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Man Eating PUSSY!!!
well, now that i've got your attention...
so basically from what i can understand, mom wanted me to hook up the d.s.l. we got from verizon. so i did, and somehow we ended up with a worm on our computer. so of course it's "my fault" because parents don't know shit about computers. so whenever something happens that they don't understand it's automatically something their kids did to fuck it up. gotta love the parental mentallity. we'll get back to this part of the story later.
so thursday, i believe it was aug. 19th, travis came over. we were supposed to get all dolled up and go to nations for alchemy. so i went and got a haircut, got some shit fixed with my car (new tires, brakes, power steering, etc.), and went shopping for "vampire clothes," as my sister calls them. i decided it'd be a cool idea to get some glow sticks for the o-rings on my pants. travis wanted a vest to wear, so we ran all over the place looking for one. when we finally found one that looked nice and wasn't too expensive he didn't want it. anyways, i got a fishnet shirt, a black tshirt, a red tshirt, the glowsticks, some rings, ear rings, make-up, some nail polish... the list goes on.
anyhow, travis and i ran into keith's last, uh... thing (she calls herself his ex girlfriend, he calls her annoying). her name is danielle. i saw her a couple days before and she was acting like she was gonna kill me because keith blew her off. i had told her he was all about her to reassure her (seemed like the nice thing to do), and then he dumped her. so i ran into her at the mall and i said "don't kill me." so she told me that it was over with them (not that i didn't know already, obviously) and i apologized for misleading her. of course i just said "i'm sorry. i really thought he was all about you." she had to run because she was busy but she told me not to worry about it, that i was "a sweetheart" (why the fuck girls say shit like that, i'll never know) and asked me to come out and play pool with her sometime.
so we went to my house to get ready. while i was getting ready, travis watched bill cosby and took a nap. i had to cut the sleeves off the black tee, rip the red one to shreds, do my nails and makeup, wash the pants and get dressed. it took awhile. anyways i was finally ready and travis said i "overdid it." but i didn't care. we did take a pic. when i get it developed i'll post it. so we were off, like a herd of turtles. stopped at s'leven for some gas and a pita roll, and we left.
the club was alright. not like it used to be though. they played some old school shit: suicide commando, vnv, das ich, lords of acid, funkervogt, etc. but then they kept playing all this emo bullshit out on the balcony. ok, so i like apop and depress mode. but i mean, come on! it's supposed to be a club, not a mass suicide! liven the fucker up, deejay! if you've never been to nation before, basically it's set up like this: 3 rooms and a balcony. four dj's, one for each section. the top floor is for wankers, the ballroom is for speed-freaks and riot-girls, the main room is for acid junkies (and they even added a veejay since i last went), and the balcony is for people who want to chill, get some air, talk and dance. so i kept changing rooms. it was kinda like changing the radio station. everytime the music got shitty i'd walk around till i found something appealing.
well they had no killians so i ordered a sam adams. drank it down real swift-like and chilled on the bench with travis (he's not much of a dancer). well after awhile it got boring, so when i heard a song i knew i got up and danced my ass off. later, travis said when i danced the glowstickas on my pants made me look like a human light show. but after about 5 minutes of dancing i got a really bad athsma attack and blew out my right leg. and to make it worse the heaving for air in combination with the pita roll and the sam adams made me sick to my stomach. so i ran to the little boys room and wretched my guts out. then i felt better. still run down from the attack a bit and my knee was throbbing, but at least i wasn't sick anymore. so i sat'er out for about an hour. people kept coming up and asking for my glowsticks.
after i felt mobile again travis and i walked the club for a bit. then when i figured i was okay to dance again i danced like a madman on crack. had a show going with the glowing pants and people would stop and watch. girls wanted to dance with me so i would dance with them. guys wanted my glowsticks and i wouldn't give them up (i bought'em. go get your own!). then on my way to the lieu some girl grabbed my by my collar, said "oops" and then just bit my bottom lip, like real sado-intimate-like. very strange, i thought. so i hung back and was all, "hi, i'm riggs." she gave me a look and said "oh that was all i wanted. thanks." so yea, what was she trying to give me rabies or something? i don't know.
