August 31, 2007

R.I.P. ROB "WHITEBOY" WHITE

 

THIS IS HORRIBLE!!!  I JUST FOUND OUT AND I'M PRETTY UPSET RIGHT NOW!!!

 

We here at Third Eye Studios were deeply saddened when earlier this week Robert White, brother to John White owner of Third Eye Studios, passed away. Those of us that were fortunate enough to know Rob knew that his caring for music and tattoos were dwarfed only by his immence love for his family and friends. Obviously John is taking time off to be with loved ones, so if there is anything you wish to give to the White family, money donations, letters, ect.. we welcome you to drop it off here at Third Eye. We will make sure it gets to them as soon as possible. It is also possible to make donations to help with funeral costs online through the malcontents page (http://www.myspace.com/theemalcontents). Our hopes and prayers are with the White family and we knows yours are as well.
Remember his love, remember his kindness, remember Rob the punk rocker with a heart of gold.



P.S. We hope to see you all on the 15th for the benefit show.

---The Malcontents will be playing at Jesse's in Margate (formerly Gotrocks) off Atlantic on sept 15 .
It will be a benefit show to help Rob's family with the costs of funeral services, etc.
ALL proceeds will go to his family. So please come out and donate whatever you can. It will be greatly appreciated by us and more importantly, his loving family. If you have any questions please feel free to contact any of us. Again, your support is greatly appreciated!


Posted on 08/31/2007 9:29 PM Comments (3)

August 26, 2007

I MUST NOT KILL!!!!

As some of you may already know, I'm on verge of committing murder at my job.  I work for the #1 Printing Company in the United States.  I generally enjoy my job and I have some of the "rawest" co-workers!  But every work place has some whack ass employees and unfortunately I have to deal with them on a daily basis!

FOOD OBSESSED!
When I first got this job there was this lady working there named CiCi.  She wasn't obese but she wasn't skinny either.  This lady had a serious food obsession!  I went to eat some Quaker rice cakes and as soon as she heard the bag open she turned to me and said "what are you eating?  I want some!"  I just gave her the dirtiest look ever and was like "this is too healthy for you."  Finally she didn't show up for three days in a row and she got canned.  In all honesty we all kind of worried about her when she didn't show up or call because supposedly her boyfriend slaps her around.  She eventually came and got her coffee pot so we knew that she was still alive. 

BOO HOO WILL!
I have to sit next to this kid all night!  I FUCKING HATE IT!!!  He always tries to make people feel sorry for him.  I guess he did a lot of drugs and ended up having to have brain surgery and the doctors took part of his frontal lobe.  I guess now he can't drive because there's a chance that he might have seizures and all this other shit.  Whatever!!!!  It's his fault that he is this way, he shouldn't have fucking rolled so much!  I don't feel sorry for him what so ever!  This kid tells the worst stories and has the worst fucking breath ever! Secretly he is referred to as ALPO BREATH because the only was his breath could smell that bad is if he ate Alpo Dog Food!  Furthermore, he thinks that just because we know some of the same people and that we like maybe 4 of the same bands that we have everything in common.  Almost every night he rambles on about someone that we both know and about their problems and the fact of the matter is I just don't give a fuck!  I'm not really friends with any of the people that he talks about so their well being means nothing to me!  Also, he listens to the same shitty ass music over and over again and doesn't shut up about it!  Fucking shoot me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Every time you try to joke with this kid he has to make up a story and then you feel like shit!  For example last night Ricky was looking at Will's I.D. Will's middle name is Barry so Ricky was like oh I'm going to cal lyou Barry from now on, you know like in a joking manor.  Will's like no I hate the name Barry because its the name of my Uncle that killed his boyfriend and than killed himself.  I was like here we go with the sob story.  In all honesty I don't believe shit that this kid has said! He also made accusations that this gay guy at work that hardly speaks English made a pass at him and tried to suck his dick!  HOW PATHETIC!!!!   I believed Will at first but I spoke to some of the people around and people that have known him for a while and Will has probably sucked more dick than anyone in that office!  I was like fuck that shit!  This kid is officially the whackest person in the office!

LET'S CAN CANTU!
CARMEN CANTU,  I HATE YOU!!!!!!!  I use my whole body to hate this woman!!!  She sucks at work and at life!  Every night I find about a half dozen mistakes with her name on it!  She's the biggest tard I've ever fucking met!  Everyone in the billing dept. leaves notes in a Microsoft Word program so we can all know what is going on and there won't be any confusion when the shifts change.  I constantly just have to leave notes telling her to fix her fuck ups!  She replies with the most sarcastic replies ever!  This woman is like in her 30s and has worked for the company longer than me and I'm schooling her ass left and right!  My only goal is to destroy Carmen Cantu!!!!!!  She will be gone soon, I can sense it! 




Posted on 08/26/2007 2:29 PM Comments (2)

August 22, 2007

PROJEKT REVOLUTION CONTEST!!!

So, as some of you may or may not know, I got my hand an exclusive Projekt Revolution Tour '07 Promotional Posters.  These posters were never for sale and you can only get them if: you tore them off a wall, work for the Projekt Revolution Street Team, or if you know someone who tours on the Projekt Revolution Tour..........or if your company prints the posters! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! 

 

With that being said, I told everyone I was going to hold a contest to allow my friends on Buzznet to win them because I love you all so much!  What type of friend would I be if I didn't make you people promote me!  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!  So this is the deal, with 2008 rapidly approaching I plan on getting some pretty sweet interviews with some of your favorite bands and other generally cool people.  The majority of these interviews will be videotaped so all you can watch from the comfort of home!  YAY!!!!!  Now let's just get to the facts: 

 

CONTEST #1

-Create a banner with yours truly on it, don't forget to include "WESTONIAN CRUNK and my buzznet information.

Top 5 banners will receive a poster!  Holla!  Send me your banners, I'll post them to my buzznet and the top 5 banners with the most buzz, not comments will win!  That's pretty simple if you ask me, I know everyone here is good at photoshop so no whining!

 

 

I HAVE LIKE MORE THAN 30 OF THESE TO GIVE AWAY SO THERE WILL BE MORE CONTESTS SOON!  BEFORE SEPTEMBER!!!!!!

 


Posted on 08/22/2007 7:14 PM Comments (2)

August 20, 2007

THIS WEEK'S CELEB GOSSIP!!! 8.20.07

BOO HOO KEIRA!!!
There's only one person that whines more than Amy Winehouse and that's Keira Knightley.  Let's see what she has to whine about: she is part of one of the most successful Disney movies of all time (that's Pirates people), she is most guys dream girl, and she's new face of Chanel........what possibly could Keira complain about?  Well guess what people, she's fed up with people airbrushing her photos in magazines!!!  Oh boo hoo Keira!  The truth is Keira should be so lucky!  This bitch looks like and AIDS patient without all that airbrushing.  The fact of the matter is, those magazine covers are keeping her ass in the news.  Keira also complained at the fact that Chanel airbrushed cleavage into their AD campaign for COCO featuring the whiny bitch herself.  Don't forget Keira was complaining earlier this year about her Pirates action figure saying that the toy looked nothing like her, it had tits, and wore dorky flats!!!  This whiner needs a reality check and fast!


