RKMBs Forums SEPTEMBER 2003

5 minutes to go on a beautiful friday afternoon.

i gots t'get paid!

(disclaimer: not really getting paid)

ok then!

friday after work, i got to the boken. i changed. i had on the im-so-smooth-out-going clothes. ... i dont really know what that means, but... they were my party jeans and a reddish shirt, complete with buttons for the ladies. incase... they'd like to button and/or un button them. it works both ways.

mm.

roxy was back in town after being the only latina in tennesee for the past month. dont ask why she went. ... and, truthfully, typing that is retarded cuz you cant ask -- only i can type in here.

woo!

...

as of a phone call on my way home at around 5:20, roxy and laquanda were sposda go down the street to hobsons (the cool place by the hudson with hot ass waitress michelle), grab a table, and wait for lex and i.

at around 6, lex and i arrived at hobsons ... before lq and roxy.

minorities!

we grabbed a table. had a beer.

no michelle, but we knew that. she moved to cali months ago. we really haven't been there since. no reason. no michelle.

the other girls eventually showed up, apologizing for their minority time. we were without an extra seat (only had 3) so i stood cuz im a gentlemen. ... or at least closer to being one than the other three.

my lower genetalia is on the outside.

waitresses were very slow and retarded. no michelle, still. i'll get over it someday.

turns out, in the months that we stopped going, they changed the whole menu into a higher class type. it was fancier and more expensive, bad on both fronts. it used to be this great working mans establishment, with sammidges and low prices -- perfect, cuz its right across the street from the WTC path station, so it was hit up by everyone on their way home.

fuckers.

better french fries now, tho. they're almost excused.

we got another chair, and i was able to sit.

then jamalet showed up, and i had to stand again. damnit.

this chick has lost crazy weight, and now has a flat stomach. no one really knows how, and i dont even know her last name (or how to spell "jamalet") but she looks really good.

we drank. and ate. and drank more. i had 4 quick ciders and eventually a rum n'coke, too.

i spent the night making the girls laugh (i'm the fugly funny one, thats my job) and staring at the ass of this chick next to our table.

she was older, mebbe early 30s, but man did she have a body on her. real nice tiny miniskirt.

ahem.

we stayed about... hmm... 2 hours? mebbe 3? then we left, heading up the street towards my apartment.

never got there.

instead, we stopped at east la's, home of the really really supposedly strong margherita. is that how you spell that? ... man, im tired of fuckin difficult words. ...

mm.

we went in. no seats. damnit.

we all gotta mar-gar-eeta. they're huge and frozen. they all got drunk, i got brain freezes. painful ones. and i never learned my lesson. i have this uncontrollable urge to drink everything quickly, so every gulp i took of this frozen mar-gar-shake, my head exploded. ... and i kept doing it.

retarded monkey i am.

after the drinks, i suggested a tequilla shot. they all reluctantly agreed.

the hot girls accompanying me all prepared with their lemons (no limes) and their salt. i like doin'em plain.

the shots, too

the shots were big. like double or triple sized. good stuff.

drink tally thus far:

4 beers
1 rum n'coke
1 tequilla shot
1 strong frozen mar-gar-ee-ta.

after chillin there for an hour or so, we made our move towards planet hoboken for some dancin.

it was only 11:30 or so, so the place wasn't overly hopping yet, but it livened up after a few minutes. cuz i was there, of course!

i had a fast smirnoff ice. they's like sodas! they's!

we danced a bit. mostly corny music, but when you're surrounded by four hot chicks and looking around for others, you get inspired.

gotta move if you wanna move.

another round of tequilla shots went down. lots of girl-ass-on-my-crotch-grind-dancing to follow.

thank you, jose!

laquanda, head grinder, worked it most of the time. i eventually pulled her over and we did a citron shot. she made some comment on the alcohol being something or other, but i wasn't listening.

i tend to do that.

drink tally for the night:

4 beers
1 rum n'coke
2 tequilla shots
1 strong frozen mar-gar-ee-ta.
1 smirnoff ice
1 citron shot
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10 drinks

lex n'i headed off to the side/back area after a while, just to catch a breather. we spent some time by the pool table and couches, then spent some of my cash on one o'them lil photo booths things.

yer typical couply stuff ensued.

nice pics, tho

i still have the ones we took a year or two ago. i carry'em around in my wallet.

