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| Monday, March 30th, 2009 | | 11:57 pm |
Its been a while...
I remembered my password! Damn i was a total douche 5 years ago! That's all for now! | | Saturday, June 19th, 2004 | | 6:10 pm |
The end of an Era!
So if you haven't heard the Laker news, than you are either a hermit who lives in a cage or just don't watch ESPN or read the newspaper. Laker's are in a weird place right now and it's all pretty gay if you ask me. Phil, if you're reading this and I know you are cause you are a live journal buddy of mine. I, and many other loyal fans, appreciate all that you have done for our team. You brought us out of some dark times to win three championships in a row. I love you sooooo much. I don't think that we will ever have a coach quite like you. You will go down in history as one of, or the, best coach ever to coach the Laker's or in the NBA. You will be missed. Peace out buddy. Kobe... WTF Mate? What is wrong with you. Free agent my ass. Wher the fuck are you going to go? The clippers? don't be gay. Just stick with the Lakers and let the team be built around you. You can be the little bases of the buildings of the twin towers. Everything else might be falling down around you, but you need to be steady. Laker's will not be the same without you. And I really don't want to be a Clippers fan. Think about it dude. We are getting rid of a lot of good things to keep you. Shaq, what are you doing. I guess the Laker's wasn't your team after all. Shaq, you should've worked harder, you should've actually done something to show that you wanted to be there. Go somewhere else if you want, but just so you know, we all know every little thing you do, we know your strengths and your weakness', I love you but you gone fucked up man. You may be the most dominant player in the NBA but you have to start showing it. Karl, I am so sorry for everything this year. For your pay cut, for your move, for your knee, for you 11 points a game, for having to deal with the drama of kobe and shaq, for your jersey number change, for the loss of your mom, for the ring we all wanted you to have but couldn't get. You are such an amazing guy. I hope you stick around and try and win a ring or at least stick around for the points. You are fucking rock. Gary.... What the fuck did you do this year. The "glove" didn't fit this time. Just so you know, every foul you committed WAS your fault and we all love to see you bitch about it but, sometimes you just have to accept that you can do wrong. I'm sorry you didn't get the ring, but in my opinion, you didn't deserve it. George, you're my boy. I still believe in you. Hope you stick around cause I got your jersey and don't want it to go to waste. Fox, I think it's time to retire and focus on your car comercials. Get a haircut, and have fun fucking your ex Miss USA wife. You're ok in my book. Jesus Fish-er, hopefully we'll have more 0.4 shots with you on the Lakers. I guess jesus couldn't help you this time. maybe you should become a jew and repent for all the fucked up shots you missed. Slava, you stepped up at the end but it didn't help. Luuuuuuuuuuuuuke and Rush, hope to see you suit up in Purple and Gold next year! Grant and Cook....whatever! | | Monday, June 14th, 2004 | | 11:36 pm |
and another
| How to make a Keith Toll |
Ingredients:
3 parts jealousy
5 parts silliness
3 parts energy |
Method:
Blend at a low speed for 30 seconds. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of lovability |
| | 11:35 pm |
Drink me up baby!
| How to make a Kbusta |
Ingredients:
3 parts success
3 parts courage
3 parts energy |
Method:
Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add lustfulness to taste! Do not overindulge! |
| | Friday, June 11th, 2004 | | 9:16 pm |
I feel like crying...
