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2002-05-02T20:56:00.000-04:00

it 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.

2002-04-23T00:31:00.000-04:00

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2002-04-20T20:14:00.000-04:00

Pot 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!

2002-04-19T01:54:00.000-04:00

Oh 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!

2002-04-07T19:36:00.000-04:00

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2002-04-05T22:41:00.000-05:00

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.

I am Kung Fu Master.

I like to be in control of myself. I dislike crowds, especially crowds containing people trying to kill me. Even though I always win, I prefer to avoid fights if possible. What Video Game Character Are You?

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2002-03-29T02:58:00.000-05:00

A 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.

2002-03-24T02:04:00.000-05:00

Lack-Lustre performance on a lack-lustre day.

I truly hate Saturdays that feel like Sundays. I could not get out of bed. Three seperate occasions, i was woken up. I feel back asleep, way too easy. I guess it's a well deserved rest, considering I never get to sleep before 2:30am. Nothing amused me, nothing held my attention. The only moment of enjoyment came when my girlfriend swung by after a car washing. That was short-lived elation. 10 minutes w/ a loved one is never enough. Oh well, I'll shut up.

Blogging is an experience I've yet to master. Most of the time I could care less about typing anything for the 4 readers I have. When I feel I have something to say, it never comes across the way I'd like it to. I'm am too brief. I hate flowery writing. I hate pointless ramblings, but they seem to be my forté. So, this shit sucks? Yes, I know! Deal with it, maybe it might be worthwhile some day.

2002-03-20T16:25:00.000-05:00

Communication Breakdown

Why is it so difficult to talk when one is depressed? Why don't dipshit roommates fill you in on what the fuck is going on? Why doesn't my boss listen to our ideas?
I'm a bit on the confused side of the coin. Maybe, I just speak my feelings and the facts.

So, quite possibly, I might be getting evicted. WooHoo! Roommates are no fun when they don't listen to you or the police. So, due to their fuckin stupidity I might have an eviction on my record for 9 fuckin' years. What is wrong w/ this situation? I had no part in the events that led/ are leading to the eviction. WTF??? I'm not sure if any of you care, but i needed to vent. ARRRGHHH!!!!

Thanks for listening.

2002-03-19T00:06:00.000-05:00

Bravo for the Colin Quinn Show!

I'm so glad that NBC was/is willing to broadcast a politically incorrect program. It was refreshingly beautiful to witness people of various race/sex/ethnicity debate on "diversity" in America. All participants took turns poking, sometimes stabbing at whichever group they wished. Their arguments were based on personal, yet very humorous, experiences. I was, however, disappointed that their were no gay men on the panel, except Rosie O'Donnell. Come on, laugh a little. Two of my favs are paraphrased below.

**"Why is it that you can't joke about retarded people? 'You are so insensitive!' 'Mental handicaps aren't anything to joke about.' But, when Tom Hanks runs around on screen screaming 'I luv you Je-nay!' it's 'Genius'?"

**"...If you are a white man standing on the corner of Amsterdam in Harlem, and five black guys are headed for you... RUN! don't stand there and think: 'If I run, they might think I'm a racist' Run, or you dead boy! If I'm on a corner and five bald-headed white guys are comin' at me, I'm not gonna stop and think: 'Maybe there was a cancer meeting.' I run."

2002-03-14T02:02:00.000-05:00

the magic 8-ball is just a toy!

i'll admit it, i have used one for real decisions. I mean how can a toy go wrong when you ask it: "should i watch t.v.?", "do people think i'm cool?", etc. It, of course, answers: "You may rely on it". WROK!

the downfall comes when you ask it serious questions: "does _____ love ______?" the goddamn thingie fails you! DO NOT use or trust the Magic 8-Ball when your heart is on the line. It may only disappoint you.

proceed with caution.

2002-03-12T23:17:00.000-05:00

Which Rock Chick Are You?

hmm, i'm not sure if i should be flattered or scared. Tori is pretty cool, but i know I would never look that good in the outfit pictured. (sorry, for that visual).

