Sunday, August 26, 2001
ATTENTION THE SITE HAS MOVED!!!!!!!!!!!! drband2.tripod.com IS NO MORE! THE NEW ADDRESS IS yahhn.tripod.com SORRY FOR THE INCONVININCE I JUST GUESSED THAT yahhn IS ALOT EAISER TO REMEMBER THAN drband2...WELL CHECK OUT THE SITE. ITS BEING BUILT UP SO CHECK IT OUT....NEW SITE! UPDATE YOUR BOOKMARKS.......yay sure like anyone even checks the site out in the first place...so hey filipa go to my new site babe.
26.8.01
Saturday, August 25, 2001
Well, Hello everyone.
First I want to apoligize for not posting in eons. But i have to admit it was cool checking the site to see what the counter was up to everyone once and awhile and to my surprise people were still checking the site out. You all had hope albiet the slightest maybe even glissing hope that I would post. Thank you for your suport through this time of writers block (lazyness)
Actully the only reason why I'm posting now anyway is cuase i couldn't sleep. I've gotten used to the past few days where filipa and i would spend the wee hours of the mourning talking about random stuff.
Oh late night conversations...They are seriously the best! 3:00 o'clock in the mourning is the only time where a conversation about your dreams and failures in life could morph into " Do you really like it when i touch you there?" But then again a conversation about " Do you REALLY like it when i touch you there?" could turn into a conversation about why your scared to walk into your parents bed room around 11:00. But anyway..
I checked out Nick's site which i havn't done in ages...regretably. On his site which i highly recommend checking out..you could find tons of useless rants about everything from socks to rap vidio's to a mullet counter...Good stuff...best when feeling seseptable to randomness (ie. early in the mourning/very late at night).
The summer is coming to close pretty quickly now...I think this is time where trueness in friendships come out if have not done so already. It kinda freaky of how when your really not concentrated on it but there it is REAliTY. Your friend really doesn't like you. Your mother really didn't want to have you. Your dog only loves you cause you feed 'em. True this may suck for most...but for the few of you who have grown tough skins through out the years...my advice to ya'll, Be hurt by this. One thing i learned through out this summer, no body wants an asshole around when they want to bar-b-q. No one likes it when your brutly honest with them. I give you this advice from the bottom of my heart...yes, Heart..i supposably grown one this summer. Listen to it. The sex becomes soo much better with yo' wifey when you treat her good. But thats just my opinion i could be wrong.
Well, i think i pretty much said all i could for tonight...tomorrow i will write more...then the next day and then the next...oh yes! this site will be up and running once more! but only better cuase i have not just grown as a person but a waist size also..so that means no running for me! just sitting down and corrupting my brain with endless supply of free porn and destroying my carple tunel with type after type of letter put into a tought out sequence for YOU the readers of Danny Rivera Band homepage to enjoy...goodnite.
25.8.01
Monday, August 13, 2001
alright just saw my brother and his girlfriend naked....
13.8.01
Monday, July 23, 2001
Work today was the most boring and hottest day ever. I was lucky enough to find a little green "super" ball, and it kept me sane throughout the day. You can't understand how funny it is when a manager has to yell at you for playing with a ball...there just not used to it. It's like... "hey danny can you just stop...wait are you playing with a ball?... well, ....stop. don't you have work or something???...no? oh...sorry... can i play? YaY! this shit if the coolest! oh shit...we just broke a whole in the ceiling...danny put the ball away."
Right now i'm waiting for my aunt from puerto rico to come...this is going to be sooo great. she's coming down for my cousin's wedding. As most of ya know she's the mother of casandra...the baby girl in the picture i force everyone to look at. This is her second wedding...same guy... different place, get me?
You know whats wierd, when one of your close friends does something to hurt you and you just let it go...but once something in the relationship changes, it starts getting to you. Like i understand people change and all, but shit why does everything always change for a negitvie way? Well. i guess if it were a positive way we wouldn't be complaining. Oh well.
23.7.01
Saturday, July 21, 2001
This is not going to be a normal post.
A few days ago on my way to work, my father's cellphone started ringing. It was Stacy a sweet girl whos a friend of the family. She was asking for my brother and my father just told her to call my mother and find Ted (my bro) 's number. He later checked his message on the cell phone and heard a sobering voice. It was another friend of the family, Scot. He was crying and trying to explain to my brother (if you didn't get it both scot and stacy though my dad's cell was my bro's) that a friend of his got into a bad accident.
Not really giving much thought into the whole thing my father and I went on with our buiesness listening to La Mega on our way to work. When we arrived, my father called my brother just informing him that stacy and scot called. Then we just worked.
I took a break around 12:00 and went to my dad's garage and asked him if he knew what happened. He told me that Jeff (a great guy and another friend of the family) got into an accident and got hurt. I casually asked him if he's allright...my father then looked at me and said he ain't doing to good. I don't really know how i felt when he said that. Kinda confused i guess, a little sad and i just didn't think about it much.