So today I woke up at 8 a.m. to the annoying sound of my alarm clock. Pressed snooze. 10 minutes later I did it again. For two hours every ten minutes I would press snooze on my alarm clock until I had to get up to iron my shirt for work, shave, shower, and eat. I haven't been eating that much. Since sunday I will list what I've had. 5 weight loss shakes, cause they're all I have in my house and I haven't had time to eat anything, 2 pieces of calamari, a plate of fried rice and 3 pieces of sweet and sour chicken, and a tiny bit of pasta.... and a pazookie last night. I have lost my appetite. So back to my day. I got out of bed with a soar throat and a weird feeling on my lips from putting on chapstick before I went to sleep and it all wore off and my lips hurt. I ironed my shirt, pants, apron, and tie while watching the MTV awards and drinking a weight loss shake. I left for work at 11:30, I was stationed in the outside section of my work but the tables wern't set up so I was the designated food runner. I was cut after 2 1/2 hours and went home. Laurel came over for a half an hour just so I could see her, then was planning on going over to Max's but my mom called and told me that my Grampa is coming over for my sister's graduation from UCSB tomorrow. I wanted to see my Grampa and didn't want to hit the Ronald Reagan traffic so I stayed home. I went outside to play basketbal with my brother and my Grampa pulled up right when we started. So we shot for a little bit then went inside and turned on Reagan's funeral coverage. I was never a fan of his, never really knew much about him. I visited the Library a few times when I was a kid, learned about him in elementary school but it didn't bother me when he died. So I was watching with my family and I felt like crying when Nancy was handed the flag that lay on her dead husbands casket. She lay her head upon his coffin and whispered too it, telling the casket how much she loved him and started crying until her kids came to her side. After that I had dinner with my family and just looked at my Grampa the whole time. My Grampa is so loving and has been doing so good since my Grama died six years ago. He works out every day, has a healthy diet, keeps busy, dates, plays cards. The thing is, is that I'm not ready to lose him. His memory has been going and it's hard to hear him struggle for the words he's trying to think of. He doesn't even remember my Grama that much. I sat outside and smoked a cigar with my dad, mom, and Grampa and had to hear that everything about him is healthy, just got a cancer check up, normal physical, heart stuff, x-rays, all that jazz, but also had to hear the long list of med's he has to take, and had to hear him try and remember which ones they are. So I had to go inside cause I felt like crying. I started to tear up looking at a picture of my grama up in my room and found the teddy bear she gave me when I was in 1st grade that I have had on my bed for all this time but had lost him under my bed and forgot about him till now. It's strange because this is the first time that I cried for my Grama. I never cried over her death. Maybe my Grampa had something to do with it but....I don't know. I have to be awake at 5 and all I want to do is take somthing to make me fall asleep. I have a long day ahead of me. | | 9:12 pm |
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| | Tuesday, June 8th, 2004 | | 3:04 pm |
Fuck!
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, FUCKFUCKFUCK, fuck, FuCk, fUCK, FUck, FUCk, FuCK, fucK, fuCk, FUCK!!! FUCK!!, FUCK!, FUCK!!!!!!!! FUCKKCUFFUCKKCUF, FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKK, FUCKKKKKKKKKKK< FFFFFFFFUCK, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! That's All, Thank you, just had to get that off my FUCKING chest. P.S. FUCK! | | Sunday, June 6th, 2004 | | 12:19 pm |
| | Saturday, June 5th, 2004 | | 12:45 pm |
I said it drunk, I will say it sober!
Last night I probably got THE DRUNKEST i have ever been. 3 glasses of wine, 1/2 a flask of whisky, 2 1/2 Long Islands, 1 1/2 Vodka Redbull, Then whatever was handed to me by my friends on the dance floor....pretty fucked up. So at the end of the night I was in my agressive, but drunk, state of mind as was Danilo. Danilo looked like he was going to kill something. So Leigh and Katie are walking to their cars and I notice these two guys walking over to them, I walked, or stumbled, over to Katie to ask if I should leave them alone or make sure to stand by their sides and not anything happen to them. She didn't want to go anywhere with those guys. So I, being as fucked up as I was talked to the guys, reasoning with them, lying to them, just trying to get them to leave. Guy had the same name as me, so I started reasoning with him, "Look Keith, those girls over there are with me, ones an ex-girlfriend and a good friend of mine the other is one that I'm trying to start a relationship with, Now they're coming home with me" He walked back over to the girls and I walked over and put my arms around both of them and was like what bitch?!? After standing my ground with him asking me to wait 30 seconds for the cops to leave so we could fight, and trying to get me to walk over with him, his friend was like, lets fucking leave, it's not worth it, we have their numbers lets just go. I would love to see their face when they called the numbers they got. They walked away, shoved Paul, and got in their mini van taxi. But back to my point, drunk or sober I wouldn't let anything happen to any of my friends, especially my girls. I think everyone knows that we all have each others backs, just that when I'm drunk, I don't care to get socked in the face sticking up for a friend, I can take the pain. P.S. Leigh hits fucking hard for a GIRL!!! | | Friday, June 4th, 2004 | | 2:14 am |
UHmmmmm....Yeah...anyways.
