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    <title>update in this modern sexy worldly world</title>
    <published>2005-06-26T07:12:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-26T07:12:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">some times i pass gall stones of love onto the stomachs of unicorns.....  wait, that sounds like a sweet tatoo.  Also, i'm realy into ABBA, but does anyone have an album (not greatest hits) for me to listen to? perhaps the best ABBA album ever released? what kind of b-side accompanied MAMMA MIA? Or WATERLOO?  They are severly underrated, maybe the firs RIOT GRRL band? except for that guy, but hey, i think le tigre has one, or is that all of them? HAHAHAHAHAHAAHH, what a bunch of womanazis... i mean, i love their work. that john cassavettes song really made me want to dance!. whats your take, bitches?!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:megasuperstore:49773</id>
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    <title>I miss baltimore</title>
    <published>2005-05-25T05:01:06Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-25T05:01:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think this is the first time that i have ever really missed baltmore. well thats not true but i have'nt felt the need to return there until i read about an article in BBCNEWS.COM.  it seems that in the unending fight drug dealers have with the baltimore police, both sides are now issuing videos. the first is from the drug dealers' side which preaches people to "stop snitching," on dealers to the cops.  There are also T-shirts with the same slogan.  the baltimore police department has issued a retalitory dvd and t-shirt with the theme and slogan of "keep talking". i want both t-shirts and videos.  Also, Carmello Anthonty, a pro-basketball player for the Something Watevers is in the "stop snitching" dvd.  this is just incredible. firstly i had no idea that Carmello Anthony was from baltimore, which makes me proud that another baltimorean has become a national celebrity and the fact that he shows so much city pride that he is in a video comdeming those who snitch on drug dealers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the link :  &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4570765.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/4570765.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and fuck the jewyork times for not covering this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for any friends of mine in baltimore reading this, if you could get me those videos or t-shirts (the stop snitching one is for sale at the eastside mall) i would appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baltimore city still fucking rocks even though it is a violent cesspool.</content>
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    <title>nightclub jitters</title>
    <published>2004-11-02T07:18:52Z</published>
    <updated>2004-11-02T07:18:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ok. that last post, what a doozy. it was one of those, "maybe i should have slept on it entries." this one today, well this is more like. you always think you've begun to dislike a city when it surprises you by letting you know that the homeless people here like to exercise. yup, i saw a homeless dude doing pushups on the way to work. who says you have to have a job to be sex? but unfourtunatly for the bum he was'nt getting "full extension" on those babies. as cliff pointed out "he would be better off doing girl push-ups" and i for one agree.</content>
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    <title>is growning up getting moldy?</title>
    <published>2004-10-31T07:07:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-31T07:07:08Z</updated>
    <lj:music>a talking heads song that my neighbors blasting</lj:music>
    <content type="html">san francisco is'nt all faggots and sunshine. well thats not true, its also full of douchey looking 30 somethings. but other than that i think i'm still luke warm about this place. last night i went to a "haloween" "party" at some girls house with my roomates.  we all dressed up in costumes and got there to find that the most interesting costumes were ours. and we were the youngest people there. these people were all around the age of sean, thats 30 or something. so, being bored with the people i turned to their most interesting guest, a large pot of heated rum cidery drink. and drank i did. but no amount of drinking made me enjoy the party more or make me any crazier.  was it me? did i get boring? no! they were the boring ones, i mean who brings an infant to a party? jesus, put it in a dumpster and meet us as the party with your dancing shoes on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is progressing. the video game thing is getting pretty old and i can no longer justify spending my money on things that bring me temporary happiness (gamecube) anymore. i know that i need to make a big decision with work but i'm just unable to make up my mind. thats not a bad thing its just that i've never really had to make any "life choice" like this before. at least i'm not living with too many people who are being immensely successfull. well vito is a pretty good role model. i do like his lifestyle of playing online poker all day and his ocassiional trips to the grocery store to bring home dozens of eggs for our daily "egg parties". