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Name: Juan
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: Orange County
Birthday: 9/15/1986
Gender: Male


Interests: Reading, movies, music, writing, air.
Expertise: Breathing, I really think I can be the best at it, if I tried.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Hospitality


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Monday, June 30, 2008

Currently Listening
Are You Nervous?
By Rock Kills Kid
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Blogging on a cell phone is difficult.

That said, I now officially hate the elderly. When the fuck did they become such whiney bitches? I cutem some slack when I can, but lately they've been getting to be damn near emo in nature. "Why do i have to pay for parking? Im 86." i get asked questions like this all day. I would like to just say that unless they personally punched Hitler in the taint they have to pay. But no I have to be polite. I think the only people im supposed to let park for free are the pope, dying presidents, and Abe Vigoda. And after what Abe did to Michael...
I don't see that happening.
(yes its a movie reference)

observations and questions.

I've noticed that the pope has attractive stewardesses (stewardessi?) on his plane (Air Guilt One).

um...why?


Fuck the following things/people

Scarface

 If one more person tries to convince me that scarface is the epitome of film greatness im ripping out vital organs/ovaries

 Bob Marley

I cannot stand reggae. I do not care what  he stood for. If i get one more ganja smelling mother fucker telling me to listen to him I will find a way to legalize pot but i'll also make it so it shrinks your dick. the same goes for dillan and his folksy muttering ass. chugga chugga White people. I Implore you, please stop being such douches. We get it you like mma. That doesnt mean you have to deck out your truck in tapout stickers. Going out to a club or a bar means you cant wear a tight black hurley t shirt and a nice pair of flip flops and say youre ready. And no more metal. Every new song i hear on the radio has the same chugga chugga riff. And ive seen you white people rock out in true white trash fashion to anything where the power cord to testosterone ratio exceeds 32. (testy crappy lyrics add 7.8 to the total). And grow some hair. You fuckers look like nazis who got lost at a Spencers.



more later




Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Currently Listening
In the Aeroplane Over the Sea
By Neutral Milk Hotel
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Truths about us Hispanics

1) Can we really fit 10 people into a Honda Accord?    Hell yes.

2) Do we eat every part of the animal in our tacos?  Good God yes.

3) Does all Mexican music involve a tuba?  Yep.

4) How many children does the average Hispanic couple have?  8

5) Why do we rent one room for 6 people but manage to afford this year's biggest SUV/Pickup? 
    No fucking clue

6) Beer or Cerveza?  Cerveza

7) Why do our trucks always have giant wolf eyes or the Aztec dude, or some sort of giant cat?
     Because wolves are rad. Aztec dude is our version of Superman, and Giant cats represent virility or some shit.



On Poopin'

I hate poopin around people. I don't mean dropping a deuce in the middle of a crowded room or something. But I can manage to hold my waste for days if I have to. I do not know where this will power but if I can't find a toilet in another country I will smuggle my crap back into US soil. but that is beside the point. I cannot drop the kids off at the pool if I even suspect that someone in the next room can hear me. And in all my ninjaness I cannot drop a stealth deuce. It is not possible. So yeah there really is no point to this other than to use the next sentance.  I will not wage scatalogical warfare against my porcelain rival if I think someone can hear me.
Yeah I went with toilet humor but fuck it it's my blog.


Stellastarr

Saw Stellastarr. Rocked out. Sans my cock out.  (The latter was more of a formality since I was in public). Must see them again. My companion for the show helped make the show quite spectacular as rocking out is not as creepy if you have someone there to make you realize when to stop. (Which is never).  Also L.A. traffic is mother fucking evil. It was planned by Lucifer himself to drive people to madness. And I am positive that one of the rings of hell involves trying to change lanes in LA at 5:30.


New Job

I am a meter maid. The correct term is parking enforcement associate. But I am the guy giving out tickets. I have been given authority. I have control. From the lowliest jackass to the douchiest lawyer, my tickets can ruin anyone's day. The highlight of my day is giving people the nicest smile as I tuck that ticket into their windshield wiper. I need not take shit from a supervisor as they encourage not taking shit from customers. I see this going well. I also look spiffy in a blue polo.

