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	    <title>Low Budget: Rock of Love Bus</title>
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	    <issued>2009-01-12T00:19:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-01-12T00:19:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-01-12T00:19:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[I had to undergo a week of therapy before I could even begin writing this.&nbsp; If you haven't seen the&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>westoniancrunk</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[I had to undergo a week of therapy before I could even begin writing this.  If you haven't seen the new season of Bret Michaels' Rock of Love then you have yet to truly be emotionally scarred.  Pretty much every chick that has ever been on that show is a stripper or a porn star; this season is no exception, the only difference is that these chicks look like they hook at truck stops on the side.  I have never seen such a large group of scags before in my whole life.  Every season the blondes get blonder, the boobs get bigger, and the battles get more brutal.  Not even half way through the first episode there was already fighting.  This alien Nikki flipped out because her luggage was removed from the bus so that Natasha could reorganize the luggage so everyones bags could fit.  This bitch goes rambling on &amp; on and I couldnt even pay attention to anything she said because her body &amp; face need to be donated to NASA for genetic testing.  There is no way she is part of the human race; I refuse to believe it!  What doctor would proudly make someone look as horrific as Nikki?  The mere mention of her name induces vomiting.  I need to move on before the enamel on my teeth disappears.  Although I do have to say she wrote a very lovely rap for Bret on the back of a bunch of STD pamphlets.  So romantic!!!!!    &lt;br&gt;After the bitch battle over luggage the girls attend a Bret Michaels concert in Louisville, KY.  On the way there Ashley makes fun of Marcias Brazilian accent in true white trash fashion, which leads to Marcia pouring tequila all over Ashleys head.  Of course all the blondes on the bus, or as they like to call themselves the blondtourage, rush to Ashleys aide.  Awe, so cute!  I cant wait for them to turn on each other &amp; start calling out who blew Bret first.  At the concert, since they all believe they are gods gift to men, they swarm the stage and some even think it would lady-like to make out, lick each others nipples, and do things that should only appear behind closed doors on stage in front of the whopping 52 concert goers   the rest of the CGI crowd.  I guess rock concerts are the best place to have that slut talk with the kids.  &lt;br&gt;Just when you think things couldnt possibly get more vile the ladies make their way to the after party at a local bar where the drinks keep pouring and Nikki, the alien, does a shot off of one of Gias body parts.   Ill give you a hint, it doesnt begin with the letter B &amp; everyone looked utterly disgusted.  After that lovely display of friendship the party was pretty much over and the ladies headed back to the hotel.  Of course the rooms are stocked with an endless supply of booze so a few more drinks wont hurt.  Things between Ashley &amp; Marcia ignite and Marcia attacks Ashley &amp; chokes her out.  That was quite possibly my highlight of the episode just for the simple fact that Ashley thinks she is this hottest chick on the planet.  &lt;br&gt;Finally everyones favorite part, THE ELIMINATION!!!!!  This is the part where already low self-esteems are crushed to nothing and women are left to take the walk of shame.  Bret eliminates Nikki &amp; her C-shot partner Gia along with two other chicks that I honestly didnt even know were in the show until elimination.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>SO ANNOYING</title>
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	    <issued>2009-01-03T23:27:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-01-03T23:27:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-01-03T23:27:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[So Friday night I was at work on South Beach &amp; decided to step out of the office and grab&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>westoniancrunk</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[So Friday night I was at work on South Beach &amp; decided to step out of the office and grab a quick snack.  There are roughly around 500 people crowding around the window of the Christian Audigier (head designer of Ed Hardy) store and papparazzi are swarming the place.  I wasn't the least bit interested in who was in the store.  All I wanted to do was push through the crowd and get moving down the block.  I make it past the crowd and look back and who do I see?  Beyonce, Jay-Z, and President elect Barack Obama coming out of the store.  People were losing their minds out there.  I swear, I think I saw people crying.  It was the most ridiculous thing I have witnessed on South Beach ever!!!!  I understand people were excited to be near the three of them but the country is in a major recession and your going to spend your money on $600 sweat pants?  So stupid!!!!!  ]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>WTF HAPPENED TO YOU?</title>
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	    <issued>2009-01-01T23:23:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2009-01-01T23:23:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2009-01-01T23:23:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[So I haven't been on in months because I have just been all over the place.&nbsp; <br><br>I spent the end&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>westoniancrunk</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[So I haven't been on in months because I have just been all over the place.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I spent the end of Summer and the beginning of Fall on planes and driving all over the place and then I spent the end of Fall with everything I've known &amp; loved just fading away.  Now everything is somewhat perfect and I don't really know what 2009 brings and at this point I don't care because it can't be worse then 2008 for me.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm going to be starting my own little project in 2009 and it probably won't be ready to make an appearance unil 2010 but it will be so worth the wait.  I am totally excited about everything right now.  I've made some really amazing &amp; very talented new friends and things are looking up.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope everyone had a very safe &amp; happy New Year.  &lt;br&gt;]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>BUSY</title>
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	    <issued>2008-08-24T22:52:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-08-24T22:52:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-08-24T22:52:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[I haven't been on my buzznet since my last blog.&nbsp; So much has happened!!!!!!!&nbsp; I spent a couple of weeks&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>westoniancrunk</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[I haven't been on my buzznet since my last blog.  So much has happened!!!!!!!  I spent a couple of weeks up and down the East Coast and got to spend a lot of time in Boston which I am completely in love with!  I found myself caught in the middle of a gay pride rally in Providence, RI.  I danced the nights away at pubs with my mates and some how managed to get TMV on Warped Tour.  Then I found myself baking cookies for Disturbed and driving them out to Mayhem Fest in West Palm Beach, FL.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It has really been an amazing time and bigger things are going to be hitting the web by Christmas time.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This all almost ended last Friday when I was driving and an oil tanker blew up next to my car.  Luckily my car and I were fine and I ended up dancing the next night!  &lt;br&gt;]]></content>
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		  <entry>
	    <title>01/20/08 to Present PART I</title>
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	    <issued>2008-05-18T01:21:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-05-18T01:21:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-05-18T01:21:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[Since I have completely slacked on my buzznet here is everything that I have blogged about since my last Buzznet&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>westoniancrunk</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[Since I have completely slacked on my buzznet here is everything that I have blogged about since my last Buzznet entry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Organized Newest to Oldest.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;  														Let&#226;€&#153;s NOT Rock N Roll  														  															  															&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/scared.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot;&gt; distressed  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														Pretty  much at this point Chuckles has made it impossible for me not to laugh  every time I hear the word &quot;Rock N Roll&quot; expecially if the word &quot;Let's&quot;  is in front of it.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have stopped counting the number times I  have heard that phase in the past month let alone this week.  I guess  it is one of those things that you have to be there to think it is  funny.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyways while we are on the subject of &quot;Rock N  Roll&quot;, Rock music really sucks.  I mean, shit has gone down hill.  I  hardly have any rock music on my iPod anymore and the stuff I do have  is like old school Deftonesand the unholy Coheed &amp; Cambria.  That  whole genre has just really become not so enjoyable.  I mean that  Screamo/high pitched singing thing gives me a headache.  Death metal  makes me seriously just want to kill myself, Punk drives me nuts, and I  would rather shoot heroin on the daily then listen to rap-rock.  I  don't know, maybe I am just not looking hard enough for good bands.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you know of any let me know! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Actually now that I am thinking about it, I think music in generally is really starting to not sit too well with me.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;  														SUNDAY IN HELL-A-LIAH&lt;/span&gt;  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;So yesterday, Sunday, I had to take my grandma home for a day.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OMG!&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mom failed completely.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The whole drop off process started at fucking 11am and didn't get done dropping that crypt keeper off until almost 4pm.