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    Friday, December 8th, 2006
    8:17 am
    Monday, February 27th, 2006
    10:33 pm
    Sunday, January 15th, 2006
    10:17 pm
    Tuesday, January 3rd, 2006
    2:18 am
    Tuesday, November 29th, 2005
    10:02 am
    Rock and Roll, pt. 2
    I'm in a band. The music we do is hard, very aggresive, very noisy, chaotic rock and roll. Three of us are ex-junkies. Chris, one of the guitarists, was in a band that was banned from playing every club in town at one time. I, myself, have been banned from more than one club. The last band I was in, with Chris, had at least one incident of bloodshed, I think, at every show we played.

    Last night, half an hour before my band's rehearsal time, I get a call from Kevin, one of the guitarists.

    "Hey, man, I'm going to have to cancel practice. I'm sorry. My kitten is really sick, I've got to take him to the vet right now."

    "Oh shit, what's wrong?"

    "His ass is all inflamed, (etc, etc)

    "Awww!!!! Well, you better take care of that. Poor little guy."

    "Sorry, man."

    "OK, cool, don't worry about it. Thursday."

    "I'll call Chris, you call Jason, ok?"

    "Sure."


    Half an hour later I call Chris.

    "Kevin call you?"

    "Yeah. I hope his kitten is alright."

    "Yeah, me too."

    "Hey, we got a puppy!"

    "You're kidding!!! You got a puppy!!!"

    "Yeah, it's a Basset Hound puppy!!"

    "Awwww!!"

    "He steps on his ears when we walks!!!!"

    "AWWW!!!!"


    Kittens. Puppies.

    My band. :(
    Thursday, November 10th, 2005
    1:28 am
    Intermission, this evening, the Florentine Opera's dress rehearsal of "Fidelio."

    Brian; "That trannie bitch can fucking sing."
    Wednesday, October 19th, 2005
    1:38 am
    I was chatting with a young lady of my aqquaintance recently, someone I don't know very well, and it turned out, as we chatted, that we know the same people. A woman with whom she works once had strongarm robbery committed on her by a friend and former bandmate of mine.

    Does this work for or against me in a dating situation?

    Is this as bad as wearing a semen stained shirt on a date? The semen was from the previous date with the same girl.
    Wednesday, October 12th, 2005
    2:33 pm
    Rockstars
    I've decided to institute a new procedure with my band. It's called "Tickle-Time." During "Tickle-Time" everyone puts on their pajamas and runs around their house tickling each other.

    This is in lieu of the more traditional five minute cigarette/crack/heroin break usually enjoyed by my bands.

    More hugs, less drugs.
    Thursday, October 6th, 2005
    10:59 pm
    Fucking Ipod just made me cry like a little bitch.
    I'm sorry this has suddenly become a classical music chatroom, but this evening, just now, about 11 pm, I was walking home down the menomonee river parkway, a really beautiful stretch of woods with a river running thru it, a block away from my house. I was listening to my new ipod. I stood under a streetlight for a second and found Beethoven's 6th, my favorite of Beethoven's symphonies. (not counting the ninth, but that doesn't count) It's called "The Pastoral," it's a program symphony, each movement being about a specific nature scene or feeling of some kind.

    I found the symphony, started it, began listening. At first, the main melody is carried by some violins, softly, then by a flute or something like that, then it kicks in with a bunch of insturments. At this point I very often get a tear in my eye, it's such a beautiful moment, it always gets to me. If you know the symphony, you know how great this moment is. Especially walking thru a dark, quiet parkway, trees bending in around you.

    Tonight, just at this moment, just when the orchestra kicked in, I looked up and saw a family of deer walking quietly past me.

    Fuck it's good to be alive once in awhile.
    1:32 pm
    I'll stop now
    I downloaded a series of philosophy lectures, one of which deals with, among other things, some characters from ancient Greek drama. The file has been named "Is Media Guilty as Charged?"

    You know, Media. Jason leaves her so she kills the children they had together. Euripides wrote the play about her. Media.

    :( :( :(
    1:21 am
    AHHHH FUCK WHY WOULD YOU NOT LIST THE FUCKING CONDUCTERS?
    1:17 am
    Why would you fucking put all your Beethoven shit on Soulseek and not FUCKING SAY WHO THE CONDUCTER IS? IT'S NOT ALL KARAJAN, DICKHEADS.
    Wednesday, October 5th, 2005
    3:33 am
    Conversation with Jason Melrose, my bassist, this evening.

    Me, "Sylvain sucked."

    Jason, "They all sucked."

    Me, "I like the Dolls, I'm a Dolls fan."

    Jason "That's because you're a gay."

    :(
    Tuesday, October 4th, 2005
    2:21 am
    Up Against the Wall, Motherfuckers
    Not long ago Kevin and I left our amplifiers in a corner of my elderly parents living room for like a week. When lifting them to carry them to his car, we noticed that my mother had carefully placed three lace doilies on the top of each amp.

    Rock and Roll.
    Thursday, September 22nd, 2005
    1:42 pm
    I have a new email address.