and on a final bit about the fucking glowsticks! just before we left some dude came up to me and asked me where he could score some ecstacy! i told him i'm not into drugs and i don't associate with people who are. so then he got all apologetic and said it was the glowsticks that made him think to ask me. i said it was ok. then it occured to me that melissa's into ecstacy now and she goes to nation on thursday nights. so i gave him her number. i figured she'd either hate me for passing her number to strange people in clubs (in which case oh well because she hates me anyways), or she'd love me for giving her more "clients" for her new junkie dealer boyfriend to profit off of. either way i figured it was a too-late-to-win-or-lose situation. the guy asked who i was so i gave him a fake name.
but then as we left it occured to me that this guy might be dangerous. i mean, i don't know who he is. and yea, things went south with me and melissa the moment clubs, raves and ecstacy became a factor and she broke my heart and all this nonsense, but that didn't make it right to give her number out to strange people. supposing one of them caught up to her and hurt her. i'd be responsible. the thought made me sick all over again, so i tried my best not to think about it.
when we got back to manassas, we went to mike's diner for breakfast. service took forever and the food sucked that morning. and of course, i was being stared at and scoffed by everyone in the restaurant. the owner even asked me, loud enough for everyone to hear if i had just come from a club in dc. i paid it no mind. we finished our breakfast and left. as we were leaving, miss kate said something to me that turned my stomach. she said, "[i looked] like a loser. no wonder [i] couldn't keep a girlfriend, the way [i] dress. is this the way [i] dress when [i] go to meet their mothers and fathers? and [i] expect to be respected looking like this?" i asked her to stop. and she said, "that girl, the cute portuguese girl [i was] seeing is better off without [me]." then i told her that i was still hurt about that subject and to please not start on it, to which she replied, "she was too good for a punk like [me] anyways. i heard she's much happier now that she's not with [me]." so i took my tip back off the table, leaving her with nothing. then i left. and i swore that if i could help it i'd never return to mike's diner ever again.
of course, that wasn't the case, because over the next week or so, i tried going to denny's instead. that worked out fine, but there were a couple circumstances that caused me to have to go to mike's in that time period. i've been there twice now since i swore not to go again. so i modified what i said. now it's: i refuse to go to mikes unless i'm meeting someone or i have no other choice. sigh, such drama over a stupid fucking restaurant that serves roachburgers and bad coffee. oh well. it's my world.
over the course of the next week not much happened. i was supposed to go to philly to see my friend liam but i had no money. i went to denny's instead of mikes when i could. while i was there i met this girl named jasmine who works at stairway west, the studio my friend rusty's cd was made in. so we got to talking about music and shit, and somehow got into the common topic of the bunnyman bridge. now somehow everytime i meet someone it always happens to be that we get to talking about this damnable bridge. and, it also always ends up being that i'm the only one out of the group who knows how to get there. so i end up playing tour guide. and i hate the fucking place! it gives me the creeps. i've done a whole lot of research on it. i know what's hiding out there, and i don't ever want to see it. but everytime i get dragged along, and everytime i get this feeling like something bad is gonna happen to me someday there. not to mention all the creepy supernatural shit i've seen there. i just don't like the place. ironically enough i'm doing a band shoot there and it was my idea. lol.
anyhow, so she and i and her friend jill go up there, they get really freaked out, we leave. end of story.
wednesday, since i was too broke to drive to philly, i decided to drive to fredericksburg to see my aunt, becky. so i got there, she showed me her new house. gave me the tour and all. then she said she was supposed to meet my aunt jane to go to some museum in downtown fredericksburg. so i went along. it was called "the strange shit people collect" or something like that. it sucked! boring as hell. and we all agreed on how lame it turned out to be, so i know it wasn't just my imagination. so after, we went to some coffee shop on the corner (of course, there's one on every corner in downtown fxbg) and sat, drank coffee and talked for awhile.
later, we went back to becky's place. she cooked dinner for us. corn, mac n cheese, ham, pineapples and rolls. good stuff. then we watched "kill bill." becky wanted me to bring vol. 1 and 2 along because she had seen neither and she is a big quentin tarrentino fan. we got like halfway through the first one and she fell asleep. so then i stayed up with my cousin tommy and we watched adult swim and i got online. i finally crashed out at around 5am.
