just want to keep all my ducks in a row

Oh my god, this song is SICK.

This weekend has been up and down. I trotted my ghetto ass out to Lancaster with the Engineer, Stef, Justin, and a few other people for a house party. Which was out in Bumblefuck Nowhere. Some tiny little house out in the middle of nowhere, with cows and shit all around.

It was okay, though.

Despite the fact that it was the most bizarre grouping of people I've ever seen in one place at one time. They seemed more like a bunch of party hopping frat boys and frat mattresses, rather then dance kids. There was one girl there, Tammy, that I had met at Stef and Justin's friend's apartment a couple of weeks back. So, it was keen to see her again. She's a crazy dancer, so much fun to just watch her. It would be nice if I could dance like that. I'd probably dance more often, if I could.

One guy there, we decided isn't going to last the next couple of years. He was so fucked up by the time we got there, and it was still early. He fell down the stairs TWICE when we were all there and fell off the step in the garage after we'd left. From what Stef told me, he'd also taken 25 Xanax in the past day and a half or so. TWENTY FUCKING FIVE. Jesus. Makes me sick.

I also got mauled by some huge guy in a white wifebeater, who apparently knew who I was through Justin. "OHMYGOD, YOU'RE DJ JUTTIN'S BIG SISTER!!!" and then enveloped me in some kind of hug/headlock/noogie hybrid. I saw my life flash before my eyes, I tell you. And he made my pigtails all fucking crooked.

Thankfully, I missed all the DJ drama (which I got to hear about the next day). Some guys were hogging the turntables and others were getting pissy. When I left, it was still Jut spinning (and doing a damn fine job of it, too).

The way home was long and the surrounding countryside was pitch black. The Engineer and I wound up missing our exit off the Pennsylvania turnpike and had to turn around (the others did this as well, I found out today). We managed to finally get back to NJ and staggered into an all night diner, which had one of the rockingest juke boxes I've seen.

I passed out, practically face down, in my bed. And today, skipped out on the witchy meeting to head to Stef and Justin's to pick up the Union Jack platform creepers Stef gifted me with. Wound up staying a bit longer then I had planned, as we were talking all kinds of talk and playing with their dogs.

Now, I'm just wishing I didn't have to go to work tomorrow as I'm not very tired right now and am attempting to download some Pete Tong stuff (which is taking for-fucking-ever). I might just let it go on by itself and go to bed, my ass is /beat./

RIP Ken Brown 1969-2003

My mother called me a little while ago from her office to tell me that one of the loan officers over there, that I had been friends with during my own brief stint of employment with that company, had died last night of a heart attack.

He was 34. 34
Who the fuck dies of a heart attack at 34?

He was a really big guy, not fat. But, built like a freaking linebacker. He must have been about 6'9", with the biggest shoulders and hands I'd ever seen. We called him Deebo, after the big guy in the Friday movies. He loved it and he loved all the attention he got from the ladies in the office. Sometimes, when I was being particularly obnoxious to him (which was just about always), he'd palm my head and just move me out of the way. Gently, mind you. But, the feeling of having my entire head enveloped by someone's hand is not one I'm likely to forget anytime soon.

Fucking-A.
I'm waiting to hear about funeral arrangements and such-like.

Yo, Pop's trippin' 'bout the bike.
Which bike?
The BEACH CRUISER.

we're gonna tear this motherfucker down

Fine, you want to sit there mindlessly popping your gum like a cow chewing its cud, you freakish-Jebus-loving-minister-humper?

Fine.

I'm putting Ministry into my CD player.

Oh, and you just wait until later when I tell you about the monkeys in my pants.

grr. I fucking HATE the sound of gum popping.
Especially when someone has politely already been asked to please knock it off.