ADVID ANIMAL LOVER PLEAS GUILTY

That sick son of a bitch Michael Vick has officially decided to do one intelligent thing in his life and that's PLEA GUILTY!!!  Vick has decided to plea guilty in a plea bargain deal, his party is hoping that he will only serve a maximum of 24 months in jail.  In case you don't know, Michael Vick is responsible for the deaths of over a dozen Pitbulls by hosting Dogfights.  Michale's dogfighting partners are also taking the cop out way by agreeing to plea bargains.  In my opinion, let's make Michael Vick fight for his life.  Let's take his ass over to Asian and put him in a death fight.  But first we must starve him and beat him just like he did to his dogs.  THIS MAN DESERVES TO DIE!!!!!  He's a low life piece of shit and hopefully the NFL will add dogfighting to their Personal Conduct Policy for the player's contracts and show that they won't tolerate animal cruelty either!

KILLED FASTER THAN A DOG IN MICHAEL VICK'S BACKYARD!
Lily Allen's career is over before it even started!  Lily was forced to cancel U.S. Tour Dates and a performance at the MTV VMAs due to the fact that the U.S. won't allow this criminal a VISA!!!!  Lily was quoted called George Bush a "cunt" at V Festival in London.  What is up with these whiny British bitches????  We have enough whining from our Hiltons, Lohans, and Richies.  We don't need International whiners too!!!!  I predict this Brit's career is OVER!!!!!!


THE HILLS HAVE.....................SCRIPTS?????

Big surprise here, the MTV "Reality" show The Hills is a big pile of fake shit!  The whole show is staged and bystanders at a restaurant were L.C. was dining witness MTV set up 4 cameras, lighting, and even watched them do takes with the Hills cast.  WTF?????  Reality shows don't have takes, hello, no backsies!!!!!  I can't wait to see what MTV's writers have in store for this bore of a show!!!!!  Let's watch and see the staged drama unfold!!!


ANOTHER CELEB IS WASTING AWAY, GO FIGURE!

Once the hottest woman on the planet, Jenna Jameson is wasting away like the likes of Nicole Richie, MK, and Lindsay Lo(ser)han.  I don't know if it's from Coke, an eating disorder, or from an STD this hoe might of contracted but someone needs to inform this bitch that super skinny was so last year!  I use to love Jenna but now she's hanging out with fellow porn slut Paris Hilton and telling her "I love you".  UGH!!  I thought Jenna was better than this but clearly this pro-slut needs to retire her scaggly ass and float away!


PLEASE MAKE HER GO!!!!!
Amy Wino is still saying no to Rehab!  For the love of god will someone stick a rubber ball in her mouth and drag her ass to the nearest wacko house!  She overdoses off heroin and has to be revived by EMTs and yet she thinks that all she needs is family & friends to get her through?  Uh, that's psycho talk!  Let's say No No No to this Wino and stop supporting her druggie ass!


BIG JOKE OR BIG PUBLICITY STUNT?
The lovely Heidi M. and Spencer P. are saying that Heidi's song "Body Language" was leaked to National radio by accident and was meant as an inside joke that no one was supposed to hear!  I WISH IT STAYED INSIDE!!!!  That song is a bigger piece of shit than Spencer himself!  If you don't know Spencer is the new K-Fed and even raps on Heidi's "Body Language" track!  OMG, I threw up in my mouth listening to the song and actual even found myself with my head in a trash can after listening the radio listeners's response to the track.  They actually liked it!  UGH, you be the judge!


BRITNEY GETS SPEARED AGAIN!
Britney Spears is opening her filthy cumsour to yet another man!  I'm shocked!  This time its magic man Criss Angel........maybe he can magicly make her pussy look like it hasn't taken a beating?  Just a thought!  He clearly hardly uses soap and she doesn't even know what it is!  I guess the real question is, does she take off her wigs when she gives head or does she just wash the cum out in the washing machine? 




Posted on 08/20/2007 11:26 PM Comments (6)

August 19, 2007

NAME SAKE!

So, I get asked all the time how I came up with "WESTONIAN CRUNK".  Well, the easiest way to put it is, I've lived in Weston, FL for the past ten years hence WESTONIAN.  And the CRUNK part came from my former alcohol issue.  Which I want to make it very clear, I no longer drink!  But this story would not be complete without the actual story of how those two little words came out of my mouth........


Alright so about 3 years ago now I found myself in college and experimenting with different forms of alcohol.  I ended up gaining a strong love for Vodka, mostly the Goose, Vox, etc.  At this time I would only drink top shelf vodka.  Well, I ended up getting a job and blowing the majority of my money on partying out at clubs and drinking myself away.  I was around 16, 17 at the time of the day in question. 

I believe it was a Friday or a Saturday night.  I'm at work waiting for my shift to be up.  Of course I had to close tonight.  There was this mad party going down at the Miami club Pawn Shop and I must go.  The party really doesn't start until 1am.  Finally after 8 grueling hours of work, I was free.  I go home take a shower and get ready to go out.  I meet up with some co-workers and friends at Pawn Shop.  This means I DID DRIVE THERE!!!!  We go in, no cover, no I.D. check, straight to V.I.P.  All I can think about is getting my first drink.  I just got paid and had $400 cash to blow!!!!  I order a double goose and bull (that's Vodka and Red Bull people!).  I just want to make a quick statement about Vodka:   VODKA IS THE DEVIL!  The only problem I have with Vodka is that it doesn't hit you right away.  I didn't start feeling drinks 1 thru 10 until I got to drink 11 and by that time I was too far gone. 

The rest of the night is a blur to me and I don't quite remember actual facts.  The only thing I know is what people tell me.  Supposedly, I tore up the dance floor and danced with every guy in a 1000 mile radius, drank about 10 beers, took off my jacket and threw it into the trash can, and followed all this up with throwing up everywhere!!!  From what I was told, I threw up on this guy I was dancing with, threw up on the dance floor, in a trash can, in the bathroom, while sitting down, outside the club, outside my car, while I was driving (YES I DROVE!!!) I threw up out the window like a champ, and in the parking lot of a strip club. 

After all this puking you would think I would be done for the night.  It was around 4am now and I ended up at a strip club with all my guy friends.  I just sat there and drank some more. Which leads to how I ended up saying my nickname.........................this stripper I guess was asking me where I'm from or where I live or some shit and some crunk music came on and since I was blatantly wasted and slurred my words I ended up saying WESTONIAN instead of Weston, and than I think they said it was like Lil' Jon "Get Low" or some shit came on and right after I said WESTONIAN I said CRUNK. 

The next day everyone kept calling me WESTONIAN CRUNK!  So that's how I got my name. 


The lesson of this story is "DON'T DRINK AND DRIVE!" 

Posted on 08/19/2007 10:31 PM Comments (7)

August 15, 2007

SOUTH FLORIDA: THE HIGHEST COST OF LIVING IN THE U.S.!!!!!

As the cost of living in South Florida outpaces the rest of the nation, the Treasure Coast is feeling some of the heat.

Consumer prices in South Florida were up sharply to 4.4 percent in May and June, higher than any other major metro area in the United States, according to the Bureau of Labor Statistics.

The Consumer Price Index report, which tracks costs from Miami to West Palm Beach, echoes price pressures that are being felt in this region.

The largest jump came in the cost of housing, which is growing at a 6.7 percent annual rate largely because of the cost of rent. Apartment rents in Miami and Fort Lauderdale have increased 9.1 percent this year.

"There's no question rents have gone up," said David Levin, of the Delray Beach real estate consulting firm David Levin & Associates. Florida's previously hot residential real estate market drew in speculators, and the stock of rentals went down.