the next day i left fredericksburg. i left the "kill bill" movies so my aunt could finish watching them. then i went to woodbridge to see charlie. he said patty was supposed to come over but i could hang out until she did. of course, it's patty we're talking about. she never called, what a shocker. i ended up hanging out with charlie until like 8. then i went home.
but on the way i got pulled over by some dykey cop who looked like jodie foster in "silence of the lambs." she pulled me over for dead tags (DEAD... silence of the lambs, lol), but let me off with a "warning" because i do security or some such shit. she said to drive directly home, and don't take my car out again and blah blah blah, and that if i get pulled over again on the way home my car would be towed. well fuck a bunch of driving the rest of the way home and getting my car towed, i thought. mike's diner was just a block down the street.
i stayed there to wait it out for awhile and then an old friend of mine, chris showed up. he wanted to go to denny's, but i didn't want to drive. i explained the car thing, so he said he'd drive. that he didn't mind eating a ticket. so we went to denny's, ran into jasmine and jill. played taboo. conversation, blah blah, then bunnyman bridge got brought up again. and chris' ears perked up. he'd never been before. and he asked me if i knew how to get there. i swear i'm fucking cursed.
so we waited till sun-up because i refused to go at night. we went. i did some experiments, they did some freaky ritual. i made a farfetched prediction about a train that actually occured five minutes later. then i wrote my name on the wall. so did chris. then we left and i went home to go to sleep.
mom won't let me on her computer because of the worm, and mine was busted up until now (there was some work involved in fixing it). and of course, just as i thought, i had some shit to pay for on ebay that i forgot about on account of not being allowed to use the computer so now the ebay people are trying to suspend my ebay account. the rest of the week was work work work. a hummer got broken into at work the other day. it happened after i was off, but i got blamed just the same. go figure. tonight i have to go, but then i'm off till friday. i figure since i didn't make it to philadelphia last week i'm gonna go tomorrow. and that's all from me. hope it was a fun and interesting read. see ya, folks!
well, now that i've got your attention...
so basically from what i can understand, mom wanted me to hook up the d.s.l. we got from verizon. so i did, and somehow we ended up with a worm on our computer. so of course it's "my fault" because parents don't know shit about computers. so whenever something happens that they don't understand it's automatically something their kids did to fuck it up. gotta love the parental mentallity. we'll get back to this part of the story later.
so thursday, i believe it was aug. 19th, travis came over. we were supposed to get all dolled up and go to nations for alchemy. so i went and got a haircut, got some shit fixed with my car (new tires, brakes, power steering, etc.), and went shopping for "vampire clothes," as my sister calls them. i decided it'd be a cool idea to get some glow sticks for the o-rings on my pants. travis wanted a vest to wear, so we ran all over the place looking for one. when we finally found one that looked nice and wasn't too expensive he didn't want it. anyways, i got a fishnet shirt, a black tshirt, a red tshirt, the glowsticks, some rings, ear rings, make-up, some nail polish... the list goes on.
anyhow, travis and i ran into keith's last, uh... thing (she calls herself his ex girlfriend, he calls her annoying). her name is danielle. i saw her a couple days before and she was acting like she was gonna kill me because keith blew her off. i had told her he was all about her to reassure her (seemed like the nice thing to do), and then he dumped her. so i ran into her at the mall and i said "don't kill me." so she told me that it was over with them (not that i didn't know already, obviously) and i apologized for misleading her. of course i just said "i'm sorry. i really thought he was all about you." she had to run because she was busy but she told me not to worry about it, that i was "a sweetheart" (why the fuck girls say shit like that, i'll never know) and asked me to come out and play pool with her sometime.
so we went to my house to get ready. while i was getting ready, travis watched bill cosby and took a nap. i had to cut the sleeves off the black tee, rip the red one to shreds, do my nails and makeup, wash the pants and get dressed. it took awhile. anyways i was finally ready and travis said i "overdid it." but i didn't care. we did take a pic. when i get it developed i'll post it. so we were off, like a herd of turtles. stopped at s'leven for some gas and a pita roll, and we left.
