CHANTAL

1/18/08
Current mood: impressed

So Krystal, Jessica, and I went to The Mission Veo show up in West Palm Beach last night.  The show was freaking amazing, The Ache is like the most amazing one man band show ever!  The Mission Veo fucking rocked the house and I got to dance it up to some Chromeo with Krystal.  Everything was pretty sweet last night and I got to drink up a bunch of New Castles, oh god I should of stopped after two because I hadn't eaten all day and that shit just doesn't mix.  I wasn't too sick or anything like that but I did spit beer on Karsten twice, oh and I dumped his fucking Vodka & Tonic out!  lol!  I was in this harassing mood last night, I think all the New Castles angered me and he was an easy target, I mean he did get mugged at 7pm for christ sakes!  hahahahahahahahaha!  I knew I could take him!  <3

 

When everything was said and done we were fucking starving so Krystal, Jessica, & I went and got something to eat.  FUCKING HILARIOUS!!!!!  First I found an employee name tag on the table so I totally had to take it.  Then this dude brings out a milkshake and asks Jessica if it is for her and she points to the table of overweight chicks and says "NO, IT'S THERE'S OVER THERE!"  These dudes started laughing at the table next to us.  Which I just want to make clear that she didn't mean it was there's because they are fat. 

Then I couldn't fucking stop laughing and making ridiculously inappropriate jokes in pure drunken fashion.  It took us forever to get our check and right as we are walking to leave this kid is standing in the front bare foot wearing boxers, a polo, and a fucking visor.  He says "THEY STOLE MY SHOES & MY PANTS CAN I PLEASE STILL COME IN!"  The workers are telling him no and that he needs to leave because of the store's policy.  Yo, everyone was laughing at this kid.  So we all go outside and this kid is now sitting in his beamer, it was a shitty 3 series nothing to oooo & ahhhh about. 

Let me just lay out a description of this fucking kid:  He is about 5' 8", white, blue eyes, super skinny, braces, and pretty much looks like a complete geek minus the glasses.  He won't stop talking about how he stole 5 Gs out of his mother's safe and went out to Downtown Las Olas and hit up a 21 & up club.  He says that he slipped the doorman some cash and he let him in.  At first I didn't believe him because he looks like he is 13 maybe 14 but then he bust out his camera and shows us pictures of what he describes as "hot older chicks" but I describe as MID-LIFE CRISIS BITCHES!  Eeeeew, they looked like they had atleast 3 kids and 2 ex-husbands each.  FUCKING GROSS DUDE! 

Anyways, we ended up standing out there for like 40 minutes talking to this kid.  We all totally thought he was a faggot which would of been awesome because we love the gays.  He claims he is straight and loves women, um sweety is stuck in the closet bad!  He needs to just open that shit up and get on with his life. 

So we all learned some interesting things, like he just moved here from Montana, his parents' are filthy rich, he loves Burberry, he shops all the time, he has a "girlfriend" back in Montana, he wants to pay for an escort to suck his penis like a vacuum cleaner, and that he wanted more alcohol.  At this point we are all just like JESUS CHRIST, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS KID????

Then he asks what are names are...................do we tell him the truth?  HELL NO!!  I jumped up on that shit so fast, Krystal was  Carolynn, Jessica was Jenna, & I was Christine (that's my new employee name tag).  Then he asks how old we are, I busted out with the 24, 26, 22 shit so that he knows no information to stalk us.  We continue chit chatting with this kid for another 20 minutes.  That's when he asks us if we are all lesbians.  WTF?  He says that Krystal & I totally look like lesbians because we have the "scene" hair and make up.  Jessica looks like the only straight one in the group. 

Jesus Christ man, I got told twice this evening that I look like a lesbian.  WTF?

Anyways, this kid tells us how he got his ass kicked at the club and then tries to get us to go to a liquor store or a Wal-Mart to buy him booze, we convince him to drive around the building, we jump in the car and leave.

 

WHY DOES CRAZY SHIT HAPPEN ALL THE TIME TO ME?  I mean come on, this shit would of never happened to any other group of people. 

 

 

Finally I went home and passed out. 

 

I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT THE ACHE WAS EVERYTHING I THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE AND MORE!  THAT WAS THE SHIT!

LIKE FOR REAL! 

 

 

THE END!

WHEN SEX IN PUBLIC PLACES GETS OUT OF HAND...
Current mood: amused

In the past 3 months two random events have really made me realize why it is better just to fuck in your own bed, or someone's bed. 