With a much smaller rental market and condo-conversion craze, Treasure Coast rent rates for a two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment have increased only about a dollar in the last year, according to data released last week by California-based Real Facts. The firm tracks rents nationwide.

After housing, food and beverage prices are going up at annual rate of 4.2 percent in South Florida, according to government figures. The milk price jump was especially noticeable in the last month, when the government raised the minimum price processors must pay for milk by 33 cents a gallon. One reason is the cost of corn, which has risen sharply because of increased demand for corn to be used in ethanol. That's driven up feed prices, which are about half the cost of producing milk.

The federal milk price system is structured so that nine Florida counties pay the highest prices in the nation, said Bob Yonkers, chief economist of the International Dairy Foods Association.

Processors in Martin, Palm Beach, Broward and Miami-Dade pay an extra 37 cents a gallon because of the distance from here to the Upper Midwest, the nearest part of the country where there is excess milk production. Processors in St. Lucie and Indian River counties pay 30 cents extra.

The Bureau of Labor Statistics also says South Florida had a strong 5.4 percent annual gain in an unusual category of consumer goods that combines the cost of education, books, school supplies, tuition and fees with the cost of telephone service and information-technology hardware and servers and personal computers.

High gas prices have contributed to higher transportation costs. South Florida's gas and diesel fuel costs are rising at a 5.7 percent annual rate, greater than the nation's 4.9 percent rate.

On the Treasure Coast, gas prices were 3.8 percent higher in June than a year earlier, according to Gasbuddy.com, a consumer-driven Web site that tracks fuel prices.

That may be the key to the whole picture, suggests economist William Stronge, a Florida Atlantic University professor emeritus.

"You have to ask yourself why should we be different than New York City or other cities," he said. "It could be that transportation costs are somewhat higher."

The Sun-Sentinel contributed to this story.

TREASURE COAST BY THE NUMBERS

Average fuel prices on the Treasure Coast in June, compared with the same time in 2006: 3.8% increase

Median price for an existing single-family home:

Martin County: 6.3% decrease

St. Lucie County: 9.4% decrease

Indian River County: 10.4% decrease

Average rent on the Treasure Coast for a two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment in the second quarter of 2007: 0.1% increase

Average utility bills

Florida Power and Light: 4.8% decrease

Fort Pierce Utilities Authority: 7.5% increase

Vero Beach Utilities: 16.6% increase, as of August 1


Posted on 08/15/2007 9:26 PM Comments (3)

August 12, 2007

I SAVE LIVES WITHOUT EVER LEAVING MY HOUSE!

VEGAN: A person who does not consume meat or any other animal products (milk, eggs, cheese, etc.).  They also do not wear any clothing made from animals. 


All my life I have eaten meat and other animal products.  I've also worn suede, leather, and fur.  This went on for about 18 years.  It wasn't until I was 19 that I really started reading up on what happens to animals in slaughter houses and what really is in meat.  After doing a bit of research and speaking to my friends who are Vegan; I decided to join them.


WHY I BECAME A VEGAN, SOME HUGE, DISTRUBING FACTS THAT MADE ME CHANGE MY WAYS:

WHAT REALLY GOES ON IN A FACTORY FARM:

-The meat, eggs, and dairy products that you consume no longer come from the small family farms that you see in children's books.  They're produced in intensive factory famrs, where animals suffer from confinement, routine bodily mutilations, and painful slaughter techniques. 


-Chickens have their beaks cut off with a hot blade.  Baby cows are separated from their mothers within 24 hours of birth.  Pigs get their teeth cut in half and their tails cut off.


-In order for a cow to produce milk, she must first have a calf.  Female cows are artificially inseminated shortly after their first birthday.  After giving birth, they lactate for 10 months, then they are reinseminated, and the cycle starts again. 


-Chickens are kept in extremely crowded, filthy sheds.  They have been bred and drugged to the point where they can barely walk. 


-Egg laying hens are packed so tightly into cages that they can't even stretch one wing.  The birds' bones and muscles waste away from lack of use, and by the time they're slaughtered, their bodies have to be turned into soup or cat food because they're too worn out for anything else.  Male chicks hatched on egg farms are thrown into a mechanical grinder while they are still alive, "rendered", made into feed, and fed back to other factory-farmed animals-including hens!


-Cattle raised for beef have their horns and testicles cut out and third-degree burns inflicted on them (branding)-all without painkillers. 


-Dairy cows have electric machines hooked up to their huge, swollen udders, causing cuts and injuries-and the resulting pus, blood, and scabs all end up in that milk mustache.  The stress caused by factory-farm conditions leads to disease, lameness, and reproductive problems, so by age 4 or 5 they are slaughtered. 


-After birth, male calves are torn from their mothers and shipped to veal farms, where they spend their lives on short chains in narrow stalls.  They're unable to move around and fed nutrient-deficient food so that their flesh will be pale and soft when served. 


-Pigs in factory farms spend their lives on concrete floors in extremely cramped pens.  The male piglets get their testicles yanked out without painkillers.


-Fish feel pain as do all animals, especially when they're hooked throught the mouths or dragged out the ocean in nets to die slow, agonizing deaths by crushing, suffocation, or disembowling.

-Chickens are killed when they are less than 2 months old, pigs are slaughtered at the age of 6 months, and cows barely see their first birthday.

-Animals are shoved, kicked, and tossed into crowded trucks for long, often crippling rides through sweltering heat or freezing rain to the slaughterhouse.  Food, water, and veterinary care aren't "wasted" on animals who are going to be killed.  Countless animals arrive at the slaughterhouse with broken bones or other injuries--------or dead!

-There are NO REGULATIONS whatsoever for "free-range" meat, dairy products, and eggs.  Most "free-range" animals are still mutilated and forced to endure long trips to the slaughterhouse without food or water.  All of them are denied most of their natural behaviors, and all have their lives violently cut short. 

WHAT'S  REALLY IN YOUR ANIMAL PRODUCTS:

-In every package of chicken, there's a little poop.  A USDA study found that 98 % of broiler chicken carcasses had detectable levels of E.Coli, indicating fecal contamination. 

-GOT PUS?  MILK DOES!  In the U.S., we have the highest permitted upper limit of milk pus cell concentration in the world-almost twice the international standard if allowable pus cells.

-Most animal products are packed full of antibiotics, dioxins, and foodborne pathogens like E. Coli, salmonella, and campylobacter.  Millions of people get sick each year from eating contaminated meat, especially chicken and fish, thousands die. 

HELP SAVE OUR PLANET:

-More than half of all water consumed in the U.S. is used to raise animals for food.  A Vegetarian/Vegan diet requires 300 gallons of water per day, while a meat-eating diet requires 4,000 gallons!

-Cattle-ranching is the number one cause of Amazonian deforestation.  In Central America, two-thirds of the rain forest have been cleare, primarily to raise cattle. 

-Raising animals for food requires more than one-third of all raw materials and fossil fuels used in the United States.

-The meat industry causes more water pollution in the U.S. than all other industries combined.  More than 10 billion animals are raised and killed for food every year in the U.S. alone, they have to eat, and their waste has to go somewhere. 

HEALTH BENEFITS:

-According to Physicians Committee for Responsible Medicine, Vegetarians are about 40% LESS likely to get cancer than nonvegetarians, regardless of other risks such as smoking, body size, and socioeconomic status. 

-Just to be clear, it's not the fat and cholesterol that cause cancer; it's the animal protein. 

-UP TO 33% OF TEENS ARE OBESE AND TWO-THIRDS OF ALL AMERICANS ARE OVERWEIGHT OR OBESE.  ONLY 2% OF VEGANS ARE OBESE!!!!!!


