| Tuesday, December 16th, 2003 |
| 4:11 pm |
I don't know why everyone's buggin out so bad. Shit, things aren;t perfect guys. You know I've been through some rough times and I have no idea really what happened the other day. I can't remember the last time any of us have been sober... Anyway, Phil dude, I know I fucked up the van a bit...I'll get it fixed up dude. My brother in law said he can help me out. Jeff's chill bro. Give me a call, ok? |
| Saturday, December 13th, 2003 |
| 1:39 pm |
Ok I decided to start updating this thing again. Phil's not home. I don't know what the phuck's going on with him. He's been completely wasted and out of his mind for about two straight weeks and then he goes and writes that shit on his journal. I know, we should talk about it. It so weird, like he's 5 years old. Dude, if you want me to move out, cool. Just tell me straight up. Don't fuck around and make up stories that aren't true as a joke becuz that shit is way wacked. Come one brother... |
| Friday, April 11th, 2003 |
| 11:09 am |
Dudes FUCK TACO BELL! Never eat there, they are a bunch of fucking nazi fucks! |
| Friday, February 21st, 2003 |
| 9:16 pm |
Asst Manager
Well I took it. Training with the idiot manager this week. And he even gave me $8.25 an hour, which ain't too bad I guess. I get to wear a different shirt now. whoo. But the good part is that in a few weeks I'll be closing the place so I can bring home whatever the hell I want nd not have to worry about stealing it. I'll be a cool asst manager and let the closing guys take some stuff, if tey promise to keep quiet about it. I don't get why we can't take it when it gets thrown out anway...fucked...but whatever. More money for root and still no rent! |
| Friday, February 14th, 2003 |
| 7:48 pm |
what????
So I've been at Taco Hell for 3 weeks now and they want me to train as assistant manager. Totally messed up...I don't get it. Most of the dudes there have been tehre at least a few months, even if they're total retards. I guess I could do it, plus it would pay $8 an hour, which is better. But I don't know...kind of a comittment and Farmington is such an anus. I'd have to train with that shithead, which wouldn't be fun. But he has no idea that everyone hates him, which is funny. |
| Saturday, January 25th, 2003 |
| 9:07 pm |
job
I don't think I'm gonna last long with this job. It's way worse than I thought. I thought Taco Bell would be 100% slack but it's busy and the manager sucks ass. His name is Dave Farmington. He should go back to farming or something. Way too serious about a dmn taco joint. But the peeps I work with are chill, lots of stoners. Phil thinks the job is great because I can bring home veggie burritos, but I have to steal them and by the time I get home he's so baked it don't matter. He just drools on the burrito with it hanging half out of his mouth. weird. But I don't want to go quietly. I want to do something really crazy and get fired.... Current Music: jimmy |
| Sunday, January 19th, 2003 |
| 5:40 pm |
dudes this new job sucks! |
| Sunday, December 22nd, 2002 |
| 6:09 pm |
Same old...but in a new place. I ran out of rent money so now I'm chillin at phil's for a bit. probably won't get my security deposit back cuz I moved out early, but just didn't have the cabbage to pay another month and keep tolen enough to stay sane. But things is chill here, for now at least. It must be the worst time to find work...shit. Next week I'm checking the convenience stores. |
| Wednesday, November 27th, 2002 |
| 2:15 pm |
yo whazzup? I guess I've been ignoring this journal a little lately. Wuch I could say I'm busy, but ha ha...I'm pretty much doing nothing these days. Still looking for some work and all. It's getting cold up in Vermont...damn...every year I think about moving to Cali and trying to get Phil to go out with me, but the time ain't ripe yet I guess. |
| Monday, November 4th, 2002 |
| 9:49 pm |
still nothing
Two months now and no work. This is starting to get bad. I need something to look legit. Shit I hate all this economy crap. |
| Sunday, September 1st, 2002 |
| 1:55 pm |
Yeah, I flew off the handle. Shit was fucked up, and really it still kind of is. But today's chill, I'm gonna relax, go to Phils and toke a bit. Pops said not to worry, we had a long talk last night. Ya know, he said, everyone goes thru the shit sometimes. Guess I was a dick about it tho. |
| Wednesday, August 28th, 2002 |
| 5:31 pm |
Action Jackson?
