I feel like LJ's version of a boomafag....
God the memories that this website bring back to me, the people that I've met through the site...including several folks that I happen to be friends with to this day...including Pierce & Mikey...
I just find myself remembering this wide-eyed wild children who have all grown up into responsible incredible men and can't believe how lucky I have been to share my world with them.
Then I think of the jobs I had thru my LJ career...Rainforest Cafe,, Margaritaville...Mimi's Cafe...Cheesecake Factory....I think of the roommates that I had....sweet naive Clay, almost too simple minded for words, Chris & his big dumb dog Tigger (who used to sneak tricks in and out of the apartment as if he had his own fast pass installed on the side of his bedroom door. Before them came James, who foresake all his friends under the guise of love, in the form of a manipulating douche of a boyfriend who'se heart might've been in the right place but his delivery system was a smidge off.
Then there were frau Stacy, of the OCD and royal hose beast attitutde...who used to send faux complain letters to various restaurants just because she found out thru me that she could get comped meals. Who was so tense you could wedge a lump of coal up her twattle and pull out a few blood diamonds. (You think I am making this up?) Then there was Elan, with her Mum the wicked new aged wench...errr witch of the north....who felt it okay for her and her brood to descend on an already overcrowded apartment and essentially over double the occupancy and then get pissy when we said they should contribute toward our bills....if for anything else than Elan never actually asked our permission, she just invited them for shits and giggles. It was nice of her mom's bf to get permission for his parole officer to cross state lines though. What made her visit exatra special blossom type perfect....finding lines of salt outside of our bedroom doors because she was working her magic on us....or maybe the jar of piss she froze in our freezer as a spell component. I mean WHO DOES THAT. She was one of those mothers who always made their children feel that they did no wrong and the world was always at fault. Sorry lady never did and never will work that way.
Then we come to Mike....oh Michael Ridenour did we have some fun times....it was great working at Rainforest Cafe with you, watching you give away your shifts so you could go home and get baked, only to hear excuse after excuse as to why your rent & cable were going to be yet again late for me to cover the $$ for you. To watch you spend $$$ hand over fist on almost every get thin fast skill which was a bit amusing. Oh then there was the way you apparently got my cats killed when I entrusted their lives to you because you claimed to love them. Even after I went out of my way to stay on the lease so that you coule have a place to live, knowing full well the other guys would've kicked you out the moment the door closed behind me. You were somebody I thought of as friend, who's flaws I severely overlooked...despite you smoked your major food groups through the bottom of the bong, you were lazy and irresponsible...you parked your car two buildings down because if not they might come tow your car any day....and you lived trick to trick on the internet rather than form long last real ties to people.
Then I try to keep in touch with you when I'm back in jersey, ask how my cats were doing only to find out from a 3rd party that you gave them away....you were taking my money but not using it for what it had been intended to do. When I find out what happened to Riley & Bailey @ your hand, I was livid. Then you dodged my emails, messages, and texts...which is why chose to call Mr; & Mrs. Ridenour and shed some light on just what kind of pot smoking debt dodging, cleptomanic inclined, pet killing, bill collector dodging bouncing baby bastard that they'd manage to raid. I even told them about Riley & Bailey (the two cats you claimed to love) and the way you'd leave me to cover your bills why you gave up shifts to get stoned. I also told them about all those hour alone you'd spend in your room with your foreign porn collection and how if it hadn't been for me the other roommates would've kicked your lazy loafing ass out on the streets and I was pretty stupid for thinking of you as a friend and shielding it from happening for as long as I could.
Of course not all was bad...with that crap came the good...I met Kevin, aka KarbonKidZero...and we hit it off right away, even met where he worked @ Blockbuster Video. We ended up dating several years and he was a force of good in my life....as were Pierce, Michael, Stephen, Eli, and others. I hope that many of you are still around because I would love to hear from any of you again.
I just find myself remembering this wide-eyed wild children who have all grown up into responsible incredible men and can't believe how lucky I have been to share my world with them.
Then I think of the jobs I had thru my LJ career...Rainforest Cafe,, Margaritaville...Mimi's Cafe...Cheesecake Factory....I think of the roommates that I had....sweet naive Clay, almost too simple minded for words, Chris & his big dumb dog Tigger (who used to sneak tricks in and out of the apartment as if he had his own fast pass installed on the side of his bedroom door. Before them came James, who foresake all his friends under the guise of love, in the form of a manipulating douche of a boyfriend who'se heart might've been in the right place but his delivery system was a smidge off.
Then there were frau Stacy, of the OCD and royal hose beast attitutde...who used to send faux complain letters to various restaurants just because she found out thru me that she could get comped meals. Who was so tense you could wedge a lump of coal up her twattle and pull out a few blood diamonds. (You think I am making this up?) Then there was Elan, with her Mum the wicked new aged wench...errr witch of the north....who felt it okay for her and her brood to descend on an already overcrowded apartment and essentially over double the occupancy and then get pissy when we said they should contribute toward our bills....if for anything else than Elan never actually asked our permission, she just invited them for shits and giggles. It was nice of her mom's bf to get permission for his parole officer to cross state lines though. What made her visit exatra special blossom type perfect....finding lines of salt outside of our bedroom doors because she was working her magic on us....or maybe the jar of piss she froze in our freezer as a spell component. I mean WHO DOES THAT. She was one of those mothers who always made their children feel that they did no wrong and the world was always at fault. Sorry lady never did and never will work that way.
Then we come to Mike....oh Michael Ridenour did we have some fun times....it was great working at Rainforest Cafe with you, watching you give away your shifts so you could go home and get baked, only to hear excuse after excuse as to why your rent & cable were going to be yet again late for me to cover the $$ for you. To watch you spend $$$ hand over fist on almost every get thin fast skill which was a bit amusing. Oh then there was the way you apparently got my cats killed when I entrusted their lives to you because you claimed to love them. Even after I went out of my way to stay on the lease so that you coule have a place to live, knowing full well the other guys would've kicked you out the moment the door closed behind me. You were somebody I thought of as friend, who's flaws I severely overlooked...despite you smoked your major food groups through the bottom of the bong, you were lazy and irresponsible...you parked your car two buildings down because if not they might come tow your car any day....and you lived trick to trick on the internet rather than form long last real ties to people.
Then I try to keep in touch with you when I'm back in jersey, ask how my cats were doing only to find out from a 3rd party that you gave them away....you were taking my money but not using it for what it had been intended to do. When I find out what happened to Riley & Bailey @ your hand, I was livid. Then you dodged my emails, messages, and texts...which is why chose to call Mr; & Mrs. Ridenour and shed some light on just what kind of pot smoking debt dodging, cleptomanic inclined, pet killing, bill collector dodging bouncing baby bastard that they'd manage to raid. I even told them about Riley & Bailey (the two cats you claimed to love) and the way you'd leave me to cover your bills why you gave up shifts to get stoned. I also told them about all those hour alone you'd spend in your room with your foreign porn collection and how if it hadn't been for me the other roommates would've kicked your lazy loafing ass out on the streets and I was pretty stupid for thinking of you as a friend and shielding it from happening for as long as I could.
Of course not all was bad...with that crap came the good...I met Kevin, aka KarbonKidZero...and we hit it off right away, even met where he worked @ Blockbuster Video. We ended up dating several years and he was a force of good in my life....as were Pierce, Michael, Stephen, Eli, and others. I hope that many of you are still around because I would love to hear from any of you again.