    Georgeg0@wi.rr.com

    Don't mail me, though. I don't care for you.
    Monday, August 22nd, 2005
    12:27 pm
    Saturday evening, well sunday morning, about 3 am, Brian and I stopped into the lovely Pantry 41, the gas station/convenience store on the corner of Humboldt and North. Two young ladies came in, acting very loud, perhaps a little inebriated. The prettier of the two strode up to me saying "Hi, Purple." (I was wearing a purple shirt) and began chatting me. I walked up to the counter, Brian joining me. There her friend began to coo about my pimp shirt, also saying that Brian was "so cute."

    At this point the friend asked the clerk for something, I didn't hear what, the first girl was chatting me again. All I heard was her comment "You know my brand!" I looked down at her hand and saw that she was refering to a box of condoms she was purchasing.

    Then the first girl said "We're going to be using them tonight!"

    Then the second girl said to the clerk "When are YOU going to fuck me?"

    Then they left.

    I've been at some pretty fucked up points in my life, but at least the clerk at the Pantry 41 never knew the brand of condom I used. When that happens, you need to do some serious self-evaluation.

    I mean, after you get done having sex with the dude you met at Cans 15 minutes previous.
    Wednesday, August 17th, 2005
    6:35 am
    From now on everyone will refer to my male member as "The Staff of Kings."

    I'm not saying everyone that has reason to refer to it should refer to it as that, I'm saying I want everyone, every single person, to make said reference to my penis immediately.

    If any of you are friends with anyone outside of the people on LJ (doubtful) please call them right now and tell them. Let's get moving on this.
    Tuesday, July 26th, 2005
    3:29 pm
    My mother just said exactly this to me.

    "George, do you watch the porn all the time?"
    Tuesday, July 19th, 2005
    11:54 am
    I have, on several occasions, told Kevin, the guitarist in my band, that Chris, the other guitarist is a hillbilly, sometimes citing examples, sometimes not.(Kevin is, by the way, currently living out of a cooler in the back seat of his car, largely on Gatorade pilfered from work and Strawberry Newtons from the dumpster outside Big Lots)

    Last evening, when Kevin and I pulled up to Chris's house, Chris was standing outside with kind of a perturbed look on his face. As we walked up the driveway Chris began explaining the cause of his agitation. Apparently a possum has taken up residence in his basement, our practice space. He was somewhat afraid to go down, in fact. The possum was enraged, he felt, because it had torn up the ceiling pretty good.

    I pshawed his fears and descended the stairs, only to see that, indeed, the possum had torn down 6 or 7 of the large fiberglass ceiling tile things, knocking them to the ground. It was apparently an enraged possum, as he said.

    With Kevin and I at his back, Chris felt more confident, not even getting his .22, which he was considering keeping next to his amp. As we began to plug in and tune up, Chris, around the area a bit, bent over and picked up a small plastic bag. He then held the bag up and displayed it, asking "What's this?" I looked. The bag was filled with a white crystaline powder. We both examined the contents closely. "Inositol?" he asked (A nutritional supplement and cocaine cut.) "Meth?" I asked. He opened the baggie and tasted it. "It's coke." he said, with a shake of his head,

    "What do I do with it?" (He's been drug free for several years) "Throw it out?" So he turned and washed it down the sink. Do you understand this story so far? An enraged possum had dislodged a baggie of cocaine from the ceiling of our practice area.

    As I turned around Kevin (who had been watching all this) was laughing, quietly but hysterically beneath his breath. He looked up at me, still laughing, and explained "God I'm glad I'm in this band."

    The three of us and our keyboardist will be starting to play with prospective drummers and bassists in roughly two weeks. Be advised, there is a definite possibility of being hit on the head by falling possums and/or cocaine if you play with us. Also, if Chris levels a rifle, it's not at you, it's at the possum, so duck.
    Thursday, July 14th, 2005
    1:51 am
    JakePw: who the fuck is this
    George G0: hm, hey, just a person who wants to xcybor
    JakePw: hmmm
    JakePw: not down
    JakePw: with the anon cyber
    JakePw: as bunnies
    JakePw: nah mean?
    George G0: :-(
    JakePw: sorry george
    George G0: :-(
    George G0: please cybor with me
    George G0: but gae
    JakePw: if you let me know whats up
    George G0: ok
    George G0: My name is george and I want to gae cybor with you
    JakePw: how did you find me
    JakePw: george
    JakePw: cuz im not gay
    JakePw: sorry
    JakePw: i like females
    JakePw: alot
    George G0: ok, but pretend for like ten minutes, ok?
    JakePw: nope
    George G0: seriously, just do it
    JakePw: sorry george
    George G0: look
    JakePw: no you fucking look
    JakePw: no bunnies
    JakePw: im not gay
    JakePw: fuck off
    JakePw: thanks
    George G0: NO YOU LOOK
    George G0: YOU JUST FUCKING LOOK
    George G0: hey, sorry
    George G0: seriously, though, let's gae off
    JakePw: give me a clue who this is
    George G0: You give me a clue!!!
    George G0: hahahah
    George G0: ok, I'm hopping thru the forest and I'm really horny for cock. (I'm a dude bunny, I'm gae)
    JakePw signed off at 1:50:02 AM.
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