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Wednesday, March 29th, 2006
4:23 am	(5 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 1st, 2006
10:55 pm	It is at this time I would like to retract any kind comment said in yesterdays post about Jeorge the other lowely host. For many years, those who know me know, I was like a hermit. I simply did not let people close to me. If they got too close I pushed them away. It was as if I could be standing right next to someone and they would seem a million miles away. For the last year or so I have tried to do the opposite, let people close, not be so distant however today I discovered just why I once was the way I was. The thesis-People Are Fucking Assholes. I shall use events from today to support my thesis. Jeorge likes to trash talk. I questioned as to whether Jeorge would be able to trash talk with my fist lodged in his mouth however better sense got the best of me. (It happens). Lets's fast forward to make a long story short.... It raineth in the city of angels. ErectusIncapleOfThoughtus (The Scientific name for Jeorge) come up with the idea of holding people's unbrellas at the host stand. So he finds a trash can and has the guest dump the umbrellas in this can. He then writes down their name and a short description of the umbrella. It was a good thing not many people would have umbrellas that would fit the description of "Short And Black" because that could get confusing. So then a guest come up and rutro-there umbrella is missing. "You gave the umbrella to the wrong person." offers Jeorge "Umm, no, can't say I did there Jeorge. They must have stolen it directly from here or perhaps took the wrong one directly from here." Jeorge takes down the information from the guest and they leave. Our conversation continues. "Well where were you?" "You're not supposed to leave this stand. It wouldn't have happened if you were doing your job." "Actually Jeorge there are several times a day when I suppose to leave my stand. I couldn't do my job if I didnt leave my stand." "No, absolutely not" "Actually Jeorge yes, perhaps you should read your job description. I have" "Look I have been doing this way longer than you have. " "Wow. Really? I thought you would be so much better at it by now then." "Keep talking. You trying to cut me down to size?" "Heavens no, I thought about it, but then realized if I 'cut you down to size' what would be left small fry." "If you had been doing..." "Yes, I've heard this reteric before. I thing we pretty much know we disagree. The system you are using for checking the umbrellas is stupid. We need a number system. Tag the umbrella with the number. Works much better. So the customer says "12" or hands us the other half of the tag and then we know its that umbrella." "O, and you're just now mentioning this. Why didn't you mention this before" "I did Jeorge you were too busy listening to the sound of your own voice to realize it. Besides, we dont have the supplies for it now. And I'm tired of listening to your crap, you have one opinion, I have anbother leave it at that." And bascially that went on for a bit...and that was my 1st. Yeah, woot. Jason Hit me up. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
12:59 am	I had to work tonight. I met a really awesome co-worker named Jeorge. He's half..well 3/4th crazy but he was fun to "play" with during my shift. He totally cheated at hangman-bitch. So the restaurant closed at 11pm and I locked the doors. Minutes later, another host alerted me that a man appeared leaning upside the elevator shaft thingy right outside our front door staring inside the restaurant. I went out of site for more than half an hour before cam back downstairs to learn creepy man was still there. The other host being a pre-closer left and called like twenty minutes later and asked if the man was still there-he was. He suggested I alert the manager. Well many many more minutes pass and some guest come downstairs and I let them out. While the door was open I ask this man "Are you waiting on someone?" He looks in my direction-says nothing. After every guest comes down I make sure the door latches and relocks. A couple other employees ask from time to time if he is still there to which I replied he was. Many more minutes pass, much time after closing, he is still there so I go upstairs and ask around to see if anyone has a clue. I ask one girl who takes a look down and again suggest I alert a manager. Then I ask another server who asks what he looks like to which I reply "Eh, kinda plain really ugly sweater snaked eyed evil looking." To which he replied "Thats my husband". I desperately looked for some type of sweetner to make the consumption of my foot somewhat tolerable. I go back downstairs and hang out at the host stand waiting for the last guest to leave when my manager appears. She asks a couple of unrelated questions then starts the question "You do know that is.." To which I reply "I know now. He was just freaking me out." She didnt make a big deal, in fact let it go at that then goes outside and offers him a seat inside while he waits. Then they talk. I hear my manager say "Yes, see he is not allowed to let anyone in after closing." They chitty chat for longer before she comes back in. I wait a few then go outside to greet him. "I apologize for that sir, I didnt know who you were." "I am horribly offended. You made fun of me for twenty minutes" "Sir, I didn't make fun of you. I was concerned for who you were." "I could be anybody..." I cut in "Exactly sir. New Years Eve. Los Angeles. Outside of a restaurant thats been closed for nearly an hour. Exactly. You could be anybody." More conversation emerges ends on a more pleasant note. After the last guest left I clocked out and headed out, he was still there. "What your name?" A pause, "Terry" "I'm Jason. Happy New Years Terry" I shake his hand and head for my car. And that was my new years summary...yay. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, December 14th, 2005
