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Poorochondriac
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For those who know me and give a shit, I am back, sorta. I make no gurantees on for how long - I have been hells of busy since I got out to L.A., and only recently netted a job that grants me computer time (Filming and editing band footage for use in electronic press kits, for those curious).
Life's been interesting. My roommate is in a band that two Nashville labels are currently having a bidding war over, so I spend a lot of my time rubbing elbows with people much more famous and much better looking than me, desperately hoping that nobody figures out how little I belong there.
Speaking of interesting, had a bizarre night last night. Here's the story, copy/pasted from talking with Trillian just now:
So night starts out, me and a buddy are hanging out with Shooter Jennings and Tom Morello (My buddy did a show Saturday that Shooter was at and very impressed by, so he and Shooter have been meeting up lately, and Shooter is friends with Tom) at a Hollywood bar called Big Wang's. This was after the Axis of Justice show they did at a club across the street, Hollywood Cafe. My buddy (Tyler, for future reference) and I start talking with these two chicks. One blonde girl with freakishly large, anime eyes, other one a good-looking brunette. I start chatting up the brunette, since her eyes were less frightening. Evening progresses, Shooter and Tom say their goodbyes, bar's ready to close. Girls ask Tyler and I if we wanna go back to their place for drinks. We say yes. Blonde girl is with some other dude she met at the bar, brunette has her arm around mine. Get to their apartment, it's pretty cool. Radiohead and American Beauty posters in the living room, which means I actually have more in common with this girl than I was really aware. She grabs me a Bud Light, asks if I've ever played Guitar Hero. She has both 1 and 2, and we play on Hard mode. At this point, I can't believe my luck. Tyler starts playing GH against blonde girl's dude. Brunette and I are sitting on the couch, she kisses me, times are grand. Tyler sends me a text saying he's gonna get out of dodge and leave me to it, he goes home. Blonde girl goes back to her dude's place, so it's just me and the brunette in the apartment, making out. Awesomesauce, I'm thinking. The subject of television shows comes up, don't ask me how, that shit just happens sometimes with me. Turns out, she has all three seasons of Arrested Development (My favorite show ever) on DVD. We go into her room, are laying on her bed, watching AD and making out. Her shirt comes off, my shirt comes off. I get three knuckles deep in her and am bumping a diaphragm - the awesomeness continues, I'm thinking. A diaphragm is like a blinking, neon "GONNA HAVE SEX TONIGHT" sign. She takes off my pants, takes off her pants, I figure it's a done fucking deal. She's moaning and breathing heavy, really getting into it, things are fucking sweet. She excuses herself to go use the restroom real quick. I've seen many girls do that before at this point in the sexification process, so I figure no big deal. I just prop back on a pillow and wait. Time passes.
And passes.
And passes.
Half of a fucking hour goes by, and still haven't heard a peep from her. Leave her room, start looking around, still naked. Girl is nowhere to be found, apartment is fucking empty. No note, no girl, apartment front door is still deadbolted. So I'm naked, drunk, and stranded in some random bar girl's empty apartment in the middle of Hollywood with me having no idea where that is in relation to my place. I scrawl out a quick note, get dressed, stumble outside, and go to call 411 to get a cab to come pick me up.
Halfway through that particular call, my phone dies.
I shit you the fuck not.
I am so irritated at my situation that I just pick a direction and stagger. I see a street I vaguely recognize, I arbitrarily choose a direction and go for it. Three hours of this later, I finally make it home.
It was the most ridiculous, bizarre, sitcommy chain of events I've ever experienced. It's like some Friends writer was pulling some Truman Show strings, giggling all the while.
Anyway, I'm out, for now. If I know you, hey, it's good to be back. If I don't know you or don't like you, fuck you, I guess.
Life's been interesting. My roommate is in a band that two Nashville labels are currently having a bidding war over, so I spend a lot of my time rubbing elbows with people much more famous and much better looking than me, desperately hoping that nobody figures out how little I belong there.
