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...is a short one. My phone fell in the toilet. It is currently not working. So if you need to contact me before tomorrow. do so via e-mail. Or Victoria if urgent.

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I'm in Savannah!!!!

I'm going to Savannah in 2 weeks! Boy how time flies!!! I hope it's a lot cooler by the time we go. It'd be really nice to go on our ghost tour in a hearse all bundled up in warm clothes and sweaters. I can't wait for sitting at outdoor cafes people watching and sipping martinis.

Hmm... this means I need to get my hair done real soon-like.

Going to a concert and going to go dancing should not make me this sore afterward. I've gotten incredibly lazy with the summer heat, but maybe now that the weather's finally becoming bearable, Victoria and I will start playing racquetball and going for walks again. I also want to steal Asia's idea of Tae-Bo. My mom used to have a boot-leg tape of it when back in the era of VHS. It was fun kicking and punching and feeling like a badass, but before I knew it, it was disappeared. :(

Not only are my muscley parts sore, my left arm is in constant remembrance of the 5 second break I took on the way from Firestone to I-Bar after the Circa Survive show. Why? you ask? Because there was an ant bed there filled with very angry ants who decided to attack my arm with full force. So now the top of my forearm looks likes some teenage boy's pimply face. Wee! Now it's a constant battle not to scratch or just bother it in general.

And that's not it either! After the headlining band came on, we made our way downstairs to the front of the stage and in the general pushy-shovey happy good times my left plug got knocked out. I had been having trouble with it previously (it didn't want to stretch and let me know, so I went back down, then the day prior to the show it did and we were both happy) and after it got knocked out I stuck the right plug in the ear to stop it from shrinking back down. Yeah, the combination of the two actions have caused it to be super pissed and swollen now. And also not liking the 6 gauge anymore. So it's back to the 8 gauge for the 3rd time. I'll stay here for a while (a month maybe) as much as it saddens me. I think the idea of being uneven annoys me more than anything (OCD anyone??)

I know it's sounds like I'm complaining about Friday a lot, but I actually had a very good time. We had originally went to see Michael Ian Black perform, but his show was sold out by the time we got there. We were a lot less disappointed than I'd imagined we'd be. Probably partly because we'd planned for it. The bartender upstairs at Firestone said he thought of us when he went to the liquor store. The show was good. There was lots of confetti and inflated balloons being bounced around. It's amazing that they got their trendy scene fans to participate like that. :) I-Bar was FUN. Fun like it used to be. We saw Wanda and Christina, the Spaniards, and hung out/danced with them. I'm glad Wanda decided to stop cutting her hair every 2 seconds, it looks good. And Christina was dressed like a nut case as usual, but is still cool as hell. The pizza people are fun.

Oh yeah, aaand I don't get how Charles thinks Portugal. The Man and Circa Survive sound alike. Let alone that Circa "does it better." I have stopped trying to argue because logic and reality have no place wherever Charles lives. Lucky him.

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Note: I was quietly texting Davy pretty much the whole time. The only thing I said to the lisping guy who had to kick us out was, Sorry, and the only thing I said to the security guy who shadowed us in line was What's the worst that could happen to him, to which he never really replied.

Without further ado, Charles story:

apparently know matter how drunk you are. and how long youve been standing in a line of human beings (which are horribly shitty creatures) and you cant leave...its still not ok to piss in public. especially when your just standing there amongst people and continue to walk in line and continue to pee.

i didnt know that....obviously i did, but it was the alcohol and the acid flashbacks i susppose. so this family behind me started talking shit and going crazy. their kids were roughly in the ages of 13-14 to 16 and their happy american vacation christian parents were like trying to make like i just shit on everything they stand for....so what did charles do. I SHIT ON EVERYTHING THEY STAND FOR and lived up to their expectations. they had to add a new color to the terrorist ratings on me last night. they moved two or three people inline infront of them, because i was tearing into them so bad, and then those people got pissed. and they were middle aged drunk guys! we walked in line with the shithead (this newfound coalition against me) for like another 30 min. and finally right before the entrance to the ride they had security and police question me and take me out of line. i had to write up and incident report and they took me to processing where all the drunk low lifes of universal studios were passed out, screaming and fighting and crying. i kept yelling and cursing at the cops and security that it was bullishit and i know lindsay lohan would have been proud of me.

the family didnt/couldnt take the situation anymore and they dipped out. they got to stay in the park and actually get their place back in line. me on the other hand, had to panhandle my body for a release favor.

no not really they acutally got tired of me and vicky and kayisha complaining that it was bullshit. when they went to get more help. the help pretty much told them to fuck off and let me go! they kicked us all out of the park. but we can go back anytime still!

GOD I LOVE THIS CUNT TREE!-and if you get that, your amazing

ps big ups to Nick the bartender for making our drinks so strong we coulda went cross eyed!

pps i thnk freddys house was one of the best, and its just not because im biased... the freddy on my page was completly out of context with me going to HHN.

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Fuckin' Christians don't appreciate it when you fuckin' curse! Buttt... they do appreciate it when cursin' non-Christians stick up for them by cursing and then fuck them in uncomfortable places... Theraputic drunken I-Bar nights FTW. Extra special bonus running into drunk fightin' friends at pizza planet or whatever that place is called...

