Achilles' Heel

Life trips me out sometimes. I remember about a year and a half ago lying in bed in jail thinking about what I wanted my life to be like when I got out. I find myself looking around and that's exactly what I see. Everyday. It's wild. Suddenly everything is happening. Danielle will be not be here this weekend as planned. Next weekend Steph,Meagan, and I are roadtripping it to Dallas to see The Deng and hopefully get to visit Danielle then. She will no longer be mentioned here. On a lighter note, I met a guy. His name is Carlos Fabelá.

The show was crazy. Rob gave me free tickets to come and yell (and ultimately vote) for them. My friend Bryce and I picked Meagan up from workin at Freebirds and we headed downtown. Turns out they didn't need us there to yell, as the crowd swole, chanting "Pocket! Pocket! Pocket!" as the guys took the stage. They were on fire. Jack was so hot on the Bass. And Rob, and Travis, and it was fucking awesome. And then they won. By a long shot too. They actually fucking won. I have never been so happy in one moment like that in a looong time. Jumping up and down and screaming with glee. Giddy. So they went backstage to do what bands do backstage and we went to go switch cars and it was such a good night that I needed some air, and held my head out the window of the car and ended up puking on the road. And even peeing in the parking lot after I cleaned up. You'd think I'd be too old for that shit but that's when you know you've had a fun night, right? So then it was on to the afterparty. Where I met Carlos. There's just something about that hispanic skin. Joey ruined me for it. Now it's my achilles' heel. We just really hit it off like I hadn't hit it off with someone in a long time. He (gasp!) conversated with me. So he got my number and called me the next day. He came over and he put his arm around me on the couch and we just watched tv and talked. Sex and the City was on, and he laughed a lot. He's got curly dark hair. Dimples. Really pretty. Except that he's 19. Nineteen years old. I find myself in the same situation as the yossarian with his girls, as I desire the older men, but can only attract the fuckin boys. But you would have never guessed it in Carlos. He must have seen some shit that makes him somewhere around my age spiritually. I kissed him goodnight when he left. That's exactly what it was, a good, old-fashioned goodnight kiss. He said he wished he could stay longer. I only smiled. It was so refreshing. I might end up actually liking this guy. But of course he didn't call me back yesterday. We will just have to see what happens I guess.

Oh yeah I almost forgot to tell ya'll the funniest part of the night. This nerdy guy at the afterparty. Oh man. So he was pretty much all over Meagan as soon as we get there, and being how Meagan is, she put it quite bluntly to him that she didn't have it for him like that and he moved on to me by the end of the night, after Carlos left my side. He mentions to me how cute I am. I tell him thank you and that I appreciate it. I guess I made the mistake of smiling at him or something, because when I had my head turned he leans over and whispers in my ear that he'd eat my pussy "all night long." Ew! I couldn't even look him in the face. I gave Meagan the girl look and we promptly left and when I told her why she told me he had said a variation of the same thing to her! "I'll eat your pussy like none other." What the hell kind of thing is that to say to a lady?? I mean come on.

Jam for the Day: Peace Frog by The Doors

King Of The Road

That's my boy in the DuPont 24 in the lead in the road course race at Sonoma, California.

He led most of the race.

And proceded to motherfucking win.

Yes.

A perfect time to annouce his engagement to his longtime girl.

(Unfortunately, that's not Blush there with him.)

It's been a winning weekend, to say the least.

Rock On, Jeff.

Second To None

The Fucking Deng

Rob Rocking The Parish

Travis, a.k.a Frenchie on Lead Guitar

Waiting For The Results...

Time to Celebrate! We're Going to Dallas Baby!

Weekend Update

So I've got some new links around the old reality. Just a bit more More Foolishness. Check out the Foolish Quick Reference for an even more voyeuristic look at your girl and the people she loves. And there's even more to devour under Guardez la Foi. I also updated my pet side project, save courtney love, so you might just wanna check out the insanity surrounding my girl over there. Tonight I am going to see and support
The Deng playing in the state final of their battle of the bands. If they win tonight, they go to the national finals in Dallas, and will get much warranted attention. Not to mention, the guys are gonna chip in for a "party" bus so that all their friends can go. Now I don't know much about party buses, but I know that the Party Bus sounds like somewhere I wanna be. So I'm going to yell my heart out for them tonight. That's what friends are for, right?