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First  we took my car which wreaked like fucking cigarettes and I had to empty  all the trash out and hide any evidence of smoking.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Secondly,  it took that old hag like 30 minutes to fucking sit down and she sat  shotgun and then I had to put the seatbelt on her like a baby.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eeew!&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I try to do everything I can from getting old cooties.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we ended up leaving my actual driveway at 11:30am.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I drive the 30+ minutes to &lt;st1:city w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Hialeah&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and my grandma informs me that she needs to go to Kmart.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She went to one 5 years ago and wants to go to the same exact one but doesn't remember where it was.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WTF?&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Bitch you crazy!&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I searched all through &lt;st1:street w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:address w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;103&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; Street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; and finally found a Kmart.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I  thought that Kmart had closed down years ago because it was helping out  the Lower Poor Class too much and Wal-Mart is for the Upper Poor Class.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyways,  I take her to Kmart and it takes her like 40 minutes to walk to the  door and then when we get inside she can't move the cart properly and  it was such a headache.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then she informs me that she wants the exact same pants that she bought the last time she was there.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OMG!&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily for me, Kmart hasn't gotten a new shipment in since the early 80s so I was saved.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found those pants grabbed them and told her to move it.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We get in the line at the register and my grandma tries to go straight to the front of the line.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to yell at her to knock that shit off.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She almost rammed a woman with the cart.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally we get up to the cashier and my grandma is like, &quot;no tengo dinero&quot;.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WHAT?&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can't go shopping without money!&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I refused to come back to this hell hole so I paid for the pants and got the fuck out of there.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We get back into my car after she Ray Charles her way into it and then she asks me who has her keys to her apartment.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;OMFG!&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I turn back and look at my mom and ask her and my mom is like &quot;I must of forgot to bring them.&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ask my grandma if one of her crazy neighbors has a set of keys and she is like oh yeah, Juana does.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I am like fucking sweet, let's drop this hoe cakes off and get the fuck out of this hell hole.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Guess  what, Juana goes to church on Sunday and isn't home all fucking day,  which my grandma informed me after we get to her apartment.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We  get to her apartment and she gets out and starts yelling at the  President of the Association and asking why he doesn't have the keys to  her apartment.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He yells back &quot;I don't live with you!&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;FRESHNESS!&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;At  this point I shove my grandma back in the car, yell at my mom for being  a complete failure, and do about 110 the whole way home.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My  grandma is flipping out over how fast I am driving, I haven't had a  cigarette in about 3 hours, and my mom is trying to make small talk.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We get back to my house and my grandma tries to get out of the car.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am like oh hell no, sit down and wait!&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I run inside grab her keys jump back in the car and drive as fast as possible back down to &lt;st1:city w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Hialeah&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the way back down there she asks me &quot;so what are we going to go do now?&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WE AIN'T DOING SHIT!&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I AM TAKING YOUR ASS HOME, GRANDMA!&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course I said it in English so she had no clue and I am pretty sure I added the word hooker in there too.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finally,  I get to her apartment, grab her mail, run up her stairs, open the  door, turn on the A/C, and wait for her to crawl up there.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She  gets upstairs and sits down in her chair, I make sure everything is  good and then she asks me what I am going to get her for lunch.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;WTF?&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her I would go get her McDonald's because it is literally on the corner and I needed to smoke bad.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I run to McDonald's and motherfuckers don't speak English and their Spanish is wack as fuck.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ordered in both languages and they took 30 minutes to get the food because they couldn't understand &quot;NO CHEESE/SIN QUESO!&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I  return back to her apartment drop the food off and then tell her I must  go because at this point shopping is more important to my life than she  will ever be.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is now 4pm and I start heading over to Aventura Mall.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My  fucking day has been ruined and I am royally pissed that my mom dropped  the ball like this, especially when gas is $3.80 a gallon.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Actually,  it wasn't even the money I cared about, it was the time that I was  forced to spend with her in a closed area without cigarettes or beer.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, I am considering paying someone to off her because I failed so bad the first attempt I made.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MY GRANDMA SHOULD DIE, END OF STORY!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;  														F.Y.I. ITS TIME TO D.I.E.  														  														  															&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Category:  &lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;FriendID=109339692&amp;BlogCategoryID=19&quot;&gt;Pets and Animals&lt;/a&gt;  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														I  think we all know that title is about my grandma. I know I know, it is  a little harsh, not!  Well, this fucking old hag moved into my house  with me and she thinks she runs the fucking show now.  Let me break  down some things to you, she shuffles worse than Ray Charles, shakes  worse than Michael J. Fox, and take more pills than Anna Nicole  Smith...............bitch ain't running herself let alone this house.   She finally had to move in with us because she has lost it and is a  danger to city of Hialeah. &lt;br&gt; &lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;HAG HISTORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh  sweet grandma was born in Cuba, married at like 13 to a man that was  like 40 or 50 from Puerto Rico, had my dad, got divorced, my dad came  to America...legally.....shocker....., then she came to America, bought  an apartment in a little town near Miami called Hialeah and the rest is  all history.  For those of us that have unfortunately experienced the  Cubans in Hialeah I do not need to explain this woman's way of  thinking, for those of you that don't know, old Cuban women are fucking  crazy, racist, religious, wastes of space.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;MY FONDEST CHILDHOOD MEMORIES WITH THE HIALEAH DEVIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;I  remember back in the early 90s when Madonna was still pushing the Like  A Prayer image, all of us (my brothers and sister) were playing in the  front yard of my grandma's apartment building in front of the huge  Virgin Mary Statue when my sister decided to take the rosary off the  statue and wear it.  OMG, those crazy Cuban women flipped out and ran  over to my grandma's apartment and the next thing I knew my dad was  flying down the stairs telling her to put it back.  They were all  emotionally distraught over that necklace being removed.  Then there  was the time that she told all her neighbors that there was no way that  my dad could be my father because I have a &quot;black&quot; ass, of course she  used a different word for black but I think you get the point.  Oh god  and I almost forget, she always loves to mention how fat you are,  non-stop constantly every time you see her she mentions your weight, if  you gained if you lost.  God, she is fucking fat!  I don't get that  shit man.  Luckily we lived outside of the U.S. the majority of the  time so I didn't have to see her for a couple of years.  She also made  it fairly clear that she thought my face was pretty fucked up too.   Wow, aren't grandmas awesome?  I mean at that point I was back in the  U.S. and in High School so I already was having enough problems trying  to find my own identity and where I fit in let alone have her  constantly nagging me about the fact that not even my own mother could  love my face.  This eventually led to the now infamous pillow over face  incident of the early 2000s.................it was unsuccessful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;ABUELA, TU ESTA MUY LOCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;In  all honesty my family has been avoiding this whole thing with her  moving in for a long ass time.  About two years ago was when we started  noticing her losing it.  There were many signs, um she would call me  Brianne (my sister) then she would call me Dahlia (my 3 yr old niece)  and now she asks me when I am going to show up.  