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Friday, September 27, 2002

Blah, blah, blah. Sick, sick, sick. Broke, broke, broke. Meow, meow, meow.

Thursday, September 26, 2002

In the past week I've gotten 700 dollars worth of stuff stolen, a mother kicking her son out of her house, 102.4 fever, strep throat, another fever, and now the common cold. All on continuous days. What will today bring...?

Wednesday, September 25, 2002

Holyfuckingpooperinthescooper!. Gun n Roses is coming to Chicago. I don't care what you say or think. This going to the best. Slash or no Slash. Buckethead or no Buckethead. I can now die happy.

Now only the email address... then maybe some color changes...

I'm liking this template. Now if I could only get rid of my name and hide the email address it be great. Help?

Here's the deal... Blogger kept on giving Error 503 and telling me that they didn't like my template anymore and that I had to get a new one. Hence, no post in 9 days. So I broke down and got a new template. The problem is I don't like this template, and I'm a moron when it comes to fixing blogs. So anybody to the rescue? Some help please.

Monday, September 16, 2002

1. I'm bored.

2. So I'm going to blog.

3. Bright Eyes is amazing live.

4. I went to the 7o'clock show. Rumor has it that the Strokes were at the 10o'clock show.

5. The next day after seeing Bright Eyes my little sister saw Aerosmith and Kid rock at Alpine Valley.

6. I hate hippies

7. And I don't like white people who go to Colombian restaurants, who then cut in line, are rude to "the stupid host", who is actually the owner, and then throw dirty looks at you for unknown reasons. Down with whitey! Learn some manners.

8. Just cause you feel like your above everybody cause you now live in this trendy neighborhood and you think you're so hip doesn't mean you have to been asshole to everybody.

9. Remember, before your neighborhood and yourself were so "hip" that restaurant was already there. And so were all its clientele. In other words, if you don't show respect, don't come.

10. Odds that the stupid white skank that I'm talking about is reading this are close to zero. But if she is I hope the Cartel comes after you and wipes the smirk off your face. Bitch.

11. I have another big fucking bone to pick with people... more on that later(probably tomorrow)

12. All I can say is watch out. I'm an angry man and I deserve some respect. Word.

Saturday, September 14, 2002

I've been up since 5:45am!

1. Interview-too late to talk about it.

2. New apartment-located on Leavitt and Evergreen. 2 blocks from Reckless and other nice places. It's a nice place.

3. Bright Eyes- Not to sound lame, but it was simply amazing.

Bed time...

Friday, September 13, 2002

In 8 hours is the biggest interview of my life...all drama aside I'm reallly excited and nervous. Did anybody see Morrissey on Kilborn tonight? Hot. Too bad if you were a girl or boy and you told him he was hot it wouldn't matter to him.

Bright Eyes in 13 hours...

Thursday, September 12, 2002

Wow, the West Wash blog is out of control with members and political views. The Manic Hispanic would like to offer this solution to the West Washies...

VOTE NADER '04 !!!

Wednesday, September 11, 2002

This is by far the best thing ever to come out the Sept. 11 tragedy.THE ROCK TO THE RESCUE CONCERT: Headlining both shows on the Rock To The Rescue bill are Bad Company, Foreigner, REO Speedwagon and Styx. Jack Blades (Night Ranger, Damn Yankees), Mark Farner (Grand Funk Railroad), Eddie Money, Sam Moore (Sam & Dave), Survivor and John Waite are some of the other artists on either or both shows. This info is courtesy of Pollstar.com.

Rock to the Rescue...as if hearing REO Speedwagon is going to heal the pain.

I was born on the South Side of Chicago. I'm Colombian-American. I am an American. Our nation is still at high alert so everybody should be very careful until this alert drops a couple levels. As I told a certain girl in Madison last night, "If you see any bagpacks, run." What I really meant is if you see anything suspicious, calmly inform law enforcement. Then run.

Tuesday, September 10, 2002

Sean Tillman is a fucking star! Not only is he a fucking star, but I just read that he was born in March of 1978. I do not believe this information. Can anybody verify this for me.?

On the eve of Patriot Day lets think about all the "freedoms" that have been taken away by GW and all his boyz when the our freedom was questioned a year ago. I raise my glass to you guys. In other news... our nation is at high alert. You know what that means...stay away from Colombians. They are very sneaky.

In other news, my Hot Snakes cd should be coming any minute from now...

Monday, September 09, 2002

Da bears....da bears, da bears, da bears. Made the trip to Madison again this weekend. Watched the game at State St. Brats. I hate the Jets and all their little pretty boy fans that call their bros on their cellies after a half decent play by Vinny Testaverde. Fuck off. Go back to New York. I hate you.

Friday, September 06, 2002

So far no help or tips from anyone...Though I believe I am not fully qualified to get this job I do find dreaming about the financial possibilities of this job to be fun. Lets be frank...Ok, you be Frank and I'll be Mauricio(bad joke). Either way, being a producer for a major news market is probably not chump change. With that said, if I get the job everybody who reads this blog will be invited to major party at Qdoba. All the burritos you can eat. This is a promise. Now I know that none of you showed up at the last party I threw, but I'll excuse you and you can eat whatever you want. Speaking of the last party...

I don't remember very much. I will tell you this... a keg was thrown from the 4th floor of the parking lot on Pinckney and Dayton. Then lots of stuff was thrown and broken off the porch by the host of the party. Then the cops came. Then the host went to bed. Then he woke up. Then everybody told him what happened a day later. I was really drunk before anybody came and I was still drunk at 2:00pm the next day at work. You missed out. Big time.

Thursday, September 05, 2002

Like woah...I totally have an interview at Univision next week. I'm like oh, so nervous. See, being cousins with Shakira does get you places. The position is for a writer/producer. This is not a entry level position. Why they are giving me an interview is mysterious, but I guess I have nothing to lose. Who's got interview tips for me? Please I need them. The only interviews I've done were for camp counseling, Marigold Kitchen and Uno's. I'm in need of serious help. Help me.

...Little do you know that I won "Colombian Idol" years ago.

Wednesday, September 04, 2002

Shouldn't I be in Los Angeles right now? Instead I will now take a nap on my parents bed (sidenote: the only bed in this house that is not a single is my parents. I want my fucking bed back)

I am trapped in Glenview. It is both pathetic and sad. In other news... the hot sauce a Chiptole is way hotter than the hot sauce at Qdoba. Be warned my Madison children when that new Chiptole opens on State St. Don't make me say I told you so. I should get a Noble prize for making this wonderful scientific discovery on burrito chain hot sauces. It would go nice next to my Noble prize for partying hard. I know it's still early in the game, but I feel shameful holding that Noble prize that the A.W.K. gave me. This smoke free, drug free, alcohol free enviroment is not healthy for me. Example: Last night I went running for a half hour...What's up with that bullshit?

In other news, The Honorable Judge HarMar got signed to Interscope...and he's going on tour with Incubus. That's a wack ass concert.

This blows. More to come later