Let us know what's making you smirk!
By Jocelyn
on Tuesday, August 18, 1998 - 09:25 am:
because she is a kind person, my mother took my car to get it cleaned (finally)
this morning. i think she went to the shell station on california and steiner,
and as the million little mexican men were cleaning my car, what did they
discover? remember that big butcher knife you were sitting on the night of
the evil doers' ball, avery?
so i guess one of the little mexican men pulled it out of the back seat and
just looked at my mother and said (insert accent) "what does she do with
this?"
to which my mother replied, "i can only imagine." and so they set the knife
on the car console where it would be easy
for me to get to.
i'm still amused over this.
By
Samantha on Saturday,
September 19, 1998 - 10:37 am:
I smirked the other day at the way both of our feet were hurting, yet we
still walked on.
The day before that we talked until the wee hours of the morning about things
that the daylight wouldn't allow. Soul purging is good.
By
SlappyJack on
Wednesday, September 23, 1998 - 10:11 am:
I'm starting to smirk over things that have happened before and will happen
soon again. See, it's gonna be wintertime soon in the Mile High city soon
and my treat will be this:
I'm driving at a reasonable speed on a snowy day.
An asshole in a SUV (typically with California Plates) flies by at 80 miles
and hour with all their 4-wheel drive power, causing much stress to the rest
of us on the road.
Sometime later I slowly drive by the wreck of the same asshole, who is now
standing in the cold and snow wondering how the hell he's gonna get his car
out of the ditch, or back on its tires...
By
Jocelynice on Thursday,
October 15, 1998 - 01:58 pm:
i hold, in my hands, right now. ..
the advance release promo copy of the new vanilla ice album on cd and tape
along with the press kit including the big old 8x10 black and white glossy.
he's described the new album as "a new musical adventure for (him)."
looking at this is like an orgasm, only less.
By Spice Spice
Avery on Thursday, October 15, 1998 - 03:54 pm:
Yeah... much, much less.
By Kimme
on Sunday, October 18, 1998 - 05:58 pm:
Pamie's first time sex talk w/her pop. Jesus Christ, I split a lip laughing.
Lemonbug (another recent denverite) told me to check it out. I recomend the
same, if anyone else here hasn't read it.
Pamie, baby, you kick!
By Avery on
Sunday, October 18, 1998 - 11:19 pm:
Anna's Danish Cookies on 18th and Guerrero in San Francisco. Yum.
By
Selloutjocelyn on Monday,
October 19, 1998 - 08:49 am:
wal mart. like i say on my front page today, while i'd like to be cool like
the rage against the machine kids and boycott the commie wal marts, where
else can i get ten pounds of cat food for $5 and slinky blue lipstick for
89 cents? when the rage against the machine kids are as poor as i am, THEN
they can come talk to me about boycotting wal mart.
By Kimme
on Tuesday, October 20, 1998 - 09:19 am:
Hi all, I'm still alive.
Originally I was gonna put this on the "things makin' me scowl" board, but
now that I've had some time to mull it over, I realize it belongs here.
Slap and I and my little brother went to the Barenaked Ladies concert last
night. It was wonderful, but I'll let slappy tell you about it, if he's so
inclined.
So anyway, I got up to go to the bathroom about five songs into their set.
You know, no waiting in the endless women's room line that way. All the stalls
were full, but there were only like five of us waiting. And since that was
the case, no real line had formed. Everyone was kind of rushing into a stall
if one opened near them. So I wait for about three minutes, and then a stall
opens. I go for it, but then this chick pushes me. Hard. She was one of those
bleached blonde, lots of make-up, former sorority girl types. Oh, and she
was wasted. She's all beligerant, asking, "Where the fuck did you come from
bitch?". Christ. I say, "I've been waiting for a few minutes," and again
I try to push the stall door closed. No, she pushes me again, and then says
"Were you waiting in the fucking line, cause I was waiting in the fucking
line." So now I'm pissed, because I know she just walked into the bathroom.
I say, "What line? Look behind you, and show me where the line is. 'Cause
if you can find one, I'll be more than happy to wait in it." That's when
she takes a swing at me. Wow! I've never been swung at before. She's so drunk,
she not only misses, but falls to the ground, sloshing beer all over her
cashmere sweater and leather coat. I just look at her in distain for a few
seconds, mumble "whatever", and close the stall door.
Now for awhile, I was pretty pissed off, and like I said, had been planning
on putting this on the scowl board. But the BNL were so good, I just couldn't
stay angry. Plus, it's kind of cool to have been swung at once in your life.
Especially when you don't get hurt, and she ruined probably $600.00 worth
of clothes by being an asshole...
Smirk.
By Kimme
on Friday, October 23, 1998 - 10:19 am:
Slappy's new job, and the reaction my parents are gonna have to it. Fantastic.
I'm sure all the details will be up on his page post-haste.
By Janet on
Friday, October 23, 1998 - 11:20 am:
Oooo! A new job? Can't wait to hear the details....Suspense!
By Kimme
on Sunday, November 1, 1998 - 09:24 pm:
This guy:
http://www.bigempire.com/filthy/index.html
He's foulmouthed, but just as Scowly as I expect any reasonable person to
be, and he's usually right on about the movies he reviews.
By Kimme
on Monday, March 29, 1999 - 08:42 pm:
Old music. The stuff that you listened to over and over again during certain
periods in your life. The stuff that can bring those moments back like nothing
else. I have a few of these albums, and every time I play them, I get kind
of teary eyed and nostalgic. But in a really good way.
To name a few:
Bob Marley, best of: being a twelve year old kid, in the mountains, worshipping
my dad, but wondering, "what is this obsession he has with kites all about?"
Just the first experience with my dads many obsessions...
Anything by the Smiths=high school. Some Cure songs will bring that feeling
back, but in terms of complete albums, it's the Smiths.
The Cranberries first album was listened to over and over while in my first
apartment. I remember every little knick knack I hung up to make the gloomy
"garden apartment" (euphimism for
sub-basement-you're-not-getting-any-light-in-here-so-we'll-charge-$150-less-on-rent)
a little more like home when I listen to this compelation.
Cowboy Junkies: Slap and I in his not so dark, but really tiny studio, two
years ago. Wow.
I listen to these things, and even with tears in my eyes (and a couple of
glasses of wine in my belly) I smirk. And summer is just around the bend.
You're goddamned right I smirk.