Meet Me In The Bathroom

That's a picture of Conor Oberst (of Bright Eyes) that I took at a show approximately one year ago. A proud moment for all involved.
Danielle is coming in for the 4th. Hooray!
I got my mp3 player back from being replaced today and I'm so excited that I must share with ya'll the cool-ass music I'm jamming. My life is pretty empty. Yeah.

The Game Needed Me - Minus The Bear
Gold Lion - The Yeah Yeah Yeahs
You Look Good on the Dance Floor - Arctic Monkeys
A Perfect Situation - Weezer
Make Damn Sure - Taking Back Sunday
Room On Fire - The Strokes
Malibu - Hole
Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games - Of Montreal
Rapture Rapes the Muses - Of Montreal
Pachuca Sunrise - Minus The Bear
Under Control - The Strokes
I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues by Elton John
Oh Well - Fiona Apple
Extraordinary Machine - Fiona Apple
Not About Love - Fiona Apple
A Better Version of Me - Fiona Apple
The Window - Fiona Apple
Shadowboxer - Fiona Apple
Fade Into You - Mazzy Star
Backslider - The Toadies
Tyler - The Toadies
I Come From the Water - The Toadies
In The Aeroplane Over The Sea - Neutral Milk Hotel
Oh, Comely - Neutral Milk Hotel
Spent On Rainy Days - Bright Eyes
Lover I Don't Have to Love - Bright Eyes
Bowl Of Oranges - Bright Eyes
Crazy - Gnarls Barkley
Razorblade - The Strokes
Best Sunday Dress - Hole
Mono - Courtney Love
That's The Way - Led Zeppelin
New Slang - The Shins
El Scorcho - Weezer
Ignition (Remix) - R. Kelly
Bitches Ain't Shit (Dr. Dre cover) - Ben Folds

It's taken me too long to say this, but I wouldn't mind if every song in the world sounded like Backslider by the Toadies. However, it is all about their song Tyler.
Rock On.

Tubing...On A Sunday Afternoon

Yesterday Meagan and Steph and I drove out to the Guadalupe River to float around and drink beer all afternoon. I had never been and it was really fun. I mean just the idea sounds like heaven, right? We packed a picnic lunch to eat in our tubes. Turkey sandwiches, chips, even strawberries and chocolate dip. Yeah. We got some beer and iced it and stripped down to our swimsuits and took off. Floating, drinking. Floating, eating. Floating, smoke a cigarette. Floating, more drinking. It was divine. Then we got to the first set of "rapids." We've been in a drought, and although it rained the night before, the water was quite shallow. We got stuck on the rocks. I finally loosed myself and my tube spun me around backwards. Suddenly I hit a rock from behind that catapults me into the water, and onto the rocks. You know how sometimes when you fall you know you're about to?? Not this time. That shit came out of nowhere. So I pop out of the water and my first instinct is to hold my beer above it. Yeah. I'm not used to swimming in current. I quickly abandoned that idea, and the survival instinct kicked in. Good thing I am a strong swimmer. There are rocks right underneath me. I keep scraping them with my legs, so I make myself as flat as possible and try to slide over them. I'm trying to maneuver around the big sharp ones that are sticking out of the water. I don't know how much more I can take judging by the length I've yet to go. There's another girl stuck on a rock. In her tube. Yes. She's like, here, get in!! I fumble my way in there and off we go until we're finally in calm waters again. I swim back to my girls with my sunglasses still on my face, only bleeding a little, and a crushed, empty beer can in a koozie that read "I have a clear conscience and a bad memory" that I wasn't about to let go of. Laughing.

That was most of the excitement for the day, until Meagan spilled the chocolate all over herself and I laughed so hard I pissed myself. Guess you had to be there, heh.

Jam for the Day: The Joker by Steve Miller Band