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| | Tuesday, August 23rd, 2016 | | 7:49 pm |
stirring the shit
no literally. frankly, you're all assholes for not leaving me any comments in the negative or positive on the helltrash show journal i shat out a day or so ago. in other news, i have to shit in a tub and then use sporks to portion my shit out into three separate vials containing various liquids with their own unique scary warnings on them that i have to mix. once i take those to the lab, i also get some blood drawn. everyone's goal is to figure out why i feel like i'm dying all the damn time for the past many months. so shit, if i come back with cancer or something, fuck all you assholes for not seeing me play a helltrash set this saturday. :) . a small part of me wishes i'd die before you said your goodbyes just 'cause it would make you feel like shit. the other parts just say that my results will come back as "patient: lazy, needs more brussel sprouts, needs more vitamins" ... we'll see. wish me luck with my shit sporks. the doctor was alarmed that i'm walking around with a 100.6 ambient body temperature so i'm getting tested for parasites, cancer, diabetes, lacking vitamins, ulcers, etc.. if you are local and not coming to this show, shove it. ;) ~n | | Saturday, August 22nd, 2015 | | 12:28 pm |
helltrash this saturday
hi all. just a reminder helltrash is playing with abbey vain, our dj buddies from nashville, TN, and a performance by psychotic suspensions, all this saturday night at the space. 1400 hills place, atlanta georgia. use mapquest, it's off the howell mill rd. exit off of 75. free ghetto truck warehouse parking, byob with i.d., if you attempt to get any minors drunk you will forcibly assaulted by my large rampaging cousin who will be kicking ass in the name of security all night. so come out and don't be a pussy. also, be prepared to sweat. so maybe you'll actually like it if you get water chucked on you. | | Wednesday, June 3rd, 2015 | | 4:32 pm |
last stand
who reads my fucking journal anyways? here is the no bullshit no drama absolute bottom line. i need someone without attachments and without the need to fuck or beat children to live in my house rent free for the summer and watch my kid from 8am through 5 pm. as long as you have poor tastes you will be fed. if you're a nomad with one or two pets, the pets are fine. you won't be expected to do shit except flush the toilet after you crap so i don't have to look at it and don't punch holes through my sheetrock, and don't snort coke in my fucking living room and leave straws and razors on it for my kid to discover (yes, that's happened when i used to have roommates, they quickly became non-roommates after that). we had our child staying with a friend for the summer, but that got fucked about 5 different ways within 4 days and here he sits back in the house with us. i was supposed to go on tour with the band this summer, which is a huge strain to begin with, but we were left with the "at least our kid is taken care of" badge in our hands, which got pissed on. you will be living with three other people that have jobs and will either kill you or report to me via phone while i'm on tour if you do anything horrible. all said, this is a serious request, otherwise, i have to bow down from the band at the beginning of the week. thanks. ~nick | | Wednesday, April 22nd, 2015 | | 8:52 am |
hey cat whores, i have a question
all of you freaks with cats, i have these two stupid cats. do they communicate with their eyelids? the two hairy bags of trash that live in my house are sitting near the window, casting the stink eye back and forth at each other. are they "talking" with their eyelids? i think i'm about to have two more cats living in here so i think that's the last piece of how cats work i need to figure out. other than that it's "shriek, stare, run outside when it's raining because i'm a fucktard, get scared of vacuum cleaners if they get turned on their sides, try to haul steaks that are as big as me off the stove, please die from my dander poisoning you". ....man, that eyelids thing they just did...creepy. now one of them is eating something out of a pan on the stove. later! | | Sunday, April 12th, 2015 | | 6:18 pm |
sometimes i don't know
i did some partial mowing in the back yard for a few minutes (most of you know i am highly allergic to the outdoors and the back yard was so neglected that now that i have a new mower (thanks in-laws) it's going to have to go in phases. well i came in and drank some coke and sat on the computer after dumping five bags of huge cabbage grass and a bunch of leaves from fall (shut up) and out of the corner of my eye i saw an inch worm working its way up my pant leg. i picked it off, took two steps to the kitchen and tossed it into a bowl of water sitting in the sink....watched it twitch as it traveled the impossible distance of 2 inches to the bottom, and stop moving... stared for about two seconds...then carefully worked it out along the edge of the bowl back onto my finger and took it outside and set it on the deck to dry off and recover. meanwhile my kid is sitting on the couch playing with a lady bug that i guess flew in when i opened the door, so i put that back outside too, instead of smashing it like i'm supposed to. ......i know what you're thinking, i'm sensitive and connected with nature. .....the reality is i'm going to use the insects, by controlling them with my mind, to kill you all. when you do your interviews and they ask about me, that's what you tell them, got it? ~n | | Monday, March 23rd, 2015 | | 10:53 am |
why is it easier to purchase a gun than contact lenses?
