Dear Diary,
I write this entry like so many others, under a shotgun because one of the people who knows where I sleep is forcing me into it.
Anyways. I had fun at the party. Except when the girl across the streets current thing decided to set up the girl across the street's best friend with some friend of his. That was a downer. I don't know that she was digging him a bunch but whatever. Bottom line is I didn't go home with her or have any major leads on chicks. I think I left my magical pimping decoder ring in my bathroom or something.
Oh wait! I know what it was, I didn't wear my pimp jacket. Damnit.
Anyways, I'm exceedingly bored right now. I guess I'll try to make some music.
/rizzn
Quote of the Entry: "But I didn't do it! It was my toys! They came alive and they got water on the floor all by themselves! I didn't do it! Don't punish me! I want a story! WAAAAAAH!"- naomi
Sunday, April 8, 2001
Saturday, April 7, 2001
How drunk is too drunk?
Dear Diary,
I just got back from a Paul Oakenfold concert/show/rave thingy. It wasn't as good as previously advertised because mainly it was at the Bronco Bowl which now is in my opinion a really poor venue. However I did have a reasonable amount of fun there. I didn't exercise the Amazing Magical Pimping Powers of Rizzn (TM) (Patent Pending) for a number of reasons, primary among these a) every kandy raver cutie there had a kandy raver boiee with her, and b) I'm saving up all my magical pimping powers for the party with the girls tomorrow night.
Q: What kind of shoes does Scooby Doo wear?
A: Scooby Shoes!
We are currently working on our screenplay for M & M's the movie.
So the party with the girls is tomorrow night. I hung out with them last night and got the girl across the street's best friend drunk.
There is a real fine line between getting a girl drunk enough to want to fool around and getting a girl took drunk to stay awake. I have yet to have found this line.
She passed out the second we got back to her apartment last night. Bummer.
Good times, good times.
/rizzn
Quote of the Entry: "Whatchoo talkin bout, satan." - Gary Coleman
I just got back from a Paul Oakenfold concert/show/rave thingy. It wasn't as good as previously advertised because mainly it was at the Bronco Bowl which now is in my opinion a really poor venue. However I did have a reasonable amount of fun there. I didn't exercise the Amazing Magical Pimping Powers of Rizzn (TM) (Patent Pending) for a number of reasons, primary among these a) every kandy raver cutie there had a kandy raver boiee with her, and b) I'm saving up all my magical pimping powers for the party with the girls tomorrow night.
Q: What kind of shoes does Scooby Doo wear?
A: Scooby Shoes!
We are currently working on our screenplay for M & M's the movie.
So the party with the girls is tomorrow night. I hung out with them last night and got the girl across the street's best friend drunk.
There is a real fine line between getting a girl drunk enough to want to fool around and getting a girl took drunk to stay awake. I have yet to have found this line.
She passed out the second we got back to her apartment last night. Bummer.
Good times, good times.
/rizzn
Quote of the Entry: "Whatchoo talkin bout, satan." - Gary Coleman
Friday, April 6, 2001
Jorge and Cynthia, sittin in a tree F S C K I N G!
Dear Diary,
I switched my format again. Don't ask me why. I guess it needed to be done since whazzup.org is officially dead. Sorry. I don't have the capital to keep it up. It's only fitting.
My life has really come crashing down here in the last week or so. Let's run down the list of events.
I don't have a job. This much we know. I have no new real job offers on the plate worth mentioning up to today, in which I got one new one.
Whazzup is officially gone. Which mean our LLC's credit rating is probably completely ruined. We'll probably have to file bankruptcy on it sometime soon. There goes about 5000 bucks down the drain. That's just my money. Not to mention all the money everyone else has invested in that company.
Our investment money from overseas that I have been banking my hopes and dreams on for the last four or five months officially fell through this week.
Details: I get a call from the bank vice president saying my account is under investigation or some crap because a suspicious transfer was attempted. 7.5million dollars. They blocked it of course. Even though that's what I told them the account was for. I hate banks.
So then I couldn't pay rent because of that. Then they accuse me of fraud and money laundering.
The reality of not having a job hit me this week. Other roommates announced their intention to leave. We get a late notice on our payment of rent. Basically my life sucks.
I hate being depressed. I wasn't depressed previous to this week. But now I just want to jump off a tall building. I sleep more and more everyday to avoid being awake. Being awake reminds me of my situation and my dashed dreams.
What's the most money you've ever lost in one day? How about over the course of your entire life? I bet it doesn't equal one tenth of what I lost on wednesday. I lost 7.5 million dollars.
Anyways. I'm just bringing everyone down. I'll sign off now. Just wanted to update since it's been a while and everyone has been bugging me to do so. I just so much hate putting in morbid entries. Laugh and the world laughs with you but everyone hates a whiner.
/rizzn
Quote of the Entry: "Jorge has a thing for Cynthia!"- crackbaby (it's an inside thing, you'd have to be there)
I switched my format again. Don't ask me why. I guess it needed to be done since whazzup.org is officially dead. Sorry. I don't have the capital to keep it up. It's only fitting.
My life has really come crashing down here in the last week or so. Let's run down the list of events.
I don't have a job. This much we know. I have no new real job offers on the plate worth mentioning up to today, in which I got one new one.
Whazzup is officially gone. Which mean our LLC's credit rating is probably completely ruined. We'll probably have to file bankruptcy on it sometime soon. There goes about 5000 bucks down the drain. That's just my money. Not to mention all the money everyone else has invested in that company.
Our investment money from overseas that I have been banking my hopes and dreams on for the last four or five months officially fell through this week.
Details: I get a call from the bank vice president saying my account is under investigation or some crap because a suspicious transfer was attempted. 7.5million dollars. They blocked it of course. Even though that's what I told them the account was for. I hate banks.
So then I couldn't pay rent because of that. Then they accuse me of fraud and money laundering.
The reality of not having a job hit me this week. Other roommates announced their intention to leave. We get a late notice on our payment of rent. Basically my life sucks.
I hate being depressed. I wasn't depressed previous to this week. But now I just want to jump off a tall building. I sleep more and more everyday to avoid being awake. Being awake reminds me of my situation and my dashed dreams.
What's the most money you've ever lost in one day? How about over the course of your entire life? I bet it doesn't equal one tenth of what I lost on wednesday. I lost 7.5 million dollars.
Anyways. I'm just bringing everyone down. I'll sign off now. Just wanted to update since it's been a while and everyone has been bugging me to do so. I just so much hate putting in morbid entries. Laugh and the world laughs with you but everyone hates a whiner.
/rizzn
Quote of the Entry: "Jorge has a thing for Cynthia!"- crackbaby (it's an inside thing, you'd have to be there)
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