Gil (fenyx) wrote,
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More disjointed non-sense from the mind of Gil...

...brought to you by the letter C and the number 12.

I think I want to write a mobster movie. Focus more on the Northside gangsters, I don't know. I've also been obsessed with Little Hell. That'd be a great title for a film, but I'm not sure too much happened there. I could always write it about regular people that grew up there, I just love that name. I want to get a Neighborhoodie with 'Little Hell' on it. I don't live there so....whatever.

Didn't get home until 5 in the morning, it's been a while since I was out until the sun starts rising. Went over to T's party and I love her place. Balcony, two huge bedrooms/bathrooms. It was a good time. Lots of stories as usual. Interesting to say the least.

Why won't Ranger stop fucking whining! I'm not taking him out with everyone. We've got peeps in the yard, but he'll end up biting someone. Where was I?

I almost didn't go to the party, I was real pissed off/bummed out yesterday. Fucking Hex never called me about the H, and by the time I got my shit together, it was too late and I didn't make it to the show. Luckily it seems like I didn't miss much, regular set from I've read, but still...it's the H. I hate missing them, I feel like such a poseur. Now I'll have to try doubly hard to make shows next week, check that, this coming up week! See, I have to get my shit together.

So anyway, lots of Long Islands and Jager last night as usual, glad I cabbed it. Parking's a bitch by the lake, fuck...this is where I get into dilemma's. As candid as I am on here, I sometimes am hesitant to write everything, you know? I'd like to see what you guys think about that. Do you write everything, I mean 100% what you want. Do you use private entries? I feel like that's cheating, but then again I don't want to get into trouble, or get people into trouble, use real names etc. Fuck me, I don't care about that, I'm an open book about my ish. Anyway, I saw something last night, it just has me wondering...it's actually kind of cliche. Eh, nevermind.

Didn't mean to lead you on, sorry. It's the usual drunken, gossip, party, co-worker kind of shit.

"Is he with her?"
"Is that XXXX kissing XXXX?"
"What is she doing here?"
"Where's XXXX?"
"This room's off limits, until later."

Etc. I have this theory, I may have mentioned it before, or it's sort of a common one. You never really leave High School. People remain in their cliques, everyone talks shit about everyone else, and most people are only concerned with getting laid and/or paid.

Alright, I'm going off on like twenty different tangents aren't I? I gave moms some money to buy my dad a couple of golf shirts for today. Hope he likes them, he was playing with the balls I got him a few years ago today, he always busts them out and his Greatest Dad hat. The other guys told him he was real modest. Sort of like me ;). Anyway, the balls are pretty funny, they say Happy Father's Day Dad. Don't choke. Heh, he was actually in the paper this week a couple of times, he made it through the first two rounds of the Cook County Amateur. See I can't stop babbling, I'm going to get some grub, mmm....barbecue.

Holla at your boy,

"Proof" Noriega
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