I like my new job.



Mogwai


R U Still In 2 It


nuff said




Monday, January 28, 2008

Currently Listening
My Best Friend Daniel
By The Lovely Feathers
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Welcome to Santa Ana

Santa Ana seems to be the city where lost clothing goes to relive its glory days.  Remember when the Rams were in L.A.? Cause apparently they're still here according to about 5 different shirts in the supermarket.  Or how bout those old A.C. Slater neon colored tank tops? Can't find any? Head down to Santa Ana where no matter what someone will be wearing one, and will continue to wear it even in the rain. Because in Santa Ana we don't throw anything away. Acid Wash Jeans? We got em.  The shirts with the giant fucking bulldog on the front? You bet your ass we have those. Now I'm not saying it's wrong to wear these if you don't have access to anything else, but the people who wear these seem to be able to afford their giant white Toyota Truck, and have enough left over to paint a mother fucking wolf on the back of the bitch.  So yeah come to Santa Ana, where it's always 1992.


Bank Etiquette

Certain rules should be enforced at banks. Every time I enter my local branch to deposit my legal tender theres always some jackass breaking at least ONE of the following rules.

1) Don't stink:  It's not that fucking hard. Don't smell like cheese. A can of axe can help with this problem temporarily.

2) Don't be a dick:  If you have to make 17 transactions and theres one old lady trying to cash her fucking check, let her go first. It's common courtesy. If I see one more fucker organizing paperwork while i sit there and fiddle with my ONE FUCKING DEPOSIT SLIP I'm gonna start busting shins.

3) Fill out your paperwork:  The employees don't want to do your work for you. Fill out your slips and whatnots before getting in line. It makes the trip faster and makes you less of a target once the bankers finally lose it and decide to rob the fucking joint.

4) Shut the fuck up:  Banks are generally quiet places, so if you must pick up your phone make it quick and quiet. Don't sit there talking like you're inside your car.  It's annoying as fuck and everyone in the line wants to fucking kill you. They're not annoyed. They want to fucking KILL you.



Songs I wish to cover

1) "Stand By Me" - Ben E. King:  I have a great idea for this song. It involves lots of synth and an E-bow.

2) "Suedehead" - Morissey  :  Imagine this as a punk rock tune. It would be a minute long and upbeat as fuck.

3) "Zombie" - The Cranberries :  Fuzzy as hell, with a 2 minute solo somewhere in there.

4) "Star Wars Cantina Theme"  It will have lyrics.


Image of the day

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Also: If you can find a copy of this buy it. Then let me borrow it.


-Skuzzy out



Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Boombox

 

 

Inside jokes make me happy


Sunday, January 20, 2008

Currently Listening
In Rainbows
By Radiohead
Videotape
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Converse

What the fuck is up with the commercials? Specifically the one with no sound just the wall of text bitching about watching tv. Which is funny because well, lets face it you're advertising ON FUCKING TELEVISION. Perhaps a giant billboard or some viral campaign may have been more effective?  That's like preaching on adultery in a strip club while getting a lap dance.  Though I guess that's the whole point of the campaign. Either way it's pretty fucking creepy having a commercial with no sound play on your tv at 3AM. You simply expect something to jump the fuck out.  I need to start listening to music to fall asleep instead of relying on the tv noises.

 

Picture of the day


That is a tree growing among a pile of rotting books.

A mother-fucking tree.



Current Favorites:
 
Certain songs have had me in somewhat of a hold these last few weeks.  I really don't function without hearing these songs at least once a day.  They are as follows.

1) Videotape    -   Radiohead
2) Bonafide Lovin'      -     Chromeo
3) The Show Must Go On   -   Queen
4) Starálfur     -   Sigur Ros
5) Cherry Blossom Girl    -    Air
6) Zombie   -    The Cranberries
7) Wish List    -     Jets to Brazil
8) Knives Out    -    The Flaming Lips (cover)


The next few months should be interesting.

Not for you guys. Well maybe one of you, but yeah. the rest of you? Not so much

 

/cue "eye of the tiger"






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