I go by Ari, and pierce by trade. Hungry to progress in my career. Fortunate as fuck, and grateful for it. Tattooed, pierced, stretched, cut, suspended, etc. My body isn't finished, and I doubt it ever will be. God-free. Low maintenance. Attempted minimalist. Intense anxiety about everything. I try to always stay positive, and believe in things always working out. Young. Loving and living with a beautiful girl. Melt under affection. Looking to learn and network, and if you're curious about more generic things you can shoot me a message.
2009/10/02 20:32 The days have crawled by with exceptionally little business, which tends to leave me going through little states of dementia. I'm sure the amount of sleeping pills i've been having to take every night just to knock myself out for (if i'm lucky) like four hours of sleep haven't been helping. I don't get insurance for another month, but best believe on that date I will promptly be racing to the doctor for Ambien (...and xanax...and anything else i can squeeze out of those little fuckers).
This afternoon Chelsea and I magically made it from west valley to sugarhood during rush hour, making 3 completely different stops upon arrival, and back in an hour. Thats like finding a Dragon who not only sucks a mean cock but also provides you with free cable and a lifetime supply of thai food.
Tomorrow is my last day of sobriety before the snip. At 9:30pm I will be getting off work. At 9:31pm and onward I will not know where i am, who i'm with, what i'm doing, what country i'm in, which way up is, what my name is, etc etc etc
2009/09/30 17:43 for nothing else but the fuck of it. This weekend was great, took Chels to see The Killers as a birthday gift, and they surprised the shit out of me by being awesome. Sunday we went to see Doug Benson at a little comedy club called Wiseguys, and he was too fucking funny. And as always, we managed to stay obliterated the entire time. Monday we just relaxed, met up with her folks and got some grub.
Yesterday i walked striaght into a gihugant shitstorm because after taking Chels to an 8am doctors appointment, i set my alarm for 11pm instead of 11am, and needless to say, when i woke up way past 11am and got to work 2 hours late it was not a pretty sight. Oh well. It happens. It's not like this place is bursting out the door with piercings anyways.
October 3rd is my last official day to do drugs, as i have to be clean for 2 weeks before my vasectomy. Is it wrong that the idea of being sober for 2 weeks scares me way way more then getting my balls clipped?
Anyways, the basic point, alls well on the home front, Chels and Spiccoli and I got a happy little home goin
2009/09/23 16:15 1) Spicolli's first day at home
2) Spicolli being awesome
3) The lady and I lost, trying to find the fair
4) Me and a 2-nosed cow at the side show having a "who can look more panic-ed" contest
5) Wu-Tang style bowling
6) My boss and I gazing off into the horizon line (and by horizon line, i mean the bowling pins at the end of the lane)
2009/09/22 18:48 much needed, and it was after a pretty solid workweek as well. Sunday Chelsea and I made it out to the fair, which was actually pretty dope. Got fucked up and just lounged around, but we did make our way to the side show, the bear show, and scored some sweet crap like $1 doo-rags, misfits ashtray, and the winner of it all was a photobooth, and if i ever find myself by a scanner, i'll post some phenomenal pictures of Chelsea and I behind an Andy Warhol rip-off backdrop with boas, tiaras, and an oversized box of cracker jacks. I tried finding a random black kid to get in the picture with us, but no bueno
After the fair Jen took the entire West Valley crew bowling, and despite some dramatics occurring it was fun. Sunday after going out for breakfast (which was at 4pm) we wasted away the whole day on the couch doing nothing, and got some sleep, which after about 48 hours of being fucked up with no breaks, was much needed.
ive been neglecting some shit lately, but with busy months coming up, i really need to get my shit together.
