Sunday, July 17, 2005
A Long Sunday
I am getting ready to go home. I did my 13.2 hours and I am tired. Surprisingly I am not damn tired. Not yet. It is 9:09pm right now and I got here at 8am. I got to be back for 8am Monday morning. Don't worry I am not asking for sympathy. I didn't do it for that. I did it for the overtime. Plain and simple it will be like an extra day's pay. I can deal with that.
What I can't deal with as easily is that I got a cab ride home and then I got a toilet that has been acting up. It has been slow to drain and me without a plunger. I got to get one tomorrow if it is still like it is. Work that plumber's helper and let the shit flow like the mighty Nile river. Except the toilet is probably cleaner. Anyone for a swim. I didn't think so.
We will spend so much money in this country on sports teams and stadiums but ask to build better water treatment plants and other public works and there is no money. It is kind of sick and sad in a way but who cares? No one. It goes the same for health care, schools, yadda yadda. But as long as I have money for strippers and porno I am happy and so should you.
Look at me going off on a tangent when it's all time for me to go home. I might write more later if I can think of anything even remotely interesting. It doesn't look positive though. Laterzzz....
Wait! I got home and now I will add a bit. I didn't have to wait long for a cab. What I do is--as we ride away from the employee entrance I look over at the Winter entrance and there are cabs there alot of the time. Today there where at least two and maybe three there. I get the the employee garage/center and then I called the cab. Sometimes it can take damn near forever but tonight, thank the Gods of taxicabs, it didn't. The cab was there within 5 minutes.
It costs about $25 to get from work to my front door. That is a lot of money--to me. But I guess it's worth it. Especially on a day like today where I earn a little good job points for staying after the time I had to. Plus time and half for overtime don't ever hurt. I just think it would be better if I made more money. I know there are people making more money than I, with less responsibilities, and who are just about as stupid as a fireplug. I want that money. I do get a raise in two months when my review comes up, in theory. I been screwed at other jobs and I expect to be screwed at this one. It's always best to hope for the best but be prepared for the worst. And I am. Or will be. Or whatever.
Now, let's talk about girls real quick. When you see a girl and they got that ass, you know the one. The one that sits there in jeans and makes you wonder how the denim can hug that much and makes you really want to be a pair of pants. Then when they walk and you see the ass rock from side to side or do that little rock and hop and you can tell that she definately is not wearing granny panties and all you can do is smile because deep down what you really want to do is let your hands slide all over that sweet sweet ass and pull her tight against you. I have followed that sweet ass up the hallway at work, not in a stalking way--just in my normal everyday way, and it is like all the cares of the world just melt away. A sexy ass is a beautiful thing forever--to paraphrase a bit. And of course there are always the girls who you hate to see go but you LOVE to watch them walk away.
Now that is a tangent. Laterzzz...pt2.
What I can't deal with as easily is that I got a cab ride home and then I got a toilet that has been acting up. It has been slow to drain and me without a plunger. I got to get one tomorrow if it is still like it is. Work that plumber's helper and let the shit flow like the mighty Nile river. Except the toilet is probably cleaner. Anyone for a swim. I didn't think so.
We will spend so much money in this country on sports teams and stadiums but ask to build better water treatment plants and other public works and there is no money. It is kind of sick and sad in a way but who cares? No one. It goes the same for health care, schools, yadda yadda. But as long as I have money for strippers and porno I am happy and so should you.
Look at me going off on a tangent when it's all time for me to go home. I might write more later if I can think of anything even remotely interesting. It doesn't look positive though. Laterzzz....
Wait! I got home and now I will add a bit. I didn't have to wait long for a cab. What I do is--as we ride away from the employee entrance I look over at the Winter entrance and there are cabs there alot of the time. Today there where at least two and maybe three there. I get the the employee garage/center and then I called the cab. Sometimes it can take damn near forever but tonight, thank the Gods of taxicabs, it didn't. The cab was there within 5 minutes.
It costs about $25 to get from work to my front door. That is a lot of money--to me. But I guess it's worth it. Especially on a day like today where I earn a little good job points for staying after the time I had to. Plus time and half for overtime don't ever hurt. I just think it would be better if I made more money. I know there are people making more money than I, with less responsibilities, and who are just about as stupid as a fireplug. I want that money. I do get a raise in two months when my review comes up, in theory. I been screwed at other jobs and I expect to be screwed at this one. It's always best to hope for the best but be prepared for the worst. And I am. Or will be. Or whatever.