the club was alright. not like it used to be though. they played some old school shit: suicide commando, vnv, das ich, lords of acid, funkervogt, etc. but then they kept playing all this emo bullshit out on the balcony. ok, so i like apop and depress mode. but i mean, come on! it's supposed to be a club, not a mass suicide! liven the fucker up, deejay! if you've never been to nation before, basically it's set up like this: 3 rooms and a balcony. four dj's, one for each section. the top floor is for wankers, the ballroom is for speed-freaks and riot-girls, the main room is for acid junkies (and they even added a veejay since i last went), and the balcony is for people who want to chill, get some air, talk and dance. so i kept changing rooms. it was kinda like changing the radio station. everytime the music got shitty i'd walk around till i found something appealing.
well they had no killians so i ordered a sam adams. drank it down real swift-like and chilled on the bench with travis (he's not much of a dancer). well after awhile it got boring, so when i heard a song i knew i got up and danced my ass off. later, travis said when i danced the glowstickas on my pants made me look like a human light show. but after about 5 minutes of dancing i got a really bad athsma attack and blew out my right leg. and to make it worse the heaving for air in combination with the pita roll and the sam adams made me sick to my stomach. so i ran to the little boys room and wretched my guts out. then i felt better. still run down from the attack a bit and my knee was throbbing, but at least i wasn't sick anymore. so i sat'er out for about an hour. people kept coming up and asking for my glowsticks.
after i felt mobile again travis and i walked the club for a bit. then when i figured i was okay to dance again i danced like a madman on crack. had a show going with the glowing pants and people would stop and watch. girls wanted to dance with me so i would dance with them. guys wanted my glowsticks and i wouldn't give them up (i bought'em. go get your own!). then on my way to the lieu some girl grabbed my by my collar, said "oops" and then just bit my bottom lip, like real sado-intimate-like. very strange, i thought. so i hung back and was all, "hi, i'm riggs." she gave me a look and said "oh that was all i wanted. thanks." so yea, what was she trying to give me rabies or something? i don't know.
and on a final bit about the fucking glowsticks! just before we left some dude came up to me and asked me where he could score some ecstacy! i told him i'm not into drugs and i don't associate with people who are. so then he got all apologetic and said it was the glowsticks that made him think to ask me. i said it was ok. then it occured to me that melissa's into ecstacy now and she goes to nation on thursday nights. so i gave him her number. i figured she'd either hate me for passing her number to strange people in clubs (in which case oh well because she hates me anyways), or she'd love me for giving her more "clients" for her new junkie dealer boyfriend to profit off of. either way i figured it was a too-late-to-win-or-lose situation. the guy asked who i was so i gave him a fake name.
but then as we left it occured to me that this guy might be dangerous. i mean, i don't know who he is. and yea, things went south with me and melissa the moment clubs, raves and ecstacy became a factor and she broke my heart and all this nonsense, but that didn't make it right to give her number out to strange people. supposing one of them caught up to her and hurt her. i'd be responsible. the thought made me sick all over again, so i tried my best not to think about it.
when we got back to manassas, we went to mike's diner for breakfast. service took forever and the food sucked that morning. and of course, i was being stared at and scoffed by everyone in the restaurant. the owner even asked me, loud enough for everyone to hear if i had just come from a club in dc. i paid it no mind. we finished our breakfast and left. as we were leaving, miss kate said something to me that turned my stomach. she said, "[i looked] like a loser. no wonder [i] couldn't keep a girlfriend, the way [i] dress. is this the way [i] dress when [i] go to meet their mothers and fathers? and [i] expect to be respected looking like this?" i asked her to stop. and she said, "that girl, the cute portuguese girl [i was] seeing is better off without [me]." then i told her that i was still hurt about that subject and to please not start on it, to which she replied, "she was too good for a punk like [me] anyways. i heard she's much happier now that she's not with [me]." so i took my tip back off the table, leaving her with nothing. then i left. and i swore that if i could help it i'd never return to mike's diner ever again.
