Saturday, September 18, 2004

Bouncing was cool last night. Live music was played for the first time since I have worked there and it was really good. I think I spent more money than I made last night. Red Bulls, tipping the band, sending flowers to a girl at another bar. Oh well. I got to see live music and then go to an after party at my friend's house. I did have to deal with a real, live stalker last night. Every time I or the other security guard walked out, the guy would take off. After four hours of this psycho staring inside the bar on and off, I confronted him. Long story short, he was married to and watching a specific person in the bar and didn't think there should be a problem with him standing outside the bar looking in a window all night.

Wrong.

Naturally, my friendly inquisition of his intentions pissed this personification of a COPS episode (jeans, jean jacket, white tennis shoes, scraggly hair, cigarette, fucked up eyes... he looked like he was just pulled out of the back of a police car) off enough that he wanted to fight me. I may be on a diet of Jack Daniels and bar food, but he looked like he was on a diet of heroine and methamphetamines. Jack trumps meth, right? Whatever. Some people that knew the guy went out to diffuse the situation and I went inside and bummed three cigarettes, which I chain smoked.

Could have got laid last night. Opted to be held. I'm a fag.

Living la vida Gooch.

Fuck.


Friday, September 17, 2004

So, I'm secretly digging the new Nelly/Christina Aguilera track "Til't cha head back" but the Curtis Mayfield song that they're singing over (Superfly)is much cooler to listen to than this new endeavor. Beastie Boys "Egg Man" from Paul's Boutique also heavily samples Mayfield's Blaxploitation theme song from 1972. It's cool, though... just not so much from Nelly/Christina.

Good morning. I added to the earlier blog, an addendum if you will. If you won't, then go fuck yourself. I woke up at 4am and can't seem to sleep any more. it's 8:34 now. I've resorted to eating leftover barbecue ribs from the Prime Rib here in Portland in an effort to get the "itis," or whatever the hell Chapelle was talking about in that skit. Four hours sleep. What the hell is happening to me? I've got to try to sleep a little while, then wake up to an alarm at 11am so I can make a business lunch in Tigard.

I lead a tortured existence. I'd go to AA, but even the group leader would probably take me out for drinks afterwards. The main problem is that I don't have any real problems, so I have nothing to complain about but I'm still bitter about shit, but I can't say anything because people will say "you don't have any real problems" and then I'll go absolutely fucking nuts, then I'll take a xanax, then I'll sleep for four hours, then I'll bitch about only sleeping for four hours and then some asshole will inevitably say "I only slept three hours last night" and I'll say 'good for fucking you.'

Working at Skyland tonight. Live music there this evening. It'll be fun.

I think my heart is a political candidate and my dick is the campaign adviser.
CNN.com - Coroner: 9 drugs found in Rick James' system - Sep 16, 2004

Thanks, YMike. Originally, Rick James' family stated that the singer died from "natural" causes. RJ had nine drugs in his system... naturally.

Note: My comments regarding making out with girls or anything of that nature are not meant in any way to disrespect any girlfriends, past, present, or future. I've never expected anyone I've dated to check on this website, so I haven't posted with that in mind. I love my ex and her son and only think the best of her.

It's 4am... I'm nightmarish right now. I can't find my favorite blanky to help me sleep.. I can't even find my favorite porny, also to help me sleep. "They Live" is on American Movie Classics. Fucking... sweet.

Tuesday, September 14, 2004

There's more than one way to skin a cat. I've tried four or five already. - G
Ah... it's 3am. I was working at the home office when I decided to take a nap at 7pm. I woke up at 12:30am. I'm like Rip Van Winkle. If I was a corny white rapper, you could say I was like Robert Van Winkle. I finished the computer work I had started and then went shopping at WinnCo.

Winnco, the 24-hour discount grocery store. It's 24 hours, but from midnight to 8am is when the store crew works at restocking the shelves and cleaning up. This means that helping you, saying hi, or acknowledging you when you want to do something so bothersome as to pay for your groceries seems out of the question at 2am. I'm not complaining, Diet Rockstar energy drinks, the staple of my alcoholic (and non-alcoholic morning) diet sells for $1.58 whereas I've been paying $2.25 elsewhere. Diet Rockstar's white 18oz. can looks like a beer and whenever I go to an early-morning job (10am or so) people have stopped me because they thought I was drinking beer. They only think that because the can looks like beer and I'm probably buzzed from the night before.

Holy crap, I need to sleep. Star Wars Trilogy DVDs come out later this month. Someone said on the TV that it was the first "digital release" of the films. Tell that to my Laserdisc collection, bitches. I'm out of it... really tired. Hopefully I'll look coherent tomorrow. It's 3:18. Out:gooch

Monday, September 13, 2004

I've upgraded from making out with mediocre girls on the dance floor to good looking ones as of this last weekend. Feels... good. Worked all weekend during the days. Working right now, as a matter of fact.

On your best day you're not as smart as me on my worst day.- Judge Judy

Funny thing at a bar, mention a porn website around a group of guys and watch ears and eyebrows perk up. Some guy said "milfhunter" and three guys (including me) turned, acknowledged, then looked away. Funny.

I got nothing... I'll think of something and get back to you. Gooch:ouT