Now, let's talk about girls real quick. When you see a girl and they got that ass, you know the one. The one that sits there in jeans and makes you wonder how the denim can hug that much and makes you really want to be a pair of pants. Then when they walk and you see the ass rock from side to side or do that little rock and hop and you can tell that she definately is not wearing granny panties and all you can do is smile because deep down what you really want to do is let your hands slide all over that sweet sweet ass and pull her tight against you. I have followed that sweet ass up the hallway at work, not in a stalking way--just in my normal everyday way, and it is like all the cares of the world just melt away. A sexy ass is a beautiful thing forever--to paraphrase a bit. And of course there are always the girls who you hate to see go but you LOVE to watch them walk away.
Now that is a tangent. Laterzzz...pt2.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
It's good...
Mmmm...Diet Pepsi. Ice Cold. Hits the damn spot. It's too damn hot and I don't feel like moving. Well, I might move a little later. Boing!
Right now I a going to drink my soda, watch my DVD, and think about getting up at 5 in the morning. That sucks. It's less than 5 hours away. Damn. Damn. Damn. Fuck. Ok. I will write more tomorrow. Laterzzz...
Right now I a going to drink my soda, watch my DVD, and think about getting up at 5 in the morning. That sucks. It's less than 5 hours away. Damn. Damn. Damn. Fuck. Ok. I will write more tomorrow. Laterzzz...
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Help me please...
God, help me out of here today. I just don't feel like working. I just want to go home and veg. I am just having a crummy day and I don't want to be here. I have never been a fan of Tuesdays and my God, this is a Tuesday.
The bitch of the bunch is that I am wearing a pair of pants today and the damn zipper won't stay up. I get up and start moving and the damn thing starts moving south. Last thing I need is to be walking down the hall with my unit hanging out. Well, to be honest things could hang out and no one would probably notice. But I digress, it is a pain in the ass having to walk and check on the fucking zipper. I can't think of anything to do to stop the damn thing so I am not in the fucking mood to even go to lunch because then I have to keep checking on the damn thing and feel like some kind of freaking pervert always putting my hand near my zipper. I knew I should not have warm these pants today but they were the only semi-decent ones that were clean. i have had nothing but bad luck with them since I got them. First time I wore them the crotch gets a small hole. So I sewed it up. Then I notice how they suck up all the lint in the universe. Fine, I get a lint brush. Now, the fucking zipper. How the in the hell do you fix that?
I am a firm believer in the phrase," If it's not one thing, it's another." I also like,"If it's not one thing, it's your mother." But that is just me.
I just got back from going to lunch. I didn't eat. I am not in the mood to eat. When I get is a bad mood I usually use food to try heal the pain. It never works. I just end up feeling full and feeling bad because I ate so much. I need to start to not eat when I feel bad. The only problem is I eat when I feel good. I eat too much and feel bad again. It's a vicious circle. I wish I was addicted to heroin instead. It would make my life so much easier. You can give up drugs and never have to take drugs again. You can't give up food. It just doesn't happen. At least not if you want to live long--and prosper...hehehe sorry, the inner trekkie in me couldn't resist that one.
You know, what pisses me off about the zipper is that things should work in this world like they are supposed to. When they don't it kind of drives me insane. For example, I had this hands free headset for my phone, and the thing stopped working. I tried bending the cord, not moving, holding it this way and that, finally I had to admit the thing was broken. And I was pissed. Same thing with my TV. when it went on the fritz. The only thing that I like to not work in my house is me and I am off of work in like nine
minutes so until next time--- laterzzz....
The bitch of the bunch is that I am wearing a pair of pants today and the damn zipper won't stay up. I get up and start moving and the damn thing starts moving south. Last thing I need is to be walking down the hall with my unit hanging out. Well, to be honest things could hang out and no one would probably notice. But I digress, it is a pain in the ass having to walk and check on the fucking zipper. I can't think of anything to do to stop the damn thing so I am not in the fucking mood to even go to lunch because then I have to keep checking on the damn thing and feel like some kind of freaking pervert always putting my hand near my zipper. I knew I should not have warm these pants today but they were the only semi-decent ones that were clean. i have had nothing but bad luck with them since I got them. First time I wore them the crotch gets a small hole. So I sewed it up. Then I notice how they suck up all the lint in the universe. Fine, I get a lint brush. Now, the fucking zipper. How the in the hell do you fix that?
