppin the shit. Hopefully this time I won't be as neurotic. Current Mood: anxious (Comment on this)
Saturday, June 29th, 2002
5:35 pm	Fuck your false heart Today sucks dick. I am really growing to hate parts of my life, relationship problems being foremost, and my job pulling in a not too distant 2nd. So I was not in the mood for more bullshit about my ex when my coworker mentioned something. Apperantly my ex made the comment that she hasn't been in love with me for sometime and that was why we broke up. That just upsets me. I was fuckin played. It devalues me to think someone could loose their emotional connection to me so easily and cast me aside like a discarded condom from the new guy. Worse yet, if she has felt this way for sometime (which evidence shows) why the fuck did she not end it earlier. I seriously am Kevin Arnold. Fuck this shit. Guess I need to evaluate all current friendships and future ones. Current Mood: pissed off (Comment on this)
Wednesday, June 26th, 2002
2:18 pm	Yesterday started pretty wack. I did not feel like working and smoking a bowl in the morning did not help, but I suppose that's part of addicition. My Ex wanted to talk to me about some shit. I won't bother you with details, but that shit always leaves me feeling upset. The cherry on top was my manager going off on me about bullshit. Needless to say I was looking forward to the show last night. Jeremey Preston joing Jeff, Jerry, Pat and myself (also guest apperances by Steph and some hot underage tang Jolly introduced me to at the Bloodlet show). I am too lazy to go into great detail the course of the whole evening, but highlights including 3 great bands (City of Catipillar, Majority Rule, and Page 99.), that mini- jean skirt, liberal amounts of marijuana, and smoking weed with Page 99. It was cool. What's on the plate for today: Weed New CD's/Vinyl General Lazyness Current Mood: chipper (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, June 24th, 2002
10:55 pm	Shit fool I love Jerry... In a completely heterosexual way. I get home from practice and left on top of the new Bloodlet album, is a couple bowls of weed and a handwritten note that says "Skip, Blaze dis shit" -Jerry- So naturaly I put in the album and hit the bong, and I must say, they go swimmingly together. Like fucking wine and cheese. Last night Jolly, Steph, Marty, Jerry and I went to the Bloodlet/As Hope Dies/Radiation 4 show. Sure there where other bands on the bill (including the latest Mall-Metal scurge straight from Hot Topic: Atreyu), but those where the only ones worth mentioning. So... the show was at Hogue Barmichaels. Not a bad place. Decent bar is always a plus. Radiation 4 amazed me. Easily one of the best bands to come from this area in a while. Nice to see not everyone is trying to be Poison the Well. I got there CD and it was worth every fuckin penny. As Hope Dies was fuckin great. It seemed like their set was when everyone went off... Of course I didn't watch all the bands. Bloodlet was fuckin great. I HIGHly suggest their new album. Practice today sucked. Bad. I made the mistake of smoking too much before, and could not focus for shit. Despite this, I was still on more than the drummer. Yeah, we need Sexual Chocolate. Current Mood: high (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, June 21st, 2002
11:03 pm	I started writing shit to post like an hour ago. I was about half finished and had to go throw some laundry in. Apperantly Chris's internet sleaze was more important and he changed screennames thus deleting all my shit. Opps. Ohh well. No biggie. It was probably long-winded emo shit anyways. Probably better that shit never saw the light of day. Jerry just left with Chris and Greg to eat shrooms. They're going to be goldfish in about an hour or so. I was offered a ride but had to decline due to my shitty under-paying job. I have to be in at 8. Terrorist should blow up Public Storages so they go out of business. Jerry was nice enough to leave a bowl. I smoked the shit and got horrible tore up, which brings us to where we are right now. Reading me ramble endlessly about some pretty borring shit... Moron. Current Mood: Stoned (1 Comment |Comment on this)