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think whats really got me fucked up is my schedule, i mean my weekend is thursday and friday. i'm forever excluded from this city's raindeer games because i have to work on saturday and sunday. i've tried drinking on the traditional weekend but the next day i can barely do my job. ha ha, yeah i guess its funny "you dont have to worry about a hangover when you're playing videogames" but well its easier to play them when you're not running to the bathroom to take a shit caused by all the beer your drank the night before or a pounding headache that is worsened by the glare of a tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i can rely on the fact that not many of you other people out there are better off than me. unless you are, in which case everything you've read up until now is a lie and i'm having the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really i think i just miss going to a party and not having to worry about making friends, jesus i've been doing that for 24 years and i think i've got enough! i mean they're all awesome, they're just not here. thats kinda sad. well i think its time to start a new regimnend. so i'm gonna see you guys later and hopefully i'll be able to go back to boston and visit all those cool people that i miss, and to tell you all to your face that its your fault that i'm sometimes unhappy here in sanfran shitco.</content>
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    <title>jeff bridges is FEARLESS</title>
    <published>2004-09-16T07:36:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-16T07:36:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SO, i moved. yeah thats right, i moved to san francisco, and then, i visited boston. HA. thats right, i was right under your noses and you did'nt even know it. only a select few were privy to my secret plan to snub the whole of boston! HAHAHAHAH HAHA HAHA HA HAH AAAA... so well things are good here, i've got a job testing video games with cliff. they've just put me on the online portion of a game that ships soon and then there will be other projects. this time of the year is apparently their "slow" period, i guess nerds need their naps too. and its true, i do work with nerds. i'm sure i might give you all some insight into their horn-rimmed personalities as i begin to know them. but for now they are like a wild pack roaming on the plains while i the ever watchful something watches them from my watchful pertch atop a watchfull tree watching over the watchful plains that the nerds are wildy roaming in watchful packs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, meeting people here is weird. my newest roomate is pretty cool. her friends are interesting enough, one is a standup comedian and the other is in a comedy troup. i always thought that if i met a comedian, well they would be you know, funny. maybe its split from who they "really" are. specifically, this guy christian, who by all accounts should be funny, well from the stories i was told his comedy "stchick" was to make the audience as uncomfortable as possible. but when i met him, he seemed like anyone else. i was a little dissapointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats when i got a faux-hawk, haircut. yeah roomate pressure and boredom make for three girls with scissors cutting your hair. it only it were sexual and not a hair cut. oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go guys and dolls, watching, like the subject said the movie FEARLESS. and its got my best friend Jeff Bridges. late.</content>
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    <title>i think its sour danielle</title>
    <published>2004-08-22T08:42:57Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-22T08:42:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">third day in san fransisco. thats right you assholes, i'm herre.  so, moving stuff in with my dad. have a bed and some shelves on my wall. not too much. still dont have a job, prospects, or much fun. most likely due to the fact that i have'nt been able to "absorb" local culture. the road trip with my dad has'nt ended. we took the country in about 6 days. so its all been a blur. a few highlights have been free 72oz. steaks at the BIG TEXAN in amarillo. if you can eat it in an hour its free. but 72oz is about 6lbs of meat. come get some, like my big meat that i stole from the itialian festival in venice....venice beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;danielle has told me that i'm a hot commodity because i'm young and straight. well the markets gone cold on straight boys.  its really weird that she would think that. this city, althought full of gays seems a lot like boston in the spring and summmer. we've been going to a bar called the molotov, similar to the model but a lot cleaner. like a yuppie dive. or a disneyland filled with hipsters. i miss everyone who reads this, mainly becuase you probably owe me money and my unemployement will reach astronomical proportions. unless i can get that game testing job at cliffs office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in general its been pretty weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some personal messeges to people that may or may not read this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sofya, you were extremely underrated by man but i've always enjoyed your haircuts and witty remarks on the local boston hip scene. very messengery.&lt;br /&gt;joe, i've thought of a new movie based on the donner party. try to work out the rest but i think the title should be called DONNER and the tag line should go as follows: EXPLOSION, SCREAMS, FIREBALL INTO THE SCREEN.&lt;br /&gt;                                                   VOICEOVER: WELCOME TO THE PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;                                               GIANT LETTERS FLY INTO VIEW SPELLING: DONNER&lt;br /&gt;                                                           i think it should open on thanksgiving. when people are at their hunngriest.&lt;br /&gt;lena and carol, stay awesome. and maybe lose those 5 pounds that we always talked about, i mean, get real jobs.&lt;br /&gt;sarah. try not to beat up sanji too much. also keep that job in st. thomas open for me.&lt;br /&gt;kathleen, i hope you keep the new york boys as moist in the pants as you did for the boys in boston.&lt;br /&gt;mary anne, your dry and sublte humor gave me tumors. thanks a lot!&lt;br /&gt;jason, you taught me that its possible to get your penis stuck in a rattrap but still be able to come. i mean really, it was the best orgasm i've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for the rest of you, well you're gonna have to wait..... wait until the next update.</content>