I am a firm believer in the phrase," If it's not one thing, it's another." I also like,"If it's not one thing, it's your mother." But that is just me.
I just got back from going to lunch. I didn't eat. I am not in the mood to eat. When I get is a bad mood I usually use food to try heal the pain. It never works. I just end up feeling full and feeling bad because I ate so much. I need to start to not eat when I feel bad. The only problem is I eat when I feel good. I eat too much and feel bad again. It's a vicious circle. I wish I was addicted to heroin instead. It would make my life so much easier. You can give up drugs and never have to take drugs again. You can't give up food. It just doesn't happen. At least not if you want to live long--and prosper...hehehe sorry, the inner trekkie in me couldn't resist that one.
You know, what pisses me off about the zipper is that things should work in this world like they are supposed to. When they don't it kind of drives me insane. For example, I had this hands free headset for my phone, and the thing stopped working. I tried bending the cord, not moving, holding it this way and that, finally I had to admit the thing was broken. And I was pissed. Same thing with my TV. when it went on the fritz. The only thing that I like to not work in my house is me and I am off of work in like nine
minutes so until next time--- laterzzz....
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Happiness or not?
I don't like to say that I am happy. I don't like to say that things are going fine. In fact, when I do feel good I get a dubious feeling that it will all end soon. I also think that if you are too happy you anger the universe and bad things line up to get to you. Is that superstitious? Probably (throwing salt over my shoulder). I don't think I am. I will walk under a ladder, I will open an umbrella inside, and I will light three on a match (ok maybe not that). I will not rock a rocking chair with no one in it, that is where I draw the line. (Just in case you don't know this one it is said if you rock a rocking chair with no one in it someone will die.)
I do believe in Karma. I don't know if I believe in fate though.I think that if� you throw good out into the universe you have a better chance of it coming back but if you put bad out there it might come back double. It's not like a steadfast rule or anything. I just think that sometimes what goes around comes around. I also think sometimes it goes around a little slow and that maybe it is our job to speed it up. With a gun.
Especially for child killing scum like that guy in Utah, or Idaho, or whatever one of those potato growing states in the west it was. The guy is so guilty as to not even be debatable. He needs to be walked into a room that has a drain in the floor and a bullet should be put into his head.Then you close the door and let the fucker drain. No muss and very little fuss. And believe me it is better than he deserves. In a fair world you'd let the family deal with him. Painfully. God forbid if it happened to my daughter, should I ever have one, I would make the guy beg me to kill him. I am not at all joking. I would make his last day, or weeks, a blinding sheet of misery. I would give him blood transfusions just to keep him alive while I inflicted retribution and justice on him. Maybe I would leave him alive, no arms, no legs, no eyes (I would make him eat those), I would make him deaf and remove his vocal chords and tongue. Right before I took his hearing I would let him know that one day I would be back, after he has spent years in some government prison being a sex doll for other perverts, and I would give him one more week of pain--because I could. Would it ease my pain? No. Could it change what he had done? No. Would I still do it? Yes. Simple as that. Laterzzz...
I do believe in Karma. I don't know if I believe in fate though.I think that if� you throw good out into the universe you have a better chance of it coming back but if you put bad out there it might come back double. It's not like a steadfast rule or anything. I just think that sometimes what goes around comes around. I also think sometimes it goes around a little slow and that maybe it is our job to speed it up. With a gun.
Especially for child killing scum like that guy in Utah, or Idaho, or whatever one of those potato growing states in the west it was. The guy is so guilty as to not even be debatable. He needs to be walked into a room that has a drain in the floor and a bullet should be put into his head.Then you close the door and let the fucker drain. No muss and very little fuss. And believe me it is better than he deserves. In a fair world you'd let the family deal with him. Painfully. God forbid if it happened to my daughter, should I ever have one, I would make the guy beg me to kill him. I am not at all joking. I would make his last day, or weeks, a blinding sheet of misery. I would give him blood transfusions just to keep him alive while I inflicted retribution and justice on him. Maybe I would leave him alive, no arms, no legs, no eyes (I would make him eat those), I would make him deaf and remove his vocal chords and tongue. Right before I took his hearing I would let him know that one day I would be back, after he has spent years in some government prison being a sex doll for other perverts, and I would give him one more week of pain--because I could. Would it ease my pain? No. Could it change what he had done? No. Would I still do it? Yes. Simple as that. Laterzzz...