Then there was the  time that she walked over to my niece's high chair and was talking to  it when my niece was playing outside, right after that she walked over  to the trash can and started smacking the lid and saying &quot;NO&quot;, I guess  she thought it was my niece.   Then there was the time that we had the  stroller folded up and leaning against the wall and she walked up to it  and asked what it was going to be for Halloween thinking it was my  niece, my mom responded with &quot;well grandma, I think it is going to be a  stroller!&quot;  LOL!  At my brother's last birthday dinner she had no clue  who the fuck I was and kept asking my dad when he was going to show  up...........................omg.  Then there is the infamous shit  story......................................which I believe is a  personal favorite of Krystal's, lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;4&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;THE INFAMOUS SHIT STORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;So  my mom had to take my grandma to the doctors one afternoon and she gets  in her car and starts down the block when my grandma is like &quot;oh I  think I have to go to the bathroom&quot;.  My mom tells her that if she has  to go it is not a problem because the house is literally right behind  them, my grandma is like &quot;no, nevermind.&quot;  So my mom keeps on driving,  eventually gets on the highway to the point that the next exit isn't  for another 15 miles when my grandma turns and says &quot;I have to go and I  have to go now.&quot;  My mom ends up getting off the highway,stopping at  this gas station/restaurant and letting my grandma in to go to the  bathroom.  So like 30 minutes goes by and my grandma is still inside  the bathroom.  My mom heads down the hallway and there is a line  forming for the bathroom with the worst smell ever coming out of the  bathroom.  My mom knocks on the door and asks my grandma if she is  okay.  My grandma opens the door 20 minutes later and there is shit in  the sink, on the walls, on the floor, on her pants, on her hands, the  toilet bowl is stained brown, and her underwear were so full of shit  that my mom had to throw them away.  At this point my mom feels bad for  everyone else that wants to use the bathroom and decides to try and  clean up.  She uses all the paper towels in the bathroom to clean the  shit off everything and even has to scrub the toilet bowl with the  paper towels without gloves to the point that she got shit under her  nails.  My mom cleaned what she could clean and then took my grandma to  the doctors.  Of course the doctors are looking at my grandma's shit  pants and thinking that we don't take care of her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;  														F.Y.I. ITS TIME TO D.I.E. PT. II  														  															  															&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/annoyed.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot;&gt; annoyed  														  														  															&lt;br&gt;Category:  &lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;FriendID=109339692&amp;BlogCategoryID=19&quot;&gt;Pets and Animals&lt;/a&gt;  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;     So, I have a feeling that this might be a weekly blogging event.  My  grandma (abuela de diablo) is driving my mother and I fucking crazy.   On top of her driving me crazy she is having a major issue with  sundowning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;helvetica,arial,ariel&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Sundowning:&lt;/span&gt;  People with diseases such as Alzheimer's often have behavior problems  in the late afternoon and evening. They may become demanding,  suspicious, upset or disoriented, see or hear things that are not there  and believe things that aren't true. Or they may pace or wander around  the house when others are sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;DAY 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;helvetica,arial,ariel&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;OMFG!   My mom knocks on my door and is like &quot;Chantal, I have a man coming to  fix the garage door because your brother fucked it up when he came and  got some shit.  Please listen for the phone, the guy is coming between  3pm-5pm.&quot;  So, my mom leaves at like 2pm and the second she walks out  the door my grandma comes and wakes me up by banging on my door  screaming that there is a man here.  NO ONE IS FUCKING HERE!  I wish  someone was here and they were going to murder and rob us because I  can't fucking deal anymore.  I tell her to sit down and don't worry  about it.  Then the phone rings, I don't answer the house phone because  it is pointless and because I would rather someone leave a message  because I will forget to tell my parents, kind of like the time my  brother forgot to tell my mom that her brother died.  Every single time  the phone rings she comes banging on my door screaming about the man.   I finally had to tell her to not worry about it because I got things  under control.  Finally, the man calls and he says he is on his way.  I  give him directions and jump in the shower to get ready for work.  I  get out, get dressed, and start putting on my face when he rings the  doorbell.  NOOOO!  My grandma starts screaming my name and for me to  get the door.  Hello, when I mean &quot;get dressed&quot; that's my way of saying  underwear.  Jesus man, I had to throw on some pants and a jacket and go  out there like everything was cool.  I let the guy go into the garage I  walk back through my front door and my grandma starts talking about  some fan thing that is supposed to be on the front porch.  She opens  the front door and luckily Memphis is scared of the world and runs  strictly in circles because it takes the oldie like 20 minutes to step  down.  So, I guess she goes out there and realizes that there is no fan  so instead of thinking &quot;hey maybe I'm fucking crazy and the fan doesn't  exist&quot;, she automatically thinks someone stole that shit.  OMG, here we  go man!  My dad gets home, the phone rings, it's my mom I run to my  room and tell her to never tell my grandma anything everything again  because she has been flipping out all day.  I hang up and leave ASAP to  work.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;helvetica,arial,ariel&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;DAY2:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;helvetica,arial,ariel&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I  spent all morning at the doctors.  (or was this on Day 3, I can't  remember).  It sucked!  They ran some tests and a whole bunch of  nonsense that later I was told was invalid because of a certain  friend.  &lt;br&gt; FUCK!  Anyways, I get home with my mom from all that old  hag is just walking around looking around like she has no clue where  the hell she is.  Then she keeps asking me who's dog that  is..................HELLO, THAT'S MEMPHIS AND SHE OFFICIALLY RULES THE  HOUSE.  You wake up and the dog is passed out on the couch with a  pillow under her head.  You can tell her to get down and she  practically gives you the finger.  Enough with how awesome Memphis is,  she then asks me where my dad is.  OMG!  We go through this everyday  with this woman.  MONEY DOESN'T GROW ON TREES AND YOU AREN'T DEAD SO WE  HAVEN'T COLLECTED YET!  PLUS HEROIN &amp; CRACK AREN'T GIVEN OUT ON  HALLOWEEN ANYMORE SO WE ALL HAVE TO WORK.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;helvetica,arial,ariel&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;DAY 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;helvetica,arial,ariel&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;I  actually woke up before 4pm, shocker!  My mom was out doing some shit  so it was just me, Memphis, and that bitch.  I was cleaning some dishes  in the sink and she came over and did the &quot;let me do it, I want to help  routine that she pulls.&quot;  I tell her that I don't need her help and  that if she really wanted to help she would have done these earlier  instead of sitting on her ass all day.  She turns to walk away, looks  back, and then I hear &quot;turn towards me please&quot;.  I ignore  it.........................I already know that she spotted my tattoos.   :Turn towards me!&quot;  I'M FUCKING BUSY GRANDMA!  Then she walks away and  sees them while she's on the couch.  I go to my room and hear my dad  enter............that's when the battle begins.  I can hear her yelling  &quot;how could you let her do that?&quot;  My dad is most likely rolling his  eyes and thinking about Roger.  He tells her that I'm a fucking adult  and that if I want to mess my body up it is my business.  Thanks Dad!   I can't take anymore of it so I go out there and I am like &quot;LISTEN UP!   IF YOU THINK TATTOOS ARE THE WORST THING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO MY BODY  THEN YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY!  I'M AN ADULT AND WHAT I DO WITH MY BODY IS  MY BUSINESS, NOT YOUR'S, NOT MY PARENTS'.  THERE IS NO FURTHER  DISCUSSION, SO WHY DON'T YOU JUST SIT ON THE FUCKING COUCH, SHUT UP,  AND DIE!&quot;  Of course she has no clue what I said because she doesn't  speak English.  Awe, the beauty of it!  At this moment I decide that I  might have to attempt PILLOW OVER FACE again, hopefully this time I  won't fail. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;helvetica,arial,ariel&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;DAY 4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;I  wake up kind of late and get ready for work.  I'm running a little  behind so I hurry up and gather everything quickly to leave.  I go to  my kitchen to grab the DP, it is 5:25, fuck I'm going to be late.  I  notice my front door is open and my grandma is standing there looking  confused.  DUDE, she thought it was the bathroom.  She walked out the  front door and removed her old lady piss catcher and had her pants  undone and the piss catcher in her hand.  OMG!  The fucking neighbors  probably saw this nonsense and now they officially think we are fucked  up.  I don't say anything, she comes back in and realizes that it  wasn't the bathroom and heads the real bathroom and does whatever it is  she does in there.  She comes out and I go to leave, my dad isn't home  yet, and she starts getting all flippy.  She starts saying my brother  Mario was in an accident.  I'm like grandma, that is impossible unless  of course someone drove a car into his place of work.  I mean come on  lady.  Then she starts saying that my dad is in an accident.  WHAT A  FUCKING TEASE!  Somehow the conversation turns angry and she starts  demanding phone numbers!  She's like &quot;I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOUR FATHER  IS, WHERE YOUR MOTHER IS, WHERE MARIO IS, AND WHERE YOU ARE GOING?&quot;  I  can't deal with her and her nonsense and at this point I just yell all  the time.  &quot;GRANDMA, WE ARE AT THE SAME PLACES WE ALWAYS GO, WORK!   MARIO DOESN'T FUCKING LIVE HERE, JASON DOESN'T FUCKING LIVE  HERE......HE LIVES IN NYC, BRIANNE DOESN'T LIVE HERE.....SHE LIVES IN  BALTIMORE, THE TRASHCAN IS NOT DAHLIA, MY NIECE.......SHE LIVES IN  BALTIMORE WITH BRI, MY MOTHER IS AT WORK, MY FATHER IS COMING HOME FROM  WORK, AND I AM UNFORTUNATELY STUCK HERE WITH YOU!  