I have been bitching up and down at this website for two months after renewing my membership because I couldn't log in. Sending one complaint after the other with NO RESPONSE WHATSOEVER. I was typing my password and username correctly and had cookies enabled, WHAT WAS THE FUCKING PROBLEM? NORTON FUCKING UTILITIES, that's what.
Apparently, the anti virus program I pay fifteen bucks a month for (which didn't save my computer from that lovsan shit) was BLOCKING MY ACCESS. Sorry for all my bitching, SG. I've cancelled my subscription to that Norton shit and if I ever see Mr. Norton's four-eyed ass on the streets of D.C. I will show him some Jewboy vengeance, Ariel Sharon-style.
Well, my life ROCKS now. As of today I have been promoted to HEAD CHEF at my job because the lazy asswipe who used to be getting paid four buck more than me hourly pussied out. A thirty-percent pay raise is comin' to me, plus more hours on the night shift working with beautiful middle eastern and European waitresses while getting DRUNK OFF MY ASS. I'm kicking ass in my metal sculpting class and my work may be exhibited in the Corcoran Gallery this semester, and I finally have time for my two band projects on the side as well. To think I used to hate life.
One other fairly recent amazing experience in the time of my absence from S.G. was the recent Playa Del Fuego festival in Salisbury Maryland, which is an offshoot of the Burning Man Festival in Arizona. It was an entire weekend of Jamming and doing lotsa drugs! I tripped hard as shit for three days using a tape recorder as my only instrument onstage and played with nearly every act that performed. My first instrument ever was a tape recorder and I ditched all my high tech shit returning to my roots. After spending every weekend of the past year slaving away in a hot kitchen making panini sandwiches and pizzas for cops and yuppies I finally got three days to hang out with non-normal people doing what I love for totally free.
I came to the conclusion, which I shared with my bandmate, that I really hate NORMAL PEOPLE. "What is normal, though?" came the anticipated question. To this I responded, " Normal is anything that you can stereotype. Anything you can put a label on. In essence, anything I can fling shit at without feeling guilty about it." Chuckles abounded and I was unable to stop smiling for a whole month after. But another question resounded in my mind for quite some time...
"Where are all the naked people?"
Apparently, the anti virus program I pay fifteen bucks a month for (which didn't save my computer from that lovsan shit) was BLOCKING MY ACCESS. Sorry for all my bitching, SG. I've cancelled my subscription to that Norton shit and if I ever see Mr. Norton's four-eyed ass on the streets of D.C. I will show him some Jewboy vengeance, Ariel Sharon-style.
Well, my life ROCKS now. As of today I have been promoted to HEAD CHEF at my job because the lazy asswipe who used to be getting paid four buck more than me hourly pussied out. A thirty-percent pay raise is comin' to me, plus more hours on the night shift working with beautiful middle eastern and European waitresses while getting DRUNK OFF MY ASS. I'm kicking ass in my metal sculpting class and my work may be exhibited in the Corcoran Gallery this semester, and I finally have time for my two band projects on the side as well. To think I used to hate life.
One other fairly recent amazing experience in the time of my absence from S.G. was the recent Playa Del Fuego festival in Salisbury Maryland, which is an offshoot of the Burning Man Festival in Arizona. It was an entire weekend of Jamming and doing lotsa drugs! I tripped hard as shit for three days using a tape recorder as my only instrument onstage and played with nearly every act that performed. My first instrument ever was a tape recorder and I ditched all my high tech shit returning to my roots. After spending every weekend of the past year slaving away in a hot kitchen making panini sandwiches and pizzas for cops and yuppies I finally got three days to hang out with non-normal people doing what I love for totally free.
I came to the conclusion, which I shared with my bandmate, that I really hate NORMAL PEOPLE. "What is normal, though?" came the anticipated question. To this I responded, " Normal is anything that you can stereotype. Anything you can put a label on. In essence, anything I can fling shit at without feeling guilty about it." Chuckles abounded and I was unable to stop smiling for a whole month after. But another question resounded in my mind for quite some time...
"Where are all the naked people?"
mutinyonthebay:
whoa, hombre. im not going anywhere except home for the holidays. haha. and thanks for the compliments! yeah i go to GWU in foggy bottom. tag me a message and tell me whats up more often.