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    <title>returning from the saltzburg academy</title>
    <published>2004-08-09T06:08:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-09T06:08:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so. last night was pretty good, dale drove me and his girlfriend something-something to a party at the end of light st. in baltimore. a pretty cool place, i never caught who lived there but i did run into local scene celebrity GUY BLAKESLEE. as usual guy was draped in the finest finery of a late 70's/turn of the century disco/dandy. oh guy you never cease to amaze me. keep up the hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was music, could only hear half of it and that half was pretty good. so, then dale and i got to drinking, and then got to more drinking, and finished it off with a little drinking. although i did'nt get stinking drunk i did manage to charm a few ladies out of some cigarettes ("hey, you smoke? gimme one ya fattie"). they totally succumbed to my charm....s...   any way, the party could have taken place anywhere in boston or as dale offered at "bard" and he's right. i think i saw sarianna there but it was just another girl who played the keyboard and fronted a band. way to let me down there sarah, i thought i would have known someone at the party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i made no attempt at communication outside of the people i came with and, wait i just remembered amy warren.  she's the little sister of this girl lisa warren who i went to high school with. i remembered amy as being nothing special.well that girl got way special, with bangs too!  she goes to oberlin and does something there, i did'nt really talk to her and she did'nt talk to me. just how i like reuniting with people who went to school with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its pretty boring here. my computer is really slow and shitty. althought now slightly better with the addition of a new cd burner (sanji) and the new shoes i have are pretty comfy. i was offered to attend a soirree tonight but i just did'nt return the call. i guess i'm getting boring (old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, when is that last time any of you checked your friendster account? i forgot abou it until today and boy, it was like going on vacation and coming home to find the answering machine full of messeges from hot supermodels! and when i say hot supermodels i mean ilya letting his friends know that he's playing the warpedtour. thanks for telling me about your new band pioria or poioiup or poiori. whatever. i bet it sounds like your other band.</content>
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    <title>feeling half right</title>
    <published>2004-08-06T06:14:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-08-06T06:14:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">dear online readers,&lt;br /&gt;                     hi, how are you? fine? great i knew you were all doing well in your alcholic states. how am i doing? ok now, the first time in a few weeks in which i have been drunk. so whats new with me? well i miss sanji my love, and she misses me. but enough of the sob stories lets get to my bowel (and vowel, more like consonent) movements.  the last time i too a shit was in pauls house after having a few drinks, but my shit had looked like that for a few days, ever since i've returned to baltimore.  it looks like those hershey kisses from the mid ninteys, the white and dark chocolate mixes.  except the chocolate is more like a light brown and the white chocolate is more like a fine lacing, a confection of intestional strings wrapping itself in concentric circles or concentric ovules around my turds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did have some macadamia and cranberry cereal today and this night i defenitly saw that same macadamia, undigested in my toilet bowl. it was like a "hey remember me, i was your breakfast" hello, just like from all those weekends at college. well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the evening at pauls was filled with games of "ASSHOLE" (i think milton bradly has the rights to it) and other lively games of drinking followed by dale promising that he will link this very journal to his online comic www.alessonislearned.com so check that shit out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sanji, if you're reading this, i miss you and as i write this a certain BTS song came on that we shared and it and today has shown me that although the 2.5 days we spent togeather felt to me, like a week. and when you left i only realized TODAY that you were really gone and that i want you back. i miss you. and i love the shit out of you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it all be known throughout my kingdom that there will be no private or locked entries in this journal. anything that happens to me that i want to share will be open to the public. so nuts to you that i hate and much love to those that i love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i will finish the terrible matrix series.</content>
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    <title>nothing like an old style dance off</title>