I AM WRITING DOWN  TWO NUMBERS, MY MOTHER'S CELL AND MY FATHER'S CELL.  NO, I WILL NOT  GIVE YOU MINE OR MARIO'S NUMBERS BECAUSE WE ARE THE LAST TWO PEOPLE  THAT WOULD CARE IF YOU ARE OKAY OR NOT.  THERE YA GO, AND BYE!&quot;&lt;br&gt;I go  to work, everything goes well, Chuck says some stuff that I can't  forgive him for in this life, and then I finally leave to go home.  My  grandma wakes up all thoughout the night so I am the only person that I  know that actually has to sneak into their house. I decide to take the  garage route, it is really quiet and not near her room.  I go inside,  realize I left my Sidekick in my car go outside and that is when hell  fucking breaks out.  There is this step from the garage to the driveway  and for some reason when I stepped down my right foot rolls, I hear a  loud crack, I end up diving/falling into the front yard and scream  &quot;FUCK!!!&quot;  I'm in extreme pain and that's when I see her light come on  in her room.  I had to crawl back into the garage, back inside the  house, and all the way to the back corner to my parents door.  I open  their door and start crawling down their hallway to their master room  and fucking Memphis thinks I'm playing a game and decides to attack  me.  I have to fight the dog the whole way down the hall and finally I  get to my mom and wake her ass up.  She helps me get back to my bedroom  and grabs this huge bag of ice and a towel.  I slept with the ice on my  foot and I pretty much blame my grandma and Chuck for this event.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;DAY 5:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Back  at the doctors bright and early.  I get some painkillers fucking pass  out, wake up, realize there is no way I can go to work.  I can't drive  left-footed and my right foot is still numb.  I'm stuck with grandma  all by myself.  I just lock myself in my room.  She seems pissed about  yesterday and the fact that I am injured.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There  is only one good thing that has come from the whole abuela de diablo  living with me and that is, my grandparents in Melbourne (even though  we aren't related by blood they still consider me their grandchid) are  seriously amazing and I think I need to go spend way more time with  them.  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;  														2008 CHARITY WORK  														  															  															&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/energetic.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot;&gt; energetic  														  														  															&lt;br&gt;Category:  &lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;FriendID=109339692&amp;BlogCategoryID=13&quot;&gt;Romance and Relationships&lt;/a&gt;  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														So  every year I always try to do as much charity work as possible.  I know  I made a lot of you proud with my Charity work through out 2007.  It  wasn't an easy task pleasuring the majority of homeless men &amp; women  in the Tri-County Area but hey, dirty poor people need love too.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With that being said I will be devoting 2008 to a great non-profit organization called &lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;PORN FOR THE BLIND&lt;/span&gt;.  Porn for the Blind is dedicated to producing audio descriptions of sample movie clips from adult web sites.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Omg,  it is like sweet Jesus threw my golden ticket out of hell right into my  lap.  This fucking rules.  All I need is a microphone to use on my  computer and some much needed alone time.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Please  visit www.pornfortheblind.org and donate a recording.  Help the horny  blind of the world with one description at a time.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;  														white&#194;&#178;&lt;/span&gt;  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														White  people are crazy as hell man!  Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!  I  know white people think everyone else is crazy especially latin people  but damn man.  Latinas are just crazy because they keep their men's  dicks on lock.  That's how shit should be.  I'm not saying to control  your man but I know that when I got a man, I know where his dick is  more than I know where he's at.  Fuck that shit man!  If his dick  strayed I'd be out.  You will never catch with me with a cheater.  I  won't deal with that shit and I sure as hell don't got the time to be  worrying about the black plague entering my coochie.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which  leads me to this, I am sorry that you are pathetic/desperate and now so  is your boyfriend but stop putting the blame on everyone else.  &quot;You  don't ask how a grilled cheese sandwich is made when you already  know!&quot;  You want to know why no one told you the second his dick  strayed.............really you want to know.  First off, we were his  friends not your's, so you need to get that in your head.  Yeah it's  fucked up but it isn't are place to jump into your relationship and  cause a fuss.  Secondly, if we were to tell you, you would just turn  around and tell him that we told you and blame us for causing drama.   Lastly, BITCH YOU DUMB AS FUCK!  He fucks around in front of you and  you just think it is because he is drunk.  Hoe, you need to get smart  fast or you are going to end up getting your ass beat by every man you  meet.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I feel sorry for your boyfriend more than I do you.   After the beat down was done and everything was finished he ended up in  jail and you called all his friends and posted bulletins after  bulletins on myspace trying to get the sympathy card pulled to the  max.  I DON'T FEEL SORRY FOR YOU!  This was a long time coming.  You  guys always fight verbally and physically, this time shit got out of  hand.  You probably should have just gone back to your parents' house a  long time ago so you could grow up and get your shit together.  You  need to do some self searching and learn your own value before you can  let anyone put their value on you.  Also, word of  advice..............never beat the shit out of someone when they are  passed out drunk to the point that they wake up.  That's fucking  immature.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Furthermore, the fact that you are bringing some of  my best friends into your hot mess makes you pathetic.  You don't want  to break up with your boyfriend because you are afraid we/they won't  hang out with you is stupid.  Pretty much the only reason you are  around now is because you are your man's ride.  I can't deal with your  drama and your lies and I don't think anyone around me wants to deal  with that nonsense either.  You both are far younger, mentally, then  all of us.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here's a news flash for you, YOUR MEAL TICKETS ARE  OVER!  I think I speak for everyone when I say we are tired of paying  for you and your man.  FYI, your scum asses owe me $10 but I guess I  will take the jail and fucked up face as payback.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'M OVER IT!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;  														OVER IT....................................  														  														  															&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Category:  &lt;a href=&quot;http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;FriendID=109339692&amp;BlogCategoryID=12&quot;&gt;Life&lt;/a&gt;  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														I  am totally over not being 21 already.  This is a bunch of nonsense.  I  am like the one friend that holds everyone back.  I should just lay low  until 2009.  I mean like when I was hanging out with Ken back in March  and I had to remind him that I am not 21 and I wasn't sure if I would  be able to get in with him, the look on his face was one of those,  FUCK!!!!!!!!!!  I felt pretty bad after that because I know that it  sucks big dick not being able to do shit because of one person.   I  mean that time everything worked out and there wasn't a problem with me  going in.  My rack speaks louder than any plastic card.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I mean I  kind of have that problem when a party is 18+ and one of your friends  is like 17 or it is 18+ for girls and 21+ for guys and some of your guy  friends are 20. That shit makes me feel bad because I don't want to go  out and have a good time without them but then again they don't want to  hinder anyone from going out and enjoying themselves.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;FUCK THIS 21+ BULLSHIT MAN!!!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I  know everyone is going to be like get a fake I.D. but that shit is  fucking stupid.  Yeah, then you get busted by the cops or for some  reason you get pulled over and they decide to search your shit and you  are FUCKED!  Hello, it is considered identity theft in that state of  Florida and I believe you have to spend 90 days in jail  minimum.   That's if you can afford a lawyer that isn't retarded and gets you  off.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wish I could just sleep until my 21st Birthday.   Most of the times I go out, I only end up drinking 1-5 beers at the  club max.  It's not like I am a raging alcoholic.  I only drink every  once and a while, like at clubs, concerts, or parties but not heavy and  never hard liquor.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyways, enough about the 21+  nonsense.  My side has been hurting for like 2 weeks now.  At first I  would get pains every once and a while.  Now I am getting the pain  constantly and it is worse.  On top of everything my side is swollen.   I can feel either my Kidney or part of my liver, not too sure, bulging  out.  I should probably go to the doctors but I've been busy at work  and didn't want to leave then empty handed.  Plus there is nothing like  waking the parents up at 3am and getting them to drive you to Memorial  Hospital's Emergency Room.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I probably shouldn't be smoking or  drinking mass amounts of Diet Pepsi.  I can't resist man.  Oh well,  maybe I will get lucky and have to go under the knife.  Every time I  have had surgery I lost 20 lbs and kept it off.  So this shit would be  sweet right about now.  I hope there isn't a problem with my liver, I  would rather lose a kidney then have shit  fucked up with my beer  buddy.  I am really hoping it is just a swollen appendix or maybe the  baby making organs.  I would love for those to go away forever!!!!!!!   Anyways, if I am not on for the weekend or if you can't reach me, you  know why.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;  														Good Cop, Bad Cop  														  															  															&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/giggly.