Saturday, July 09, 2005
I knew this...
I am full of shit.
At least that is what I have been told. I tend to believe it though. Hell, I revel in it. Especially when I am told by someone who I am making laugh. I like that. I would like to do that for a living. I think making people laugh is a noble profession. I would like to make them think while they are laughing. Just a little bit. Those are usually the best kinds of laughs, the ones that make you realize how some things are taken way too seriously.
I mean sometimes the only way to get away from the horrors of the world is to laugh. Other times there is no escape. Like in London yesterday. What a bunch of cowards those who did it are. (That is assuming it wasn't the French over losing the Olympics. A joke--its a joke.) They bomb inocent people on their way to work and then don't even have the balls to stand up and say, "Hey yeah we did it, what you gonna do about it?" Bomb your sorry asses back to the crappy desert you came from.
Ok, this is the part where I say, "Well, we can't confirm or deny...blah blah blah." If the people who did this don't have at least one person among them named Akmed or Mohammed, I would be damned surprised. And I don't surprise easily. But I don't really want to talk about that right now.
What I do want to talk about is...uh...damn. I lost my train of thought. Oh, yeah I know. I am gonna talk about going home because I am tired and have to get up and come back to this damn casino in like 9 hours and by the time I get home it might be like 8 hours and then I got to get up by at least 530 so that will actually be like 5 and a half hours and that gives me no time to jerk off or do anything fun and hell, I might not even get to post this damn entry until tomorrow night so that it will no longer be relevent if it ever was. Ok, now I am fucking pissed! I will see you Laterzzz....
At least that is what I have been told. I tend to believe it though. Hell, I revel in it. Especially when I am told by someone who I am making laugh. I like that. I would like to do that for a living. I think making people laugh is a noble profession. I would like to make them think while they are laughing. Just a little bit. Those are usually the best kinds of laughs, the ones that make you realize how some things are taken way too seriously.
I mean sometimes the only way to get away from the horrors of the world is to laugh. Other times there is no escape. Like in London yesterday. What a bunch of cowards those who did it are. (That is assuming it wasn't the French over losing the Olympics. A joke--its a joke.) They bomb inocent people on their way to work and then don't even have the balls to stand up and say, "Hey yeah we did it, what you gonna do about it?" Bomb your sorry asses back to the crappy desert you came from.
Ok, this is the part where I say, "Well, we can't confirm or deny...blah blah blah." If the people who did this don't have at least one person among them named Akmed or Mohammed, I would be damned surprised. And I don't surprise easily. But I don't really want to talk about that right now.
What I do want to talk about is...uh...damn. I lost my train of thought. Oh, yeah I know. I am gonna talk about going home because I am tired and have to get up and come back to this damn casino in like 9 hours and by the time I get home it might be like 8 hours and then I got to get up by at least 530 so that will actually be like 5 and a half hours and that gives me no time to jerk off or do anything fun and hell, I might not even get to post this damn entry until tomorrow night so that it will no longer be relevent if it ever was. Ok, now I am fucking pissed! I will see you Laterzzz....
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
I can' remember what I was thinking when I wrote this.
Mostly, I find I don't like myself. That may be harsh but it is true. I see myself sometimes only through my failures and missed opportunities. Then I realize that I am in the middle of it all and I am currently fucking it all up. I am in a job I don't particularly find that interesting, I live alone, broke, and really have very little positive going on. I should be just about to the point where I slit my wrists. But I am not. Why?
Maybe it is because I realize things are messed up? It's not a surpise. The question is can I do anything about anything any time soon. It seems sometimes that even if I start to overcome any problems that I may have it will take such a long time to get myself to a good place that it is hardly worth the effort. that must be why New Year's resolutions fail. You still have the rest of the year to go to get fufill them, and that is a long time. A long long time. In January, December can be forever.