Speaking of interesting, had a bizarre night last night. Here's the story, copy/pasted from talking with Trillian just now:
So night starts out, me and a buddy are hanging out with Shooter Jennings and Tom Morello (My buddy did a show Saturday that Shooter was at and very impressed by, so he and Shooter have been meeting up lately, and Shooter is friends with Tom) at a Hollywood bar called Big Wang's. This was after the Axis of Justice show they did at a club across the street, Hollywood Cafe. My buddy (Tyler, for future reference) and I start talking with these two chicks. One blonde girl with freakishly large, anime eyes, other one a good-looking brunette. I start chatting up the brunette, since her eyes were less frightening. Evening progresses, Shooter and Tom say their goodbyes, bar's ready to close. Girls ask Tyler and I if we wanna go back to their place for drinks. We say yes. Blonde girl is with some other dude she met at the bar, brunette has her arm around mine. Get to their apartment, it's pretty cool. Radiohead and American Beauty posters in the living room, which means I actually have more in common with this girl than I was really aware. She grabs me a Bud Light, asks if I've ever played Guitar Hero. She has both 1 and 2, and we play on Hard mode. At this point, I can't believe my luck. Tyler starts playing GH against blonde girl's dude. Brunette and I are sitting on the couch, she kisses me, times are grand. Tyler sends me a text saying he's gonna get out of dodge and leave me to it, he goes home. Blonde girl goes back to her dude's place, so it's just me and the brunette in the apartment, making out. Awesomesauce, I'm thinking. The subject of television shows comes up, don't ask me how, that shit just happens sometimes with me. Turns out, she has all three seasons of Arrested Development (My favorite show ever) on DVD. We go into her room, are laying on her bed, watching AD and making out. Her shirt comes off, my shirt comes off. I get three knuckles deep in her and am bumping a diaphragm - the awesomeness continues, I'm thinking. A diaphragm is like a blinking, neon "GONNA HAVE SEX TONIGHT" sign. She takes off my pants, takes off her pants, I figure it's a done fucking deal. She's moaning and breathing heavy, really getting into it, things are fucking sweet. She excuses herself to go use the restroom real quick. I've seen many girls do that before at this point in the sexification process, so I figure no big deal. I just prop back on a pillow and wait. Time passes.
And passes.
And passes.
Half of a fucking hour goes by, and still haven't heard a peep from her. Leave her room, start looking around, still naked. Girl is nowhere to be found, apartment is fucking empty. No note, no girl, apartment front door is still deadbolted. So I'm naked, drunk, and stranded in some random bar girl's empty apartment in the middle of Hollywood with me having no idea where that is in relation to my place. I scrawl out a quick note, get dressed, stumble outside, and go to call 411 to get a cab to come pick me up.
Halfway through that particular call, my phone dies.
I shit you the fuck not.
I am so irritated at my situation that I just pick a direction and stagger. I see a street I vaguely recognize, I arbitrarily choose a direction and go for it. Three hours of this later, I finally make it home.
It was the most ridiculous, bizarre, sitcommy chain of events I've ever experienced. It's like some Friends writer was pulling some Truman Show strings, giggling all the while.
Anyway, I'm out, for now. If I know you, hey, it's good to be back. If I don't know you or don't like you, fuck you, I guess.
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Glad to see you back! I'll read that post later though.
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So file you in that second category, yeah?
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To Sheri: 'sup?
Yeah, I decided I like it better than my original one. Thanks again, duder!
It's an inside joke. We argued about this already.
BTW, it's a great book.
Not a lot. School. Band. No writing. I can't do it. Infinite sadness.
Also, that story is bizarre.
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Except Sheri, whom I actively dislike.
Also, welcome back, Pooro.
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I know, I'm just giving you a hard time. "Ribbing you," as it were.
BTW, die in a fire.
To mrpaku: I'm an Eagle Scout, man. Stealing shit's not allowed.
Heavy drinking and one-night stands are cool, though.
Nice mouth. Is this how you normally introduce yourself to people? Consider me a lifelong enemy, Pooro, I won't forget this
I liked your story, though.
You are a filthy liar.
Also very bad at it.
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Always with the school. Drop out and become a traveling minstrel, says I.
And yes, yes it is.
I like ribbed things.
Wait...
Also, very scary story. And cool.
No one wants to hear a bass clarinet solo, srsly
Also, I will 'drop out' in May, okay?
Right after I graduate.
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also the girl probably died in the bathroom maybe you should have called 911
Yeah, it was Greeley. I am so, so glad I got out of there.
Drez - I just read your sig. I laughed aloud at it. Good stuff, that.
Sheri - Coward.
DUH.
Also, Pooro used to be my book buddy, and he doesn't need to know what I told fallax to read.
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Nah, apartment was stone cold empty. I figure alien abduction is the only logical answer.
Naporeon - what did you tell fallfax to read? I'll find out one way or another, might as well come clean now.
I ditched on a guy once, or tried to. He found me after half an hour :x
I also told him to take a roadtrip with his ex.
Also, what's the haps, man? You broke my tiny, black heart when you left.
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Did you just blend into a crowd?
dammit.
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I don't like you anymore.
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Ew, man. Ew. Shame on you.
I was just busy as the hell out here. Waiting tables and drinking, mostly, but busy nonetheless. And trying to get various feet in various doors.
Nah, you love me. Your text says "no," but your eyes say "yes."