I had 2 glasses of $500 wine. pretty fucking good. I'm in a happy state of mind. I love everyone. I feel like fucking Roberto Benini....not like fucking him, like having sex with him.....never mind! Good night everyone, I would love to hear from you all! | | Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004 | | 11:24 pm |
Pain, Depression, Heartbrake, Death = ART, LIFE, KNOWLEDGE
I know that a lot of us think of pain, depression, heartache, and death as bad things, but guys what would our world be without it....What would we be without it. I told max a while ago through a hard time, that he has to look at his experiences in a different light. The pain that he's feeling is going to be good for him in the long run. Pain = Art. Amazing art. Max's stuff blows me away, but it would kind of suck if he didn't have hard times in his life. Depression = Poetry. I love poetry, but i hate poetry about a sunny beach day. Poetry is so much better when it's about a love that was lost, a friend dying, a lesson someone's learned. Again, reading all the poetry posted, most of it has to do with pain, lost love, depression. Heartbrake = Music. I love up beat hip hop, but the songs that touch me or that I can understand are songs from the heart. Dashboard Confessional...every songs about a girl. My favorite Dave Matthews song is about a girl he asked to marry him 4 times then she just got up and left. Without these feelings how would our lives be. Especiaaly to all of our poet, musician, acting friends. You can't find a character unless you know where he's coming from. Put part of your pain in that part. Life sucks sometimes, but we learn from it. When you feel shitty, paint a picture, write a poem, write a song, or a book. I love the Lakers. LOVE THEM!!! but how much more sweet is the victory going to be this year since they lost it last year. It would be great to see them win every year, but now that the title will be where i belongs, it means so much more. Apply the lessons you've learned to your future. Remember them for an acting role. Trust me, life without these things would be a world full of ridolin filled zombies. The people that depression has popped out. Edgar Allen Poe, Kurt Cobain, Vangogh, Picasso, Stanley Kubrick, Tony Kushner, Virginia Wolfe, Dave Matthews....the list is endless. | | Tuesday, June 1st, 2004 | | 1:19 pm |
Giving Up!
There's time in everybody's life where they no it's time to give up. Small or big it always sucks to give up. A game, a war, a love....life. No one likes to give up, and you have to think about a lot before you make the decision to throw in the towel. There are so many things that I have stuck out with out giving up. Some for the better and some for the worse, and I really need to say there are about 6 aspects in my life right now that I want or wouldn't mind giving up. Life has changed in the past year, some for the EXTREME better, some fpr the SO-SO, some for the WORSE. I GIVE UP! Take it how you want, I'm not going to tell you what I'm giving up, just don't jump to the conclusions that it's about YOU! Here's my towel, fucking take it! | | Sunday, May 30th, 2004 | | 7:52 pm |
ATTENTION: MEMBERS OF "ABRI" (the other 2 members that is)
Yo homies, Ok........The thought of being on stage with the two of you at the same time makes my fucking heart so HAPPY! This was a creation of the three of us that must be followed through with. Yeah theres lots of drama in our lives but what we have all forgot is that.....well......Drama is our life, maybe not personal drama but, you know. The 3/3 make a whole. That whole has turned into, 2/3's and 1/3's and it sucks. We really need to talk shit out and get our lives back in place. Dudes we had a set Jenga tower, and we've all taken a piece out and it has crumbled but you know what you do? You put it back together and play again. We are the 3 Amigos, the 3 Musketeers, The 3's Company with out 2 girls and a dead gay guy....ouch. We have to fucking stick together. You guys's are my glue. You keep me sane. We can not drift apart. Yeah shit is shaky right now, but I honestly think if the three of us and just the three of us, got together and talked shit out, and yelled, and cried, we could allbe back on normal terms.....best friend terms. You guys are my Abri. You are my shelter. Please....for ABRI......Can't we all just get along. Please search inside yourselves and look at what is really important. P.S. Yes i did make a John Ritter joke. sorry! | | Friday, May 28th, 2004 | | 8:38 pm |
Clear Things Up
Everyone thinks that I am having my vacation from friends to get away from the drama, and all though that is part of it there are other factors. Drama is 25% of why I don't want to talk to anyone. I love being the person that people comes to when they have problems. It makes me feel good that people have someone to confide in and give them advice and I love to be that person. The thing that bothers me is that when I give people advice that would really really help them in any situation that it doesn't seem to stick to them. Yes it does help a lot of the time. Leigh you staying home from the wedding was a great decision and you saw why afaterwards. Max I have been telling you that you needed help outside of your friends and I think you agree it has helped. The thing that bothers me is that I can't tell you over and over what to do to help if it doesn't