And yet as I write this I am really not that bummed out about this. I had a good morning. Some might say very good. I can(knock on wood) pay all my bills. I met a cool friend recently. I got a roof (again knock on wood) over my head and in something almost resembling good health. I got what I guess I need but not what I want and I know that is not the way to be but I guess you have to want some things if you are alive. Maybe that is part of what makes us human is that we don't just strive for what we need but we have our wants. The balancing act is to try to keep them in perspective; wants versus needs.
Shit, what I need is to get laid and I want it to be soon. I also want a car. I guess that is just another type of ride. Something quick and agile and can handle the corners and the rough spots well. Something that will go for long distances and stop on a dime. Something that will get going in the cold and can take the heat. And like I said a car would also be nice.
On a lighter note, I have no lighter note. I can't think of anything. See, that is why I miss cable. I can get all kinds of news and shit from it. I guess I got the internet but then you got to read and that takes effort. I don't read newspapers. Not because i don't like them, I do, its just that I don't usually have the timeor the inclination to do so. I mean I will read I like Sunday's paper. Lot's of pretty pictures. Plenty of circulars for stuff to buy. I like pretty pictures. I like Christmas trees. I like pretty pictures of Christmas trees. Hehehe. Sorry for the tangent there but that is too funny.
I think I am having a hard time concentrating tonight because I just want to go home. I am tired. I have had enough. I want to lay down and sleep. Laterzzz...
Maybe it is because I realize things are messed up? It's not a surpise. The question is can I do anything about anything any time soon. It seems sometimes that even if I start to overcome any problems that I may have it will take such a long time to get myself to a good place that it is hardly worth the effort. that must be why New Year's resolutions fail. You still have the rest of the year to go to get fufill them, and that is a long time. A long long time. In January, December can be forever.
And yet as I write this I am really not that bummed out about this. I had a good morning. Some might say very good. I can(knock on wood) pay all my bills. I met a cool friend recently. I got a roof (again knock on wood) over my head and in something almost resembling good health. I got what I guess I need but not what I want and I know that is not the way to be but I guess you have to want some things if you are alive. Maybe that is part of what makes us human is that we don't just strive for what we need but we have our wants. The balancing act is to try to keep them in perspective; wants versus needs.
Shit, what I need is to get laid and I want it to be soon. I also want a car. I guess that is just another type of ride. Something quick and agile and can handle the corners and the rough spots well. Something that will go for long distances and stop on a dime. Something that will get going in the cold and can take the heat. And like I said a car would also be nice.
On a lighter note, I have no lighter note. I can't think of anything. See, that is why I miss cable. I can get all kinds of news and shit from it. I guess I got the internet but then you got to read and that takes effort. I don't read newspapers. Not because i don't like them, I do, its just that I don't usually have the timeor the inclination to do so. I mean I will read I like Sunday's paper. Lot's of pretty pictures. Plenty of circulars for stuff to buy. I like pretty pictures. I like Christmas trees. I like pretty pictures of Christmas trees. Hehehe. Sorry for the tangent there but that is too funny.
I think I am having a hard time concentrating tonight because I just want to go home. I am tired. I have had enough. I want to lay down and sleep. Laterzzz...
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Just got something on my mind...
Hi kids! What's shaking? Nothing here just working like a dawg. Maybe not a dog like an Australian Shepherd or Boarder Collie but maybe like a poodle, or a wiener dog. Woof! I shall refrain from making any leg humping jokes here but feel free to joke amongst yourselves.
I have been listening to Guns and Roses alleged "greatest hits" I am a big GnR fan from way back and this is a solid compilation but it doesn't have a few songs I consider essential. But that is what the original CD's are for. I mean one could argue that Appetite for Destruction is a greatest hits album all to itself. This is serviceable though. And it beats some of the crap that people play at their desks. All I have to do is keep it low so as not to offend the sensibilities of the more delicate types. Delicate types irritate me. This a fucking America deal with the power of the expletive.
My God I am tired and not just a little bit randy. As I sit here at work, typing this and hoping no one looks over my shoulder and that the Eye Tee guys are not screening emails, all I can think is that I have a pretty large desk here. Someone could fit quite easily underneath. The someone underneath could sort of do things to me while they were under the desk. I am not talking about tying my laces together or giving me a hotfoot. Nor am I referring to a pedicure and foot massage. Not that I would object to either. Must be something in the air today. I feel like a rooster when the new chickens arrive! Its time to jump up on the fence and crow. Cock-a-doodle Oh hell yeah!