GUESS WHO'S A VEGAN OR VEGETARIAN:

-Andre 3000 (Outkast)
-Mos Def
-Pamela Anderson
-Mike Dirnt (Green Day)
Tobey Maguire
-Hillary Swank
-Morrissey
-Russell Simmons (Phat Farm)
-Chris Martin (Coldplay)
-Jessica Biel
-Common (rapper)
Alicia Silverstone
-Natalie Portman
-Benji Madden (Good Charlotte)
-Chris Adler (Lamb Of God)
-Remembering Never
-Between the Buried and Me
-Davey Havok (AFI)

Just to name a few!











Posted on 08/12/2007 9:38 PM Comments (9)

August 10, 2007

NOT JUST "YOUR PROBLEM"

It’s time for me to get serious and I really hope everyone reads this!  Any form of substance abuse affects everyone involved with the abuser.  It’s important for you to recognize your friend, family, or co-worker has a problem and to reach out and help them.  If they don’t accept the help you are offering than there is really nothing more you can do until they are willing to take the help.  I know this from a personal experience that I’d like the share with you about a close family who has given up their life to alcohol.

 

*For privacy reasons the name of my family member has been changed but the events are true*

 

It all pretty much just began going downhill for Elizabeth when she was in high school.  She began hanging out with the wrong crowd and experimenting with drugs and alcohol.  On top of her new found taste for drugs and alcohol she was battling a long term problem with bulimia.  Elizabeth graduated high school and went to college.  While in college she attended Bartending School and eventually began bartending around South Florida.  This only aided to her abuse of alcohol and drugs.  Elizabeth started failing her college courses and never even received her two year degree.  At this point her personal relationships weren’t helping her situation either.  Elizabeth was living with her abusive boyfriend in a little house in downtown.  He had verbally abused her, thrown bottles at her, and neglected her emotional needs.  Eventually her boyfriend and her broke up, after that she just kept dating other abusive jerks.  She than started getting deeper into her substance abuse.  Not only was Elizabeth now an alcoholic but she was also abusing cocaine. 

 

Eventually Elizabeth was able to kick the cocaine habit and actually met a semi-decent boyfriend compared to the other losers she had dated.  They ended up getting married and having a child together.  Almost a year after their daughter was born Elizabeth’s husband, Matt, was offered a better job back in Maryland.  The couple and their infant baby moved up to Maryland.  They began fighting all the time, Matt suggested that they spend a week a part so that they can cool down and not fight in front of the baby.  At the time Elizabeth was a cocktail waitress at a shady strip joint.  When Matt came back home after a week of being separated from Elizabeth she had another man in her bed.  Unfortunately Elizabeth’s issues with her body have made her self-esteem so low that she believes that any man who will sleep with her must think she’s beautiful.  THE REAL TRUTH IS THAT THEY JUST THINK SHE’S SOME ALCOHOLIC SKANK!  Matt ends up divorcing Elizabeth and now Elizabeth is all alone in a city she doesn’t even want to be in.

 

So, I being a good family member decide and try to help Elizabeth out.  I move up to Maryland to live with Elizabeth and to try and help her get her life together.  Also, I wanted to ease the mind of Elizabeth’s mother who worries sick about her all day and night.  I only remained in Maryland for 3 weeks, in those 3 weeks Elizabeth’s abusive behavior thanks to her alcohol abuse was out of control.  The even that led me to leave in such a rush is heartbreaking to anyone who hears the story. 

 

Elizabeth and I pick up her daughter from Matt’s house, so far everything is fine.  We go home and make dinner and go downtown to eat with one of her creepy friends.  There is a brief confrontation over some minor shit that doesn’t even matter at this point.  I take Elizabeth and the baby home and head out to the movies with my friend Jeff.  Right when the credits start rolling I get a phone call from Elizabeth’s mother saying that the apartment caught on fire.  I guess Elizabeth decided to drink a bottle of Vodka by herself, I know the baby wasn’t drinking it, and pass out with the stove on which led to the apartment catching on fire. 

 

The baby, Elizabeth, and I head downtown to stay with Elizabeth’s creepy friend.  She flips out in the car because I want take her to her abusive boyfriend’s house.  She’s slurring her words, she smells god awful, and I this point I think the common street whore can hold their head up higher in public.  Elizabeth flips out when I ask her to get out of the car and hold the baby so I can park and walk over.  In case you don’t know parking in the area we were in was scarce and I would have had to park in a horrible neighborhood.  Elizabeth refuses to get out of my car dumps some remaining vodka on my floor and slaps me in the face.  I remain as calm as possible and don’t touch her back.  Eventually I get Elizabeth’s ass out of my car and I floor it out of there with the baby still sleeping in her car seat. 

 

With no one to turn to and no where to go, I end up at Matt’s house around 2am.  He was the only person I knew, I was crying, shaking, and generally flipping out.  NO ONE HAD EVER DISRESPECTED ME LIKE THAT BEFORE!  I never would have expected that level of disrespect to come from a family member.  Matt takes me and the baby in, talks to me and calms me down.  The only thing I care about at this point is that the baby is safe.  I don’t care about Elizabeth’s well being!  I did everything I could for her and clearly she doesn’t think she has a problem.  I’m not going to try and help someone that doesn’t want help and as far as I’m concerned, someone who doesn’t haven’t any respect from their peers sure does have too much self pride to get help. 

 

Elizabeth think she is better than the common substance abuser walking the street, she thinks she deserves the finer things in life, she is in her mid 20s, and in her mind she is a casual drinker.

 

REALITY: ELIZABETH IS AN ALCOHOLIC, AN UNFIT PARENT, MATERIALISTIC, MOOCHER, SELF CENTERED, ABUSER, MANIPULATOR, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY SHE IS A LOSER!

 

 

 

 

This is a true story and some may call me heartless but I believe the greatest love of all is tough love.  Elizabeth is still alive but she is dead in my heart…….this is how it has to be.



IF YOU OR ANYONE YOU KNOW NEEDS HELP, DON'T BE AFRAID TO ASK!  YOU CAN VISIT WWW.ADDICT-HELP.COM, WWW.TWLOHA.COM, OR A LOCAL A.A. MEETING!  THERE IS HELP AVAILABLE FOR EVERYONE AS LONG AS THEY ARE WILLING TO RECEIVE IT!


Posted on 08/10/2007 2:15 AM Comments (5)

August 9, 2007

CRACK REALLY IS WACK!

Well, I hardly ever eat out.  As a matter of fact I try to avoid it at all costs.  The ONE TIME I decide to get something to eat at work, I get served by a crack head! 

So, tonight while I was busy billing customers left and right I actually felt hungry and not just for a Vegan bagel with some peanut butter!  I really wanted something with substance.  It's typically fairly hard for me to eat out or to order out with everyone else at work because I generally don't trust places when they say it is 100% Vegan.................I don't know, maybe it's because after they say it is they ask what does Vegan mean.  What the fuck?  Anyways, my co-worker, who will be referred to as R., and I decided to walk to Subway which is literally next a block away.  At this point it is around 10:30 or 11:00pm. 