When i got home i asked my mother, "what's going on?" she told me that jeff was going down a slide and he hit his head and it cracked open. He's brain dead. You can't possibly imigine how scary the words brian dead are unless you've heard them before. Once she said them all my memories of my aunt rushed into my mind and just planted themselves. I was still so confused, how can someone going down a slide end up brain dead?? It didn't make any sense whatso ever. It stayed in the back of my head until my brother came home. He was noticibly upset and i asked him "how is he?" he looked at me and just said, " dead" . even now as i write this the same thing happened to me when i heard the word dead... i just froze in his doorway, i didn't know what to say. I mean here is a guy, a great wonderful guy that would never talk bad about anyone, gone. just that bluntly, there was no suger coating about his death it was just hard cold realitly that shit we'll never get to see him again. He's dead. He died going down one of those super sized slides you see at carnivals. see what happened was it started raining and the carnival offialces closed down the slide. The burlap sacks were put away and at ten o'clock the fair closed for the night. Jeff volentering as a clean up guy went down the slide without the sack. He was a pretty big guy and the slide was wet...he had just too much speed. the first bump threw him into the air and when he landed his head hit the slide. he went unconince. That was the end of him.
I don't know wheater im sad or pissed cause you see jeff was a firefighter. He saved people from burning house and shit. and he dies going down a fucking slide!? how the fuck does shit like this happen? i can't write any more . night.
21.7.01
Tuesday, July 17, 2001
LoxTheCat: I'm upset that you haven't updated you page. For a while there I ranked you above Eric's page in the blog charts Skarface99: why? LoxTheCat: because I like yours better LoxTheCat: but since you don't update it you lose points Skarface99: i'll get to it. i swear LoxTheCat: bullshit LoxTheCat: you'll probably go and copy this conversation and say it's a new post Skarface99: i wont! i'll actully write one. LoxTheCat: and where's my autographed copy of hard water? Skarface99: you'll get it Skarface99: give me time Skarface99: i forgot how to sign my name LoxTheCat: hmmm. This is strange. You're being too cooperative Skarface99: i feel bad thats why LoxTheCat: just make some illegible mark I'll know it's you Skarface99: ...maybe i'm growing a heart...this is freaky...i actully care what your saying...oh god! whats going on with me!!!!!!!! Skarface99: Milly is stupid...ahh i feel better LoxTheCat: hehehe the mental picture of "growing a heart" is funny LoxTheCat: like it's a plant and you're on a farm cultivating it Skarface99: hmmm....that would make a cool painting for andy worhal or someone LoxTheCat: nah Andy Warhol is all "pop art" like Skarface99: NO it should be done by some gothic chick....no that would make it look stupid and melodramatic... LoxTheCat: it shuold be done by Acid Burn LoxTheCat: he's a goth... he writes poetry Skarface99: yea but think about it...The grich who stole christmas...its pop...its a staple of our youth Skarface99: and andy worhal does just that...paint LoxTheCat: yeah... but what does that have to do with cultivating hearts? Skarface99: its exaclty what my father always said. Skarface99: when your at work, walk around with a piece of paper and it looks like your busy! it seriously works. Thats the only thing i have ever learned from my father...that and women love to be beaten LoxTheCat: See, I work at a desk... so I always have excel or word open with a document... so whenever anyone comes around it looks like I'm doing shit Skarface99: well i drive cars and you have a girl job to me LoxTheCat: I do LoxTheCat: but whatever Skarface99: i hurt my back at work today Skarface99: i have these sharp ass shooting pains and then i went to my doctor and like i have to keep him informed if i piss blood or something.
Enjoy this for now until i can actully walk and stuff.
17.7.01
Sunday, July 08, 2001
A NEW POST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ok well, my email this mourning was filled with surveys filled out by my friends and emails declaring that my penis could be made bigger by 2-4 inches...
After reading the surveys i noticed that there was one i didn't read... it was milly's. Now and one who is close to me knows that...wait no! anyone who knows just my name knows that i think Milly is the dumbest person in the world...well after reading her survey i realized something...she is the dumbest person in the world...so i'm going to post some highlights of her survey. ( anything writting after * is me commenting.)
2. Are you currently involved with someone? lol...ok i hate questions like these b/c they put me on the spot and then i start to giggle...ok fine yes i am seeing someone...lol * hey stupid. we can't see you. only someone with the IQ of an ardvark would feel "on the spot" from a damn internet survey question! imagine this...
(from an aol profile) Computer used: ? lol...ok i hate questions like these b/c they put me on the spot and then i start to giggle...ok fine yes i am seeing someone...lol
IDIOT!
11. If you could not kill but have someone vanish from your life forever who would it be. i think shes already vanished eventhough i lost my best friend b/c of this person im glad that shes gone...not my best friend but the other person *thanks for clarifing that you twit.*
16. What grade will you be in September? ill be a junior
17. What's your favorite song? meatloaf -"ill do anything for love" *hey and by the way stupid. the song is actully i Will do anything for love...being that this is your favorite song...get the fucking lyrics right!
18. Do you know what a Llama is? ok next question *it sounds like she is offended by this question.*
21. What's the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to you? besides being blamed for things that i never did it would be falling in front of my whole 6th grade reading class *the part weres shes talking about being blamed for things... she is talking about the time that martin told everyone that he had sex with her...sooner or later i'll make a list of all the people martin has had sex with...you never know...YOU could be on that list.
" The smarter you are, the dumber everyone else seems." quote by Ted Rivera. peace
8.7.01
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