Its almost like spring is in the air. It's not though. It's summer. But I don't care. I just feel that way. Now all I really need is to find a girl who will take advantage of me in all kind of interesting and creative and if I am lucky illegal in some southern states. I mean I don't want some freak, oh wait, yeah I kinda do. And what kind of girl do I like? Tall? Short? Brunette? Blonde? Redhead? Big girl, petite or somewhere in between? Small perkies or big and bouncy jubblies? Tight bottom or a ghetto booty? Black, white, Asian, Cherokee or Samoan? The answer is--Yes Please! I will take any and all combinations.
If you stroke my fancy (so to speak) you can be just about anything. I just want you to have a brain, have a heart, and maybe laugh at my jokes every once in awhile. Hell, even I don't think I am funny more than like 10% of the time. I would also want a woman who like to just be with me and accepts me for who I am and might even help me to be better. That's the weird thing, looks and lust they only go so far. I think a woman who can make me think and can carry on a conversation but may not be super model looking is awesome. I mean in the dark what does it matter anyway? Limiting yourself to some preconceived idea of what is beautiful is dumb. I also think that for me at least inner beauty can make outer beauty better. It enhances so to speak. Like botox. Except if you have a great personality you can show emotion on your face.
OK, I am going to go to lunch. Maybe scope out some hot chicks. Or chicken wings.I am not sure what is for lunch. I am kinda hungry but not really. I am hungry for something that they don't have down in the grill. Something tasty and sloppy and lo-cal. Something that satisfies but always leaves you wanting more. I want to sit down to a big meal and I also want to be the main course. I don't want food! Food I got! I want something that you can buy, but it is oh, so much better when it is given away. Damn! I think I need to end this now before I get all carried away. But you know what? I really don't care about getting carried away. I am tired of being lonely. Shit needs to change. Any takers? No? Damn. Laterzzz...
I have been listening to Guns and Roses alleged "greatest hits" I am a big GnR fan from way back and this is a solid compilation but it doesn't have a few songs I consider essential. But that is what the original CD's are for. I mean one could argue that Appetite for Destruction is a greatest hits album all to itself. This is serviceable though. And it beats some of the crap that people play at their desks. All I have to do is keep it low so as not to offend the sensibilities of the more delicate types. Delicate types irritate me. This a fucking America deal with the power of the expletive.
My God I am tired and not just a little bit randy. As I sit here at work, typing this and hoping no one looks over my shoulder and that the Eye Tee guys are not screening emails, all I can think is that I have a pretty large desk here. Someone could fit quite easily underneath. The someone underneath could sort of do things to me while they were under the desk. I am not talking about tying my laces together or giving me a hotfoot. Nor am I referring to a pedicure and foot massage. Not that I would object to either. Must be something in the air today. I feel like a rooster when the new chickens arrive! Its time to jump up on the fence and crow. Cock-a-doodle Oh hell yeah!
Its almost like spring is in the air. It's not though. It's summer. But I don't care. I just feel that way. Now all I really need is to find a girl who will take advantage of me in all kind of interesting and creative and if I am lucky illegal in some southern states. I mean I don't want some freak, oh wait, yeah I kinda do. And what kind of girl do I like? Tall? Short? Brunette? Blonde? Redhead? Big girl, petite or somewhere in between? Small perkies or big and bouncy jubblies? Tight bottom or a ghetto booty? Black, white, Asian, Cherokee or Samoan? The answer is--Yes Please! I will take any and all combinations.
If you stroke my fancy (so to speak) you can be just about anything. I just want you to have a brain, have a heart, and maybe laugh at my jokes every once in awhile. Hell, even I don't think I am funny more than like 10% of the time. I would also want a woman who like to just be with me and accepts me for who I am and might even help me to be better. That's the weird thing, looks and lust they only go so far. I think a woman who can make me think and can carry on a conversation but may not be super model looking is awesome. I mean in the dark what does it matter anyway? Limiting yourself to some preconceived idea of what is beautiful is dumb. I also think that for me at least inner beauty can make outer beauty better. It enhances so to speak. Like botox. Except if you have a great personality you can show emotion on your face.
