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we have people over. i made a nasty chocolate thing, it had kahula, bailes, coffee liquear, peppermint stuff, milk, three flake bars and milk and ice in it. mmm. mmm.. i cant find any shotter recipies. i probably shouldnt drink no more anyhho. happy new year peoples m |
AMATEURS! happy new year. |
i was looking for shooter! mixes. someone passed out. (not me) while we waited for the passed out persons ride to show we watched footloose on tv. I never noticed before how they dont seem to dance in time to the music. wierd. theres nothing wrong with drunken typos. My kitchen is disgusting, and surprisingly my head only hurts a little. I got up and all the crashers had gone except one. I need food. |
10 nips Kahlua 2 nips Peppermint liquer 2 nips Baileys 3 flake bars 1c milk ice Blend, blend blend. Walk round with the jug and shot glasses and serve. Scull, wait five minutes and serve again. Repeat until the jug is empty. |
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(i am transposing for the drunken rambler) can you identify withthis? (come on now0 "Wait now let me think. . . .""let me get my cigarettes first" Taalk to me. happy new year, the reel millenimum! |
any comments. . . ? weather people don't work. . . and they dont! |
rumplemintz? |
my boss just shut the lights off. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! |
tell the nice people how you're feeling, mr. puggins: --------- PUG: I love you, I'm not gonna crack..... Happy Gnu Year. I'll soon be a painfully prevalent fixture in your lives......woe is the day, Mofo. Pilate's got some disgusting sexual act going on my couch. Now here he is to tell you all what you've won. --------- PILATE: You've just won a piece of my throbbing dick, ladies and gents. Thank you and goodnight. |
& now a word from mr. pug: -------- Well, for alla youse in eastwern time, anyway.....What a waste of my life. I hate everything!!!!!!!! Your friend, Tha Pug ------- yeah. it's new year's on the east coast. for those of us trapped in the central time zone, we're still hanging out in a different year. ------- PILATE: Yeah. Which means that there's still time to get laid this year. Better get cracking. Pardon the pun. ------- Love you all. Etcetera. Abandon the creeping meatball. |
fuck the new year. |
funny. it feels just like the old year, somehow. the gathering has moved to my place. we walked home from pug's place through the snow. it's cold as the balls on a brass monkey out there. holy shit, i nearly froze solid. now we're cooking dinner & watching a movie (dolemite). also listening to something or another by iggy pop. i'm getting toasted. we'll be shooting some film tonight. |
life is too short major changes are about to happen freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom, is just another word for nothing left to lose |
I forgot to mention the best part of the night in my WAYD post: The girl who gave me the accidental kiss also was awesome enough to load up the juke box with tunes by the Pixies, Jane's Addiction, and James Brown, so they would be playing up to and after the stroke of midnight. |
after a wild night of strange satisfactions sipping a little Harveys and getting ready to savor my victory in 2001 not much good at that, mainly through lack of practice, but planning to get better |
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I'm here in a hostel, surrounded by happy noisy travellers. My people. and I just can't get into it. My mind is on the girl I'm here with, and the sad obviousness of the "it's not gonna happen." *shrug*. There was a nice fireworks display down on the Embarcadero. The bastard cops took our Champagne away, just for walking down the street while drinking it... we also got busted for going down into the BART station. We were told it was free tonight, then when we entered, someone screamed at us that we hadn't shown our passes. I don't get it. Damn. I hate getting my hopes up. G'night, ladies and gents. Happy 2001. |
i ended up playing some guitar tonight. i've been cranking out a lot of songs lately, which is a good thing. i've even made my first major attempt at a jazz piece, which i've started on bass. i should be writing or playing music or doing something creative right now. but i'm just sitting here typing, instead. emerson, lake & palmer is playing in the background while pilate's man lies down on top of him to snuggle on the couch. very sensuous. pug's watching an abbot & costello movie. i'm aimlessly horny, unusually jovial, & wanting to write music. so i think i will. |
the first dawn of the new year & it's gonna hurt like a bitch. my mind is racing in so many directions. i want to write, but i can't focus at all. maybe i'd better stick to music. or go out & get laid by a musician. something. i'm in the mood to completely immerse myself in sleaze. i wish i could just wander anonymously through the streets of some major city & get myself in as much trouble as humanly possible. i have a talent for that sort of thing. |
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love you all. really. |
i woke up with a cold. tom: it was muni that was free all night, not bart. bart was $5 all night. sorry the fuckin' cops had to bust your ass. san francisco doesn't have a lot of crime, so the cops get pretty bored. i guess the fuckin' bart operators are pretty bored bitter assholes on new year's, too. there are signs all over bart now begging people not to assault the station operators. that's pretty funny shit. i am going to try to make a television work now. i have not had a teevee for a long time. but today i am sick and my boyfriend is 6 hrs away, so i think i will try to blow dry this b&w 5" screen tv and get some entertainment (it has been living outside in the rain for about 6 months. pray that i do not electrocute myself). |
Why the fuck did I do that? I'm getting a piercing tommorrow, I've decided...where should it go? |
.......no, i'm serious. i rang in the new year the "old fashioned way" wisper's recipe to a good new years eve: 1 wisper (me) 1 significant other 1 bottle of Bailey's 1 house, empty of roommates 1 pack of condoms 0 items of clothing ----- = happy happy happy *HAPPY* new year fuck yeah. |
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this year, i was at a friends house within walking distance, contemplating having children and thinking the last sex i had of 2000 was wayyyyy to short. |
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I had alot of fun in San Francisco. Got to go lay on the grass on the Berkeley campus. My god, it felt like summer! Incredible. I did all of the touristy things: Pier 39, and, um... no, I guess that was it. Nevermind. We just walked around for ages. The hostellers remained scary and foreign. I left my towel in San Francisco! Sing it! Yeah. Had a total blast, actually. I was just tired and drunk and horny the first post. I remained tired and drunk and horny throughout my stay, but managed to make the best of it. We danced in the BART station, just for a moment... the trip was: Like the tale of an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. I found my appetite, though. I was eating constantly. was nice. Wasted lots of money. Because the champagne got snagged, we went out the night of the first and got DESTROYED, thanks to Long Island Ice Tea and rum and coke. it was my first Long Island (and my second.) Very good, but the bartender had an incredibly loose hand. The rum and cokes were the color of vaguely dirty water. If I hadn't already been sloshed, they'd've been deadly. The bartender was an asshole. Not surprisingly, his name was Tom. Well, tommy. I like airports. Once again, I miss being on the road. farg. Maybe Chicago next? HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! |