HOTEL LOVIN'
I was living in a Marriott for about 2 months or so and didn't have a single problem or er, noise issue for the whole stay and then...I went to pack my shit into my car and it totally went down.
 I got off work and rushed back to the hotel A.S.A.P., I had to finish packing my belonging, take Memphis out, pack Memphis's shit because I guess she has luggage now (what a little bitch), and then get everything down the 3 flights of stairs and into my love mobile.  I pull up to the hotel and enter in a side door and that's when I heard it "OH YEAH, FUCK, FUCK, OH HARDER!"  WTF?  This is bullshit!  Why didn't these noises occur the whole time I had been staying there?  Do you know how hard it is to get off to the Food Network?  Thank god for Wolf Gang Puck's Cooking Class or else I would of been fucked.  It took me about 2-3 hours to get everything in and out of the building.  That shit was going on the whole time I was packing.  I was so disgusted by what I was hearing that I had to stand outside their door and listen for a good 20 minutes.  RIDICULOUS.  After it was all said and done I made sure I went down to the lobby and told them who ever is changing the sheets in Room 304 needs to wear gloves because that shit has to have cum all over it. 

PARKING LOT LOVIN'
This event took place earlier this week.  I pull into my work's parking lot and decided that I needed to finish smoking my cigarette and maybe smoke 3 more before I actually go upstairs when all of a sudden a noise comes from the finer establishment next door's parking lot, "FUCK YEAH, OH GOD, FEELS SO GOOD!".  I ended up smoking a pack of cigarettes just listening to this nasty shit going on.  Oh and I knew the sex was nasty because I can almost bet my life on it that the bitch was a stripper from the club next door turning a trick.  OFF DA CHAIN!  This shit was going down in a SUV with the windows rolled up and doors closed and it was still loud as fuck.  The car was like 2 parking lots away, that bitch had to of been breaking this dude off like there was no tomorrow.  If not then she gets an A for best fake out during a trick because she was awesome.  I don't even feel comfortable typing the shit that she was saying, I will however tell you in public, maybe whisper it in your ear near a dumpster? 
ANYWAYS, all I was thinking was it is like 6 or 7 pm, who the fuck pays for sex at the time?  I mean come on there is a code to hooking, trust me, I've doing it for 7 years now.  God, these young bitches need to learn the rules of the game, we pull tricks from 8pm-8am Monday thru Saturday and on Sunday we pull tricks at morning Mass.  God, everyone knows that, even Jesus. 


These were just thoughts that have been buried inside of me for a little bit and I thought I would share with everyone. 

THE QUEST FOR QUALITY TOBACCO

Well, since I can never really sleep until the day time anyways, I found myself early yesterday morning on a quest for quality tobacco products, that means Cloves. The following events took place between the hours of 4:00am-7:00am on Jan. 10, 2008.

4:00am-5:00am
It was at this moment as I checked my email that I realized, damn I should only smoke black cigs because I'm a fucking rebel. I then googled "black cigs" which led me to google the suggested "Clove Cigarettes". I found this great site about Cloves and it had this beautiful piece about how most people with lung or allergy problems are more likely to die from Cloves, it truly touched me. That really fucking made me want them even more. So it was at this moment that I decided anything that can kill me with one puff is worth a try. So, I put on my pants, shoes, and a jacket and gathered my massive purse and headed for the driveway. I smoked a couple of Benson & Hedges 100s with the windows up (oh god never smelt so good) and started mapping out every open gas station in the area.

5:00am-6:00am
I finally put the car in drive. I get out of my lovely gated community/prison and hit up the first gas station in town. I pull up the SHELL and ask the guy through the bullet proof glass (bullet proof glass in weston=Hilarious) if he has any Cloves. He says he doesn't know what Clove Cigarettes are......................come on you're fucking black! I'm not a racist or anything but Black & Mild and Cloves is what your babies are raised on, well other than Old English. This is failure 1, so I jump back in my car and hit up the next gas station, the Circle K by the Weston Movie Theatre. First off I pull up and there is a Sunrise Police officer inside drinking coffee, reading the paper, and eating a danish. When the fuck did the shitty ass Circle K become the oinker's spot? Did I not get the memo? So the guy that worked behind the counter was totally from India................I thought this would be success seeing how Cloves come from Indonesia and are very popular in the general Asia/Middle East area. I ask him if he sells Cloves...................No! FUCKER! I swiftly walk out and don't back talk because I don't want to upset the fucking oinker shoving his face. I jump back in my ride. That was Failure 2! Now I find myself driving to the next stop, over the bridge into fucking redneck/white trash/trailer trash land or as the map would call it, Davie. To these people I am a dirty rich spic so I am definitely not welcomed in this part of town. Most of these people think I come from the future or some shit like that. I pull into a BP and ask the dude if he sells Cloves, he says no, I exited swiftly. That was Failure 3! I knew the next stop would be my hardest battle yet. Exxon/The Country Store, the name says it all.............every hillbilly in a hundred mile radius shops at this place. It is a low class gas station stop and I would rather sit in my own piss for 500 miles than piss in their bathroom.
I park at the pump because I figure it would be best for me to park in a well lit area. There are about 4 Ford trucks outside flying the most racist flag ever high and proud. I take a deep breath and walk to the store, this one guy was standing outside the door and he totally was so fug I threw up in my mouth. I go inside and make my point across fast, do you have any Cloves? The response "we don't sell those kinds of cigarettes here, we got plenty of "American Smokes"." American Smokes, wtf is that shit supposed to mean? Every smoker knows that it takes little chinese fingers to roll little tabacco products, am I wrong? This slightly angered me even more than I already am from the constant failure. This gas station ended with this line "What, does no one smoke quality Tobacco in this hell hole?" This time I ran to my car, jumped in, and floored it out. That was Failure 4.