The guy making the subs was a white male around late 30s early 40s.  HE WOULD NOT SHUT UP!!!  He kept going on and on about meat and stuff.  I was like I want the Veggie Max, No Cheese, No Mayo.  Just mustard and every single vegetable and a little bit of oil & vinegar. I'm trying to keep this order short and sweet.  THAN I looked directly into his eyes and saw that glassy/foggy/blood shot look.  I knew he couldn't have been smoking pot because one he wouldn't shut the fuck up and two he looked nervous as hell.  I've never done crack before but I've been around plenty of crackheads wondering around the beaches of South Florida and this dude was a CRACKHEAD!  I have to give him credit because he actually has a job, unless of course the real worker was dead in the back and he had just murdered him minutes before R. & I got there..........that's a whole different story!   The guy goes to the back to  get the Veggie patty, I quickly turn to R. and say  "dude, that  bitch is  high as hell!"  The man returns out and R. & I try to keep from laughing.

Anyways, the sub guy keeps giving me this speech about how he's a meat eater and even he would eat there Veggie Max sub because IT'S JUST THAT GOOD!  Now, that is pure crackhead ranting.  Oh, and it gets better.  He finally finishes making mine and now it is time to make R.'s......................R orders a Turkey Breast, Cheese, and Bacon sub.  R had to tell the guy like 4 times what he wanted.  Than in the middle of making R.'s sub the guy flips out and is like OH NO, MY COOKIES ARE BURNING!  He starts panicing, badly!  R and I are trying to do everything we can from laughing but of course we burst out a little.  The sub guy runs to the back with the trays of cookies and all I can think of is "I WAS GONNA MAKE THOSE COOKIES RIGHT, BUT THAN I GOT HIGH!" 

The Sub man returns and I guess R.'s turkey sub reminded him of Thanksgiving so he went off about how his 40th Birthday this year is on Thanksgiving.  He than told the story of how when he was younger and his birthday was on Thanksgiving his grandma took a candle stick and shoved it in the top of the Turkey and put it in front of him like it was his Birthday Cake.  I can clearly tell that this guy is getting into some deep seeded issues that I don't want to know about.  He than went on to say that he will never again eat Turkey.........ever!  Finally R. & I pay and get the fuck out of there before this guy goes any deeper!

FUCKING CRACKHEADS MAN, CAN'T LIVE WITH THEM, CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THEM!

Posted on 08/09/2007 1:56 AM Comments (3)

August 7, 2007

MYSPACE: A PLACE FOR PREDATORS?

***First, I want to make it very clear that I have nothing against myspace.  Thanks to myspace I’m able to keep in touch with old friends that I used to go to school with from all the different places I’ve lived.*** 

 

Personally, I think myspace is a great way to keep in touch with old friends and yes to even meet new friends.  There is only one problem I have with myspace and it’s not so much with myspace itself as it is with the users on myspace.  In case you didn’t know not everyone on myspace is a hot attractive guy or girl!  This leads to the major issue with myspace, PLEASE STOP TAKING PHOTOS OF YOURSELF WITH OR WITHOUT YOUR FRIENDS IN YOUR UNDERWEAR OR ANY FORM OF A PROVACTIVE POSE!!!!  This especially goes to all the minors on myspace.  Just because you see some skanky ass bitch that has over a million friends flaunting herself all over myspace and television doesn’t mean that people actually respect her.  The only people that really look at those photos are fucking PREDATORS!!!

 

Does no one else watch MSNBC TO CATCH A PREDATOR?  Hello people, wake up!  I know you’re thinking, but I set my profile to private.  Well anyone can pretend to be someone they are not on the internet.  That’s the beauty of the whole thing I guess!  Do yourself a favor and stop shaming yourself and your family and knock it off!  This isn’t just directed to the ladies, this is also directed the gentlemen as well.  I personally don’t care if you have a 6 pack or bitch tits!  I think most people will agree with me when I say taking a photo of yourself in your bathroom mirror shirtless makes you seem like and egotistical loser! 

 

In all honesty, if you wanted people to know you were easy, you could always just go work the tracks.  They are always available for employment!  I’m not getting down on people who do this; I’m just saying have a little self respect and dignity!  The more people know that you respect yourself, the more they will respect you.

 

 

 JUST BEWARE AND BE SAFE!! 

 

THIS ALSO APPLIES TO ANY OTHER BLOGGING COMMUNITY (facebook, buzznet, etc.)!


Posted on 08/07/2007 1:09 AM Comments (3)

August 6, 2007

WHAT HAPPENED TO "MUSIC TELEVISION"?

Believe it or not there was once a time when the only way an artist could gain mass popularity was through the radio!  I know it sounds a little hard to believe that your MTV’s, Fuse’s, and VH1’s didn’t exist at one point.  For your information music television has only been around for almost a third of the time that actual television has been around.  I’m not even going to lie, I wasn’t born when MTV was first launched I didn’t get experience the excitement of seeing my favorite artists performing on my tube every day and night.  I was the first generation of kids that grew up with MTV from beginning to end.  Which leads me to this question: What happened to Music Television? 

 

            Even when I was growing up in the late 80s early 90s Music Television was still incorporated one key element, the music!  MTV was the first channel to play music videos and was also the first one to sell out!  MTV use to make or break someone’s career, if you didn’t get played on MTV than you didn’t have a fan base and that was just that.  Nowadays everyone has gotten use to the fact that MTV is a sellout no one needs MTV anymore!  Yeah, sure does getting video played on MTV even when it’s only between the hours of 4am-7am help?  Hell Yeah it still does some what, but only if you’re a big gold chain wearin’, women degrading, ghetto slangin’, rap star!  That is of course if MTV still plays music videos.  It seems like they sold out to big business and started playing more reality shows than I care to see in a year let alone a season.  Fuck L.C., Laguna Beach, and all those Bullshit shows.  That’s not what MTV is supposed to be about!  Oh yeah, and what happened to MTV2 being the channel where all they played was music videos?  I think now they have MTV Hits or some shit like that, which is now their designated music videos 24/7 channel.  DOES ANYBODY EVEN GET THAT CHANNEL?  The only reason I have MTV Hits and all that shit is because I have digital cable, I didn’t know I had it until about a month ago.  

 

            MTV didn’t bring Norma Jean into my room, it sure as hell didn’t give me Between the Buried and Me, and I know for damn sure I didn’t see Darkest Hour all over my television screen.  Music no longer lives on T.V., it lives in the hearts of all the kids who spend their hard earned money going to shows in shitty ass clubs that don’t have air conditioning and most likely only really can hold about 100 people and you find yourself 1 out of about 1000 kids there.  Every single kid that goes to a show is keeping music alive! 

 

            Oh, and don’t think VH1 and Fuse are any better!  First of all, VH1 is like the music video channel that my parents tune in to watch.  They play these weird ass fucking artist that in all honesty sound the same, I’m whining does sound the same to all people no matter what language they speak.  But than VH1 was like we need reality shows!  So than you got your Flavor of Love and all that bullshit.  It’s like first of all, you weren’t good in the first place and now you want me to watch reality shows with wash ups!  SADLY, there plan worked and people have been going nuts over their god awful shows.  FUSE, you know what I have to give Fuse credit because they actually do play a more diverse array of videos.  So, I would like to applaud them for that.  However, I have started to notice that Fuse is following in the foot steps of MTV and it won’t be too long before they are reality show central!

 

I guess what I’m really trying to say is this, FUCK MTV AND ALL THEIR FUCKING CHANNELS, FUCK VH1, AND SOMEWHAT FUCK FUSE!

 

If you want to see more of your favorite artists, stop downloading their music on torrentspy and other websites and actually get your ass to a record store and buy their CD!  The more CDs sold in an area the more likely the artist will play a show near you. 


