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(7 motherfuckers from hell | and you)

[26 Jan 2004|11:34am]
[ mood | working ]

create your own visited states map

it's cool how you can tell ive driven cross country from the trail it makes.

(10 motherfuckers from hell | and you)

[25 Jan 2004|06:00am]
guys, i wanna go to coachella. i can prolly fly there for my birthday, but where im staying and shit is totally up in the air. who wants to help a brotha out? of course i can only go if i manage to get a free ticket, which is quite possible but not for sure.

(3 motherfuckers from hell | and you)

help [07 Jan 2004|03:03am]
new yorkers:

dont laugh, but we started a dog walking company tonight. we have extensive references. we need your help. tell anyone you know with a dog and a job who lives around chelsea or below to email us: jogsfordogsnyc@hotmail.com

we even posted on craigslist.

keep in mind, this could potentially keep us both in new york. so it's no joke. and if you even snort for a second, fuck you. we <3 dogz.

(and you)

[05 Jan 2004|05:07pm]

(3 motherfuckers from hell | and you)

[01 Jan 2004|10:13pm]
i thought i was being safe, but dudes it finally happened. i have to delete most of you from my list. if i dont know you really well, no hard feelings (unless you're the jokester). have nice lives.

(3 motherfuckers from hell | and you)

[28 Dec 2003|06:08pm]
[ mood | tired ]

i'm hoime. give a brother a call.

(1 motherfucker from hell | and you)

[28 Dec 2003|01:45am]
[ mood | drunk ]

it's always nice to come home buzzed and see these messages from one of your dearest friends:

BloodyTooth: you have 30 seconds to identify yourself otherwise im blocking you
BloodyTooth signed off at 1:10:48 AM.


(4 motherfuckers from hell | and you)

help friends [12 Dec 2003|06:12pm]
[ mood | anxious ]

attention folks:

my internship is ending after christmas, because they can't keep a non-credit intern in the same department for more than a semester. and i've already worked in two different departments. sooo, i've got some experience under my belt and now i really need a new internship. if anyone knows of any music or entertainment-related openings PLEASE let me know. i'm not picky. thanks pals.

(4 motherfuckers from hell | and you)

[05 Dec 2003|12:42pm]

i hope lexi is prepared to frolic when she gets home.

edit: fuck that i just went grocery shopping and im so over it >:o

(3 motherfuckers from hell | and you)

[03 Dec 2003|05:14pm]
[ mood | amused ]

christiane called last night when i was on moderate amounts of ambien. he rules. so lexi WASN'T GONNA GIVE ME THE PHONE TO TALK TO HIM and was just saying i said hi until i demanded it (no really its ok pal im giving you shit), but then i was spacing out on him while he was telling me important information for keeping up the conversation. so he's all "alright pass the phone back. you're outta your pickle."


(1 motherfucker from hell | and you)

[18 Nov 2003|07:42pm]
[ mood | hungry ]

i went to the conan taping today. it was a really good episode so check it out. you can hear me go "woo!" when conan talks about paris hilton, and this guy wooed right after me and conan thought it was him both times etc.... um yeah then they taped a michael j fox thing for a parkinsons benefit and they did desk driving and it was amazing.

the strokes did under control.

im still not talking about personal things X_x

(2 motherfuckers from hell | and you)

we are fucking famous. [15 Nov 2003|05:22am]
[ mood | amused ]

no words need be said:

click here dudes

scroll down, look center.

(1 motherfucker from hell | and you)

[05 Nov 2003|11:32pm]
[ mood | listless ]

i just walked by duane reade and there was a basset hound taking it easy tied to a fire hydrant or something. it was just standing there looking up at me with that basset hound look. i could've so easily stolen it i dunno why i didnt :(

(3 motherfuckers from hell | and you)

[03 Nov 2003|08:34pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

i know ive been cryptic and not talked about important events and all, but it's kind of because i dont want to give it the priviledge of being recorded in any way. maybe then itll just go away, and i certainly dont want to have to look back and remember it. so yeah, a huge chunk of my life will now be ignored.

ps we're going to the strokes secret show. AND THEN LEAVING.

(12 motherfuckers from hell | and you)

[19 Oct 2003|09:08pm]
[ mood | bored ]

well, even though it isn't up and running quite yet, we created the chaz and lexi community. it's closed so if you want to join, get to it:


(2 motherfuckers from hell | and you)

[05 Oct 2003|05:22pm]
oh man you guys, i know it's horrible and worthless and pitiful (not to mention immature) for me to say, especially considering people in truly horrible situations, but i just hate my life and i hope it goes away to some degree.