Phil, what's with that shit? Anyway, I'm at Phil's place...we just puffin the day away. I fucking got fired again. Oh well. It goes like this: I show up on time yesterday, as usual. I'm trying to be responsible and shit, you know? Anyway, fucking Mike Carpenter, that asswipe, told the manager that I left half an hour early last week and had Brett punch me out. Fucking prick...so he asked me about it and I said no, it wasn't true and he said that he looked at the security tapes and I definitely had left. What the fuck? Fucking Big Brother or some shit? Jesus Christ, it's a FUCKING GAS STATION YOU DUMB PRICKS!!! And Brett got canned too, can you fucking believe it? I'm gonna burn down Mike Carpenter's house or some shit. Then the manager, Mr Wheatley...what a fucking sumbitch. I'm gonna light his god damn dog on fire. Shit...Mobil is the only gas station in town I haven't been fired from and they're fucking self serve. This is fucking horse shit I tell you. And fucking Brett...tells me today that the security tapes are re-recorded within three days, so Mr Wheatley must have been lying. FUCK YOU YOU UNCLE FUCKER! This shit ain't cool. Fuck all y'all. Brett too - you fucking asshole, why didn't you tell me about the tapes? Anyway, Brett's on his way over here now, so I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind then we're gonna go talk to wheatley maybe. Current Mood: PISSED |
| Wednesday, July 3rd, 2002 |
| 5:48 pm |
sup yo
sup dudes? smokeout and taco bells! sweet! dank nuggy nuggs all week! |
| Thursday, May 16th, 2002 |
| 7:40 am |
Dudes its me Phil. Nachos still zonked from that Bobtail leaf Jesse scored adn he left his journal logged in so I'm playin a joke on him. Check it out, he invitied me over and wont stop playing this reel by some band called Sleep he says is like sabbath for our generation or some shit. I dont like it, it just sounds like all that Deep Purple shit he plays all the time but it sounds alot better after a dozen bong bangs. Yo Nacho, when you get up you gotta tell me the score with that highschool chick you've been hangin with. Like isnt that kinda young? Are you makin dough or just teachin her about bambi boo? Dude, she's fly as a kite but only like 17 right? You gotta give me the action jackson. Current Mood: toastyCurrent Music: nachos sleep shit |
| Wednesday, March 20th, 2002 |
| 12:07 am |
hey Y'all. Tonight I was listening to some tunes. Jimi was the best ever, no doubt about it. And if you all toked up and stuff, it's even better. I'm off for more nuggs and root... Current Music: Jimi |
| Wednesday, March 13th, 2002 |
| 11:26 pm |
Fucked up shit
dudes, there's a lot of fucked up shit going on out there. The whole wrold has gone crazy. Sometimes all I got left is Sabbath and my bong. And of course Miss Juanita. So, dudes, when things suck, and even when they good, just suck down some sticky green and chill. Word. |
| Sunday, March 3rd, 2002 |
| 4:59 pm |
Hacked dank all week end with Phil and Brett. We got the idea of building this huge bong - one that puts tubes into your nose and your mouth, for maximum infusion. And you can wear it, so all you can breathe for maybe a few minutes is the leafs. Every morning would be toast city with Bambi Boo. Butter my toast! Current Music: Maiden |
| Monday, February 18th, 2002 |
| 12:02 am |
Yo I can't get the diggity on the probbies. Told me I was gonna have some piss test but they haven't gotten down to the facts yet. I need to pen this shit in so I can get some teas and clean up a few hours before I gotta fill a cup with yellow draft. Hopefully after this I'll stay clear of John Q for some while. Too bad they don't know what they doing down there at county... So Phil and me gets some great stuff the other night - the kinda turf you wanna see growing in a big ol' stadium. That's one of my goals, to build a big stadium and just grow bambi boo in the middle and have the doper olympics inside. yeah... Current Music: zepp |
| Sunday, January 27th, 2002 |
| 12:18 am |
Been tokin a lot. This week I had that awful brown winter cough, smoking a lot seems to make it subside a bit. I wake up with the rattle, but soon it turns into wet sticky stuff, like snow but brown. Dudes, keep smokin and don't eat yellow snow! Current Music: Deep Purple |
| Saturday, January 5th, 2002 |
| 3:02 am |
Phil just passed out and his dogs drooling om the ashtray. now i have to scrape all the bowls myself. more root for me dude! Current Mood: dankedCurrent Music: phils jam shit..gonna put on shooties grove |
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