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work completely sucked today. i couldn't stand it. people keep coming in to satisfy their ice cream fixes. i don't understand it. i was scooping ice cream for this guy and while i was ducked into the ice cream freezer, he taps on the glass to get my attention. how degrading that was. like i'm an ice cream monkey. the jason vargas grabbed me by the collars. i haven't been manhandled like that in a long time. i hate being manhandled. i'd rather be handle by a woman. screw that though, everyday i feel the hatred of more and more people.

after work, i went to backstreet blues with tim and tony. it wasn't too crowded, but the girl who i did the mint-chip-on-the-tooth gag to was there. whatever, it's not like she liked me any better before i pulled such buffoonery.

my mom makes this rice and green pea dish that i can eat all day and all night. topped with some chick peas and i'm in heaven. you can only imagine what i'm eating as i type this.

this girl angela, from geneseo, came in today. she didn't even say bye or anything. i gave that girl a ride home. except she had to drive my car because i was still drunk from the night before. she almost crashed my precious automobile three times. but still, she got home. and now i don't even get a goodbye or anything.

nick has started his own live journal. you can find it here, nick's journal. it's probably going to be better than luis' because he's not a pretentious bastard. so you can stop reading luis', if you actually enjoy that garbage, and make your way to his. i was thinking about going back to school tonight at backstreet. it has been a pretty alright summer, despite the lack of female companionship, which i got along fine with. i'm just looking forward to partying. it's kind of sad, but hey i miss that aspect. i won't mind learning a thing or two, if i actually do learn at all.

fa fa fa.

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andrew oko was once a good friend of mine. he walks into haagen dazs ten minutes after i get there.

(enter andrew)
andrew- hey, is tony here?
me- we used to be good friends, and now you come in and ask if tony's here.
andrew- don't pull that shit, where's tony?
me- he's at home, he's coming in at 6 today
andrew- ok
(exit andrew)

i didn't get a "hey, how are you doing?" or an "alright, see you later." what a fucking asshole, and i'm serious. i really don't like him at all. the nerve. i used to laugh it up with that kid everyday since middle school and walk to his house with him. what a cunt rag. what a plain old bastard. i'm probably never going to talk to him again, not that i'll have the chance, or want the chance.

a phish head came in today. i gave him a free milk shake and he gave me five dollars. i should have just charged him for it, i mean i didn't even want him to pay anything. he said he was at the jones beach trey concert. i called bill to see if he wanted the hook up, but he didn't have time. i was calling his house for a while, but it was busy as a tit. i guess he missed out. my manager was gone, so i was king of the hook ups.

the radiohead concert is tomorrow at madison square garden. we're going with marisa, i think.

i had a dream last night that i had three tattoos. one was of felix the cat, one was a skull, and i forgot what the other was. i'm thinking about getting a guardian angel on my back. i just have to draw it out first. it's the only way i can stress my individuality.

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i'm eating grapes and what better time for an experiment. i know i can fit at least 32 grapes in my mouth. but how many grapes can i swallow whole?

attempt one: half the grape went into my throat before coming back out with a gag.

attempt two: i'm gagging more and more. my eyes are starting to tear.

attempt three: i've convinced i can do it before i actually try it, then it just doesn't happen.

attempt four: i'm starting to think this is a stupid idea. not only because it's just stupid, but because i may choke on the grape.

attempt five: i made a scary noise.

alright, i gave up on that one, i picked out a newer, smaller grape.

attempt one: i really thought i was going to throw up.

FUCK THIS!!! i can't do it. kudos to anyone who can. they should make a grape the size of an apple. i'm sure the japs can do it. or a grape the size of a watermelon. or a watermelon the size of a car. big fruit, i tell ya, big fruit. that's where the market is.

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i'm just advertising for josh's journal. read it and love it. or i'll give you the stink eye.