    <published>2004-07-02T18:59:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-02T18:59:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">who got served? shit man, fuckin wade and his broke-ass crew did. i mean when L and David got back togeather and Mr. Rad took care of Emerald for them, they were unstopable.  Not to mention the fact that they had Oscar in their crew. that boy is off the chain!. its too bad that little saint got shot while he was being driven home in his momma's car but thats just what happens in LA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the official count of who got served? 2. a rather low number considering the length of this movie. rather dissapointing. although the training montage before the BIG BOUCE dance off was pretty cool. i mean you've got your "abandoned warehouse pop and lock scene," your "practice in front of the mirror so you know how you look scene", the "dance in the old street battling ring and throw your self around scene" and the ultimate "sliding and dancing around in the rain with your shirt off so all the girls know how hot you are" scene. really. i mean there's never been a better movie that has explained and enlightend me about the trials and tribulations of underground street battlers. although, if the heroes L and David were in really deep when they got jacked and lost Emeralds drugs/money how could a prize of 50,000 dollars help them out (they would have to split the money with the rest of the crew first, about 6 other people. then whatever was left over would have to be given to Emerald.)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me apologize to everyone for claiming that angelina diaz was cameron jolie in the movie monster. although, the mask was pretty rad. but the actress sucked though. cant wait for the sequel with the dog mask character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go buy some shoes now. later hang with ying-yang twins (yang is way cooler.)</content>
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    <title>"back on the boogie when cats used to harmonize" or "my rulez by lauryn hill"</title>
    <published>2004-07-02T06:21:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-02T06:21:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">nothing is more fun than haning out with sanji and watching MONSTER. the story was powerful but i cant help but imagine charlize theron in anything but her cinematic debut (to me) THE MASK.  as for Cristina Richi, well she looked better in Casper: The Movie. or maybe in The Addams Family 2.  work is still shitty and after spending some time thinking about work in my new city SF, i need to keep my shit in order. and if you dont speak the white slang, that translates into "take more pictures you worthless douchebag." i think it also helped looking at elizabeth's (more commonly know to you allston rats as the might mad ELIZ) livejournal, which is sporadically updated with new photo material while i sit on the same shit that i took one whole fucking year ago. come on andrew get yourself out of the drunken (maybe) or simple (work) routine, and fucking do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks andrew, yeah i will. &lt;br /&gt;                                            love, &lt;br /&gt;                                                     Andrew.</content>
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    <title>wet teeth on grindstone</title>
    <published>2004-06-21T16:48:04Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-21T16:48:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">sanji told me yesterday that yes, its officially over between us. hooray? i mean i thought i would'nt care and i do and dont. i'd rather know absoloutly nothing about it and i want to know everything. she told me after she made out she felt two things 1.happiness (something which i guess i no can provide her) and B. that she had to think of how to tell me.  well i thought i would have ranked first. what really bothers me is the happiness comment. i though i made her happy. i guess i still do just "not in that way" anymore. oh well i'm leaving and she's over me. i guess that fucking it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what to do next. avoid her until i feel better, pretend i'm cool, or just well, fuck it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure we were broken up for months now but it never felt that way. and well its like we've broken up all over again except this time I'm the one getting dumped, which ironicaly is true. hooray for just desserts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a cake.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:megasuperstore:47141</id>
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    <title>i dont even believe my monkey lost BOTH legs</title>
    <published>2004-05-25T23:21:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-25T23:21:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">well, at least i will be working for JOE magazine this summer, because the rocklibrary has sufferred some fucking problems. anne told me via email that photos were now no longer a priority and that the computer i worked on had a virus which fucked everything up... mostly in the area that i was working on. well, how great that i wasted so much time to have this shit be ruined and even  made sure that none of my work will be seen. i fucking new i should have backed up the shows i took on my computer... at least that way i could use them in my portfolio with annes permission. arrrrrrgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on other fronts, i've gone on major shopping video spreee. wheee hours of mindless indulgence. Now i wont have to read for at least 12 hours!</content>
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    <title>the summer always starts slow</title>
