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Thursday, May 02, 2002it truly sucks not having internet service! it's not as if i really try and update my blog, but i really miss AIM. It has been the less expensive form of communication between my girl and i. i miss it. i'll attempt posting shit, while at work, in the near(ish) future.p.s.- moving sucks ass, but shithead roomies suck worse. posted by Bryan on 8:56 PM
Tuesday, April 23, 2002
posted by Bryan on 12:31 AM
Saturday, April 20, 2002Pot smokers: GO HOME!the store i work in had a 4:20 sale today. After 10 hours of smelly hippies, I hope a "bad" batch of grass get's to the public. The best part of the day was watching stupid,stoned, drunk idiots try and find the piperoom. We moved the room last night/this morning, away from all the other parts. For 10 hours morons came in droves all glossy and bloodshot eyed. It was also a trip to watch said morons try and count their money out. Most of them paid with credit cards. I guess you can't count when you're high. Fuck 'em! posted by Bryan on 8:14 PM
Friday, April 19, 2002Oh My God! I think I've been molested.Another blasé blah day at work ended by the strangest event to date. Today, a couple of female piercees wanted nipple rings. The two go to school at I.U. and were in route to Chicago for the weekend. They are both in their early twenties (21& 25). They dropped in the Lafayette area and headed to a local watering hole, Harry's Chocolate Shop (which happened to be listed in Rolling Stone’s best college bars [10/11/01]). After the liquid courage, they came to me. Note to readers: no one who is drunk gets pierced. First come the questions, “does it hurt”, “how bad does it hurt”, “can I wear a bra”, etc. YES, Not that bad, YES. Forms are filled, ID’s are checked, jewelry is picked out, and payment is made. I overhear comments about the two guys that are with them won’t leave them alone. Nothing too out of the ordinary. The first up is the oldest and she sends the others to smoke. She is not too nervous, just mildly concerned. She tells me: “I’ve never shown my breasts to a complete stranger.” I respond with my standard, “Hi, I’m Bryan.” It works every time. The procedure goes perfectly and she is happy that it didn’t hurt. One down, one to go. Client #2 is now done with her smoke; the edge might have been taken off a little. Not enough. She comes back to the room and her friend insists that it didn’t really hurt. I overhear her saying “…as soon as this is done, I’m making out with that guy (one of the gents following these girls).” Her friend says “no you’re not!” Again, nothing out of the ordinary. The first client leaves and the door shut behind her. I begin my routine by putting on the latex gloves. She mentions that her bedroom is the same color as the piercing room. “I can relax with this color”, she says. Note to readers: the piercing room is bright red, one of the least calming colors in the décor palette. I get everything set up on the mayo stand. She loses the shirt and bra. I ask her to stand, so I can clean and mark her. During the cleaning, she says, “ I haven’t had someone this close to my nipple without biting it.” Note to readers: people tend to make humorous comments to ease tension. Believe me, I’ve heard worse. She is marked and on the table. I clamp the nipple of desire and ready the cork and needle. She grabs the forearm of the clamping hand, another common response by those who are scared. Most piercees have a friend in the room with them for comfort, she wasn’t one of them. I tell her to control her breathing, 4-5 deep breaths in a row. She is looking in the direction of the mayo stand, right past my hip, or so I think… As the needle goes through her nipple, she reaches over and grabs my penis. Firmly, but not a grasp in reaction to pain. I quickly remove the clamp and leave the needle and cork in her nipple. I step away quickly and remove her hand. She asks with a big grin, “what are you doing tonight”. I say, “going out with my girlfriend.” She says “I knew it, you are too cute to be single.” I say “thank you.” I grab the ring slide it through and close it up faster than I ever have before. Did that just happen? Holy shit! What the fuck? Echo in my head. My butt is then touched, I’m not sure if it was just her sitting up or copping one last feel. It scares me none the less. She gets dressed slowly. Too slowly. I keep thinking, I need to get out of this room. She leans over the table a bit suggestively. I look to the floor. The time creeps by in slow-motion. I begin to feel more and more violated with each passing millisecond. The door finally opens, I make a run for the counter. She is showing the ring off to a fellow employee and hitting on her too. I’ve had enough and go outside for a cigarette. I’ve never felt so dirty in my life! posted by Bryan on 1:54 AM
Sunday, April 07, 2002want to see how many drug references you have in your blog? run it through this! The Brunching Shuttlecocks | The Drug Slang Translatorposted by Bryan on 7:36 PM
Friday, April 05, 2002 Which Angelina Are You? At least I'm not Gia, or Burn From Hackers.  Which John Cusack Are You? I was kinda hoping for Wanye Myers from Better Off Dead, but ...  Which "Saved By The Bell" Character Are You? I AM NOT A PRETTY BOY!!! I think that's the worse than being Screech, oh wait nevermind.
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posted by Bryan on 10:41 PM
Friday, March 29, 2002A Deity defiled by It's own name. "It's a goddamn disgrace!""Compulsion in religion is distinguished peculiarly from compulsion in every other thing. I may grow rich by an art I am compelled to follow; I may recover health by medicines I am compelled to take against my own judgement; but I cannot be saved by a worship I disbelieve and abhor." -Thomas Jefferson WTF is up with organized religion? Has it become the root of all "evil"? Islamic, Christian, and Jewish faiths have been on the dissecting table lately. Each one shares the same holy land in present-day Israel. Continuous fighting since the dawn of their "existence" has kept this region in turmoil. All of these groups convinced the other's beliefs are wrong. Terroism: what happens when religion and government combine. People, hiding beneath religion, are commiting heinous acts on others: Palestinians are running suicide missions, Israelis retaliate with military force, and Catholics are molesting the youth. I'll digress... These constitute the "evils" that the forementioned faiths aim to eradicate. I fear that the continual push for more religion in society (ie: government, schools, and "morals") will eliminate our rights. The more I hear of this shit happening, I grow more adamant about separation in church and state. I will not comply to the rules of American Christian society, the morality it suggests, or the hatred it implores. There has been a desire to bring "morals" back into American's lives. It's true, I believe in some of the morals Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, Judaism, Buddhism, and others have set forth. I, however, don't want to be forced in to attrition for my lack of religion. Too many leaders in government want us "follow" a belief structure that will weaken our 'Merican rights. On a morality-related note: I watched the Bill O'Reilly special on Media Corruption on the Youth. This man epitomizes sensationalism in the media. He went "in depth" about how shock rock, rap, movies, and internet-porn are perversing the children. I will agree that porn sites have horrible dehumaniziation effects on adolescents view of women. I can aslo see how certain lyrical content results in the same. I do not think that the artists are responsible for kids getting their hands on such albums. Parents need to be the ones who stop or allow the child to hear these albums. The internet, radio, television, and movies are not baby-sitters! Pay attention to your kids, they'll appreciate it. posted by Bryan on 2:58 AM
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