get applied to your life. Whats the point of three hour talks then. I will always tell you what I think is best for all of you, but I can't stand to sit back and watch people get hurt because they choose a different path. I may not know all the answers but I've been there at the begining of all your problems and know the answers you don't wan't to hear. I would never tell you "I told you so" but it has been on my mind everytime. You don't understand how nice it is to not have to answer the phone, not have to return texts, not to hang out with people. It's nice to not worry where your phone is, it's nice to veg out at home, see movies by yourself, save money on text messages. I haven't even listened to most of my messages because right now, it's nice to not care. I don't want to talk to anyone cause I'm in a mood that no one can fix and why would I drag myself somewhere where I will spoil the fun around me. I know people would say that going out will cheer me up but if you are already determined to have a bad time then that is what you'll have. People will tell me that I need my friends to cheer me up, but I don't....right now. I get cheered up watching movies I have been waiting to see but have not found time, I get cheered up drawing out thoughts on paper, I get cheered up driving to the beach by myself to chill on the farthest rock out in the ocean and smoke an H. Upman Cigar. I know all of you love me and I love you guys a lot more than myself, and that's why I think I need this time. I have put everyones feelings, emotions, and problems before my own, and I am happy to do it. But when something gets to full, you need to empty it. You need to detox. You need time to regroup. This is my rehab. I will be back to pat your back when you need it, listen to you bitch or cry, tell you what needs to be said that no one else will say. Paul and Leigh, I love you guys to death, and just so you guys know, I WILL NOT choose sides of this whole situation. Paul you are my best friend in the world and I've known you longer but I'm not going to take someones side because I love you both and because both of you have reasons and problems that are just as valid as the other. Max, you're my sidekick but I'm not going to bitch about certain things you do and have to give you a reason for why I handle different situations different ways... MY WAYS. My sensitive, nurturing way. I wouldn't kick someone while there down. Remember when Nicole gave you shit after the whole Maliabeth situation. You hated it and came to me. I am not one for tough love. I am enjoying what I'm doing right now. I'll be back in a few days. I'm not being dramatic, I just like not having to answer to anyone or having to return calls or give useless advice if it's not going to be used. Everything that I have told everyone, you all know is the best thing for you. Think about the things that I have told all three of you. Just so you know it's not the three of you I'm not talking to. I haven't talked to anyone. I love you all more than you really possibly know. I would die for every single one of you in a second. Not a thought in my mind would stop me from driving any distance to help you out. Just stop for a second and look at the position I play in your lives and see if you would do the same as what I'm doing now. Maybe you all should do it. Think about it. | | Thursday, May 27th, 2004 | | 8:46 pm |
Day Off
I just want a day off from everything right now. A day off from friends, a day off from girlfriends, a day off from family, a day off from cell phones, a day off from IM's, a day off from texts. Everything is such a downer lately. I have found myself to be a lot more physically agressive in the past few weeks and I think that's because of everything in my life right now. What the fuck ever happened to easy way outs, talks that actually helped, life without jealousy, people getting off my god damn fucking back. I don't want to talk to anybody for the next few days. You can text me but I won't text back. I need some fucking time to regroup, I need time to do other shit other than deal with everyone elses. | | Wednesday, May 26th, 2004 | | 12:31 am |
Fuck EVERYTHING!
I Am SOOOOOO Fucking serious about that fight club. I just need to start one on my own cause i wouldn't be able to fight my friends, because i would let loose and think of every fucking thing I want to hit them in the faces for. I am going to put an add in the paper for a male bonding club. Then get them all together and make their face un-recognizable. SUCH A FUCKING GOOD IDEA! I'm going to hit a tree now. | | Tuesday, May 25th, 2004 | | 1:19 pm |
My Very Own "Fight Club"