    <published>2004-05-20T00:54:25Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-20T00:54:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">one crushing defeat after another makes me question why i stay where i am more and more. apparently i'm not qualified enough to become a "shift supervisor' at work anymore. oh well. working at starbucks seems more and more appealing. or does it? i dont know anymore, i'd rather not turn on auto-pilot and just cruise through my "job" but i cant seriously think there's going to be any other way.   the light at the end of the tunnel is there but its just so fucking hard to see. i really need to get another job.</content>
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    <title>when electric music sounds like farts</title>
    <published>2004-05-02T18:54:39Z</published>
    <updated>2004-05-02T18:54:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">after not having written here for some months now i thought it was time to streach my livejournal legs (also when you're bored and tired of reading, masturbating, video gaming, movieing its a nice option).  theres really no point in "filling you in" on the latest news. most of you already know.  yes, its true, i have the next three days off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;althought this is going to set me back financially (i literally cant afford to take more than one day off a week), hopefully it will lead to me getting a second job that is away from BU campus and somewhere in cambridge, why? because allston is not a rock city and i fucking hate  you. thats why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope this whole moving deal works out for me. i really need something to kick me in the ass moving me from childhood to adulthood. and hopefully one of those kick ass adulthoods where i dont have to work in a cube at some office building. or if it is in a cube i hope its like that killer cube in that movie where people were trying to escape from the inside of this boobb-trapped cube. i think the title was called ESCAPE FROM INSIDE THE KILLER CUBE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo, remember apollo 440? they had that one song in the midninties... cant stop the rock.  back when daft-chemical-boy-slim-brothers were all the rage. shit commercial electronic music is something to be treasured and revered. lets join a club and party every night with the vengaboys, living eiffel 65 fucking high class 808 beat style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</content>
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    <title>fruit flys can locate my rectum</title>
    <published>2004-02-27T01:51:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-27T01:51:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">hmmm... slowly regressing more and more into my nerdy nature by downloading bunches of nintendo and sega games onto my computer.  finally some stimulation besides reading, music, and fellation.  right now at the rock library fixing the shins pictures which will go up sometime soon. i should tell the kid who's fixing the site to put my pics up first so i can finally have something else on the "andrew plempel" google search besides my embarrising sci-fi movie debut, "monster planet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of my days are spent working, trying to make up for the extra money i lost when i was demoted from manager at the shop. its not as easy as it sounds. i dont really mind working 6 or 7 days a week, its the fact that so much money is being taken out that all the extra work does'nt seem to make much of a differance... well i know it does, but not as much as i had hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only hope that i'll be slightly more sucessful on the west coast than here in boston.</content>
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    <title>mercer and his vein-y neck</title>
    <published>2004-02-18T00:49:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-18T00:49:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">running over the shins pictures i took on friday. dont know when they'll be up on rocklibrary.com but when they are i'll let you all know. same with the pictures of three doors down. i wonder who my new boss is gonna be.  been wondering why indie kids really like pirates. were they just as obsessed with coolness as most hipsters are? and i mean are'nt dinosaurs about ten times cooler? or dinosaur robots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of the shins pictures are pretty generic, i mean they did'nt do much. but the show was well worth it. too bad i never saw them when they opened for preston school of industry. that would have been some hot shit... they may have still been playing flake music then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... shit, going to frisco in about three weeks i think.&lt;br /&gt;thats gonna be insane.</content>
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    <title>the last time i ate tofu it turned out to be you</title>
    <published>2004-01-16T00:44:57Z</published>