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot;&gt; giggly  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														Work  meetings are so lame.  I look at everyone's faces and we all just want  to burst out laughing or call people out on their B.O., or because they  suck, or because they never give accurate information, or because we  don't want to hear their annoying excuses about why they snapped at a  client.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OMG!  This kid tried to use the excuse that he snapped  at a lady because he had just quit smoking and he was stressed.  Um,  what type of lame ass excuse is that?  No one gives a fuck if you sold  out and thought being healthy was more important than being skinny.   I'm pretty sure only the very back of the room heard my response to  that &quot;that's why you do drugs instead&quot;.  I know Austin heard that shit,  he bursted out laughing.  lol!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh god, I think I zoned out for  like more than half of the meeting.  The rest of the night was just  hilarious because people were stressing out.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;God, everyone  does not know how hard it was for me to not burst out with a sexual  joke after the line &quot;sometimes you have to play good cop, bad cop&quot; was  used.  OMG!  I had to hold back so hard.  I think that is why I zoned  out because in my mind I was at the same meeting but I actually made  the joke and it ended in two seperate ways.  The first way, Krystal  bursts out &quot;CHANTAL! OMG!&quot; and starts laughing and then the room begins  to laugh.  The second way was me being fired.  I'm pretty sure the  first way was how it would of gone though.  DAMN, I SHOULD OF SAID IT,  now I will never know.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;IN NON-LAME NEWS;   EXXXOTICA IS ONLY $35!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Omg, I couldn't even get a hooker  on US-1 to rub me out for that price.  FRESHNESS!  I'm like 80%  positive that I am going to go just because I have no shame and come  this time next year I hope to be a recovering porn addict.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm  not making any promises that I will be returning to S.A. any time  soon........................let's just say that is more like a New  Year's Resolution for 2058.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Plus, I KNOW MY DREAM MAN IS  THERE, I don't think I KNOW!  He's most likely got about a 5 inch dick  (fully erected), white, mid 30s to late 40s (not a problem, I generally  enjoy the company of much older men especially when it is against my  will), divorced or never came close to marrying (which means the  thought of fucking him forever made most women he was with commit  suicide), most likely he will have major baggage (talking about kids  not his manic depression/cutting), and maybe a sex  offender...................maybe.  I mean I don't mind a man with a  criminal past, it is a turn on.  Especially if you have to go to the  prison to see them and they are chained to a chair in their orange jump  suit, with a complete rubber face shield.  I know I speak for a lot of  women when I say, complete and total aphrodisiac.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I  mean you never know, I could lose my job and have to resort to getting  paid for sexual favors as a full time job and not just for extra cash.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With that being said I will be giving 2 for 1 favors at  Gator Run Elementary School this Sunday.  Meet me at the &quot;Parent  Drop-Off&quot; circle.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;  														eXXXotica FUCKS miami&lt;/span&gt;  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														Next  weekend, April 18-20, all of my favorite sluts will be in town working  their dirty whore magic at the Miami Convention Center.  I have yet to  attend a single eXXXotica Convention since my 18th Birthday so I am  pretty much slacking.  I am going to try to attend at least 1 day this  year.  I AM FUCKING EXCITED!!!  I mean come on, think of all the  potential baby's daddies, HEY BOOOOOOIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!  Omg, finally I  will be able to find someone that will attend S.A..  Fucking  sweetness.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;PLEASE DO NOT BOTHER ME NEXT WEEKEND.............&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Unless of course you want to come with me then in that case be sure to  bring $500 cash, any valuable jewelry you may own, photo  identification, your birth certificate, and please park all baby  strollers at the far west parking lot.  Don't worry the parking  attendant may say he doesn't watch children but that doesn't mean he  won't enjoy touching them.  Also you must tell no one where you are  going and who you are meeting after all the best things in life are  kept a secret.  I will be wearing an all black latex cat suit complete  with face mask.  Be sure to bring a plastic bag, for the fluid of  course, I will be providing the ball gag, rope, shovel, lime, and any  cutting device your little heart desires.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If the above sounds like something you are interested in, you all have my number. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;  														4 years boils down to 1 hour and 30 mins&lt;/span&gt;  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														Ever  since I graduated college in &#226;€&#153;06 it has been a battle to get this  shitty ass University to release my degree to me.  Someone fucked up my  credit audit back in &#226;€&#153;06 and it said &quot;DEGREE COMPLETE&quot;.  Well, I guess  at the end of that school year they decided to stop counting a certain  History class that I took towards the degree I was receiving and  completely got rid of that course all together.  HOW THE FUCK WAS I  SUPPOSED TO KNOW?  The damn counselor should have told me when I  registered for that course that pretty much I was taking it for shits  and giggles.  So, for the past two years I have been battling this shit  hole school for my fucking degree and now it comes down to 1 hour and  30 mins of my life...................and $90.  I have to take a CLEP  test for one course on the CLEP list and get a 50 or higher.  If I can  do that then, boom, I will walk out with my middle fingers held high  and a big fucking grin on my face.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Really, there is only one  small problem...................there are only 5 course that I can CLEP  out of.  I took all the other classes while I was in college.  Damn, I  would have loved to CLEP out of Chemistry.  I&#226;€&#153;m a fucking god when it  comes to that shit.  Unfortunately, most of those CLEP tests are  foreign languages.  I mean if I had $90 to kill I would just take one  that I knew I would fail, just to see what the hell that test was  like.  I mean I can only imagine what the Japanese CLEP exam is like,  that shit must be crazy as hell.  You would have to be fluent to pass  that.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyways, I think I am going to CLEP CGS 1077.  I took  CGS 1100 in school and um that&#226;€&#153;s clearly a different computer course,  so that fucking school can&#226;€&#153;t even tell me that shit won&#226;€&#153;t count.  I  mean CGS 1077 has to be the retarded computer class.  I fell asleep  everyday in the CGS 1100, except for when the Haitian woman started  sitting next to me but that is because her body odor was so bad I  couldn&#226;€&#153;t stop gagging.  That class was the biggest joke ever.  I mean  seriously, what type of person doesn&#226;€&#153;t know how to turn on a computer?   I mean the Haitian woman didn&#226;€&#153;t know shit but it is understandable  since this is the first time she has lived in a place where it didn&#226;€&#153;t  sound like a machine gun going off when it rained.  TIN ROOF REMIX!  (that&#226;€&#153;s for Hugo).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;With that being said, wish me luck amigos  because next week will be the most important week in the history of my  shitty American education.  I mean I lived in 3rd World Countries that  had a better education system then this DEVELOPED NATION.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;  														Slackers&lt;/span&gt;  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														I&#226;€&#153;m  sick of all these fucking lazy ass slackers in my life.  What the fuck  is wrong with people my age?  I just don&#226;€&#153;t understand why they are so  lazy when they are at work.  Hello, you are getting paid...DO  SOMETHING!!!!!!!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whatever, so far none of them have lasted and those that are still lazy will be dismissed soon enough.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;God, if being a piece of shit was a job skill these motherfuckers would be CEOs.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;End of story.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;  														The real secret to baking cookies/How I spent my vacation...&lt;/span&gt;  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														     Seriously, you could mix everything together and have the perfect  cookie dough but if you don&#226;€&#153;t set the oven temp. correctly, then you  could be faced with the inside cooking too slow and the outside cooking  to fast.  That is all I am going to say on that subject.  I will never  tell you the correct temp. setting.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I only had like 3  decent nights on the whole 5 days of vacation.  Wednesday, really late  Friday, and Saturday were the only good days.  I spent the majority of  my vacation watching Sasha Grey films.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;  														THE MISSION MELBOURNE&lt;/span&gt;  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														Never,  ever will I use MAPQUEST again!  It failed me one time before and I  decided to give it another chance and it almost killed us!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Krystal  and I drove up to Melbourne yesterday to go to The Mission Veo show.   We were on Florida Turnpike and needed to cut over to I-95 so we ended  up &lt;br&gt;on the Yeehaw Jct.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Yeehaw Jct. is super popular in  Central Florida because of Disney World.  There are a million  billboards for this thing so I assumed taking that exit would take me  through civilization.  I keep looking at the lack of gas on my gas  gauge and can&#226;€&#153;t stop laughing so Krystal busts out laughing.  At this  point, we are in the middle of Orange Fields and Portable Toilets.  We  keep seeing signs for I-95 with arrows pointing straight ahead but no  highway in sight.  Finally, we freakin&#226;€&#153; find a gas station and I-95.   There is just one problem, the first gas station I go to has a vomit  inducing bathroom and no gas, and Krystal and I are pretty sure the  dude working there had the HIV.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Really I just want to make  one thing clear, MELBOURNE IS PLACE YOU GO TO, WHEN YOU WANT TO DIE!   