1:08 am	(2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 13th, 2005
12:56 pm	So about thirty minutes ago I arrive at my home in a certain sector of Los Angeles when a car full of Mexicans drive past me. Their stare was intense, especially the guy in the passenger seat. I grab my newly bought book from my own passenger seat when I take a glance in my rear view mirror-the car is turning around and slowly approaching me. I exit my car shut, lock the door, and take a few steps away and stand as they drive past me. The man in the passenger seat throws up a symbol with his hand. They pass me several yards then two of of the passengers stick their heads out the window and yell several things in Spanish. They stop at the end of the road for a good two minutes. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 9th, 2005
12:50 pm	Dearest Friends, it is so sad that I do not have the internet at home thus I have been using it at my local library where the Nazis, I mean Librarians, have myspace.com and instant messaging blocked because it is of the devil. On a funny note the library has a big sign on the front entrance that reads "NOW HIRING LIBRARIANS" At first glance I thought the sign read "NOW HIRING LEZBIANS". Go figure, my mind's in the gutter. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, October 23rd, 2005
1:01 am	Not So Dear Andy, I regret that I have wasted so much time on my life trying to be your friend. Trying to make you accept me, care about me, and think highly of me. Well, today I discovered you're not worth it. I could have spent that time trying to get someone else to care for me-myself. While you are a no stranger to failure I have faith that you will not fail in your quest to push away everyone who ever tried to get close to you. So, yes, now I will let you go to soak in your miserable existence. A SomeBody, Jason Ps- I hope you get lost in the desert with a leather tounge crawling to your doom while being ass fucked by a camel. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, October 14th, 2005
1:56 pm	I've moved. I'm single. I'm ready to mingle. (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 25th, 2005
10:50 pm	I wrote this really quick for some laughs. I'm just writing this for fun. If I were seriously writing this I would clean the story up more, trim fat, and so forth. INT. KITCHEN -- NIGHT The sound of the front door slamming echoes through the house as JASON, a guy of pure sexy passion, enters. When suddenly a new sound is heard. Hissing. Jason slowly makes his way thought the front room, the kitchen, the laundry room, and stops shy of his bedroom door. VOICE I am the one who dwells within! Jason shakes as he opens the door to find a woman laying in his bed. Her eyes are pure blackness, her hair mangled, her teeth showing. She looks up at Jason. POSSSESSED WOMAN I am the one who dwells within! JASON And I'm the one who dwells elsewhere. Bye. Jason runs like mad out of the house. EXT. JASON'S PLACE -- MOMENTS LATER Jason Jumps in his car and drives like a bat out of hell toward 101 South. EXT. HIGHWAY 101 -- MOMENTS LATER POSSESSED WOMAN I'm am the one who dwells within!! Jason slams on brakes, the car fish tails onto the highway shoulder. GOOD SAMARITAN Who the hell are you!? POSSESSED WOMAN One, two, three, four, five, six names! JASON Sleepy, Dopey, Bashful, Grumpy-- POSSESSED WOMAN NOOOOOOOOOOOO! JASON Ok, Paul, Ringo, George-- POSSESSED WOMAN NO!! I am the one that dwells within Nero, Cain, etc..etc.. I am the one who dwells within Lucifer! Jason watches in the rear view mirror in horror as the woman's head rotates. JASON Well I'm gonna leave yall alone now! Jason runs out the car across the highway narrowly missing a collision. The possessed crawls into the drivers seat and drives away. She cuts off a driver who pulls up beside her gives her an evil look. She turns to him, grits her teeth, and gives him the bird. She drives, and drives, and drives until she finally exits in Los Angeles. INT. WEST LA -- LATER The possessed woman slams on breaks. She crawls on top of the car and sits. A good Samaritan stops and rolls down his car window. GOOD SAMARITAN Hi, are you lost? POSSESSED WOMAN I am the one who dwells within Nero! GOOD SAMARITAN Nero...Nero..I think thats down around Long Beach..No wait, it many near Compton..hang on. The Samaritan flips through his THOMAS GUIDE. GOOD SAMARITAN Ya know I'm not seeing it. POSSESSED WOMAN I am the one that dwells within Cain! The Samaritan flips again through his guide. GOOD SAMARITAN No, not seeing that either. Sure its in LA? POSSESSED WOMAN I am the one who dwells within Judas! The Samaritan flips through his guidew