these ended up comin out really horrible (not cuz of us, cuz of the film and/or printer), but thats ok.

next 30 minutes or so was filled with roxy and jamalet grinding on stage.

noice.

then we took off.

walked jamalet to her car. she drove roxy home.

walked lq to a pizza place by her apartment. then she left to go home.

then, lex and i made the long treck up to roboken.

i dont remember most of the walk. i know lex got some pizza and removed the cheese and put it on the sidewalk at some point. it was like 3 am so it didn't matter too much. thats when everyone puts cheese on the sidewalk.

we got to my apartment and i remember nothing else. legend has it i passed out immediately.

uhmthleepy

saturday.

slept late. woke up. rushed to get outside. another frickin beautiful day. we did the whole pic-a-nic thing again. grabbed some sammidges and laid out.

the sun was even hot! i was worried we were passed the point in the year where you could actually feel the sun. but it was there, alright.

later on, we walked around the town. thru the italian festival, by the pier, etc. i wanted to maximize my time outside.

i mean, thats normally what i wanna do anyway, since i'm trapped in doors during the week, but... since our spring/summer has been so crappy, and since fall is quickly showing its fugly face, i feel like i gotta get in all my last chance moments.

and i will!

i have 17 virus phoney emails in the past 8 minutes.

saturday night, lex and i went out to dinner. we were gonna try some new italian joint, but they didn't serve alcohol.

byob?

cya!

so, we went to favia, which is really good, and supposably ( best. spelling. ever.) very healthy for you, tho im sure its justa big mean trick.

the italian festival was only a block or two away from where we ate dinner, and it was the big night, so they had all these crazy fireworks goin off. seemed like 30 minutes straight.

oh them italians!

i eventually ran into cati and lina. lex had to ... not... show people her boobie shirt. something like that. but i haven't seen cati and lina in a while ... or... like a day or two, so i went back to the fest at like midnight to visit for a sec.

hugs and zeppolis, all around.

sunday was more pic-a-nicing, cuz it was beautiful out again. 2 nice days on the weekend? unheard of!!

we sat out by the shipyard place for a few hours, with more sunnin. we did a bit o'lex's homework (yeah, me too), then did s'more walkin and outside sittin.

yeah, i do that a lot. i likes it. i loves it!

we went to dippers. sat down. thought. then stood up and left. ... just practicing, i guess.

then we went back to hobsons.

oh, excuse me, "hobsons choice." got fries and ciders. cider, actually. service is so slow without michelle.

...michelle....

...

"heh-lo! ... is it me you're looking for?"

so, yadda yadda. we got chinese food, watched some gay shit on tv, then i drove her home. got back just in time to do nothing.

i always feel like i have so much shit to do, but i never really do any of it. even in the 2 minutes each day i have free time, i can't seem to think of what i need to do in order to do it.

imma crazy!

fuck fuck fuck

mother mother fuck, mother mother fuck fuck

mother fuck, mother fuck
noitch!
noitch!
noitch!

1, 2 -- 1, 2, 3, 4...

noitch, noitch, noitch....

shmokin weed, shomokin weers (?)

doin coke, drinkin beers

drinkin bee-ahs, bee-ahs, bee-ahs

rollin fattys; smokin blunts!

who smokes the blunts?
we smoke the blunts!

rollin blunts and --


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15 bucks little man,

put that shit in my hand!

if that money doesn't show, then you owe me, owe me, owe!

MY JUNGLE LOVE!!

oh-wee-oh-wee-oh...

girl i gotsta know ya, know ya ...

yeah!

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got my haircut. too short. oh well, we match now.

goin to my gramma's after work today, to help them with the movin.

tis weird. you reach a point in life where you forget that everything just sorta keeps moving. like, you just sorta assume everything is normal and standard and friends are friends and parents are parents and that everyone is at a set age and they'll be that age and look the same and act the same 1, 5, and 20 years done the line.

then, somethin happens to remind you that aint the case.

i move out. little sisters become seniors. dad gets sick. grandparents have to move. i turn 25.

granted, im absolutley not hung up on my own age -- it really doesnt bother me, especially since i still look like im 14. but the rest of the stuff, and even just the idea that i'm 25, are really just big reminders.

scary and intimidating, in a way.

oh, and get this shit: i did the most mature and adult thing in my life the other day.

i made a donation to PBS.

