Amazing is what I would call it...

Seriously, BRMC put on an amazing show this evening. The sound quality was fantastic and the band was spot-on. I forgot how fan-friggin sexy their music sounds.

I think I hurt myself doing a running body plant on the window of the Atomic Cowboy.

BRMC, belly-aching laughs, bruises and cheap porn (the booth had a cock hole!) is a good night in my book.

The bad news - the Atomic Cowboy no longer serves Frito pies and 5 bucks only gets 3 minutes of porn in a booth (and it's a little cramped with 4 people but I think that's the point). The nerve.

I Dare You

Bauhaus pre-sale are now available at:

http://www.ticketmaster.com/artist/967677/?search_redirect=Bauhaus

The pre-sale code is "bela" and tickets are still available for the pit.

11/05/05 at The Paramount

He is an idiot...

This is the email I received back today in response to yesterday's. Now I have to call him and verbally tell him again that it is OVER. I did get a good laugh at how ridiculous this email is. I think I will go and getting packing for hell b/c I am well on my way.

Karen,

Why don't you just admit you're still in love with me?

I mean we all got our problems, our issues, our way of looking at the world. Why can't we learn to communicate what's important to each of us and make the other one understand? Use the biggest hammer or gentlest feather we can find to make it fit? Yes, we both made mistakes. Throw them out the window and don't let that ruin what could make us both happy for the rest of our lives.

A good example is that I never saw a statement of, "please don't play on the same kickball team as me" in any of the two e-mails you've sent me until the last one (maybe it's a guy way of looking at things versus a girl way of looking at what you wrote). And I proved the "If you think that you might be all freaky at kickball then I'd rather not have you there at all" statement false by not acting freaky at kickball. I thought I handled it rather well!

Karen, life's hard, it's a bitch sometimes. Making a relationship work is the hardest work you will ever undertake. Let me repeat that, there's nothing harder than making it work in a romantic relationship. If you can do that, you can do anything.

You're a procrastinator and I'm impatient. Hell of a combination. Probably one of the worst, but if we can make it work there's no reason why we can't tackle anything the world throws at us.

Can you imagine sitting next to each other on a porch twenty years from now? Can you imagine the strength of the bond we've forged going through all we had to to define what we call love? To hell with what anybody else says, it's what we've done and learned and struggled with that makes us stronger together. We'll make mistakes, we'll say the wrong thing at the wrong time, we'll hurt, we'll laugh, we'll cry, we'll be good, and we'll be bad, but the damn thing which makes it all worth it is it'll be a "we", not an I or a me. And we'll see all of that good and bad in the look we give each other sitting upon that porch all those years from now and we'll know we've loved and lived.

Call it dramatic, Karen, call it whatever term fits, but damn it make it fit.

I don't want to hurt you, I don't want you miserable. I want you as happy as the day we said "thank you" repeatedly to each other while laying in your bed looking at the glow in the dark skeletons. You're a beautiful woman, a dream made real in a world which needs more dreams made real. You don't believe somebody could love you and care about you and think about you and value you so much. I do, Karen. It's real. Whatever WE have to do, WE can do it.

Some of the things in the email are sweet. In general, it is ridculous. I just called him and it took me 10 minutes to convince him he should not show up to kickball again. He gave me his sob story about how he has no friends and that he was starting to finally make some. Then I had to explain to him what happens when people break-up. The people and activities that you enjoy prior to meeting someone stay with you after you break-up. Therefore, I keep kickball at the time of break-up. Also, those are my friends and we no longer share friends. Furthermore, I consistently asked him for space while we were dating and asked after the break-up. He was never able to give me space and this time he knows it loud and clear. I let him know that this time I will not let him be selfish and do what he wants. This time I will get space and keep it. I also let him know that his insecurities and lack of friends are not my problem. I suggested he find other leagues or sports to play.

Pardon My Freedom

I just lost a post TWICE and am pissed as hell about it.

Fuck all.

That post was not meant to be.

Grrrr.

Listening to: !!!

Horchata (the best drink ever) would be the name of my band if I had one

Ok. I've moved on the previous drama of last night. I slept from 10am to 2pm today and I will be getting ready to go to Mariachi America night at Gregorio's soon.

Yes, every Thursday night is Mariachi America night at Gregorio's. Last week was my first time but I think this might just be a weekly habit. Some people say the food is great but I think it is ok. I eat a ton of Mexican food so it is hard to make an impression on me anymore. It's better than Casa Bonita (not hard to do) but not El Taco de Mexico. I'm picky about my horchata and it wasn't very good. I won't be ordering it again. Can anyone suggest other places that make decent horchata?

I wasn't going to blog about what happened at work last night but I feel like I need to get it off my mind. We have a liver transplant that is starting to get belligerent with us. His incision was infected so the staples had to be removed to clean out the infection. The nurses have to place sterile dressing in it (and on it) every few hours. It's a common occurrence. I went in his room at 2 in the morning to check up on him. He had ripped off the dressing and had his fingers in it. By "in it”, I mean in his abdomen you can see his intestines and all that other good stuff. I can handle looking into and at a person's guts; I just can't handle watching them put their dirty nasty fingers in it. I'm just grossed out. I have a germ phobia and that just about did it for me when I looked under his nails and saw how dirty they are. Bleck.

I must go shower for Mariachi America now.