i tried to get two pairs of contact lenses online, one pair for kristin's birthday and a pair to replace the painful almost three year old falling apart ones of mine. they ask that you supply a doctor's phone number. the last two times i've ordered contacts through other companies they did that too but didn't call or seem to give a shit and i got my lenses. THIS company is calling the number (my house) and sending emails saying they're putting my order on hold because they can't get in touch with my doctor. I DON'T HAVE ONE BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING VISION PROBLEM. any ideas on what i can do? anyone with a prescription want to order them for me and i'll pay you? i was hoping they'd be here by kristin's birthday and of course they won't now. thanks shitty online company. Current Mood:  frustratedCurrent Music: shut up | | Thursday, March 19th, 2015 | | 7:27 am |
| | Monday, February 23rd, 2015 | | 3:58 pm |
80's night
hey this is kristin. brian, elise, and i are going to 80's night tonight. if anyone knows the password it would be greatly appreciated. | | Saturday, January 25th, 2014 | | 4:08 pm |
sexcrime superstars THURSDAY NIGHT
yeah that's right, we're dusting off the old panties for a sexcrimes show. It's at a little club called Swayze's up in marietta/ kennesaw at the corner of bells ferry and barret parkway. we're going on at ten. first band starts at 8. sleazoid mafia 666 is the closer (wear a poncho). here is their website. http://www.swayzesvenue.com/directions.html hope to see a few non-lazy 80's night fo lyfe friends out. maybe this time we'll get through a whole set? maybe not. guest starring oni and spiral. holla~!! | | Sunday, December 29th, 2013 | | 12:26 pm |
| | Monday, December 2nd, 2013 | | 12:16 pm |
anyone hiring?
my wife is putting in her two week notice at sally today. she has retail managerial experience and is a seamstress. thanks. ~n | | Friday, September 27th, 2013 | | 7:02 pm |
| | Sunday, September 15th, 2013 | | 11:51 pm |
the assault show!
