Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Arrg
So, when I drink beer I cannot seem to control myself. Why do I drink so fucking fast?? I can down 3 beers in like 15 mins... which is so bad for me. I can always stop myself from going to crazy but damn! The onset of drinking is fucking ridiculous I tell you.. I do like seeing Arctic at the Thirsty Parrot though hehehe oh ya baby.
What girl does not like to shop....
After christmas, I have exhausted my desire for things on Amazon.com. I know its weird but I cannot think of a damn thing to get off there. I have $75 .. any suggestions?
Monday, February 26, 2007
Whole Foods
This store was making me laugh the other day. I decided to check it out for the first time since I was bored and was trying to keep Johnny somewhat entertained. What I figured out was that it is like Wegmans on crack. For those that don't know, Wegmans is a grocery store, I know they are in NY not sure where else. Anyway, Wegmans always had the best selection for fruits and cheese. Rows of cheese. It was awesome. That is really hard to find out here in CO... but Whole foods is trying. I saw some fruit cups and went to check them out. Nice looking, but small and then I saw the price. $9 omfg! for something that will last a whole 5 mins tops. The cheese was the same way. So in the end we walked out of there with a completely empty cart. Suck my balls Whole foods.
CSI
I just got done watching that CSI called Grave Matters. The one that was directed by Tarentino. I must say, I was very into it the whole time. I like CSI a lot, and this one was very good. You should check it out if you get a chance to. Poor Nick.. really felt that guys pain.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Crazy ass shit
My moms cousin is in town visiting and I went over tonight for dinner. She is a Uber christian and I can definitely tell when she talks about most things. She lives down in Cortez Colorado right now, and works at a homeless shelter. She says that most of the town is Native American, so a lot of the people that come in are Navajo and Ute. Anyway, she starts talking about how when they come in they are all drunk and violent, and apparently hate each other, but there is this herb that they burn that calms everyone down and they all just sit and eat and there are no shenanigans. Then she brings out this box that she got for her kids to help with headaches and pains. We start going through it and there is like sage, sweet grass, tree barks, and this mushroom stuff. She says that if you take the mushrooms and burn them and inhale the smoke it is supposed to cure headaches. Now I know that there are remedies and shit that is natural, but seriously, a mushroom. I am trying really hard not to laugh... but then she says oh ya they get it from Canada. Now I am really thinking ok dehydrated mushrooms from Canada.... ok... well what do I know but shit come on. Just sounds like she is hitting the shrooms herself to me. Anyway that's my story and I did laugh later, just thinking of her getting herbs and shrooms was hilarious.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
The Alley
(Now, if you don't like horror don't read this mkay)
I never would have believed that one day I would see something that made my skin crawl and my fear send me clutching to the darkness of a shrouded corner. The fact that I made it out alive to write this down is a miracle in itself since the horrors of the week before will forever scar my mind. My writing is shaky at best and if anyone can read these words later they will understand why I am doing what I need to do.
What would make a person walk down the twisting dirty alleys of a foreign city anyway? Its hard to imagine doing this alone, but I did out of boredom maybe or perhaps adventure. It really does not matter now, the only thing that matters is that I end this soon. But first you must know what I saw that night.
I started out at around 9 pm on a cold February night, the city I was in was quiet already and the lights were faint as I entered the dark narrow passage. I had drank myself to a nice buzz and feeling the rush of invincibility I pressed on. I turned a few corners and did not notice anything at first, but soon I heard a rustling coming from behind me. I turned but nothing was there, so I walked on. Soon I noticed it was getting louder and seemed closer, so I decided to hide in a corner and wait for whatever was coming.