Posted on 08/06/2007 12:16 PM Comments (2)

August 5, 2007

NO ONE USES LABEL MAKERS ANYMORE SO WHY DO WE KEEP LABELING?

I can’t remember ever meeting someone who actually used a label maker, those that did actually own one of those horrific machines either received it as a gift or broke it on the first use.  This leads me to ponder, if no one uses a label maker than why does every still apply label to one another?  Even when I was in high school which was about 4 years ago now, you were either a sociable person or “anti-social”.  Of course I generally was categorized as “anti-social” based on the way I looked but the reality of it was that everyone at school knew who I was, and the majority of the people found me humorous and generally didn’t have a problem with me. 

 

Once I left high school in 2004 I started hearing all this labeling in college, which I’m also sure was going on in High Schools as well.  Oh well this person is so SCENE, and you don’t really want to hang out with this person because they are GOTH and that’s not too popular right now.  It was pretty mind blowing to me personally that literally one to two years of an age difference was spawning a whole new group of kids. 

 

I never quite understood what being “scene” was.  As a matter of fact I still don’t and in all honesty I don’t want to get “scene”.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not bashing scene kids or anyone affiliated with them, I’m just saying I’d rather not be labeled by what I look like or what music I listen to.  Personally, what I’ve noticed about the mass majority of scene kids in my home of South Florida is that they are all FAKE!  Yeap, I said it……….every last one is FAKE!  [It’s important to note that the majority of people in South Florida are FAKE so its not just the scene kids, but since this article is about them…………….we will focus on them.]  For some awful reason I find myself always at large gatherings of scene kids.  They all look relatively a like, if someone from what I will refer to as the outside world says anything they all just look around waiting to see if the group approves or disapproves of the comments just made, they all think they are going to be famous and that people in the outside world should just bow to them now, and they all have stupid nicknames and abbreviations. 

 

Now, I know what you’re thinking, “Bitch you have a nickname, hence the WESTONIAN CRUNK, and you are getting down on them for having a nickname?”  Now, I am the first person to admit that Westonian Crunk is the most ridiculously stupid nickname on the planet but I used to be the former Queen of Grillz (yes gold teeth) so the nickname fits me perfectly, Westonian is from the city I have resided in for 10 years now (Weston) & Crunk was in reference to my need to consume as much alcohol as humanly possible.  My nickname served a purpose once and actually had significant meaning in my life. 

 

Furthermore, these kids all follow a trend to a tee!  One minute they are straightedge Vegans, the next they are Vegan no edge, than they are no longer Vegans but are edge, and so forth.  There is only one thing I ask of people in this world and that is to better themselves & the world by being who they want to be and thinking freely.  Don’t follow a trend just because you’re friends or doing it, or because your favorite musician is doing it.  THINK FREELY!!!!  It’s okay to have the whole “scene” image but don’t have the “scene” mind!  BE YOURSELF!  I wasn’t the most popular kid in school, I didn’t date the captain of our shitty ass football team (fuck you Cypress Bay), and I sure as hell wasn’t class President…………….but you know what I was myself and I said what was on my mind and never held back and I still do that to this day.  Either people are going to like you, love you, hate you, or generally so terrified of you that they don’t say shit!  Just deal with it!  Life wouldn’t be fun without a little bit of pain and suffering! 

 

That’s my thought for today.  You can agree with me, disagree with me, or you can just generally be offended by everything I just said.  I don't care, just know this: I'm writing this in hopes of freeing a few people's minds today! 
 

 

 


Posted on 08/05/2007 9:32 PM Comments (4)

EVENTS FROM MY PAST THAT SHOULD NOT GO UNTOLD!

I hope you enjoy my general antics.  After reading these you might be asking yourself "how the hell is she still alive?" or I may have just confirmed the answer to the question of whether I am truly insane.  Enjoy!


SEPTEMBER 12, 2005
So, it was another boring day at work last week.........I was standing at the cash register pretending like I'm busy so I don't have to help anyone when (employee name here) all of a sudden says "HEY CHANTAL, ISN'T THIS THE TATTOO YOU WANTED????"  I look up and to my surprise there is this big black lady with a tattoo across her chest that read "GOOD PUSSY 100%".  What the fuck was I supposed to do?  I didn't want to laugh and offend her so I simply replied by undoing my belt buckle and saying "WANTED????  I ALREADY HAVE IT!"  Luckily the lady laughed and I was able to quickly exit the conversation. 

My only concern with having a tattoo like that across your chest is what do you say to your children or grandchildren????  I mean she probably has kids anyways because I believe she was married but still.......................it's just weird. 

 

Shortly after this I found myself hanging out with my co-workers Trevor, Danielle, Raffaella, and Greg.  If you haven't figured it out already I was the only white one in the group.  Danielle had never been to a strip club (female-no dudes, that's just wrong and gross)  before and really wanted to go.  For some awkward reason I couldn't resist the idea of being in a sexual situation with co-workers.  We made our way down to HOTTIES in Doral, the only problem was that the manager was in a bad mood and since Danielle and Raffaella don't have IDs that say they are 21 we couldn't go in.  We now found ourselves sitting outside HOTTIES searching through local smut magazines and calling every strip club in Miami.  NO LUCK!  Trevor said "Hey Greg, let's take Chantal to THE MINT" First off what the fuck is THE MINT and where the fuck is it?  Greg was like "OOOOOHHHHH NO, we can't take Chantal there!"  At this point I'm wondering why the fuck I can't roll into THE MINT and its pissing me off.  Next thing I know we leave HOTTIES'S parking lot and head out to the mint.  At this point we are driving on a part of Florida's Turnpike that I have never seen in my 10 years living in South Florida.  Now I find myself turning down a dark road, luckily I notice a Police Station on the left and THE MINT is on the right.  This is perfect, I don't have to worry about shit happening to me.  I get closer to the police station and finally learn what city I'm in..................................CAROL CITY!!!!!!  WHAT THE FUCK????  ARE MY CO-WORKERS INSANE?  YOU CAN'T TAKE NO DAMN WHITE-BLONDE BITCH TO CAROL CITY!!!!!!!!! 

For those of you who don't know Carol City is home to rapper Rick Ross and has one of the highest crime rates in South Florida.  The only city that beats out Carol City in crime is Liberty City, and I don't know anything that's open past 5pm there.  Anyways, back to the story.......

So, Danielle, Raffaella, Greg and I are waiting outside while Trevor goes to see if we can get in.  At this point I didn't care if we cut our losses and just went home.  Trevor comes back to the car and once again NO LUCK!  We now find ourselves at a very well lit BP EXPRESS gas station.  The gas station is huge and yet they don't let you come inside after 8pm.  They clerks inside run and get you the stuff, you hand them the cash, then they bring you the change.  This little spanish midget asked us what the hell we are doing out in Carol City, especially with this white chick.  Trevor told him we were looking for a strip club but had no luck.  The midget tells us to go to ROLEXXX because they never card there and we can totally get in.  Hmmmmmm.......the strip club ROLEXXX sounds real familiar and I can't put my finger on it.  We are now once again driving through the heart of Carol City making away toward another club.  We pull up to ROLEXXX and all of a sudden it hits me...................................this club is in the Rick Ross video "Hustlin".  Oh shit!  I'm fucked!  We end up parking in some lady's yard and walk towards the door.  To my surprise there is a massive line outside to get in.  I now find myself being the only white person in a 50 mile radius.  Am I scared?  HELL YES!  I had to act like I wasn't scared and that it was just another day chillin'.  Me, being the sneaker head I am strike up a conversation with the black dudes next to me about their Nike Airs.  All went well, and finally its my turn at the door.  Hmmmm...........everyone before me had been pat down so I was feeling pretty safe.  The doorman says $10 for men $15 for the ladies.  $15 FOR THE LADIES!!!!  What the fuck dude?  I thought its supposed to be the other way around.  I don't want to argue so I just pay and walk inside.  This was like a scene out of a movie, I walk inside........Rick Ross is blarring from the stereo, everyone is starring at me, but it's okay because I'm wearing my Ice Cream Sneakers............................I head to the bar with my friends........................................and decided for my own safety its best that I get wasted.  The next thing I know I'm on my 4th Double Vodka and Red Bull........................2 beers.................and there's a sign that reads:  No Drugs (small print), No Weapons (medium print), NO GUNS, NIGGAS (Super large print).  Yeah, I feel really safe now! 

