The Roxy (original) (raw)

Thu, Jun. 15th, 2006, 01:14 am

randomnumbers: (no subject)

I am now a myspace junky. I don't pretend that I'm ever going to be really any more active on here as the sporatic posts that have been occuring since the first time i went nuts because of an ex and deleted half my life when i was under www.livejournal.com/users/oracius but... whatever. I'll be on here from time to time i'm sure. but if you want to keep up check in to www.myspace.com/oracius

Sat, Aug. 6th, 2005, 12:20 am

randomnumbers: JULY 27th:::: ADIOS MUTHER FUCKER :P*****()

horrid horrid drinks to have at the end of an evening full of liquor. AMF. I don't even remember all that happened because of that damned drink. Red Cap Garage some pool a dead nazi and a couple pitchers--- Embers a red headed slut a pitcher and loud music on the "goth" night(wednesday), a few more bars i cant remember and a few more shots and pitchers, back to embers to get tossed on stage, outed as turning 21 that day. The woman on the stage asks, " straight, bi, gay, unspecified?"
I answer slurring noticeably... "I'm gay as fuck"

Then to Kelley's to be finished off by an appropriately named drink.

ADIOS MOTHER FUCKER.... AMF

I don't remember much after that, I remember the window of my friend's car being child-safe and me having to open the door to expell some of what I've taken in, hopes of gaining some semblance of sobriety fading with my coherency. Apparently I was trying to open the door even on the freeway at speeds of 65+, I ooooooooze out of the car when we get home and onto a road grate in the parking lot, and after that what i know is what i'm told. I spit and cursed and flipped the bird, passed out on the toilet whilst pissing, stood up and proclaimed "fuckit" while wiping with some poor roommate's towel. I also apparently was groped by my girlfriend.... I don't know.... She must've thought it was the only way to touch me... being passed out probably seeming preferable to my incoherent spitting and cursing whilst conscious.

since then... i've eased back on the drinking

we have to keep some balance here.

Thu, Nov. 11th, 2004, 10:14 pm

diss0lvedgirl: (no subject)

can anyone tell me of some bars or bar-restaurants that normally do not card? it's important.

try and be specific on the name of the restaurant and which one it is (which location.. always important) :D

i live in the SE Portland area, right next to gresham. i am willing to travel downtown or to troutdale.. etc. just lemme know of some places

Fri, Sep. 17th, 2004, 09:44 am

riansnider: 'ello all

So, I guess I don't really "freak-uent"/frequent the roxy... but...... it rocks and I was there last night... so, that counts enough for me to join this community. (?)
(plus the roxy has been on my interest list for a while).

yup, so long story short: hi.

Sat, Jul. 17th, 2004, 05:17 pm

randomnumbers: INDYstructible

I'm not feeling all too talkative, but I was directed to this community by another member, and I thought I'd join, considering how much of my life is filled with that void existant only in the caffeinnated-juke love experience I get there.

Some of you may or may not know me, Ann//Indy... androgynous fucker. My journal is dominantly the ramblings of a random number in this crazy vast world, but the last post I actually placed had some current pics, if y'all are interested.

Anycase, whenever I get my happy-ass back up from this wretched, sun-ridden state of California, soon to be Arizona Bay (at least in my dreams), I'll be sure to drop some change down and buy some RoxyCrack and a Las Vegas Breakfast with a muthafuckin' English Muffin.
*winces*.... ahh I miss that, I feel so deprived.

Mon, Jun. 14th, 2004, 12:56 pm

wutheringlows: on such a monday like today

the roxy is closed and i am human for one day out of the week. i just stepped out of a steaming washroom with almost all of my metaphorical greasepaint scraped off.. no flailing jerky bodily movements or crass 40 watt smiles as obvious as a g-stringed beaver swinging it in your face. just some slightly noisy blacklung longplayer in the background and damp hair hanging in my face. having played at least 5 shows nightly for the past two years i'm starting to realise that i have put a lot of ideas and projects on hold just to scrape by..like what happened to my dream of a lo-fi-multimedium-pop-roadshow or studying different languages? expensive body-mods, ethnic dance and aesthetic overload? i dunno....but it's scary how those thing float right out of your head when your work schedule cuts you away from your friends and you end up too tired to have a life opting for sleep during the day rather than productivity. i'm not so shallow as to envy all the kids that frequent the sight-and-bite who have all day to geek out on their aesthetics and creative impulses...just shallow enough to wish them between that rock and a hard place called poverty. anyone have a croquet set? anyone want to invade a park and play with a make-up-less sight-and-bite star?