I waited for what seemed forever until finally I noticed a small movement at the end of the road. It was small and seemed to be shuffling. I pushed farther into the wall to avoid being seen. I thought it was a dog or cat, but as it got closer I noticed it was more human shaped. A loud wheezing was coming from it and when it moved the sound of sharp claws scratched across the hard ground. I moved my foot just a bit to wake it up and the thing turned and looked right at me. I saw something I wish I could forget forever in that glance. The face was crumbled up and looked like dust with rivulets of dark hair coursing the flesh. The mouth was shaped like a sucker, sharp dangling teeth twitching inside the slimy hole. The eyes were deep gold with red dots in the middle. The dots widening trying to focus on me. I took a deep breath and it locked in on that sound. It moved toward me faster, shaking and lunging on shapeless fleshy nubs. I stood and moved away from it, seeking the way I had come in. It growled at me something that I will forever hear in my nightmares. I had no scream then, it was almost to me and I was frozen by the sight of it. I managed somehow to turn and run, I could hear it behind me shaking and gasping. The gurgling sounds rushing from its fish like mouth. I ran as fast as I could, hearing it always behind me almost on me.
I finally reached the end of the alley and burst out into the street. I turned and saw it still coming, but at the end it stopped. I saw it stand and what I saw sent me running for my room and the darkest corner I could find to hide. The terrible truth that was in that creature stood out from its chest and forced me to never stop crying out in the night. I can not begin to describe the horror of that night or what fell from the creature onto the cold stone road, thousands of slimy rotting shadows on the ground. Before I managed to run for my life, I heard it call out to me. It said it would find me and make me feel the pain that I had seen in its eyes.
Now as I sit here I know it is coming for me. The red growing in its eyes. I think it has found a way in here through the pipes in the water where it comes from. I can hear it now, twisting up through the drains. Its claws raking the steel and its growl closer and closer. Now I must go and do the terrible thing I need to do, it is the only way to stop the torture I will receive if I do not. I can not take it anymore, I have to end it now. I hear it! It is coming, it is too late, I see it!
-This letter was found later that night by the manager of the hotel. It seems that people heard a loud scream coming from the room. Soon after the manager opened the room and what he saw made him run screaming for the police. The room was covered in grey slime, water was dripping everywhere. In the bathroom, the pipes on the tub were bent, broken, and twisted out of shape, the police seem to think that the blood and hair found in the pipes was from the renter of the room. How she could have gotten in the pipes was a mystery but there was also a hand and leg pieces not to far down. The letter was dismissed as delusion, and the conclusion was that someone had dismembered her and pushed her down the pipes. Why there was slime all over the room was never solved, nor any other pieces of the body found.
I never would have believed that one day I would see something that made my skin crawl and my fear send me clutching to the darkness of a shrouded corner. The fact that I made it out alive to write this down is a miracle in itself since the horrors of the week before will forever scar my mind. My writing is shaky at best and if anyone can read these words later they will understand why I am doing what I need to do.
What would make a person walk down the twisting dirty alleys of a foreign city anyway? Its hard to imagine doing this alone, but I did out of boredom maybe or perhaps adventure. It really does not matter now, the only thing that matters is that I end this soon. But first you must know what I saw that night.
I started out at around 9 pm on a cold February night, the city I was in was quiet already and the lights were faint as I entered the dark narrow passage. I had drank myself to a nice buzz and feeling the rush of invincibility I pressed on. I turned a few corners and did not notice anything at first, but soon I heard a rustling coming from behind me. I turned but nothing was there, so I walked on. Soon I noticed it was getting louder and seemed closer, so I decided to hide in a corner and wait for whatever was coming.