We spent about 5 hrs at ROLEXXX and around 6am decide to call it a night.  Before we leave I decide its best to pee first.  Raffaella and I head to the bathroom.  I knock on the door and there was no answer so I decide to open the door really wide so Raffaella and I can look in.  There was this black lady taking a shit.  Oh, great!  I close the door and say fuck it lets go!  We leave the club head home.  I drop Danielle off at her car, go home and get changed, and then realize that I have to be to work in 20 minutes.  So my day at work sucked because I was wasted and then hungover, but all in all it was a good night.


SEPTEMBER 17, 2006

WOW, where to begin? So, last night Greg, Trevor (ROVERT), Juan, Raffaella, and Raffaella's friend went down to Miami to hang out at this club called PAWN SHOP. I leave my house at around 11:40pm and start heading down to Miami to meet up with everyone. I stop off at the ATM and leave my goddamn card inside the machine, luckily its Weston and no one goes to the ATM pass 4pm unless its for drug money. I was already on the highway when I realized that my card was still in the machine so I drove back and got it. Its now midnight, I have to be to work at 9am so keep that in mind. I now find myself driving down to Miami like a speed demon. I go to Trevor's house and Juan and Greg jump in my ride and we head out. Its now 1am, after being lost for about a minute we get to Pawn Shop. We then spend 30 mins looking for parking and 30 mins waiting on Trevor and Raffaella. Its now 2am and I find myself paying $15 to let a black man watch my car! We meet up with Alex outside and head inside the club. Once inside the party begins! At first the music sucked, no one was jamming to it. We get some drinks, of course I was kicking back Goose and Bull. Raffaella and I discover another room of music and go to check it out. That room sucked sooooo bad! Its now 3am and we head back to the other room, I'm now drunk and they start blasting Hip-Hop. IT'S ON!!!!! David Banner starts playing so you know I had to get down. The drinks kept pouring and thats the last that I can remember. From what other people told me, I violated everyone, kissed a black man on the lips-no tongue, Nick and Germayne arrived, gave Nick a massive hickey, fell-badly, threw up all over the club, cursed out a homeless man on the streets after he tried to make me a flower, let Nick drive me home, and woke up an hour late from work. GENIUS!!!!!


SEPTEMBER 29-30, 2006

The following events took place on Friday Sept. 29 and Saturday Sept. 30

FRIDAY

Today was one of the few days that I actually didn't have to work. Seriously, sometimes I swear Jesus loves me. The only problem with today is that I have to find someone who is willing to drive four hours from Fort Lauderdale to St. Petersburg (Florida, duh!) for the Eighteen Visions show (only going to meet up with Ken and chill). Everyone I called said they would go, but it was such short notice that they already had plans. It's now around 3pm and I decide to call the one person I know that is far crazier than me, my boss Armstrong. If you haven't guessed it already Armstrong is black..........................well Haitian, whatever same thing. Once again I knew for a moment that Jesus loves me because Armstrong was totally down. I decided that it would be best to meet at the mall where we work. I get there first so I go inside to Ticketmaster and get the tickets for tonight's show. On my way out of the mall I decided to take a back hallway and run to the damn district manager of my store. She stops me in the hall and strikes up a 45 minute conversation about hair extensions. At this point my phone has been buzzing in my bag non-stop for 20 minutes. Luckily my district manager had to make her way down to Miami to visit the other damn store so I was free!

Armstrong is waiting in the back of the parking for me. I make the Jesus pilgrimage to him and we hope in my beast of Sonata and jet off. By the time we actually get on the I-75 it's already 5pm. I call up Ken just to let him know that I'm on way.....he tells me that they should be going on around 8 or 8:30.
******SIDE NOTE: Ken does lighting for Avenged Sevenfold but since they cancelled their tour this Fall he is working for Eighteen Visions. Also, Ken is amazing!!!! That will be all*******

It usually takes three hours to get to St. Petersburg if you do the speed limit. Hey, when have I ever done the speed limit? Armstrong and I are pushing 120mph the whole way there...........and then...............................we hit traffic. WHAT THE FUCK????????? Seriously, the last time I drove to St. Petersburg I was like 12 and it was when I played drums in a death metal band and we played a show with Ice-T and Body Count. There was supposed to be nothing the whole way up there. BUT NOOOOOOOO, damn people decided to build up around the highway the whole way there. It was now around 7pm and we were still 100 miles away from St. Petersburg. The only thing I could yell out the window during traffic was, GO HOME AND EAT YOUR GODDAMN DINNER!!!!!! I call Ken again just to see how things are progressing, the doors had open and the show was about to begin. At this point, Armstrong and I can't afford to get lost or else we are fucked. Finally we make it into St. Petersburg, Ken calls just to say that they are about to go on in like oh 10 MINUTES!!!! Oh shit! But you see, there is a pattern here and Jesus totally loves me. Armstrong and I get into St. Petersburg and we don't get lost and we make it in right as Eighteen Visions is going on.

After Eighteen Visions Ken, Armstrong, and I head to a bar next door. There was a band playing.......the lead singer was the 50 year old version of Shakira, the guitar player looked like my friend Arun, the keyboard player looked like my dad, and the drummer.........hmmmmm I really don't remember seeing a drummer. We grabbed a table toward the back of the bar and all of a sudden out of the corner of my eye I see a tall, thin, black man busting a move our way. He was the greatest waiter anyone could ask for. He danced, checked out Armstrong, and danced some more. Armstrong had like 2 beers and decided it would be best to stop there because he knows that if he gets drunk I'll let the waiter take advantage of him.

It's now around 2am and Armstrong and I decide to leave. We say our good byes to Ken and head out. I started the drive but had to stop at about 30 miles to puke in a rest stop bathroom. GENIUS! Then Armstrong drove for a hundred until he said that he was delirious. LOL!!! So I took over the wheel and we made our way back to the mall. I drop Armstrong off at his car around 5am. All I could think was "this was a great night/early morning." I drive away after dropping Armstrong off only to have my phone ring a minute later. "Hey Chantal, can you turn around? Someone broke my window." GODDAMNIT!!!! Some jackass threw a rock through Armstrong's car window and shattered it. Glass was everywhere. I helped Armstrong get all of the glass out of his car and then we finally parted ways. I get home and pass the fuck out.