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    <content type="html">christmas and new years have passed us all by.  I spent them both drunk, not in typical "plempel" fashion but rather in a milder snide-comment-making-drunk-followed-by-the-ocassional -champagne-bottle-throwing-down-wadsworth st.  but i did get some cool shit for the birth of santa clause.  namely a digital camera (exactly like yours cliff) and mr.show seasons 3, a book, and loads of underware. some cash too.&lt;br /&gt;well on top of that i'm no longer manager of ERC. apparently i was'nt "FIT FOR THE JOB" which i think translates into "you were a retarded monkey that ate its own feces and we need something less like that" but then again. i could be wrong.  maybe i'm the opposite of that and they actually wanted that retarded monkey. so now i'm back to being a "worker." &lt;br /&gt;i was a little bummed at first but i guess this now gives me some oppurtunities, like the chance to escape this accursed wasteland of hipness.  &lt;br /&gt;i had thought about joining cliff out in SF but i just read the kid's thinking about being unemployed in some OTHER state. i mean come on buddy, gimme a chance to be a bum with you.  so all i have now is my delicious internship.  And actually this weekend and following week should show some results. Anne, my boss, wants me to cover the benifit the Rock library is throwing this saturday at the middle east upstairs. i checked the band list and did'nt know any of the names, local acts i guess, so if you want check out the site and tell me if you know any of the band that are playing upstairs this saturday (17 or 18 i think), that would be swell.  and on the 20 i get to take pictures of 3 doors down.  yeah i know all you muthers are JEALOUS, but thats just what happens when you cool like me.  at least i only have to last through three songs, apparently that's my photographical limit.  As soon as i get them all up on the Rock Library's website, i'll let you all know so you can fill me in on whats what.&lt;br /&gt;i almost forgot. if you care, i never got into the unicorns show with will, mike, and eric. that shit was sold out. maybe next time when they're super famous. oh wait, it will be totally uncool to see them then. i guess thats that.</content>
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    <title>crunchy meal worm buggies</title>
    <published>2003-11-28T18:11:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-28T18:11:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">thanksgiving. it was nice to not have to spend it with a family, although i missed the food. i mean thanksgiving is poaaibly the holiday with the best food ever. possibly st.patrick's day too. anyway, i got up around noon after sanji left, and it was at 12:30 that i started to drink.  i was pretty drunk by 4, and went to the blockbuster and rented some videos, then i walked to the common ground and had another beer. by this time i was pretty hungry so i went home and heated up some gumbo that i had made earlier in the week. i think i was supposed to have a party but no one came over. having too much holiday cheer i guess, those fuckers. natan came over though, we, well i had most of a bottle of spumante! sparlking wine. i watched the first half of the transformers movie with him and then went to bed. i think natan watched the rest.  if was pretty good day, would have been better if natan had been a hot girl who wanted me to ball her. but thats thanksgiving for you, the holiday that just takes.</content>
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    <title>smriking menstrual cycle</title>
    <published>2003-11-26T03:01:25Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-26T03:01:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wait, wait, theres more! just talked to sketchy jewish lanlord! possibly my or justins rent is missing. i hope its his. the landlord said his family could have deposited it. what the fuck! i thought jew were very covetous of money, how could he let someone besides himself deposit a check! outrageous! what am i gonna tell the hate group now! "sorry goys your generalizations about jews were wrong, they're actually just ast flakey as us christ-humpers!"&lt;br /&gt;thats not gonna go over well at all. &lt;br /&gt;also, i cnat talk anymore about any ex's or ex-ex's..... so i guess i'll just goto www.stilepriject.com and check out the newest comic on anus raping. trust me its true!</content>
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    <title>cross-eyed and painless</title>
    <published>2003-11-26T02:47:55Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-26T02:47:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">letch see, i dont know how long its been. tooo long. way to shlong. baby i'm home, more over cause i'm at the keyboard! so, its like this: remember when you broke up with your girlfriend and you're all like "now i can get all the pussy i want!" but then you realize that all the pussy you could get was easily obtained in your ex-girlfriends pussy? and then you realized how hard it was to get said girl in bed, let alone any girl. Except of course for your friends mom who would come over every night just to lick the cumstains off your sheets and shit on the cat for a nickle? well i'm now an elidgable bachelor ladies, so dust off those muff curtains and let me be your backdoor man. i mean, i'd like to take you out to a facny frech dinner....yes that will do.&lt;br /&gt;first party as a single man. went something like this: ex is there, its cool cause we're cool (i keep telling myself that). then i spot some tight little coochie that looks like a tasty taste and beging to talk, well as usual that leads to no where but midnight masturbation, so its like i'm back in college except i dont have the immediate acess to other women.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait a minute!" you say, you work in a coffee shop and theres ladies there all the time! how can you not get some?&lt;br /&gt;well my friend its like this; i hate my job, in fact since i recieved free interNERD i spend my time trying to download obscure bands off of KAZAA light or play the flash games at cartoonnetwork.com.   so thats my fucking like right now, masturbating to shadows on my walls or thinking how i can shirk my work more efficiently.  oh yeah that and i developed a rach that seems to resemble martin short. &lt;br /&gt;over and out, your debutante princess plempel</content>
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    <title>birthdays galore</title>
