Apple had this fancy ad campaign to lure PC people over to macs, most of them were dumb and boring but THIS ONE was the best. they pulled it ‘cos they thought the girl might’ve been all baked. you’ll need quicktime to view it.
July 21, 2002
July 19, 2002
hurray pictures are back up. here’s something i spent a ridiculous amount of time on
click for my coolness page
oh yeh, u guys should check out SUPERJUDGE cuz i said so. he said nice things about me. he did. and i didn’t have to ask him to.
right just one more thing, for those of you not in-the-know, THE G SPOT is the place where all the cool cats hang out, otherwise known as the shittiest guestbook ever. yes. go to it.
July 18, 2002
my pictures are down today. meh. sorry. this fat italian old guy said to me as i was riding my bike thru a yellow lite which eventually turned red, “red lite red lite stop stop.” and i’m all “fuck off.” true story. then as i was eating pizza on a bench this loser guy comes up to me and sits down and tries to talk to me and so i pretended i was german and didn’t speak english but then the guy starts speaking german so i say sorry dude, i just don’t wanna talk to you. i’m here to eat, not to talk. then he walked away. then i finished my pizza in silence. the end.
July 17, 2002
be sure to check out EUDORA at Sneaky Dee’s the 24th of July. I’ll be there.
this woman told me off yesterday becuz she was walking her fat self across the street and i was riding my bike in her direction, tho’ nowhere near her,
“It’s a red light for you too!”
…peddle…peddle, peddle…finger raise…peddle peddle peddle…
Yup, i’m going to hell.
July 13, 2002
i am so impulsive. i just dropped 287 bucks on a new bike. the chain on my old one was all fucked up and jammed and crooked and bent and arrrrg i am so mad. i hate spending money. i go to this dinky little place and ask the asian dude to fix my chain and he goes, “no no no not on saturday. saturday busiest day for me.” i look around and there’s no one in the store other than me. “uhh, ummm, sure..well can you do it?” “Yes i can fix it.” “Today, yes or no?” “No.” “FINE!”
at the second place the dude tried to un-jam the chain but said that he’d have to take apart the whole mechanism and get me a new something-or-other but it couldn’t be done til thursday. so i walk it to this other place but the guy is in belleville and his assistant in a wheelchair asks me if i wanna smoke a j and wait ’til the dude comes back. no thanks i need a fucking bike today, dammit. so i go back to the place where the guy tried to fix it and say, i wanna trade in my bike for a new one. and so he shows me some and i buy one as well as a fancy U-Lock and then i ride away tra la la. and you know what, i’ve a perfectly good bike at home but do i bother to wait a few days before i can get my hands on it? ‘course not. that’s not the way it works when yer hypo-manic.
July 8, 2002
WET HUSSY NITES – date being set back. some shite film party is happenin’ at le b-side instead. we’re not as important. i’ll keep you posted as to when the nite is a go go. ah hell. someone comfort me. my life is hell. bah.
July 4, 2002
I’m obsessed with reading other people’s personal lives again. help me god. this guy is good. pay him attention.
talking about the weather is totally lame and all that i know, but man, fuck, this heat is just killing me. it turns me into a complete lazy, greasy slob who won’t leave the house ’til it gets dark. i swear it. plus i ride my bike everywhere these days so it gets me doubly sweaty/exhausted. smoking when it’s hot also sucks. you can feel your insides burning and u get wicked lightheaded. i wish i had AC. it would make not leaving the apt. more worth it and then i wouldn’t have to hang around the grocery store so much.