im not sure if i typed this before or not, and i can't be arsed (arsed!) to check if i did, so, if i did, screw you.

they were doin this documentary on hoboken, from way before it became roboken. from, like, pre-"united states" days, all the way up to post-9-11 days. and, damnit, i thought it was pretty cool! they even showed my street and apartment building quite a few times in a varied amount of shots.

it was all sortsa discovery channel-like, and i enjoy the discovery channel!

so, when it hit a commercial, and they did the "we NEEEEED your money, and if you watch this without paying, you're a thief!!" bit, i figgered i'd give it a try.

ernie, kermit, and grover had been so good to me through out the years, i certainly owed them something, right?

so, i made the call, paid the donation (tax deductable! phausen entertainment, represent!), and got my movie and book about the history of hoboken.

... which, of course, haven't arrived yet, despite this taking place several weeks ago, but... whatcha gonna do?

alright, so, its 4 pm. one hour left to go here.

sun is shinin outside, but i can see yella on the trees outside the window. thats disheartening. in fact, this morning, when i walked to my car to go to work, it was kinda cool outside. nothing horrible, like maybe low 70s or even high 60s, but enough to make you miserable that summer is ending. i hate cold weather.

out of nothing but sheer vengeance, once i get home tonight, i'm going to randomly spray every aerosol can i can find.

i'll get my warm globe yet.

the NY post is doing this special NY yankees thing. inside the newspaper, there's this 12-or-so page magazine with all sortsa cool yankees facts and history bits and great photos.

best of all, its free with the paper (which is about 50 cents in most places).

unfortunately, i found out today, tuesday. ... a day after the first one came out.

so, now, for half of the day today, i was in a mad dash trying to locate a day old newspaper.

which is retarded.

how fucked up do you sound, going into a convenience store, digging thru the papers, then asking "do you have yesterday's news?"

...

oy.

bottom line, none of the places i checked had it. none of the places my dad checked had it. im plum outta luck.

thank gunness for ebay, i spose.

did the grandparents helping out thing yesterday. got there at like 520, and there was already a party goin on. 2 outta 3 kamphausen sisters agree! ... and were also there.

some uncles, some aunts, yadda yadda.

a lotta stuff was already packed, but i used my enormous muscles, girth, and endurance to carry stuff like clothing and boxes. i offered to simply carry the house to the new location, then tip it to dump all the stuff into the new place, but... they weren't into that.

whats the point of having super powers, then?

aaand, im booked to help out tomorrow, as well.

doin my duty as the noble grandson.

of course, tomorrow is also the 2-year anniversary of the terrorist shit.

goin thru all these pics on yahoo.com and other such sites is really just ... i dont even know. its still so frickin vivid in my mind. and im still so incredibly angry when i see pictures or think about it or whatever. my teeth are instantly clenched, my jaw locks... i just get so fucking mad. unbelievably frustrating.

i always wanna keep thinking that it was just a dream or that i'm making a bigger deal out of it than it is or something... but... man.

its bad.

here we go.

2 years later.

oh the chaos of work!

nice day out. weather is holding up. better than most of the days during the summer.

my finger nails are completely gone. i'm a far cry away from where i was a few months ago, during my "i can resist!" moments. dunno if i'll ever be able to do taht again. finger nails are just too damn tasty!

i've posted on my own message boards now almost 20,000 times.

20,000.

once i get to 25,000, they come to take my windows away.

yesterday was all the nice memorials and such. some really sad stuff, with the kids of the people who died. the tribute of light stuff looked great, tho. truly amazing and beautiful memorial.

i spent most of the night at my gramma's and grampa's helpin to move everything for'em. packin up boxes, wrappin stuff, taping things, etc. its a big frickin house they're moving from.

i actually got to see the new place, as we all (mary too) drove to the new locale to drop off some of the stuff.

its a really nice place. like an apartment, i guess. its a condo, on the first floor, so no stairs. very big -- much bigger than my house.

its not gramma's house, tho, y'know? and im sure if i feel that, they do too. gonna be rough. i mean, thats nearly 60 years they've lived there. know the town, the yard, the house, the surroundings, the neighbors...

the new place isn't far at all, maybe only 10 minutes away, but its just a completely different set up. different ride home. different feel. different areas for the light switches, etc.

took me months to get to the point in my new place where, if i woke up in the middle of the night, i knew where i was.