The majority of the people that live there are retired and pretty much  on their last dasy.  The rest of them are so redneck!  ugh!  All in all  it was an awesome show and seriously, Krystal, Manny, Karsten, Ben, and  I had the greatest Paramore sing-a-long in the history of cars.  I  didn&#226;€&#153;t even know that you could crowd surf in a car but Ben proved me  wrong.  He freaking surfed from the front of the car all the way to the  back.  It was amazing!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh yeah, and here&#226;€&#153;s how my bar tab went:&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body&quot;&gt;just keep in mind that I am at the same bar the whole time.&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br ..=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot;&gt;I bought 3 new castles for $13.50&lt;br&gt;then I bought 2 for $9.00&lt;br&gt;then I bought 1 for $5.00&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;display: none;&quot;&gt;then I bought 3 New Castles and 1 Bud light for $18.00&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WTF?  Karsten totally called them out on it and they just shrugged their shoulders.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Krystal  and I left the Hustler club and hit up a local Steak N Shake because it  has pretty much become tradition and it is the only thing open past 5pm  in Melbourne.  This guy behind me kept waving at Krystal and trying to  get her to look at him, lol!  Our waiter was on so fucked up it wasn&#226;€&#153;t  even funny.  He most likely smoked crack 5 minutes before we got  there.  Seriously, the whole place was weird.  We just wanted to get  back to Fort Lauderdale.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;In the end Krystal and I made it home in a little over 2 hours thanks to my need for speed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;  														ALL HAIL, MIAMI &lt;3  														  															  															&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/accomplished.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot;&gt; accomplished  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														TASTE OF CHAOS LAST NIGHT WAS GLORIOUS! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Supposedly, my cookies are legendary now.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also,  I have finally found what I want to do with my life.  I&#226;€&#153;m going to open  a low-grade/high-sleaze motel.  Our motto is going to be &quot;HEY AT LEAST  THE DOORS LOCK!&quot;  There will be a dead hooker in every closet and if it  isn&#226;€&#153;t fresh enough we will go out and kill ya a new one!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That&#226;€&#153;s pretty much it.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S.  Never piss off Ken&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;  														BROWARD MALL BLOOD BATH&lt;/span&gt;  														  															  															&lt;br&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/angry.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot;&gt; angry  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														Today  I went to Broward Mall to go pick up something I had ordered at FYE.   So I get into the parking lot and it is a bit full.  I notice someone  pulling out of a space up front so I wait with my turn single going and  I really don&#226;€&#153;t have to worry about any asshole turning in to the spot  because it is a one way lane and no one else appears to be around.  So  the car backs up and drives off, this old guy fucking walks over and  stands in the spot.  So I wait for a minute thinking he is just cutting  through then about 5 minutes later he is still standing there doing  nothing.  I was going to honk my horn but I was afraid that he might  piss himself so I wait a little longer.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally, I&#226;€&#153;m just  fucking pissed because I need to get in and get out so I can make it to  work on time.  So, I roll down my window, &quot;HEY CRYPT KEEPER, WHAT ARE  DOING?  I&#226;€&#153;M NOT GOING TO HELP YOU KILL YOURSELF, I DON&#226;€&#153;T BELIEVE IN  EUPHANASIA IN PARKING LOTS!  LET&#226;€&#153;S HURRY THIS SHIT UP!&quot;  The guy tells  me that he is waiting for his wife so she can take the spot.  &quot;YOU  CAN&#226;€&#153;T FUCKING HOLD A SPOT WITHOUT A VEHICLE, DICK!&quot;  Like what the  fuck!  So now I am seriously pissed off, like pretty much just as  pissed off as the time that other old bitch cut me off at the bank.   Like I had to tell him &quot;JUST ONE FUCKING PUSH ON THE PEDAL OLD MAN AND  YOU&#226;€&#153;RE FUCKING DONE!&quot;  Of course this happened in the parking lot in  front of the bus stop so of course all the people waiting for the bus  think I&#226;€&#153;m a fucking asshole because I want the spot that should  rightfully be mine.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why do old people think they can do  whatever the fuck they want just because they are dieing sooner?  Fuck  those motherfuckers!  They can&#226;€&#153;t push me around because I was born 6  decades after them, I WAS THERE FIRST!  It comes down to the principle  of the matter and the principle in a parking lot is &quot;FIRST COME, FIRST  SERVE&quot;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That old guy needs to go eat a bag of baby dicks! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;  														ABORT YOUR BABY!  														  															  															&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/angry.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot;&gt; angry  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														Why  do people think babies are cute?  They are fucking disgusting!  I hate  babies, they look like aliens and all they do is stare, shit, sleep,  and eat.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;New moms suck!  It&#226;€&#153;s like they try to act like they  are fucking amazing and their kid is like the biggest genius ever.   YOUR BABY IS RETARDED!  I will only be impressed by your baby if they  can spell my name right because it takes a genius to do that shit  nowadays!  Also, stop trying to act like that baby was the best thing  to ever happen to you.  Come on, that baby ruined your life and rapidly  crushed your dreams.  You should of just done yourself a favor and paid  the $7 for a box of condoms instead of letting people know you are a  hoe.  Or you could of spent 3-4 months saving your money for an  abortion which probably would have been the smart thing to do.  I hate  people that are like oh I&#226;€&#153;m going to have the baby and give it up for  adoption.  ARE YOU SERIOUS?  Why would anyone want a baby that it&#226;€&#153;s own  mother didn&#226;€&#153;t want?  EEEW!!!!  Why would you do that to your child?  I  mean you never know what type of life that kid is going to have and you  will end up wondering what happened to your bastard child later on.   The guilt alone is enough to make me abort.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want to start an  organization to help raise money to pay for abortions for those that  can&#226;€&#153;t afford them.  I&#226;€&#153;m a tax payer and I sure as hell don&#226;€&#153;t want my  money to pay for someone who isn&#226;€&#153;t responsible.  It&#226;€&#153;s your life, your  body, but it is our money.  Keep that shit in mind the next time you  want to unwind.  Motherfucker I don&#226;€&#153;t want to pay my own bills let  alone everyone else&#226;€&#153;s.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was at the mall early one day last week  and I had gone out drinking heavily with some friends and tried to  actually be nice about to some woman about her fucking shitty kid  because it seemed like national new mom day at the mall and shit. &lt;br&gt;I  tried to compliment this woman on her baby.  I was like &quot;wow, that&#226;€&#153;s  really amazing of you to care for a child with Down Syndrome.  I mean  its going to be a battle for life and it takes an amazing person to not  just give up&quot;.  The fucking bitch snapped!  I guess her baby didn&#226;€&#153;t  have Down Syndrome, HOW THE FUCK WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW!  Let me tell  you, I&#226;€&#153;m no fucking doctor but someone was missing their 23rd  chromosome and it sure as fuck wasn&#226;€&#153;t me.  I&#226;€&#153;m pretty sure if you would  of showed her a picture of what her kid was going to look like when she  found out she was pregnant, she probably would of aborted it.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The lesson of this whole thing is ABORT YOUR BABY, BEFORE IT IS TOO LATE!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S. I&#226;€&#153;m sorry if this offends some of you that may be anti-abortion but everyone has their own opinions.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;     &lt;br&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;  														LUCKIEST BITCH FOR THE MONTH OF MARCH IS....&lt;/span&gt;  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														ME!!!   Holy shit, I&#226;€&#153;ve fucking won like 30 free Diet Pepsi drinks.  I RULE!   I&#226;€&#153;m getting $100 cash tonight for taking some shit to fucking  Miami/Homestead for a client because that fucker during the day don&#226;€&#153;t  know what the fuck he is ever talking about and deserves to be punched  in the face for bitching about my vacation when he has been here the  least amount of time and deserves to be run over.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also, I got $20 last week for nothing.  COME ON!  I RULE!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ANYWAYS, BOOZE ON ME TONIGHT AND TOMORROW!  FUCK YEAH!  Let&#226;€&#153;s have a damn good time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;  														DUCT OFF  														  															  															&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/content.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot;&gt; content  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														The  trunk of my car has been fixed.  I decided to go to the low-grade  mechanics.  Pretty much guys that used to break into cars for a living  back in the day but now slave away in the garage.  Those dudes totally  knew what was up.  They didn&#226;€&#153;t even use proper terminology.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They  came out and were like &quot;yeah, come here gurl.  Let me tell chu  sumting.  See dis here metal piece.  Some motherfucker tried to jack ur  sheeeeeeeet.  Ok, so chis wut I do. I grabbed this here bar and bent  that motherfucker back into place.  Then I took this fucking screw, hey  chu payin attention.  FUCKUS with me.  (that was hilarious) So I took  chis screw and fucking put it here.  That be all.&quot;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The best part was that it was only $70 and I got an oil change with that nonsense.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That gives me a total savings of $1,730.00.