So I totally spaced about having to report for jury duty today and had to inform everyone at work that there may onluy be 2 trainee supervisors there until about 5 pm. I was naturally unexcited at the prospect of being at the courthouse from 8 am until whenever they decided to let me go. Still, I begrudgingly set my alarm for 6:30, 6:45 and 7 am to ensure that I got my lazy self out of bed in time. Last night I went to bed at about 1 and of course, couldn't sleep. In the morning, my alarm went off all 3 times; each of which I heard and shut off.Then at about 8:45, Victoria knocks on my door, informing me that it's almost 9. I freak out., start digging through clothes and fail at dialing the area code on my T-Mobile phone. Lucky for me, there's no penalty for showing up late, and i totally snuck illegal contraband (a bottle of water) into the courthouse.  I made friends with a couple of other 20-somethings and we had break at the same time and ate at Chili's.  Eventually I got called off and now I get to go to work!

So July 4th my battery dies, no big deal. Then a few weeks later, one of my back tires explodes on US-1. The other one's about to go so I have that replaced, too. Then yesterday, as I'm driving to work, some asshole can't take 2 seconds to check his blindside and hits the front end of the passage side on my car. I think, oh maybe he's gonna pull into the middle/turning lane so we can get this sorted out. No. Maybe trying to find a way to get all the way across traffic to pull into a parking lot? No. Trying to lose me in morning traffic so he doesn't have to pay for my car? Yes. So I follow him, trying to convince him with my persistence to pull over to no avail, get what I can of his tag (all but the first letter), and call the police. It's at this point that he pulls onto Nasa and I don't bother to chase him more. The police operator tells me, if I want to file a report now, I have to go back to the scene of the accident (somewhere on US-1 north of Nasa, pick a spot any spot) and wait for a cop and lose valuable hours at work. Why he couldn't send someone to my job, I'm not sure. So now I have to go file a report at the police department in Melbourne. My insurance deductable to get the shit fixed and have them raise my rates? $500. I hate cars.

In other news, I finally got a decent check after July 4th shit hours, and it's all going to rent and utilities. Well, not all of it. I spent some of it today on sushi at what was supposed to be John Mccourt's going away dinner with OTR supervisors and ended up being with Chris, John and every one of their friends who worked at OTR for at least 3 days. I split 4 rolls with Josh Carl (?!) and educated everyone on the awesomeness of Thai tea. Sushi kinda eases the suckage of being on the bad end of a hit and run. 

Oh yeah, on the way home, I passed a funeral where the attendees all released balloons in the air. I know it's not supposed to be good the the sea turtles and all, but it seemed really nice. They all wore white t-shirts and jean shorts and I just felt kinda light as I saw them release the balloons.

My tire sploded on the way home. I thought there was a jet plane flying right next to me Turns out, there wasn't. So I pulled into Palm Casual parking lot to put on a donut. It took me what seemed like forever to wretch the damned jack from it's little hidey-hole. During which time a couple in a mini-van stopped in the parking lot to look inside the closed store and do everything possible to avoid having to help me. Doesn't matter, I know how to change my own tire. Good thing I left a little early or I woulda got all rained on.

In other news... Read a book, nigga.

So I get home a few minutes ago and the teenage to early 20's middle easternish kid from next door is all sitting on the steps creeping me the fuck out. To preface, the other night VIctoria and I came home and he was looking out at us from his bedroom with the blinds open and his light on.  Obvious.  So yeah, when I saw him on the steps, first thoughts, "Ugh, weird and unavoidable. Why are you on our communal steps blocking my way???" So I went to go check the mail which I was pretty sure Vicky had already done and when I came back he was gone. I'm sure if he realized the perceived strangeness of his ways or if maybe I was a little bit louder than I thought when I whispered "Cree-py" as I rolled up my car window.

Also, trying to figure out whether or not I had to buy Maroon 5 tickets for Victoria this afternoon forced me to constantly wake myself after three different dreams and subsequently remember them all. Two of which involved me beating or threatening to beat people with bats or sticks. The first one was my favorite though so I'll try telling it. I was a little boy being held captive by some man of importance, maybe a king, probably not. In any case, I was being forced to tell him a story. As I told the story I also made some designs on a clay sculpture. I would take a hook-y tool (the professional term, thank you) and incise swirly designs on it and then take the clay from the incisions and make more swirly designs on the sculpture. As the story went on the sculpture got bigger and taller, with me sitting toward the top, and the chair or throne the captor sat on grew taller, too. Eventually the sculpture and the captor disappear or the captor just transformed into a skinny mixed girl who either wanted to hurt me, or who I thought I could take out and make my way to freedom. All I know is I'm hitting her with a bat, she has one too, but it's not doing anything. No matter how much force I try to use to hit her, it comes out as a weak-wristed little tap. At one point I knock the bat she has out of her hand and try hitting her with both bats, with the same pathetic effect. And that's about the time I jerk myself out of sleep to see if Vicky's still here or not.

bid starting at $666.00  - it had to happen people... however the award goes to this guy for creativity and actually being able to draw in the offers.

btw, somebody seriously needs to bring me the money, people. my battery died last night and i had a fun time freaking out thinking it may be the alternator which i don't even know what that is but it sounds expensive. then going to 3 different places to find a battery and them not having it .then having to go to hyundai which i didn't want to do because i knew it was gonna take 2 hours for them to say "yeah, yer battery's dead. you need a new one" and then put it in and it did. and now i sleep the sleep of the tired. oh yeah, plus that whole not working for a week thing because 'merika's all independent. not independent of money, people!

We've missed you soooo much.

I love how I'm totally packing right now. 'Cause I got more boxes. And have not been sitting in front of this computer for the past 2 hours. I love how I'm not plotting to go play Guitar Hero... I love that my new apartment will be mine in 2 more days.

Florida... fuck yeah!

Brevard County makes it to ED's front page.