who is coming to our christening?? the stage is complete, should be a fun night. | | Thursday, September 12th, 2013 | | 6:47 pm |
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just wheel spinning crap i thought live journal had destroyed
i was thinking this evening. about how i've never really excelled at anything. i've always done the bare minimum required to allow me to scrape by into a convenient situation. in third grade i had just moved to a new state to attend a new school. this is the first time i remember shutting down mentally. my selfish little ass never really took into account that my family was revolving my dad furthering his career by moving to a new state for a new job to support his family...and doing so during the summer so nicky wouldn't miss any school. i was eight years old and fucking up third grade because of some chip on my shoulder i felt the need to develop. i obviously got caught in my "do nothing" mode when teachers finally called my parents to tell them i was a fuck-up. punishment pushes a dumbass kid back into the right direction. "maybe he's just bored because he's a smart kid or something." fine, i'll go pass the stupid gifted testing exam next year if that will make you leave me alone. now i get to cut up dead animals and play with toys in the name of me being a superkid or something. then we start seeing the endocrinologist. "nicky's fucked up." growth hormone packages at the door. thank god for the parents i have or i'd be 4' tall right now. injections into invisible grids on my thighs all the time. middle school came and i was forced to eat snacks during classes to compensate for my new artificial metabolism. still made friends even though many kids got pissed that i had to eat e.l. fudge cookies during classtime. my mother always said i picked the down-trodden or outsiders to stand up for or be a shoulder for. i guess in her eyes she didn't see that i was the same thing they were. coasted through that bitch and only got A's (mathematics was B's half the time, though). would have gotten failing grades if it weren't for fear of parental punishment. i didn't care about anything except for not being yelled at or smacked. thrown into highschool with honors-everything classes. by my sophomore year they'd been reduced to regular classes. quit taking hormone shots. bone-age x-rays at 15 were the age of a 12 year old. coasted in to marching band because i was told i needed to do some extra curricular activities, and no one taught me how to play sports when i was growing up, so i hit the drum line. lost baby fat my sophomore year, skated by with B's and C's and the occasional D i think. found that when i wasn't looking like a chubby baby, that girls started to see me. made it to second bass drum, could have been on snare or quads but didn't much give a shit. slinked through until my senior year and got a job at a sandwich shop. started at minimum wage and stayed there for nearly three years running the place, gainly the handsome wage of 6.75 an hour. moved on to be a secretary/ office boy for a girlfriend at the time's dad. he treated me like a son. taught me what needed to happen to engage clientele and dispatch field operatives. i received information that older people still need growth hormone, just in smaller amounts, forever for their brains to operate properly (it's like you guy's prozac only you have to inject it). "take part in this study!". tried giving myself growth hormone shots for a while, didn't like it. abandoned it. coasted through with the job while sewing my "i'm nearly old enough to party" oats and going out every night and coming to work blatantly hung over and half dead. started taking my office boy job more seriously for the sake of not being fired since i had bills to pay, but not really caring. at some point i realized i'd kind of trapped myself into this. i'm paying rent, i have a full time job, why didn't i go to college? i could have been anything. ANYTHING. but i spent my entire life coasting along because i just don't really care. but then when i think about it i think i care and get upset at myself for not caring. i care about my wife, my son, and my pets. i admire my house that i bought with my credit that i've built. but what would i have if i had EVER applied myself to anything? where would i be? at first i didn't realize why i was even having these thoughts, but then i noticed it's nearly my birthday. what did i do this past year? started a business, nearly died but didn't, watched some television. all while doing the bare minimum required to keep a roof over everyone's head. all you can do is strive to make every day better and start making a difference, right? the only catch is i still don't think i really care. WOW, i thought this was destroyed but live journal asked me if i wanted to return to a saved draft and all of my words came back (the site was down for maintenance or something after i typed all of that up there). i finally got ahold of bryan's drunk ass last night after a year and 3 months of trying to get him to at least answer his phone one time for me. i told him how bad he hurt me, and how bad him and elise fucked kristin up mentally. i basically yelled and screamed at him for 45 minutes about how much of an asshole he is...i don't know what kind of closure i was hoping for but i sure as hell didn't get it. he kind of just laughed everything off. i can't believe someone i spent over three years being "best friends" with just shit in the face of my confrontation with him. all i've wanted for 15 months is real "i'm so sorry"'s or real explanations as to why someone would just throw you away for no actual reason. turns out it's apparently because he's just a shallow shit-bag that my dumb ass placed too high on a pedestal. also, thank you june, for being awake and kind enough to answer your phone so i could vent to someone. happy birthday, nick. | | Tuesday, September 29th, 2009 | | 6:21 am |
the television industry pisses me off
you finally get with the times and get some of them flat panel tv's so you can actually see what you're watching. they're all wide. but when you watch anything there are still black bars. our brand new almost ridiculous 50" t.v. only shows crap at like 44" inches once the bars are done rampaging across the top and bottom of your picture. i'm sure there's some dpi exponentional bit rate blah blah blah compression ratio etc. to explain this, but it's stupid. just stupid. the screen is there, just fill it. |
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