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I didn&#226;€&#153;t even blow anybody.  It was awesome.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;From now on, I will only let someone work on my car if they look like they are going to steal it.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now my left headlight is out.  SON OF A BITCH!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;  														MANNY &amp; CHANTAL  														  															  															&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/loved.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot;&gt; loved  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														Chantal: I need to lose way more weight&lt;br&gt;Manny: Haven&#226;€&#153;t you already lost enough weight, geez (blows cig smoke out)&lt;br&gt;Chantal: NOOOOO, I need to be like 90 lbs, GOD! &lt;br&gt;Manny: (laughs) True, you have to be there tomorrow.  I&#226;€&#153;m debuting my new Mission Veo outfit.&lt;br&gt;Chantal: OMG!  I&#226;€&#153;m THERE!  I LOVE YOU&lt;br&gt;Manny: (sexy metal whisper/too much MSI in the brain) I love you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You  see Manny Veo is my boyfriend.  I love him, he pretends to love me in a  sexual way, we go out places and I always pay, I cover for him when he  is in need, and I always support him.  Of course there will be that  time when I cheat on him with someone who is a heterosexual then I&#226;€&#153;ll  have to admit it, we will cry, hug, I will buy him a gift, and then we  will go back to how we always used to be.   Eventually the relationship  (more like my obsession) will turn toxic and will lead me to a life of  hard narcotics, I will lose everything, and be forced to prostitute  (actually work the streets not Craigs list) where I will be arrested,  serve time, and eventually be released.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No matter what I LOVE MANNY VEO!   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;  														LANGERADO......./SICKNESS  														  															  															&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/sick.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot;&gt; sick  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														Langerado  blew major dick, like more dick than a bitch at the Bunny Ranch.  I  only went for the fucking Beastie Boys and because I got in for free.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;First  off, I ended up having to wait almost 2 hours at Will Call for my  ticket because that stupid bitch Jennifer didn't call fucking Ethan and  confirm that shit.  Finally Ricky had to call Ethan and hand that hoe  his cell phone.  Bitch knew she fucked up once she realized that we  seriously weren't playing.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After all that ticket nonsense was  done we had to drive 30 more miles into the everglades for the  concert.  I don't know who's bright idea it was to have the concert at  Big Cypress but they should be shot in the face!  We were stuck on a  single lane, dirt road for 3 hours.  I had to piss, so Ricky had to cut  the lights and he ended up misting me with the windshield wiper fluid  which disturbed my piss so I ended up not going.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Once I  finally got to park my car it was like a 20 min walk to the actual  gate.  I met up with everyone inside and Ricky and I saw the end of The  Roots.  Then we headed over to watch the Beastie Boys.  The hippies  were fucking disgusting and retarded.  Seriously, ugliest crowd in  concert history.  This show beat out all the ugliness of Jacksonville's  Planetfest 7 and that show was morbidly obese and ugly.  These hippies  had the worst body odor and were fucked up on a whole different level.   OMG, like I never understood the U.S.'s War on Drugs campaign until  this show.  Motherfuckers are retarded for life.  I think I was one of  four people wearing shoes.  Ugh, that place was so gross.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh  god, I almost like tripped and fell walking in that fucking field too!   There tree roots sticking out and no fucking lights so Ricky and I had  to wage war with shrubs and shit.  The cops there were all Seminole  Indians (because it is on Seminole land) so they were all morbidly  obese, alcoholic, heroin addicts, who love to gamble and smoke a carton  of cigs a day.  Not like I'm stereotyping or anything, I'm just saying  what I saw.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wish I was a Seminole just so I could murder  mother fuckers out there and get pardoned for that shit.  I know that  most of those people are not productive in society.  Fuck, I need to  stop.  Langerado fucking sucked, Beastie Boys ruled except their was  sound was shitty as fuck and so was their lighting, that shit was  weak!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In other news I am ridiculoid sick.  Now  you may be asking what constitutes ridiculoid sick?  Well, I fucking  shat myself today, no joke.  It was just a little and I didn't even  realize I was doing it because I was so sick in my bed.  I had to walk  out of my room and tell my dad that I need to shower because I shat my  pants while there are workers putting cabinets in my kitchen.   EMBARASSING!  My dad was like so disgusted he didn't even want to know  any more.  So I took a shower and thought everything would be okay.   Then I threw up on my pillow all this mucus and fucking slept in that  shit.  I woke up and my hair was mashed to my face.  So, I had to take  another shower and I will be burning my bed linens tomorrow.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm  finally starting to feel a little bit better but I think that is  because I have managed to drink two bottles of Tylenol Cold.  I know it  says every 4 hours but shit I need that every 2 hours.  I will most  likely O.D. tomorrow at work, if only!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;  														Blue Light Special&lt;/span&gt;  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														&lt;p&gt;Go buy yourself some self-esteem.  I heard that Wal-Mart has it as the Blue Light Special right now.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; The only man I want at work is MANNY!  That's it!  So everyone else you hoes can keep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot; class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;  														BAKING SEASON, COMMENCE!&lt;/span&gt;  														  														  														&lt;/p&gt;  														    														Well,  the end of March is going to be a hectic baking season for me!  John is  coming home for two weeks.  In case you don't know he has been deployed  to Eastern Afghanistan.  I'm really excited to see him.  Then I will  also have my favorite cookie monster and quite possibly my number one  baking fan, Ken will be down with TOC.  With that being said I'm  venturing into working with some new flavors.  Hopefully I will be able  to reveal some new cookies and figure out what works and what doesn't.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some of you may or may not know but the only cookie I will  actually eat is Peanut Butter so I will be using my close friends and  my mom as testers.  So please do not be surprised when I start showing  up with bags of cookies to the office and forcing them down your  throats.  LOL!  Just kidding!  But if you don't eat them I'm going to  take it as a sign of disrespect.  Just think, what would BOBBY LABONTE  DO?  I betcha he'd eat that cookie.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>WHY I HAVEN'T BEEN ON IN MONTHS!</title>
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	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:2372831</id>
	    <issued>2008-05-17T21:27:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-05-17T21:27:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-05-17T21:27:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[Hey everyone!&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; If I haven't responded to you since the beginning of January it isn't because I have been&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>westoniancrunk</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[Hey everyone!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    If I haven't responded to you since the beginning of January it isn't because I have been ignoring you.  I have been insanely busy for the past couple of months.  Everything has been happening really fast right now.  I am just trying to breathe and take it all in at the moment.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    I did however manage to find time to go to this year's Taste of Chaos Tour and meet up with some buddies in the A7X road crew!  It was a great night in Miami and they came down right in the middle of WMC (winter music conference).  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    For those of you that don't know WMC is the biggest week in music in the United States and it is held right down here in South Florida. Tons of indie/underground electronica artists, DJs, indie rock bands, hip-hop artists, and pretty much any type of music but country &amp; jazz is down here for 1 week only and it all ends with Ultra Music Fest which falls on the last two days.  It was completely insane and my body is still recovering from that week and it has been well over a month now.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    In other news, here are some updates.  The Mission Veo are trying to play this year's Warped Tour so please vote for them right now, http://warpedtour.battleofthebands.com/LaMissionVeo.  TMV plan on hitting the U.S. East Coast late Summer/Fall this year and I will keep everyone posted on the dates.  Also, some personal news.........I got an agent and will be featured in some film, music, and modeling projects in the upcoming future.  I am still like in complete awe over this still because I never thought that it would actually be something that I would go after.  I really want people to know that South Florida has got it going on too you know!  People that have never been here before think it is just a bunch of old people hanging out on the beach and complaining about how hot it is but that's really not the case.  I have had the pleasure of living in what I would consider the 3 major entertainment states (California, New York, &amp; Florida) and Florida has been my favorite so far.  So, I will keep everyone posted with projects I am in, etc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Other that, I am back, healthy, happy, and in love.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, keep me posted on what you guys have all been up to!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>1.18.08</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://westoniancrunk.buzznet.com/user/journal/1695481/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:1695481</id>
	    <issued>2008-01-21T00:12:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-01-21T00:12:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-01-21T00:12:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p class="blogSubject">1/18/08
 