So the past couple days I have experienced the pleasure of getting punched. The other night I let my friend get his aggression and anger out on my arm. I somewhat enjoyed it. I actually liked getting hit. I enjoyed the pain. I don't like the pleasure of cutting myself pain, or mental pain, but this physical pain was a release. Last night I was also punched in the chest, to test how strong this girl was. I got the wind knocked out of me, and it stung for a bit, but I still kind of liked. I have been obsessed with Fight Club the past month or so. Read the book twice, watched the movie 20 times, wrote a paper on it, met the star. I would love to actually have a fight club. To top it off I had the weirdest fucking dream last night. I was on a basketball team, but it wasn't the Lakers. The team consisted of, me, Paul, Kobe, Shaq, Jon Zuber, Max, Danilo, and Matt Rapping. Our coach was Eric Augystine, and our court was an basketball court sized black box theatre. We were playing the Pacers but there coach was Phil. I was guarding Reggie, and Reggie threw and elbow in my lip and I could feel it swelling. There was no foul called. Eric stood up and started yelling that my lip was bleeding but I didn't get a foul. Then Phil stood up and started yelling for Eric to stop being a little bitch. With me on the floor, I saw all the Pacers start running behing the theatre seats towards our other players. Then I looked up and saw my team running behind the seats towards them. I see Reggie throw a punch at Paul and I get pissed and run over jump head first into Reggie's face. Reggie hits the floor holding his nose that I just broke. We start going at it along with all the other Pacers and my team mates. The ref's arent stopping it and we were going all at it. Reggie got on top of me and started to pound my face. I could feel my eyes swelling my neck hurting, my lips being crushed into my teeth, but I was smiling, not even trying to fight back. Until I played like I passed out. When Reggie stopped I jumped on top of him and started letting loose. I just gave him a punch one after the other until I fist was bruising. It was finally broken up after Reggie was out cold. I suddenly woke up. I didn't move at first. My face felt numb. My window was open blowing cold morning air on my face. I couldn't open my eyes. I thought they were swolen shut. I tried to lick my lips becasue they're always chapped in the morning, and i tasted blood. I went downstairs to the bathroom and I actually had a bloody nose. My nose was fucking bleeding. I never get nose bleeds. Not in dry weather or anything. I went back upstairs and looked at the wall by my pillow and there was smeared blood on the wall. I figured that I either hit my face against the wall or I punched my self in my sleep thinking it was Reggie. Eith way, my chest is bruised from getting punched and my nose is soar. Fucking weird dude! | | Monday, May 24th, 2004 | | 2:01 pm |
Hell Hath No Fury Like Our Friends
I was just watching Sopranos and a thought came to my head. The Sopranos group is a lot like my group of friends. They fuck around, smoke and drink all the time. They don't arrive to or leave a meeting without a hug or kiss on the cheek. And when something goes wrong, you have their friends to answer to or just get shot or strangled. I think the best thing for all of us to do when we're frustrated or upset is to go out sleep with a prostitute, shoot up some "H", go to the strip club, or shot some one's head off. who's with me. Anbody you wanna kill? | | Wednesday, May 19th, 2004 | | 11:47 pm |
Ode to a hairy lip
You sat across the table, Thinking you were such hot shit, You're new ass tatoo, Made it really hard to sit. You really tried to flirt, But instead you got shot down, With your fake blonde hair, Your roots were visibly brown. I sat their thinking, While your arm went out to reach, For the drink out on the table, Which was your third "sex on the beach" There was something there about you, That I just couldn't grip. Till You lifted your third drink, To your hairy upper lip. I was shocked and in awe, Could this really be? That a chick with a mustache, Would actually hang out with Leigh? She tryed to get me to talk, But my eyes were on the TV. I was afraid to look at her lip, Which was hairier than me. I did the best I could, To try not to look or stare, But it shocked me see her with, A full upper lip of hair. Now, she may get some action, Though I really don't know why, Cause the thought just makes me sick, It would be like kissing a guy. I don't know if I could fuck her, I'd probably get to scared Cause all I'd be thinking bout, Is that lip she should have naired. | | Wednesday, May 12th, 2004 | | 12:57 am |
If I was....
If I were a king I would...lie in my bed till noon then go for a dip in my swimming pool of gold coins. If I were the president...I would have an affair with a hot intern and put Bill Clinto too shame, then let all my gay friends get married. If i were homeless...I would never stop traveling, and sell hotdogs on Hollywood and LaBrea to drunk kids on weekends. If I were a woman...I would find the biggest thing I could and stick it in my vagina. If I were a celebrity...I would go out with all my famous friends and best friends and then find a young theatre group trying to get off it's feet and give them money to produce it. If I were a teacher...I would make every word out of my mouth worth listening. If I were a dad...I would take my kids to a dodger game and pigout on peanuts and dodger dogs. If I was old...I would rock on my rocking chair from dusk till dark with a cigar in one hand a nursery rhyme book in the other and my grandchild on my knee. If I was Rolland...I would shave my back. If I was a dog...I would lick my own nuts and drink out of the toilet. If I were in paradise...I would watch the sunset over the ocean with a corona and a blunt. If i were a basketball star...I would play for the Lakers and kill the Kings. If I were a hitman...I would kill Bibby. If I was gay...I would have sex with Johnny Depp. (Wait what?) |
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