6:00am-7:00am
Then something clicked in my head there is nothing more sleazy than the Cumberland gas station right down the street. People take their babies to the bar next door, surely they must have Cloves. I drive there and once again, no cloves. That was Failure 5. Then, something clicked in my head, there was this corner store down this back road and those mother fuckers got shit that I know isn't even legal in this country. It was a 15 minute out of the way drive each way, it was worth a shot. I take all these shitty back roads pass a couple of 8 year olds out slutting it up while their single mom works her 5 shift of the day and make my way to the store. WTF, CLOSED!!!!! THESE PEOPLE AREN'T SUPPOSED TO SLEEP! EVERYONE SHOULD SLEEP WHEN I SLEEP, JESUS CHRIST! This was Failure 6.
On my way back to my house I stopped at Mobile and no luck, Failure 7. Then I stopped at a Race Track, that was Failure 8. The next gas station was fucking hilarious! I pull up to this Shell right on the outskirts of Weston. I pull up, get out of my car, walk over to the door, and right as I get to the door the guy runs over locks the door and holds up a cardboard sign that reads "CLOSED FOR SHIFT CHANGE". What? Do these people not know how to make schedules? The whole point of having multiple people working different shifts is so that a 24 hour gas station never has to close because someone always shows up to relieve the other person. There are no breaks, no pauses, no lights out! YOU ARE 24 HOURS. I refused! I tapped on the window and was like do you have Cloves? The jerk points to his sign......................"listen asshole I didn't ask if you were closed because you're 24 hrs. so the obvious answer is NO, I asked if you have CLOVES? AS IN THE CIGARETTES, they are all black." He looked shocked, he didn't reply and I just finally said Fuck you and left. That was Failure 9. I finally made it home in time to watch Judge Hatchett and pass the fuck out.


I think I need to stop going on these quests. First Sierra Nevada Pale Ale and now this. All I have to say is that atleast I got New Castle Brown Ale out of one of them.






Hopefully my next quest will be successful!

So, THE MISSION VEO is kind of blowing up right now on the East Coast.  This is a really exciting time for the whole Veo family.  The band has been working really hard for the past couple of years and now they have a full length album that is currently available on iTunes or you can purchase the super cool limited edition all black pressing, which is amazing, out and things just seem to be rolling. 

They are going to be playing with FREEZEPOP on Friday Jan. 18, 2008 at Respectable Street in West Palm Beach, Fl.  This show is 3 days after my 20th Birthday, woo hoo!  Hopefully all my friends and family will come out and support me at the job.  

THE BLACK DISTRICT (TMV's Street Team) is going a million times better than I thought it would ever go.  It's always been really amazing to me how awesome people can be to an Indie Label band.  Everytime I've been on the road with a van band or a low grade tour bus band people have always been super nice.  Anytime I ever needed a shower, a bed, food, money, clothes (believe it or not), a friend to talk to, anything at all these kids across the country have always been so supportive and loving.  I still talk to everyone that has helped me out and they are all great friends of mine.  So far people have never even met before have been spreading the word non-stop expecting nothing in return and they get my mad respect.  These kids are the life of the band and everyone that works with/for the band.  Without all of you, I wouldn't have a fucking job and my friends wouldn't get to live their dream so thank you!  I LOVE ALL OF YOU AND IF YOU EVER SEE ME, HUG ME!!!! 


THE MISSION VEO is finally getting some radio play which is really awesome.  Here is a list and a way to request "NEW YORK SCUM" on the radio:

UPDATED U.S. LIST COMING!

WJRR         101.1              Orlando,  Florida                  407.916.1011

BUZZ JR.   103.1               Ft. Lauderdale, Florida        561.550.9103      Sunday Nights

WMHW       91.5              Mt. Pleasant, Michig an      989.774.3691       CRFrock915@gmail.com

KFMA         92.1               Tucsan , Arizona                    520.880.5362       testdept@kfma.com

KFMA         101.3             Tucsan, Arizona                     520.880.5362       testdept@kfma.com

KOMP         92.3               Las Vegas, Nevada                                              homegrown@komp.com    

KXTE          107.5              Las Vegas, Nevada                702.791.1057      

AREA          107.9             Las Vegas, Nevada                702.732.1079   

Also, I'm starting a mailing list for TMV that will include exclusive media, merch, show dates, and maybe even a private show from the band at their studio, so if you are interested in joining, email me your contact information and I will add you.

MY EMAIL:   cveoblkdstrct@gmail.com




Other than that, THANK YOU ALL AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!

I'll be seeing all of you in '08!


MUCH LOVE & STAY BLACK
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Chantal Veo.