 
 <br>Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/impressed.gif" align="absmiddle"> impressed
 
 
 </p>
 
 
 <p>So
Krystal, Jessica, and I went&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>westoniancrunk</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;1/18/08

												

													

													&lt;br&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/impressed.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot;&gt; impressed

												

												

												&lt;/p&gt;



												



												

												&lt;p&gt;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 &amp; 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!  &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;When everything was said and done we were fucking starving so

Krystal, Jessica, &amp; 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 &quot;NO, IT'S THERE'S OVER THERE!&quot;  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.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;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 &quot;THEY STOLE MY SHOES &amp; MY PANTS CAN I PLEASE STILL COME IN!&quot; 

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 &amp; ahhhh about.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Let me just lay out a description of this fucking kid:  He is about

5' 8&quot;, 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 &amp; 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 &quot;hot older chicks&quot; 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!  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;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.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;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 &quot;girlfriend&quot; 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????&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;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, &amp; 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

&amp; I totally look like lesbians because we have the &quot;scene&quot; hair and

make up.  Jessica looks like the only straight one in the group.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Jesus Christ man, I got told twice this evening that I look like a lesbian.  WTF?&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;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.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Finally I went home and passed out.  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT THE ACHE WAS EVERYTHING I THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE AND MORE!  THAT WAS THE SHIT!&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;LIKE FOR REAL!  &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;THE END!&lt;/p&gt;]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>WHEN SEX IN PUBLIC PLACES GETS OUT OF HAND....</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://westoniancrunk.buzznet.com/user/journal/1656611/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:1656611</id>
	    <issued>2008-01-13T21:43:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-01-13T21:43:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-01-13T21:43:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[<p class="blogSubject">WHEN SEX IN PUBLIC PLACES GETS OUT OF HAND...
 
 
 <br>Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/amused.gif" align="absmiddle"> amused
 
 
&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>westoniancrunk</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[&lt;p class=&quot;blogSubject&quot;&gt;WHEN SEX IN PUBLIC PLACES GETS OUT OF HAND...

												

													

													&lt;br&gt;Current mood: &lt;img src=&quot;http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/amused.gif&quot; align=&quot;absmiddle&quot;&gt; amused

												

												

												&lt;/p&gt;



												



												

												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.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;HOTEL LOVIN'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;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. &lt;br&gt; 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 &quot;OH YEAH, FUCK,

FUCK, OH HARDER!&quot;  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.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;PARKING LOT LOVIN'&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;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, &quot;FUCK YEAH,

OH GOD, FEELS SO GOOD!&quot;.  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?  &lt;br&gt;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.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These were just thoughts that have been buried inside of me for a little bit and I thought I would share with everyone. ]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>THE QUEST FOR QUALITY TOBACCO</title>
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	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:1645381</id>
	    <issued>2008-01-11T21:05:49Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-01-11T21:05:49Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-01-11T21:05:49Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[THE QUEST FOR QUALITY TOBACCO
Well, since I can never really sleep until the day time anyways, I found myself early&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>westoniancrunk</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[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 &quot;black cigs&quot; which led me to google the suggested &quot;Clove Cigarettes&quot;.  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 &quot;we don't sell those kinds of cigarettes here, we got plenty of &quot;American Smokes&quot;.&quot;  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 &quot;What, does no one smoke quality Tobacco in this hell hole?&quot;  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 &quot;CLOSED FOR SHIFT CHANGE&quot;.  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......................&quot;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.&quot;  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!]]></content>
	    </entry>
		  <entry>
	    <title>TMV IN '08/THE BLACK DISTRICT/THANK YOU/RADIO PLAY/MAILING LIST</title>
	    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://westoniancrunk.buzznet.com/user/journal/1619501/"/>
	    <id>buzznet:user:entry:id:1619501</id>
	    <issued>2008-01-07T09:55:00Z</issued>
	    <modified>2008-01-07T09:55:00Z</modified>
	    <created>2008-01-07T09:55:00Z</created>
	    <summary type="application/xhtml+xml"><![CDATA[So, THE MISSION VEO is kind of blowing up right now on the East Coast.&nbsp; This is a really exciting&#133;]]></summary>
	    <author><name>westoniancrunk</name></author>
	    <content type="application/xhtml+xml" mode="xml" xml:lang="en-us"><![CDATA[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.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;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.   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;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!!!!  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE MISSION VEO is finally getting some radio play which is really awesome.  Here is a list and a way to request &quot;NEW YORK SCUM&quot; on the radio:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt; font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text&quot;&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;UPDATED U.S. LIST COMING!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;WMHW&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;91.5&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Mt. Pleasant, Michig an&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;989.774.3691&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;CRFrock915@gmail.com &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

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&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;AREA&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;107.9&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;Las Vegas, Nevada&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;702.732.1079&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;    &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;font face=&quot;Calibri&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;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.&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;

MY EMAIL:   cveoblkdstrct@gmail.com&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Other than that, THANK YOU ALL AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll be seeing all of you in '08!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MUCH LOVE &amp; STAY BLACK&lt;br&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;br&gt;Chantal Veo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;]]></content>
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