Really Rich Italian Satanists

Christmas is now over.  Praise be to the Prophets!

My Birthday has passed I am now 26..

The birthday was rather fun in a “I’m too drunk to give a fuck about you silly queens” way. Several of my friends came down to the 5 Star and bought me booze. Lots of booze. So I was wasted for most of it. I recall that there were a lot of Mad Max references and toasts to being older but not as old as Steve. Towards the end of it the person who is having an affair with me arrived and we went over to his place. That exploded in a very interesting way. If you want the details please ask me. Despite popular rumor I do respect some peoples feelings and will not publicly slander these people.  Needless to say it was dramatically funny.

Christmas Eve was a dinner/breakfast with my parents. Then I came down to the 5 Star and watched an interesting set of circumstances unfold. First off there were these really cute guys at the bar. A little too cocky for my taste but my friend and manager Jay was interested (and dammit he deserved it, dare I say needs it) so he strikes up some small talk with them. Then, all of a sudden, out of nowhere, without warning, Scotty the Bartender swoops down and totally cockblocks Jay! Scotty already has a boyfriend thing and gets more than enough sex. Scotty is a greedy bitch! Unfortunately Scotty was not the only interested party in these kids.

Backstory: Halloween 2008. There was a lot of Woodchuck Cider on tap and I was the most smashed I’ve even been without vomiting in my life. I was also in heat. The first person I fixated on were Spencer and his boyfriend, whom I only knew in passing. We ended up going back to their place and having a 3 some. I was so drunk I have no idea if it was good or not, either way they never spoke to me again except in passing.

Now back to the story.

Spenser and his posse comes in and immediately attaches themselves to the boys. From the look in their eyes they were fucked up on E. They were trying to molest and suck on the boys as much as they could. One of the boys was really not amused by this. It got to the point where the posse was trying to lure the boys with promises of drugs and illicit activities back to their apartment. The one boy wanted nothing to do with it. Finally Spenser got really pushy (or rather pully as he was trying to pull the boy out of the bar) and the kid yelled at him and threatened him with bodily harm. At this point it’s past Midnight so Merry Christmas! Jay was still cockblocked and Scotty was still a greedy bitch but Christmas justice was laid out against a bunch of 30 and 40 somethings fucked up on drugs!

New Years upcoming projects:

1. Resolution: I will no longer have an internal monologue period. I will speak my mind no matter what. It will either be the most amazing year ever or I will get shot!

2. AIP: Classified

3. Monday’s: Graveyard shift at the 5 Star (soon to be manned by Nathan) will be attempting a Goth/Industrial music night. This is not the first time we have made this attempt. The goths/rivetheads in this town are fickle and whine too much. However we feel that this year might be a good time to make the attempt again. We shall see.

4. Game Project: Classified

5. DJ Executive Orders: S9 clearance required for information on this project.

In Conclusion: This year sucked, maybe next year will suck less. On the plus side I am now the weekend door security for the 5 Star. Go me! December is coming to a close. Praise be to the Prophets!

Today just plain sucked. Especially just now. At the 5 star after my shift and now a large group of drunken loud obnoxious people just came in yelling, screaming and generally making a nuisance of themselves. Rewinding to more suck now. Currently the Monday DJ shifts are dead. Justin who did weekend dayshift bar-tending  has taken Jay’s shift and so far his type of crowd has not found their way to come in yet. So tips are currently very very low. On top of it the person who was in the bar my entire shift was an old cantankerous fuck names Larry who has nothing better to do than bitch about my music and complain that he can’t play his shitty old thyme music on the Jukebox. I have determined that fate has kept the dinosaur alive just to spite me. He is the kind of person that when you hear the rumor of the new medical bill forcing euthanasia you say “please?” .

I am in a general funk anyway. Three weeks left of class and I really want it to be over now.  I haven’t gotten any in a few weeks now.  Ok I did about a week ago with my ex Patrick but it wasn’t anything spectacular enough to satiate me for any amount of time. Put all that with the fact that I just don’t feel like interacting with anyone at the moment in any kind of conversation or social group and you got a pretty shitty mood.

It makes me wish I had a boyfriend I didn’t really like so I could take all my frustration out on breaking his pathetic little heart. Only reason to miss Mark. He made a great emotional punching bag. Oh well he is being punched by someone else now so I can take satisfaction in the fact that he has learned nothing from the 2 years we were together. Pathetic…almost too pathetic to hate….almost.

Sometimes I feel like I need a real job to keep me occupied instead of this DJ for tips gig. It’s not the lack of money because honestly I don’t require that much at the moment. It’s more I have time on my hands and my idle hands are most defiantly influenced by a devil or two.

It looks like the drunk bitched are dying down, hopefully they will leave so I can get some peace and quiet before I head off to my bed and pass out.

Euthanize today!

Euthanize often!

Euthanize for out future!

SCIENCE!