sea isle city

so i've been in sea isle for like 3 days now and it's the typical vacation that i do every year. go fishing crabbing and clamming. huge family dinners of flounder crab cakes and all the sweet jersey corn on the cob you can eat. one of jon's coworkers just sent a text asking "what idiots are goin fishing tomorrow, do we smoke cigars and are we each gonna have a case of beer?" so i responded "im goin fishing and i smoke beer and drink cigars" should be an interesting day. now im off to see the dark knight with jon and liz in ocean city.

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crazy neighbors

so last night the guys came over for our weekly band practice. we had to get a lot of work done so we played till about 8:30 when the loser, unemployed, drug addict neighbor came over and screamed at me on my front porch about how he's sick of this fucking bullshit and he wants it to stop or he is going to have the police come and he's gonna come over and "FREAK OUT" so needless to say we stopped playing and called the police because while the knuckle dragging bastard was ranting he was waving a joint around which filled my living room with the pungent odor of weed. Unfortunatly office hours at the pennridge police station are 8am to 4pm. so i didnt get the police to arrest that asshole for posession of an illegal substance, trespassing and harassment. on a happy note i did go out for a thin mint blizzard with the band and emily and it was pure dead brilliant. then we did the nightly ritual thing and sat on wes's pool deck talking about random stuff that has happened in our lives. over and out

broken strings, kittens, russians and of course food

so it's been a while...as you all know i play in a band called "The Sex Panthers" with wes, jeff and rob. we played a show a few weeks ago which was a total disaster due to the amount of alcohol consumed by a certain 4 members of the band. jeff and i showboated around, wes got mad and i broke a string in a the middle of our last song. so jeff created the new band motto that has something to do with not drinking before or during shows. Good idea jeff!!!!! next topic, kittens, so i was sam fitz roy's grad party and her mother walked by and dropped a kitten in my lap. after having the little fuzz ball for a good 5 hours i decided to take it home. it is currently residing in a very large box in my living room. i took the kitty to the vet today and it has a lung infection and an eye infection. so the little thing is gonna be living in my house for a few more days until it's all better. so for the russians, there are currently 3 russian girls living in perkasie who are all very nice. One of them, Marina, just turned 20. So on Friday there was a party. Russian traditions are odd and that girl bit me 3 times because she was trashed. so next on the agenda is food. the perk and pmrs, my 2 jobs. one is layed back the other is hell. PMRS is a pharmecuetical company in horsham where i work with adam burke to feed 50 of the employees. it could quite possibly be the sweetest job other than playing in a band. So the perk is fun but... it's like working with a crew of pirates. the food is good but im getting burned out. i work too much

getting started

so this is blogging...kinda seems like an online diary to me. remember xanga? will this be the new hot trend that everyone logs onto everyday so they can read their friend's posts and comment about bad days, good days or witty little stories? I guess i'll find out soon enough...