OK, I am going to go to lunch. Maybe scope out some hot chicks. Or chicken wings.I am not sure what is for lunch. I am kinda hungry but not really. I am hungry for something that they don't have down in the grill. Something tasty and sloppy and lo-cal. Something that satisfies but always leaves you wanting more. I want to sit down to a big meal and I also want to be the main course. I don't want food! Food I got! I want something that you can buy, but it is oh, so much better when it is given away. Damn! I think I need to end this now before I get all carried away. But you know what? I really don't care about getting carried away. I am tired of being lonely. Shit needs to change. Any takers? No? Damn. Laterzzz...
Saturday, July 02, 2005
Saturday and America
Sleep. It's weird but I seem to be getting by with less right now. Take Thursday, I stayed up late, until after 3am, and was still able to get up for 7:30am. Now don't get me wrong I was tired but it was more of the normal garden variety tired than a tired from lack of sleep. Yesterday I didn't get to sleep until after 1am and was still able to get up for 5:30am. I wonder if it is just the Summer? I heard that sometimes your body needs less sleep when there are more hours of daylight.I wonder if I am on a manic upswing that will end with me spinning into a deep dark depression where I will sleep for 24 hours lamenting the date of my birth? Do ya think?
Actually, I don't think that is it. I don't feel especially manic (not that I suffer from mood swings of a nature that medicine is needed but I am a Gemini and I do have certain duelistic tendencies. And if you don't belive is such a thing I don't know if I do� either but it sounds good). Either way, I feel good; knock on wood.
I saw on the news that Justice Sandra Day o'Conner was stepping down. I was surprised that it wasn't Renquist. He has been having health problems but I guess he isn't going to leave until they drag him out kicking and screaming, or in a pine box. I read a book by him and he seemed to be a smart guy. He probably had a ghost writer. I don't remember. It was about the history of the Supreme Court. Not the whole history as an A follows B setup, but certain pertainent instances and I believe alot of them had to do with the Chief Justice and just the way the court has and does run. It was an interesting book.
Speaking of interesting, it should be an interesting time as Congress fights it out over who the replacement for O'Conner will be. It will give them something to argue about instead of tackling harder issues. Don't get me wrong, this is an important issue and if the Constitution didn't mandate that it had to done they would probably never pick another Justice.
And believe me this one will be focused on. I mean after that decision the court handed down saying that a town or state govenment can take your home and give it to another private citizen or company if it will supposedly bring in more tax money. Can you freaking believe that. I don't own a home. I would like to one day. The purpose or the reason that I would like to own a home is so that I can have one place on the face of the world where I can be and not have to worry about someone else coming along and saying,"I don't want you here anymore--you have to go", just because they feel like it. I think my landlord right now is OK and better than most but when I see a piece of paper in my door that may just be an innocent communication about trash pick--up or worse case an inspection; I hate it. I hate someone coming into my personal space judging and rating and whatever. It's different if you invite someone in. A friend, relative, or a special lady (oh yeah). But knowing someone will be coming into what you consider your personal space like it or not, that gets my ire up (translation: pisses me off). The fact that the government can waltz in and take your place seems wrong and very un-American. I feel the founding fathers would be pissed. Hell, I know that the southern ones would be being that personal property was big with them even if that property at the time did happen to include slaves.
That being said maybe it is time for a bit of the revolution. I am not refering to armed combat in the streets or riots but it is getting so that the government is more of a burden to the average person than it is a help. When the Senators are worried more about kissing big business's ass and less about protecting the people maybe it is time to write some new laws. And I am not talking about laws that are just busy work like seat belts and cell phone bans. I am not talking about Terry Schiavo and steroids in pro baseball. I am not talking about Janet Jackson's nipple and the FCC making it a crime to say fuck on the radio and burning the flag. These are not real issues. These are what you have that take away from real issues.