2002-03-11T23:05:00.000-05:00

Hum drum days.

I've been passing the blasé days, hand coding my blog. I don't care for any of that shit. HTML is not fun, how others do it is beyond me. I'd much rather cheat, using Adobe GoLive. I didn't. I figured I'd need to know how to eventually. I'm still no good, but who cares?

Work really sucks when there is no person on campus. Five hours of boredom. YUCK! Spring Break, wooohooo! I'm dreading to weeks/months after, when all the dumbassed kids come back with shitty piercings they haven't taken care of. It's my job, gotta love it.

possibily, more later?

2002-03-09T23:24:00.000-05:00

mild changes to the blog. let me know if there are any fuck-ups.

2002-03-08T03:38:00.000-05:00

I'm not sure why it makes me so mad!

jealousy ('je-l&-sE) -
1 : a jealous disposition, attitude, or feeling

jealous ('je-l&s) -
1 a : intolerant of rivalry or unfaithfulness b : disposed to suspect rivalry or unfaithfulness
2 : hostile toward a rival or one believed to enjoy an advantage
3 : vigilant in guarding a possession

I hate being that person. (The one who makes sure nothing really bothers him.) I really hate that I too have emotional impulses, and act irrationally. Yes, anger is my outlet or release.

That being said...

Why must everyone hit on my girlfriend? College freshman, cat-calling contruction workers, my friends, her friends, wannabe beatniks, Euro-Trash, etc. The latter is the most recent. Some German fuck in a near spamming-stalker manner. WTF!?!?! I'm not jeaous that it happens. It happens to all of us. It just happens, in my case, that my "stalkers" are all high schoolers. Wanting a date to piss their parents off, or taking me to a dance to show off their attractiveness, are the only motivations. Sure, it's sweet in it's naivity, but it is really dirty. (pedophilia, yuck)

I'd love to eliminate the stalkers. I hate to think that I'm over-protective, but it may be the case. I am becoming the typical male is this aspect. (suck, I think I'm hating the last thought just as much.) I'd like for it to stop, but I know better. I guess i'll learn to deal, though i'd rather not.

enough rambling for now...

2002-02-22T23:41:00.000-05:00

Victims are tied into you and stretched inch by agonizing inch, until they are either rent limb from limb or they confess. Or hey, maybe both. Not as bad as some people, someone tells you what you want to hear you'll feel better.

What torture would you be?

2002-02-18T03:18:00.000-05:00

(overly link-happy, mushy blog ahead)

Happy Birthday Lauren!!!

today is my girlfriend's 21st b-day. much to the delight of her as well as one friend in particular, i'm blogging. (my brevity shall be my blogging weakness.) let's recap the weekend.

Friday: a day off! yay. hung out w/ lauren (imagine that) all day. can you say fun? we decided to go out to dinner early, 5ish. Grindstone Charley's is pretty darn good. great conversation, decent atmosphere, dining w/ my girl: a pefrect evening.

LOL!!! after the dining fun, we came back to my place. a phone call from friends made for an interesting event. Zach and Anne come over. Lauren thought she heard a knock on my door downstairs, but gets a phone call. It's Anne. it so happens she entered the wrong place. It's all on her blog (link it).

the four of us hit up Utopia Diner for a late night caffine fix. what is it about a diner that makes you want coffee, cigarettes, and crosswords? I had a good time. Thanks guys.

Saturday: body piercing if the off-season sucks. it has been picking up lately due to the mad rush to get navel rings before spring break. 10 hours in a basement. boy, work can be lame.

more fun w/ lauren! no plans, just fun!

Sunday: another lame-ass day at work. 6 hours of boredom. i had two fun piercings though. A bridge piercing to start the day and a medusa (upper lip) on a fellow (yet rival) piercer to finish it off.

in between my fun w/ needles, i hung out at utopia diner w/ lauren. coffee, cigarettes, and crosswords oh my! my diner experience was going pretty well until they ran out of coffee (wtf?). they ran out and bought some sort of substitute sludge. maybe, caca cafe? ARRGH! anyway, work called and i bailed (see above).

