From: owner-rockford-files-digest@smoe.org (The Rockford Files) To: rockford-files-digest@smoe.org Subject: The Rockford Files V1 #265 Reply-To: rockford-files@smoe.org Sender: owner-rockford-files-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-rockford-files-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk The Rockford Files Monday, October 5 1998 Volume 01 : Number 265 Today's Filings: ----------------- i'm not as much of a tart as i'd like to be i've been up since friday and i haven't gone to sleep yet.. The cutie @ work question Hardball ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 04 Oct 1998 02:00:46 -0700 From: Chickfactor Subject: i'm not as much of a tart as i'd like to be i just got home from a party held by a former (still sorta) flame of mine. he was wearing acowboy hat... and oddly enough, it was working for me. big time. but alas, i came home alone. but i am wasted. but surprisingly, i'm typing rather well. we went to see One True Thing tonight. it killed me. it was maipulative and all that, and i cried buckets, but essh... i liked it. reminded me a LOT of my relationship with my mom. (but it was my dad that had cancer-- thank god he beat it). still fucked my shit up. oh, and while we were buying tickets, the guy from Clay Pigeons who shot himself in the leg, was ahead of us with his girlfriend. it was very random. especially since i thintk they were going to see his movie. well, um.... i don't have much more to say. i can't beleive i'm plastered on only 4 drinks. but then i AM sick and only had abowl of ramen today. i could be MUCH worse off. ~Courtney The Sultraness of Swing "There's no place like home." "Thank God." ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 4 Oct 1998 03:33:16 -0700 (PDT) From: "Jordan W." Subject: i've been up since friday and i haven't gone to sleep yet.. hey people. this has not been a good weekend for me. first of all, the whole livid thing fell through at the last moment, so instead of spending the whole weekend at a festival, listening to great music with my best friends, and probubly getting irrevocabley (don't fuck with my spelling, we all know that i am fucked at it) drunk, i've been at a friends party. and the whole thing has not been good. i have had to deal with some issues this week, not in the least having the girl i like tell me that she would go out with me in a minute, if she wasn't so worried that it would fuck up the status quo. what?? status, shmatus, i mean, the only person who would get at least a little out of joint would be one of my friends, so what's she worried about? so that, at least, is on hold, at least until she sorts out some other things. i feel kinda weird about the whole thing, it's like being put on hold, except it's my life, and not the phone. but hey, at least i know she likes me. i think. or maybe i'm just being used. cynical? me? shit yeah. but i've waited a while for this, so i guess a couple of weeks isn't that much more to wait. she's in sydney this week, so maybe she can work it out up there. i can take rejection, but i don't like being strung along. this point of view will be made clear if there is no decision before we get back to school. so i rock up to the party in time to help set up the tent and the generator, and then sit around for a while. it's been ok, a few people show up, but only just enough to cover costs so my friend was feeling (quite legitimitly) shat as at least 30 people who were meant to turn up didn't. but everthing was alright, so yeah. we ended up with a crew of about 20 people, and some gatecrashers. but that was alright, i mean, we expected, parties in public areas often involve gatecrashers, and they were placid, so that was alright. it was this stage of the night when i made a concentous decision to stay sober, so i could make sure that all of my friends didn't do anything that they would reget. i then proceeded to have the chick that my best friend just got fucked over by crack on to me in a alcohol induced haze of stupidity. luckely, me being sober, i managed to stave off her advances, even though she is the hotest chick in the year, and got her to sleep (or faint) in the back of my friends truck. then me and ish went for a walk, he thanked me for not doing anything and we just basically walked for 3 hours screaming abuse at anything that came near. bitterness? yup. so we get back and find that basically everyone is paralitic apart from one or two of them. i spent the rest of the night stopping fights, stopping passed out people dying of hypothermia, and cleaning up vomit. fun. we pack up and i can't find two of my cds. guess which ones i lost? s/t and weaea. cry. a lot. by this stage, i realise that nothing was meant to go right this weekend. but i should get them back, so that's alright. i hope. but at the moment, i could really use some cheering up. i didn't even want to BRING them, but got talked into it. so me and ish pack it all up, and drive back into town. things between him and kate have been fixed up last night, so at least i'm miserable by myself. whoever said misery loves company can fuck off. i prefer to wallow in self pity with people who can help me out of it. we pack up, and drop the stuff off. i come home, can't find out who's won the election, and so i got to sleep. i get woken up by my mum, who tells me im going to relatives for a few days, and that my little cousin is really sick again, and doesn't look real crash hot. i mean, she is such a tough little kid, and it's not fair that she might... she's not looking real good at the moment, anyhow. i'm hoping the drugs work. hey, guys, prayers out to her for me, please? i'm not religious, but i guess it can't hurt, right? This Is A Low. but at least there is one or two good things coming out of this weekend. one, a certain P. Hanson doesn't have a seat in the Reps anymore, and looks like One Nation might disintergrate. what a damn pity (note sarcasm). Two, ish and kate have worked things out, so that's looking a bit better. and we're winning the cricket. so hey, it can only get better, right? right? sorry about the length and tone of the post, but i really needed to spell some issues out to myself, and posting them to you guys is, i've found, one of the best ways of working out whats going on. plus you guys are nice enough to feel sorry for me. dan, sorry to hear about olivia, but, hey, there's always the next exchange, right? sorry, that was macabre. i didn't mean it. i feel for you, man. ok, that's more than enough self pity for one night, Jess, the shrub once again kicks some shit and i'm glad you have Ginger on board, cause with that sort of writing staff, i'm sure you guys have the capability to become a multinational conglomerate of media outlets, telling the little people what to think and how to act, and then, my dear, the world will be a better place. Courtney, love your work. keep it real, baby. i'll be away till Wednesday, so i want everone to post, saying how sorry they are for me by then. ;) i love you guys. really. i'm tired now. nighty night then. Jordan _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 04 Oct 1998 20:38:52 EDT From: jaedonely@juno.com Subject: The cutie @ work question Hey guys, So in the middle o my pathetically single existence (hey, im enjoying it...grist for the poetry mill) walks in a cute kid named Nick. Nick is a co worker @ The Big Party. I just started there, so I know no one and I do not know what Im doing. Nick is buddies with my one friend there, Erin (we went to silverchair together a long time ago...shes @ publ. school, Im at catholic school) and Nick and Erin joke around together-their either buddies or working out some sexual tension thing; I cant figure it out. Nick is hot and that sends my voice and wit reeling into submission; I find hes only responsive to jokes and stuff... Oh yeah, I want the advice. I think that I should first find out if Erin has a thing for him, eh? She did mutter today that Nick wants to hook up with me, but I dont know if thats just a little remark. I do like him. Tomorrow, I am all over Elliott Smith singing free @ newbury comics on newbury st. I hope I cry and meet a sensitive skinny guy there. Because all the boys I know are still mourning Biggies death. Time to watch that 70s show-screw the calculus test! (Calculus..taught by my Mom. I have such issues.) ~Elisabeth Oh, Waltz #2, Baby Britain, I love those! They go with my mellow music mood. ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 04 Oct 1998 23:06:00 -0400 (EDT) From: KDEMCAK@WELLESLEY.EDU Subject: Hardball So maybe it's not as cool as My Generation but... tomorrow night I'll be on CNBC's Hardball with Chris Matthews. It airs 8 p.m. EDT and again at 11 p.m. EDT. So check me out and watch me squirm while Chris rips me apart! cheers, Katy ------------------------------ End of The Rockford Files V1 #265 *********************************