Abi's journals

If anyone hasn't heard of the Battle of Aspen, you severely disappoint me as human. I have to go be pretentious now, bye.

My most favorite website ever. http://www.dooku.net

EXPERIENCE IT NOW.

Work today was... confusing. My ass was sore as hell from skating the night before, an I got a nice big black and purple bruise on my thigh. So what did I do? Apparently the pump system on the dish station went out, and sitnce I got small hands, I always end up volenteering for these kindsa jobs. So there I am, laying on my skateboard with mesh gloves on underneath an industrial dishwasher, when Adam the manager comes by and says they need me cooking like rightfuckingnow. So I get up and of course, Adam can't expo worth shit and starts fucking up orders from his side of the fence all over the place. Managers, please stay out of the kitchen if it aint your department (Adam basically walks around and sometimes stands in front of a counter and plays with the computer. thats about it.) So after he fucks up a simplefuckingorder that takes a half hour in the end, I managed not to scream at him, but out of no where, he stops me midsentance and says "Your looks will only get you so far!" I stopped, pretty much dumbfounded, and wasn't sure what to say, as it didn't pretain to ANYTHING we were discussing, and on top of it, I have food residue, stuff-under-the-sink grime all over me, and bruises on my elbows, and he's in my fucking face about looks?

And all I could think in my moment of not-arguing was... "Damn. Thats a jive-ass turkey."

He can fix his own damn dishwasher next time.

NoPotNewGuy is mowing his lawn, so I'm sitting on his front porch like a southern belle, watching. Hells yeah. I'm also guarding our skateboards and laptops from neighborhood children that might decide they want new toys. THESE ARE ADULT TOYS BACK THE FUCK OFF.

Its insanely warm here. Too much sun for skating. And I'm a fatty thats full of coffee and doesn't feel like getting up. And I have a gnarly bruise on my thigh and both elbows from riding last night, so there. Waaah.

And now its time for smoking since Farhaad abandoned me on iChat, which I was just starting to figure out how to use. Commie bastard.

Q. How do I know I'm purebred from trashy folk?

A. Every single one of my relatives owns a depthfinder. And they're not always on boats.

So I go to have a nice quiet little ride in the sunshine and maybe smoke a cigarette, just enjoying the outdoors in the ajoining neighborhood as mine only has one street and its damn rocky, and what happens? Some fuckin fat kids washing a car start hecklin me, sreaming from across the street. "Why'd you dye your hair yellow!?" "...it was orange. I bleached it." "Why orange? Is that the new 'style' nowadays?" "Not really." "I don't think you're 18, kiddo!" "Yeah you shouldn't smoke!" "I'm aware." "Cancer!" "Least I can stand on a board an it don't snap." "What'd you say!?" "Nothin."

On the way back I skinned my knee hitting a crack in the street that wasn't filled in and again, fatties decide you "YOU FALL CAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE ANY BALANCE!" I simply gave the finger like an adult and went home. I hope their house burns down, their harddrives crash, and their puppy is picked for a research lab. Fuckin fatties.

Took my baby for a lube-up today, aint she gorgeous?

I took her all over the place today, Hellah's been in the basement and my room most of the time since January, and it was nice today so she deserved some attention.

AND I got a present for my board today, taDAH!

Sweet action. Summer must be here if I'm buyin wax.

Annnd now I have Roger Rabbit to watch, farewell.

Abikins was a little tipsy last night, but the Warhol party was a success and Marilyn was blushing all over the place from all the compliments.

At some point I ended up topless in the tub with Anna getting body painted, drinking boxed wine. Oh yes, there are pictures pending

In the meantime, I'm huddled inside my footies, craving chinese food and smokes, as I lost mine somewhere in MeinczingerChef's car last night. Waaah!

Going to a Warhol-themed party tonight, dressed as her. I don't much care for Warhol, but its Jason the awesome photographer's birthday, and I love him, and he extended a personal invitation. How can I say no?

btw. He is responsable for the photos of me covered in blood in the tub from a year back. Good times.

So we just had some kinda earthquake an I nearly SHIT MY ASS freaking out! I thought it was the fucking squirrels in the ceiling wrestling again but after the whole damn house started shaking I ducked under the covers and just made little squealing noises til it was over.

GAH FUCKIN SHIT FAULT LINE!