SATURDAY

I wake up at noon, I only got about 5 hours of sleep. I'm supposed to be to work at 3pm. Now I have a very important choice to make, I can go to work at 3 and be completely miserable or I can go see Eighteen Visions and hang out with Ken again. WHAT WOULD YOU DO??????? I called my work and told them that my tires were slashed and that I was stuck in fucking Hialeah. They said okay. Damn, it was easier than I thought it would be! Alright so I take a shower get dressed and head out to Markham Park. The park is literally 5 minutes away from my house. I was quite shocked that they even had concerts at this park but then I remembered that they had cut down all the trees because after last year's Hurricane Season they had found so many dead bodies.

Alright now I'm at the show and there are maybe 400 kids max there. WTF??? I HATE RADIO SHOWS!!! Ken meets me at the gate and once again I'm right on time. It's 4pm, sunny as all hell and yet Ken still does the lighting. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, oh well what can you do? We got to laugh at a lot of people who walked by though so that was all good. After Eighteen Visions was done playing I asked Ken if he wanted to go see the alligators because he kept mentioning that Bobby wanted to go see some Gators.

We are now standing next to the tour bus waiting for Bobby to come off and I call Everglades Holiday Park. It's like 4:45pm and some white trash lady copts an attitude with me over the phone saying they close at 5pm. WHAT EVER!!!!! Bobby comes off the bus, and all I have to say is that he has the most amazing pair of white, gator loafers that curve up in the front a little like elf shoes. I'M IN LOVE!!!! Ryan and Dustin also come with us.
*********SIDE NOTE: Bobby does merch for Eighteen Visions. Ryan and Dustin do something for them too!*********

Now we all make a Jesus pilgrimage to my car that is parked all the way out in a damn target range. Dustin asks if he can drive and instead of me being like, Do you have a license? or any of that shit, I say SURE and toss him the keys. We pile into my car and head towards Everglades Holiday Park. Well, we didn't get to ride an airboat but Bobby got to see some gators off the docks. We go into this little store and buy some drinks. This lady was the epitome of white trash. Ken goes to pay with his check card and the lady says "You have to buy $10 worth of stuff." Ken says fine put everyone's drinks on my bill. The lady then says "THE MACHINE AIN'T WORKING!!!" We get our drinks and walk out.

Now some genius (and it wasn't me) says lets go to South Beach. Here's where things get complicated, Bobby has to be back at Markham Park at 9pm to get the money from the merch and everyone actually has to be back around then because the bus is leaving for Tucson, AZ. It's now 7:15pm, usually it takes about 20-30 mins to get down to South Beach. Once again traffic is everywhere and for no reason. Dustin is still driving and we finally make it down there around 8:15pm. This means we have 20 mins to eat and then 20 mins to get home. If Dustin didn't drive like such a little bitch we would have gotten there sooner!!!!! I LOVE YOU DUSTIN BUT YOU DRIVE LIKE MY DAD!! We parked in a parking garage that had a sign that read $15. For South Beach this was an amazing deal. Of course we had to park almost at the very top.

We eat at the first place we find. The service was fast, the food was good, and the bathroom was clean. Ken also taught us all a lot about the benefits of being a roadie. TAX WRITE OFFS!!! Like I said, KEN IS AMAZING!!!! We leave and head back to the parking garage and now the sign reads $20. All I can think of is hell breaking loose if we have to pay $20. Luckily no one got hurt and we left the parking garage. The only problem is that traffic is really bad so going across two lanes seems impossible. Ryan stuck his head and hand out the window and yelled stop. To my surprise it worked and we immediately got out of there. I'M PROUD OF YOU RYAN!!!

All in all Dustin made me proud on the way home when he actually did more than 70 mph and drove like a complete asshole. We pulled up to the tour bus in my beast of a car, Bobby got his money, everyone got paid (except me), and we all got to see some gators.
 




OCTOBER 28, 2006

So, Last Friday (Oct. 20) Armstrong and I met up in my hood to hang out. First off, we went to grab a bite to eat at this pizza place in Weston (Big V, you know what I'm talking about). We have been out to plenty of places before and never had anyone give us dirty looks. The whole time we are there just chillin' in a booth on opposite sides, joking, and laughing about stupid fucking people, this old couple kept giving us dirty looks the whole time. Also, we had a different waiter every time. I think all the guys were coming to look down my top............................just like I wanted (jk).

After the food we headed over to Muvico. Before we went to the movies we decided to do the real classy thing............buy beer and sneak it into the theatre. Of course we buy the fucking import that needs a bottle opener!!! Finally we get to the movies, my shoulder is killing me from my bag and every time I walk "Clink Clink" noises are made. We decided to go see "SFS". Everyone that walked out of the movie said it sucked so we decided to trade our tickets in and go see "Nightmare Before Christmas 3-D". We had already paid $9 each for movie tickets and now we had to pay $2 more each for 3-D glasses. Oh, well.......I thought it would be worth it. We get into the theatre and slip into the back aisle. We start popping the lids and kick back a few. The movie begins and a fucking pumpkin jumps at my face. BADASS!!!!!

THAT WAS IT!!!!! Then Jack goes to Christmas Town and when he falls in snow three flakes are fucking 3-D. THAT WAS IT!!!!!! 11 BUCKS FOR A PUMPKIN AND THREE FUCKING SNOW FLAKES!!!!!

HALLOWEEN HAS BEEN RUINED!!!! THANK YOU DISNEY!!!!


NOVEMBER 18, 2006

Jacksonville blows...rock boys are hot...tour buses are fun...roid rage is not cool...skinny bitches (D) suck...FMU still scares me...Bill is a fucking creep...FHP adores me...Uffie makes me horny...Mickey Avalon's still a druggie...and I'm still waiting to fuck!!!

Black McDonalds...annoying busted bitches in beamers (fucking 3)...Maxwell House smells DEE-LISH!...back alleys...dead ends...PS3 riots...Where's the beef?...heavy(k) beats...obese spooning...white trash...handicap photos...hot orange hoodies.

Waking up early...waking up late...fist fights on stage (nice job KEN!)...thinking about getting laid...tired days...cold nights...cracked windows...football games...smooth operating...scared shitless bitches...foot switch flushing...piss on walls...molded bread...hot soup...cold beer...D.S.A...bad sex stories...dick piercings...sorbet arguments...wool jackets...scary ladders...homo-eroticism...hand in pants...hair pulling...eye shutting...football throwing...James flinching...beating up chicks discussions.

Rick Ross hustlin'...neanderthal antics...pantless answering...low top looking...blow job stories...cig snatching...stupid girls screaming for Bobby...rubic cube confusion...Wal-Mart shopping...baby Laquinda Mick...latina hits...hot pink hair...cool, calm Ken...beat making...running lights...5 min taco bell runs...scalping tickets...banana cherry wristbands...cops all around...tour beef...Honda pacing...hot chicks in charge...popping the glock.

That pretty much sums up mine and Krystal's weekend with Eighteen Visions & Company in Jacksonville, FL.



APRIL 15, 2007
THIS WEEKEND:
So far has involved the following: a bottle of Svedka, driving, toilet bowl hugging, Wal-Mart, Ford parking lot puking, puking on myself, 420 soda cans, Wendy's, Ruby Tuesday, HELLO KITTY, passing out a shitload of flyers, more puking, and even more puking. 

VODKA IS THE DEVIL AND I AM NEVER DRINKING IT AGAIN!
(Side Note:  Shortly after this day, I consumed large amounts of Vodka again.  Clearly, I hadn't learned my lesson just quite yet)






SADLY, THERE ARE MORE THAN JUST THOSE.............................THESE ARE THE ONLY ONES I CAN TRULY REMEMBER/AREN'T THAT ASHAMED OF!  LOL!

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