(1 motherfucker from hell | and you)

[02 Oct 2003|04:09pm]
[ mood | angry ]


i had all these photos on a disk that i was gonna upload at work and now it tells me the disk is messed up. it uploaded like 5 lame ones. MY BALLS.

i havent eaten anything today. yesterday i had a bagel and a bit of spaghetti and a few fries. the day before i had a bagel and some mcdonalds fries. i see sparks when i walk, i always have a headache, and i'm steadily going back to the gross body i had 3 years ago. i'm probably gonna start growing hair on my face. so i had to beg work for cash a few days ago since ive been here 6 weeks unpaid (because they failed to tell me how to go about making sure i got paid) and brian goes "make sure you get this 40 back to me because i really need it." and like, fuck you brian. you've gotten paid the past 6 weeks, and i have a good idea it's been a lot more than i've (not) gotten paid. you and your editor in chief of Spin girlfriend. do i look healthy to you? do i come off as cheerful and happy to go about my business here at work? i need this money to eat a fucking bagel a day. because i spend 4 dollars a day getting to work, i have none left to eat with. you need this 40 bucks? FUCK. YOU. i was thinking about it while walking weakly to work today and i actually made an angry "HEHHHH!" out loud because of the audacity. so now i'm supposed to be packing 150 boxes of ONE vinyl each with a fucking paper in it so i can help promote basement
jaxx, my favorite band ever. the thing i use to put the tape on doesnt work, so ive done like 30 so far. and brian is out of the office. i dont know what else to complain about. give me a minute.

oh here we go - i now seem to be at least half deaf in my left ear. those drops that were supposed to loosen the ear wax actually got stuck behind it. here's a lesson for those of you who like to stick q-tips in your ears everyday - there's a good chance you'll just push the wax far up into your ear until it gets impacted and water is constantly getting caught up in it. so chill. i stupidly tried to get some of it out after using the drops and i think i just made it worse. it's cool though because both my brothers have one faulty ear, so this could make it three for three for my mom.

last night on conan, the hungarian ambassador was in the audience. this gives me hungarian pride because for one thing, the ambassador was in the fucking conan obrien audience, and also because it turns out hungarians have more sex THAN ANY OTHER COUNTRY IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. thats RIGHT my last name is horvath. too bad i'm totally not living up to my ethnicity.

i'm too cranky and starving and exhausted to even be excited about CMJ and the fact that i have to do work for them to go to the shows. i just want to go to oakland and relax, just for a few days. eat some food, get my strength back, chat with my brothers. not freeze.

this line: "You need to be in my mind as much as I need to be in your space" is getting to me.

(5 motherfuckers from hell | and you)

i'm a professional photographer [30 Sep 2003|06:50pm]
[ mood | nervous ]

ok this is what you gotta do:

go to virgin or tower or barnes and noble or wherever they would have the latest Spin. it's the one with dave matthews on the cover. buy it, or if you're totally broke, browse it. i think you should buy it cos even though i dont like dave matthews, it has a big strokes article and stuff about jack black and other interesting folks. but anyway, go to page 27 and observe the photos. specifically the one on the bottom right. then, go to the far left of the justin article, right on the inside of the spine, and read the sideways print.


(and you)

[23 Sep 2003|04:41pm]
[ mood | blank ]

writing about my life right now would be kind of a joke.

so i had this dream last night that i was at some kind of college or something where conan o'brien also resided or went or whatever? and one time we were in a circle like sitting cross-legged, there must have been hundreds of us, and i was walking by him to find a spot and he turned around to get my attention because apparently he was aware of my financial problem. so he was telling me how he worked at some place called the something barn or mill? which i pictured in my head as this large barn that is actually near where my mom lives. and he said he makes $700 a month there and all he does is play in the snow. then a few days later he pulled me aside in a hallway to ask if i had gone and found out about getting a job there. i remember thinking it was weird that he needed $700 a month because in my dream he was still conan o'brien the talk show host. and then i was having all these flashbacks and couldnt remember if i had ever had sex with him or not, because i was getting confused about who i had been sleeping with over the past few months or years, and i finally determined that we had just messed around. because he was too hairy? and then i think i woke up.

(6 motherfuckers from hell | and you)

[13 Sep 2003|05:19pm]

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