so there's this older lady where i work, who is a lil bit of a nut bag. and its a big bag.

she's sweet as all hell, but she has a down and dirty, "imma kill yo' ass" side. and she's crazy. she refers to herself in third person. "let carol do this" and stuff. ... um... you mean you?

most noticeably, she talks to herself. she has full out conversations with herself. fights, no less. ... i wonder who's winning?

happens every time she gets off the phone.

like just now, for example. i can hear her in her office around the corner. she just got off the phone and is, apparently, real mad at the guy she spoke with. she's all swearin and cursin and "i can't believe you'd say that to me" and "i knew you'd do that" -- all after the phone was disconnected, and there was no one to hear her.

she goes on and on in this self-conversation for like 7 or 8 minutes, and im just sorta laughing while listening to her and sayin "this frickin woman" and all that.

then realizing, im talking to myself, as well.

less than 2 hours to go.

its laquanda's bday sometime this week. or weekend. i dunno. i never know stuff like that. i know mine, that should count for something.

am i supposed to knwo that kinda stuff? bday's of my friends? i mean, i can remember vicinities. like, if your birthday is march 8th, i'm pretty good and rememebering its after christmas and before the summer.

its not like i'm getting you a gift.

i dont even like you.

i am typing this on my work-provided pda right now.

sweeeeeeeet

yeah, the new pda thing is pretty sweet. can't figure out what i'm sposda do with it yet, tho, other than play games and post once on my message boards.

picked up my lex at work yesterday. her cell phone was stolen, so we havta get her a new one.

we drove home to the boken with the quickness, cuz we needed drinks. it'd been a while since we could just burn off some work stress. we were meeting up with lq, roxy, and jamalet again. ...jamalit? ...late? ...

nih.

somtimes, i hate being the only guy in that little pairing. on the one hand, it makes me seem like the biggest pimp on the planet. on the other, the biggest fruit. now say, for example, those two hands meet. "pimp fruit" doesnt sound too good.

...

then again, a guy walking around with 3 or 4 other guys could also be perceived as a lil bit o juicy fruit (its gonna move ya!)

...

godamnit! its a trap!

you maniacs! you gayed it up!

damn youse! damn youse all to hell!

mmm..
LA face with an oakland booty.

woo!

i like'em round ...n'big! (foop-pish!)

yeah.

anywho. we drank and texas arizona (t&a for those keeping score at home). just sat, bull shit, and drank. we've all got rough weeks. it helps to drown'em out. and laugh at others. what the hell, right?

i had lots, and kept rolling. i'm at the stage of alcoholism where i kinda hope i drink to forget. or at least sorta glaze over, so nothin new can bother me or get under my skin.

issues, man.

the three girls had to go after a few hours, cuz they were goin to nyc for lq's bday celebration. so, we got the bill and took off.

lex and i walked down the street and plopped into favia. we meant to go to the other place that is down the street from favia, but i guess we forgot or got confused or something. i dunno. my memory aint the sharpest from then.

i just asked lex, she doesnt know either.

noice.

we ate. drank s'more. the prettier stuff, like wine. i dont remember eating. maybe i didnt! paid for it anyway. another trap. gay people and italians. all against me.

finally got back to my apartment. i think we flew. hey, its possible. i have them super powers.

shit.

i hope no one saw!

then they'd know, and my secret ID is out.

fuck.

drinking causes so many powers. like secret identity loss.

got back to my apartment. dunno how or why or even when. lq called cuz their club in the city was awful, so she wanted to come back and hang out and have a massive orgy.

i mighta made part of that up, cuz i didnt hear too well, but im assuming thats what she said.

then again, it coulda just been cuz i was using a cell phone. ... oh my god, its another trap! gay people, italians, and cell phone companies. where will it all end? who is behind it all? the truth is out there, damnit, and imma find it!

imma!

iiiiiiiiiii-mmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

sleep. lots of it.

and, now, morning. techinically, afternoon, but... im convinced that "morning" just addresses the time you wake up.

have errands and shit to do today. its nasty out. i hate nasty.

i drank a soda. i burped. and now i typed about it. i shared my burp with 6 or 7 million other people. its on "the internet." you can download it. "punch it in" as my dad would say.

saturday was a miserable, disgusting little day. weather was awful. it'll continue to get worse through out this week.

summer is over.