of course, that wasn't the case, because over the next week or so, i tried going to denny's instead. that worked out fine, but there were a couple circumstances that caused me to have to go to mike's in that time period. i've been there twice now since i swore not to go again. so i modified what i said. now it's: i refuse to go to mikes unless i'm meeting someone or i have no other choice. sigh, such drama over a stupid fucking restaurant that serves roachburgers and bad coffee. oh well. it's my world.
over the course of the next week not much happened. i was supposed to go to philly to see my friend liam but i had no money. i went to denny's instead of mikes when i could. while i was there i met this girl named jasmine who works at stairway west, the studio my friend rusty's cd was made in. so we got to talking about music and shit, and somehow got into the common topic of the bunnyman bridge. now somehow everytime i meet someone it always happens to be that we get to talking about this damnable bridge. and, it also always ends up being that i'm the only one out of the group who knows how to get there. so i end up playing tour guide. and i hate the fucking place! it gives me the creeps. i've done a whole lot of research on it. i know what's hiding out there, and i don't ever want to see it. but everytime i get dragged along, and everytime i get this feeling like something bad is gonna happen to me someday there. not to mention all the creepy supernatural shit i've seen there. i just don't like the place. ironically enough i'm doing a band shoot there and it was my idea. lol.
anyhow, so she and i and her friend jill go up there, they get really freaked out, we leave. end of story.
wednesday, since i was too broke to drive to philly, i decided to drive to fredericksburg to see my aunt, becky. so i got there, she showed me her new house. gave me the tour and all. then she said she was supposed to meet my aunt jane to go to some museum in downtown fredericksburg. so i went along. it was called "the strange shit people collect" or something like that. it sucked! boring as hell. and we all agreed on how lame it turned out to be, so i know it wasn't just my imagination. so after, we went to some coffee shop on the corner (of course, there's one on every corner in downtown fxbg) and sat, drank coffee and talked for awhile.
later, we went back to becky's place. she cooked dinner for us. corn, mac n cheese, ham, pineapples and rolls. good stuff. then we watched "kill bill." becky wanted me to bring vol. 1 and 2 along because she had seen neither and she is a big quentin tarrentino fan. we got like halfway through the first one and she fell asleep. so then i stayed up with my cousin tommy and we watched adult swim and i got online. i finally crashed out at around 5am.
the next day i left fredericksburg. i left the "kill bill" movies so my aunt could finish watching them. then i went to woodbridge to see charlie. he said patty was supposed to come over but i could hang out until she did. of course, it's patty we're talking about. she never called, what a shocker. i ended up hanging out with charlie until like 8. then i went home.
but on the way i got pulled over by some dykey cop who looked like jodie foster in "silence of the lambs." she pulled me over for dead tags (DEAD... silence of the lambs, lol), but let me off with a "warning" because i do security or some such shit. she said to drive directly home, and don't take my car out again and blah blah blah, and that if i get pulled over again on the way home my car would be towed. well fuck a bunch of driving the rest of the way home and getting my car towed, i thought. mike's diner was just a block down the street.
i stayed there to wait it out for awhile and then an old friend of mine, chris showed up. he wanted to go to denny's, but i didn't want to drive. i explained the car thing, so he said he'd drive. that he didn't mind eating a ticket. so we went to denny's, ran into jasmine and jill. played taboo. conversation, blah blah, then bunnyman bridge got brought up again. and chris' ears perked up. he'd never been before. and he asked me if i knew how to get there. i swear i'm fucking cursed.
so we waited till sun-up because i refused to go at night. we went. i did some experiments, they did some freaky ritual. i made a farfetched prediction about a train that actually occured five minutes later. then i wrote my name on the wall. so did chris. then we left and i went home to go to sleep.
mom won't let me on her computer because of the worm, and mine was busted up until now (there was some work involved in fixing it). and of course, just as i thought, i had some shit to pay for on ebay that i forgot about on account of not being allowed to use the computer so now the ebay people are trying to suspend my ebay account. the rest of the week was work work work. a hummer got broken into at work the other day. it happened after i was off, but i got blamed just the same. go figure. tonight i have to go, but then i'm off till friday. i figure since i didn't make it to philadelphia last week i'm gonna go tomorrow. and that's all from me. hope it was a fun and interesting read. see ya, folks!