shaking his head. GOOD SAMARITAN Nope, nope. POSSESSED WOMAN I am the one who dwells within LUCIFER!! GOOD SAMARITAN My my you do get around. The possessed woman head rotates. The Samaritan slams on the gas. The possessed woman does a flip off the car onto the pavement. She drives off to.. INT. EAST LA -- MOMENTS LATER The possessed woman slams on breaks for a red light in a broken downn drug ridden part of town. The light turns green. A ghetto car pulls up behind her full of gang members. They blow their horn. No movement. The possessed woman pokes her head out of the window. POSSESSED WOMAN I am the one who dwells within! GANG MEMBER #1 Bitch, I don't care where the hell you dwell. The possessed woman gives the gang members the bird. They exit the vehicle. So does the possessed woman. POSSESSED WOMAN I am the one who dwells within Nero! GANG MEMBER #2 Why don't you take your slut ass back there before I cap yo sorry ass!? POSSESSED WOMAN I am the one who dwells within Cain! GAN MEMBER #3 I don't care how many people yo slut ass has slept with! Get the hell outta streets! POSSESSED WOMAN I am the one who dwells within LUCIFER!!! Her head rotates. GANG MEMBER #4 Bitch, I dwell within East LA! That shit don't scare me! The possessed woman frustrated throws her hands up in despair and drives away. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 18th, 2005
1:36 am	(2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 7th, 2005
12:17 am	INT. LARGE AUDITORIUM -- MOMENTS LATER Harold stands up making a camotion. KATHRINE Harold, what are you doing? Sit down! HAROLD Kathrine, I have to pee. KATRHINE You can pee later! You're disturbing people. HAROLD Think how disturbed they'll be when I piss on them Kathrine, move over. KATHRINE Always so difficult. (Comment on this)
Monday, September 5th, 2005
4:57 pm	CALLING ALL READERS I would like some volunteers to read my current screenplay and comment wiht their reflections. This is not one of my classic request for readers and I never post the material. In fact I have some material ready right now. I plan to post about 9-12 pages every day to three days (remember screenplay pages are nowhere near as dense as pages of a novel. They read quickly) and get your reflections. Thanks, comment to this post and I will create a special "Friends Only" group for this. (Comment on this)
12:04 am	Kelly And Tyler sit on the edge of the pier fishing. Tyler looks enthused while Kelly looks horribly frustrated. KELLY Tyler, there are no fish in this lake. TYLER Sure they are. Just yesterday I caught a fish that was this big! Tyler shows off the length of his alleged catch with his hands. KELLY O bologna Tyler. Like the time Santa got caught in your chimney and you spent all night getting him loose to save Christmas? TYLER Hey! That happened! Luckily I had just lost a tooth so when the tooth fairy came she sprinkled him with pixie dust and he floated right on out of there. KELLY Pixie dust? Thats TinkerBelle Tyler. TYLER They're related! (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 1st, 2005
11:47 pm	Jason's Weekly Cutie: (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 27th, 2005
12:30 am	Someone show me a way to get outta here. 'Cause I constantly pray I'll get outta here. Please won't somebody say I'll get outta here. Someone gimmie my shot, or I'll rot here! (Downtown) Show me how and I will, I'll get outta here. (There's no rules for us) (Downtown) I'll start climbin' up hill and get outta here. ('Cause it's dangerous) (Downtown) Someone tell me I still could get outta here. (Where there rainbow just doesn't show) Someone tell lady luck that I'm stuck here! (When you get...) (Downtown) Gee it sure would be swell to get outta here. Bid the gutter farewell and get outta here. I'd move heaven and hell to get outta Skid. I'd do I don't know what to get outta Skid. But a hell of a lot to get outta Skid. People tell me there's not a way outta Skid. But believe me I gotta get outta Skid Row! (Comment on this)
Friday, August 26th, 2005
2:57 pm	Is Happiness Out There? (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 23rd, 2005
1:05 pm	To My Family, Thank you so much for all the birthday cards, the happy birthday emails, the happy bday phone calls. O wait, there were none. Jason (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 20th, 2005
5:18 pm	I just discovered my purpose in life: To Suck In Oxygen (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, August 19th, 2005
5:27 pm	I bought approx. fifty dollars worth of groceries and headed out of the store when I realized I had forgotten something so I parked my cart beside the door and ran back inside.  Three minutes later I emerged from the store to find my groceries stolen.  I looked around, asked around, for about fifteen minutes then deemed them stolen.  I can't afford to rebuy these groceries until next Friday. Even though I feel frustrated in the words of the great Forest Gump "Shit Happens".  My only hope is whoever took them was homeless and will be able to feel nurished and a sense of normalcy if only for one night. I suppose If I were in his/her shoes stealing groceries to survive would not be above me. (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, August 15th, 2005
12:05 am	Yes Please. Mac is such a cutie. I'm crushed. (10 Comments |Comment on this)