    <published>2003-09-18T21:00:49Z</published>
    <updated>2003-09-18T21:00:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">birthday was cool. sanji brought up chappy chin to boston. parents paid for my record player repairs, also bought some records for me (cheapo ones, 1$ a pop), but its nice to finally listen to my vinyl.  also bike just got finished, hopefully will can help me make impoovements. that would be niice.</content>
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    <title>recent update</title>
    <published>2003-08-25T23:52:14Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-25T23:52:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">lesse, changed the tube on my bike today. no more being late for work for me! also, my bu account is still up. it was supposed to have been shut down august 18. so dont tell no one that i'm still able to use my silky mail account. also, recieved a return from the boston rock library and am in the middle of applying to their intership for the fall. so i guess that means i'm gonna be busting my ass more than usual, that is if i get the internship. check out their site at www.rocklibrary.com the pictures are kinda shitty so maybe i have a chance. maybe.</content>
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    <title>thank you cards with your right hand</title>
    <published>2003-08-24T22:01:41Z</published>
    <updated>2003-08-24T22:01:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">big big big news. well, mainly dusting this ole thing off. lesseee, so managing is fucking hard. all these new people and strangers trying to get at me. i come home tired and then i have to deal with the fact that i'm about to be kicked out of my sublet. at least my new apt will be fuckin kick ass, although again it has its drawbacks, there are some things on the lease that are pretty uncool but the biggest problem is is that i'm on the top of one of the biggest hills in boston, summit hill. of course the only problem that i see this causing is getting drunken pussy home from parties. "hey, hey girlie, you wanna come back to my place? i hope you brought some hooks and rope, cause this is gonna be one fucking hike!" oh yeah, i can smell the campbells soup cookin.  and another thing. if you thought it was fun to be a sophomore-senior and watching all the new freshy-fresh move into boston its even more enjoying when you're not in school. i can imagine all thier little ridiculus beliefs (which will change) their wide eyes (soon to become cloudy with weed and glassy from beer) ah... the roving pack of lost faces. How clean they look! this is gonna be so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;on the down side, i'll be the creepy old guy who does'nt goto the college but hangs out with everyone and knows everyone and goes to their parties.  shit, at least i'm not fourty and doing this.</content>
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    <title>stripperella</title>
    <published>2003-06-27T03:18:01Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-27T03:18:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i dont know about this people. at once i'm clapping and crying for stan lee. how can he put his name on the new TNN's cartoon ,featuring pam anderson, STRIPPERELLA? i mean on one hand its tasteless and base, on the other hand, a stripper who can save the world in thrity minutes? i mean which side do i root for? and what about the theme song written by KID ROCK who just so happens to be porking the star? is that a coincidence or what? &lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i have to say that this is the first american cartoon that has show nudity and had to blur out titties.  Thats CARTOON titties.&lt;br /&gt;if you can get beyond the silly stripper act, the plot of the first episode is quite hilarous.  it all revolves around drug use that keeps girls skinny but then they eventually blow out and turn into "fat sows," i'm proud to type that that was a direct quote from the show. &lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry, its too hard to write about the hilarity of this show but let me finish with the fact that stirpperella, when doing espoinage work (like when the spy whips out their little camera and takes pictures of top secret documents) has to use her "tounge scanner", a tounge ring that acts as a scanner so she has to lick whatever's importent.</content>
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    <title>chipolte sauce</title>
    <published>2003-06-22T18:07:53Z</published>
    <updated>2003-06-22T18:07:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i'm not a very good promoter. of the handful of flyers i tossed out for the triple b-day party, none of the people i invited showed up. what a failure to bring a little diversity to our allwhite parties.  Even though the people i invited did'nt show, plenty of other kids did. and with kumala showing up at just the right time to start DJ'ing i thought the party was a complete success. only time that the shit started to suck was when paula made her temporary coup of the turntables. i dont mind if you wanna play some rock, but people certainly are'nt going to shake their respective bootays to kraftwerk.  not even the most tight pants, white belted hipster would. at least i think not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit, if only cliff had taught me chinese table manners earlier. its nice to understand a culture when you're not reading their histroy from a text book. its the whole "active classroom" idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another thing. i just have to say that nathan shepard is the nicest man i've ever met. he totally does'nt get as much respect as he deserves.</content>
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