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My 21st birthday party [Apr. 15th, 2009|10:04 am]
It was exactly what it needed to be. A friend of 16 years, a friend of 5 days, and friends from everywhen between. Dragonfish, Taphouse, Clever Dunne's, Galan's. Sushi, caramel ginger chicken, calamari, edamame, flaming sugar cube, lemongrass vodka, stout, ale, strawberry beer, pitchers, scotch, red wine. Unintentional exhibitionism. Stay tuned for round 2.
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Housing next year??!! [Apr. 7th, 2009|07:50 am]
A couple friends and I are looking for a house for the next school year. We're looking for a lease starting September 1st on a place with a kitchen, hopefully some sort of yard/porch space, within one bus line from the UW. We need another one or two people. Let me know, soon!
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(no subject) [Mar. 31st, 2009|08:28 pm]
I have my own place with a panini grill in a neighborhood full of immigrants.

This means I can wash down a fresh panini with a 2 liter of mango soda, naked. Bitchin.
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Canada [Mar. 29th, 2009|07:55 pm]
I went there with Erin, it was so sweet. Maybe more later, definitely pictures on the facebook. For now, um, so sweet.
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Health Problems [Mar. 20th, 2009|03:22 pm]
Probably directly due to some less-than-optimal sexual decisions, my Bartholin gland is swelling and painful again. I moped yesterday, but I'm feeling now like I can't let this thing knock me on my ass yet again. Without a car or some seriously better drugs (I build up a resistance to ibuprofen within a day of taking it regularly), I'm feeling antsy - being trapped in the middle of the city is the ebola of cabin fevers. So I went for a walk (limp) around the neighborhood, and I have a playlist (all Queen, Presidents, and ABBA) that could energize even Keanu Reeves into showing some positive emotion, and I will fucking power through this!
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(no subject) [Mar. 19th, 2009|03:13 pm]
I can barely walk. Why do I do these things to myself?
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Fight Club on Saturday [Mar. 16th, 2009|04:38 pm]
Come to the Egyptian on Saturday at midnight and see Fight Club with me. Yes, I mean you. Hot Mama's Pizza before? I think so. 307-2692. For serious.
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12:30pm Breakfast in Bed [Mar. 16th, 2009|12:12 am]
[in my nerves |smug]

Chocolate bar with coffee beans, pretzel cheese sandwiches, beer....yeah, I can roll with this.
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(no subject) [Mar. 12th, 2009|03:37 pm]
A man on 15th had a sign that said, "Need change for food!" I need every cent I've got, but I offered him my leftover toast and hashbrowns. He declined. I understand scoring a fix being a more important priority than eating, but it wasn't like he had anything else to do, and who the hell turns down hashbrowns? Srsly.
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Creepy! [Mar. 8th, 2009|04:46 pm]
Today I went on a long and arduous quest for gluten-free cookies. In my search, I ended up walking to Red Apple, QFC, and the Safeway on Rainier, before caving and calling my mom for a ride to PCC. After doing the rest of my grocery shopping at Safeway, I was waiting for Mom to show and a twenty-something guy approached me and started trying to chat me up. I'm completely used to this, especially in Rainier Valley. It's an old dance, and I've grown up enough from my adolescent fear that every man on the street is a rapist that I stay calm enough to throw out a good number of snarky replies, perfecting the art of saying no firmly without abrading my pursuer's defensive machismo. I was doing the same old steps with this guy - it's all a game, really; we both knew he couldn't talk me into coming home with him. But then he said, "You were at the QFC earlier, right?" My immediate reaction was to say, "No, it must have been someone else in a green jacket," but he pushed the issue. "Yeah, you were there, I saw you there." All my panic centers kicked in and I was immeasurably glad to be leaving in a car. What the FUCK?! Maybe this guy just hangs out in front of grocery stores looking for pretty girls (he sure as hell wasn't selling Girl Scout cookies) and it was random circumstance. I hope so, but I'm still creeped out, and though it's paranoia overreacting, glad that Greg's here for another couple days. *shudder*
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