Sunday was also fun with children day. at the above-said diner, cute baby girl playing w/ lauren or vice versa. they both are cuties. later, on the way home, i ran into lauren and E. he was a trip. i had only seen him a few times before i began dating his mother and only once since. he remembered my name! E kept repeating my name, it was absolutely adorable. they left, i left, and it was a good visit.

2002-01-24T02:24:00.000-05:00

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2002-01-24T02:19:00.000-05:00

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Which David Lynch character are you most like?

2002-01-24T02:12:00.000-05:00

Strawberry: 20/100 Pear: 20/100 Banana: 30/100 Tomato: 50/100 Lemon: 20/100

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2002-01-24T01:51:00.000-05:00

I'm a hard hitting drummer with a soft, silly side. I'm Dave Grohl!
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2002-01-24T01:40:00.000-05:00

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2002-01-24T01:37:00.000-05:00

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2002-01-17T22:59:00.000-05:00

Take The Confession Test!

your confession has been heard, you are absolved of your sins.

your sacrament of reconciliation is: 10 'hail mary's' and 15 'our father's'

2002-01-17T22:57:00.000-05:00

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2002-01-17T22:55:00.000-05:00

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2002-01-17T22:49:00.000-05:00

You're Morticia Addams!

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2002-01-17T22:46:00.000-05:00

2002-01-17T21:31:00.000-05:00

Who's Your Inner Supermodel? - Quiz Central - Substance Expert Services Your inner supermodel is...
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Christy Turlington!
Your strong belief that beauty comes as much from within as without is a philosophy shared by this sweet and subdued supermodel. Christy Turlington shares your love of classic beauty, opting for chic, casual clothing and cosmetics made with natural ingredients. Her love of all things serene and simple prompted her to create her own line of Ayurvedic skin care and original yoga clothes. So take a tip from your very centered spirit model and get out there and do something positive for yourself and others!

2002-01-17T20:52:00.000-05:00

I am 37.5% British, just like
Madonna
Just as happy in LA or London. Aren't the narrow roads in the UK quaint.

Take the Brit Quiz at
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2002-01-17T20:35:00.000-05:00

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2002-01-17T19:59:00.000-05:00

Which drink are you?

2002-01-15T20:36:00.000-05:00

You have a genius intellect and an awesome sense of humor. You can sarcastically put someone in their place without batting an eye. Your only problems seem to be that you have trouble acknowledging your true feelings and you may use your humor as a defense to hide what you are really feeling. But, your godliness overpowers any insignificant flaws you may have. Even if you tend to pass gas during very inconvenient moments.

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2001-10-26T23:16:00.000-04:00

Rite of passage. Wood, bone, or steel guided through flesh. Symbolism of pain endured and a new regard for life. GONE!
"How long does this take?" "It will cost THAT much??" "Will it hurt?" "How bad does it hurt?"
New mottos for a generation who believes the faster and cheaper the better. If the McDonald's corporation opened a chain of Body Art shops, kid would line up waiting for Ronald McNeedle to do his marvels.
Most never care if the place is sterile. Most don't ask to see portfolios of previous work. They want thier piece with drive-thru service.
It's understandable that money can be tight. It's perfectly reasonable to be concerned. Honestly, one pays for quality and expertice. With body jewelry, price reflects craftmanship. Better metal can aid to faster healing. An Extra-Value deal in the biz means basic, basic, basic.
en·dur·ance (n-drns, -dyr-)n.
1. The act, quality, or power of withstanding
hardship or stress.
When a needle is put in the skin, there will be pain. Expect no less! Sure, pain varies from person to person... Endorphines and adrenalin racing through the body like a hamburger in the bowels. Pass out, maybe. Survive, most definately. It's the pay-off that really matters.

YCON4M

I'm a hard hitting drummer with a soft, silly side. I'm Dave Grohl! Click here to find out which Nirvana grunge rocker you are!

I'm a hard hitting drummer with a soft, silly side. I'm Dave Grohl!
Click here to find out which Nirvana grunge rocker you are!