I waited for what seemed forever until finally I noticed a small movement at the end of the road. It was small and seemed to be shuffling. I pushed farther into the wall to avoid being seen. I thought it was a dog or cat, but as it got closer I noticed it was more human shaped. A loud wheezing was coming from it and when it moved the sound of sharp claws scratched across the hard ground. I moved my foot just a bit to wake it up and the thing turned and looked right at me. I saw something I wish I could forget forever in that glance. The face was crumbled up and looked like dust with rivulets of dark hair coursing the flesh. The mouth was shaped like a sucker, sharp dangling teeth twitching inside the slimy hole. The eyes were deep gold with red dots in the middle. The dots widening trying to focus on me. I took a deep breath and it locked in on that sound. It moved toward me faster, shaking and lunging on shapeless fleshy nubs. I stood and moved away from it, seeking the way I had come in. It growled at me something that I will forever hear in my nightmares. I had no scream then, it was almost to me and I was frozen by the sight of it. I managed somehow to turn and run, I could hear it behind me shaking and gasping. The gurgling sounds rushing from its fish like mouth. I ran as fast as I could, hearing it always behind me almost on me.
I finally reached the end of the alley and burst out into the street. I turned and saw it still coming, but at the end it stopped. I saw it stand and what I saw sent me running for my room and the darkest corner I could find to hide. The terrible truth that was in that creature stood out from its chest and forced me to never stop crying out in the night. I can not begin to describe the horror of that night or what fell from the creature onto the cold stone road, thousands of slimy rotting shadows on the ground. Before I managed to run for my life, I heard it call out to me. It said it would find me and make me feel the pain that I had seen in its eyes.
Now as I sit here I know it is coming for me. The red growing in its eyes. I think it has found a way in here through the pipes in the water where it comes from. I can hear it now, twisting up through the drains. Its claws raking the steel and its growl closer and closer. Now I must go and do the terrible thing I need to do, it is the only way to stop the torture I will receive if I do not. I can not take it anymore, I have to end it now. I hear it! It is coming, it is too late, I see it!
-This letter was found later that night by the manager of the hotel. It seems that people heard a loud scream coming from the room. Soon after the manager opened the room and what he saw made him run screaming for the police. The room was covered in grey slime, water was dripping everywhere. In the bathroom, the pipes on the tub were bent, broken, and twisted out of shape, the police seem to think that the blood and hair found in the pipes was from the renter of the room. How she could have gotten in the pipes was a mystery but there was also a hand and leg pieces not to far down. The letter was dismissed as delusion, and the conclusion was that someone had dismembered her and pushed her down the pipes. Why there was slime all over the room was never solved, nor any other pieces of the body found.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Birthday
So tomorrow is my Birthday, my last in the 20s... I have been getting calls today wondering what I am doing for it. I say nothing... the line gets a little quiet... and then I get branded depressed again. So, to get over this torment I think it would be cool to get together on Friday night to celebrate my hair turning grey. I will be at arctic anyone that wants to come and drink with me, do it! And no more thinking I am depressed now mkay.. If there is some cool show going on that night that would be fun to do too... anyone know of any??
Oh and this pic is for Nick, I noticed it in his basement the other day right under the comp desk...
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Friday, February 16, 2007
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Monet 1999-2007
Monet Marshall (Giggy) 8 year old iguana, died suddenly on Friday, Feb. 9 of complications of kidney failure. Monet was known for his ability to climb the rose trellis, tightrope across the fence, climb the neighbors tree and end up on their roof. He loved to lay in the sun, eat hibiscus leaves and steal the dog's food. He was a fierce companion and will be missed.Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Eyes
My sister in law took this picture of my kid over christmas. Now, he does have different colored eyes for sure, but damn I think she touched this up cause wow thats drastic. When I look at him he has a brown and a grey eye so... not sure how the green came up but hell this is a cool picThursday, February 8, 2007
Um... MILF??
I was talking to Milf last night about his trip to Durango. I mentioned that I thought it was really funny that he called us at Arctic on Sat. night during the hash to chat. He looked at me like WTF?? I said ya, you called NBN at like 8 or 9 and we all passed you around to chat. He said no, that didn't happen your lying. I'm sorry I have to laugh at this and post cause damn, boy was obviously really drunk. Cant remember talking to NBN, then me, then WOP, then Brownie... think that was all..
We should definitely give him some hell for this
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