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Saturday, October 30, 2004

Somebody stole my bass. They didn't steal any else, just my bass. If you've seen my red Fender bass please notify me. It's big, red, Fender model, last seen around the Augusta and Honoroe area. More specifically, the front corner of apt#1 on 1822 W. Augusta. Reward if found and a hug if you have any tips.

Friday, October 29, 2004

Day off. I bought new shoes and three cds today. I also went to the doctor and ate a burrito. I don't know what to do tonight, here are my choices:
1. Go to Halloween party: Crowd- people I went to high school with and strangers
2. Go to Halloween party on Evergreen: Crowd- strangers
3. Stay home: Crowd-one lonely Colombian

What should I do? Help me. Not having a costume is also a problem. I think if I go to one of these parties I'm going to have to go as crazy, drunk Colombian guy. "Look at me. I'm crazy, drunk, Colombian guy. I'm crazy. Gimmie some candy!"

In other news, Morrissey made some comments about Bush at a concert in Texas and now he is getting death threats and has had to cancel some shows. I dare you to kill Morrissey, I dare you.

Thursday, October 28, 2004

Today is my Friday. Children try not to work in field where you say stuff like "today is my Friday." Unless your in a band, saying statements like this are probably a bad sign. Today is also day #6 of work. I'm tired, annoyed, stressed. This is due to Tuesday's elections. Not only is it a big day for the country, but a big day at work. The Super Bowl for news stations, and I'm kinda of like the quarterback. STRESS. I need a cocktail. Yes, before I go to work.

Monday, October 25, 2004

The bad thing about the Ashlee Simpson fiasco on SNL is that now the Donald Trump skit will be overlooked. It was definitely the peak of my Saturday night and also of my Monday morning. Come over and we can watch it over and over again on Tivo. Moo, moo, hoo, hoo, ha, ha.

Isn't it nice that your day at work is half way over while mine is an hour away from getting started? Isn't it?

You all leave Ashlee the fuck alone. You hear me? That's what I thought. If you would have taken the time to watch her show you would have know that she has problems with her throat. I, on the other hand, have a problem cause I watched the show, but that's not what we are talking about now, is it?

Friday, October 22, 2004

What a week, what a week.
-Saw Morrissey. Awesome.
-Saw some girl cry during "How Soon is Now."
-Went to W. Lafeyette, Indiana for the Purdue/Wisconsin game.
-Got hit in the face with a bottle of water by some Purdue fan(note: when sitting in the student section of the opposing team don't sing your team's fight song.)
-Got incredibly drunk at a bar I like to call "Brother's." Never in my life did I think I would ever go to a Brother's and actually enjoy myself let alone get rip-roaring drunk and black out by 11pm.
-At some point during the blackout I "urinated" on somebody's carpet(twice) Sorry, people I'll never see again. I left my mark on Purdue.
-Came back to Chicago on Sunday for Interpol which I couldn't enjoy due to the worst hangover ever. You know you're not going to have fun at the concert when the show starts at seven and your still at home puking.
-Went to work for four days. Boo.
-Ended the work week in style by seeing The Honorable Judge Har Mar at the Double Door. The guy has a band now, but I think he still rocks the Mini Disc player. At one point a mini disc harmonica was playing over the music and Mr. Har Mar said something like, "Yeah, that's a fake harmonica. Fuck you Pitchfork." He also got some tongue from about five girls in the audience. He's a sexy guy and still the fucking best.
-Today is my only day off. Don't work in television if you want a nice, normal schedule and you still want to have soul by the time you're forty.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

I should do alot of things more often, one of them of course is giving this good old blog some more attention. But with work and Tivo it's so hard( so hard) to get anything done. Even things like eating, and showering take a back seat. Things like pizza, and burritos use to sound so good, but now that hunger has been replaced for things like " The Benefactor" or watching the cast of "Real World" deep in meaningful conversations about breast implants. Is it me, or does this cast seem like they're on acid. Sober people don't talk to each other like that. Speaking of "The Benefactor" it's so bad, it's good. I came to the conclusion that "The Benefactor" is to "The Apprentice" like "The Wiz" was to "The Wizard of Oz." Now I'm not talking about "The Wiz" with Fred Savage, but "The Wiz" with Michael Jackson. Not quite up to par with the original, but excellent on such a different level.

Anyways, I'm going to see Morrissey on Friday, Le Badgers at Purdue on Saturday, and hopefully Interpol on Sunday(I need a ticket!) I also was graced by the presence of Urge Overkill on Saturday night. They've aged like a fine wine. Or at least like a box of fine wine. I kind of feel bad for them cause they seem to still think it's 1993. Hey, playing West Town Street Festival is kind of like opening up for Pearl Jam right? Right. Anywho, they're still rocking and rolling in my eyes. Plus, I'll never forget the night I spent with Nash Kato and his solo band at the Essen House. Hey, Nash thanks for the shot of Bourbon. Oh, and thank your guitar player for kissing my ex-girlfriend goodbye on the lips.

Vote Kerry.