Real issues are Americans without health care, without homes, without jobs. Americans having to slave and not making a living wage and having their jobs sent overseas. I am talking about the fact that we are being invaded by foreigners, who unlike in previous generations wanted to be a part of America, are only here to tear it down and have no love for this country. I am talking about big business who care only about the bottom line no matter how many employees get screwed or how many people lose their savings. I am talking about Iraq and terrorists and fighting a war that is the wrong war. I am talking about the collapse of the education system under the burden of educating children that are all declared special and so called experts who are concered more with making kids feel self important rather than teaching them to read. I am talking about an America of disenfranchised people who turn to drugs to ease the pain and are then sent to prisions in a failed prohibition that has only made organized crime stronger, made criminals out of addicts, and stuff the pockets and ranks of law enforcement agencies that have no real reason to ever let the country take an adult look at the problem.
These are just some issues. There are more, always more. I just think that America is in a dangerous place. We have to look at history and realize that America is an aberation, a fluke. Never has anything like us existed. We have to take steps to make sure that we will continue to exist. This country is only two hundred years old. That is nothing. A blip on the radar of human history which in turn is a blip in the cosmos. I don't want America to fail. I don't want chaos and poverty to sweep this land. I don't want Americans to have to fight Americans. We can be the country we should be, if we pull together and stop being so damn short sighted and greedy for the dollar. It just scares me that it ain't gonna happen. It scares me that I was born into the last generation that was able to enjoy an America before the corrupt polititians and the lawyers and the insurance companies and the multinational corporations and the special interest ruined it.
When I was a kid, you used to be able to go to a vacant lot and play football. If you got hurt you sucked it up and were hurt. Then the lawyers got involved. So if you got hurt the owner of the lot got sued. Now the vacant lot has a fence around it topped by razor wire. Where do the kids play? The swings were taken down and the jungle gym was removed because the city can't pay the liability insurance. So the kids stay inside and get obese and get stupider watching Pokemon and other mindless commercials masquerading as children's programming. Is this America? Well they could always read a book but Johnny can't read, but it really doesn't matter because the school and city library have no books, but the big corporation just got a tax cut and the school psycologists are there to make sure they get their Ritalin.
Maybe that is the hope for America, we will just stupid ourselves to death before we become so weak where we crumble under civil war or invasion. And if you think that can't happen, that America could never be invaded, count the Chinese. Count the Indians. Speaking of Indians, the Native Americans never thought there could be that many white men either. They thought there was room for everybody. They thought that selling out other tribes was good "business". They didn't protect their borders and resources from widescale harvesting. Now where are they. They ruled a continent. Now--well, not so much. The Romans could give lessons on Military Power and Empire. Where are they now? History.
I guess that is it...Laterzzz...WAIT!!!!
I can't end on this note. Let me get all pervy for a bit. Girls rule! Boobs! Jugs! Knockers! Poontang! I mean shit, I was kind of serious in that post. Not that I don't believe what I talk about, I do, but I am not just only a serious person. I like to have fun. I like big butts, I cannot lie. Well, butts and other stuff. Sexy stuff.
Ok now I can go...laterzzz...
Actually, I don't think that is it. I don't feel especially manic (not that I suffer from mood swings of a nature that medicine is needed but I am a Gemini and I do have certain duelistic tendencies. And if you don't belive is such a thing I don't know if I do� either but it sounds good). Either way, I feel good; knock on wood.
I saw on the news that Justice Sandra Day o'Conner was stepping down. I was surprised that it wasn't Renquist. He has been having health problems but I guess he isn't going to leave until they drag him out kicking and screaming, or in a pine box. I read a book by him and he seemed to be a smart guy. He probably had a ghost writer. I don't remember. It was about the history of the Supreme Court. Not the whole history as an A follows B setup, but certain pertainent instances and I believe alot of them had to do with the Chief Justice and just the way the court has and does run. It was an interesting book.
Speaking of interesting, it should be an interesting time as Congress fights it out over who the replacement for O'Conner will be. It will give them something to argue about instead of tackling harder issues. Don't get me wrong, this is an important issue and if the Constitution didn't mandate that it had to done they would probably never pick another Justice.
And believe me this one will be focused on. I mean after that decision the court handed down saying that a town or state govenment can take your home and give it to another private citizen or company if it will supposedly bring in more tax money. Can you freaking believe that. I don't own a home. I would like to one day. The purpose or the reason that I would like to own a home is so that I can have one place on the face of the world where I can be and not have to worry about someone else coming along and saying,"I don't want you here anymore--you have to go", just because they feel like it. I think my landlord right now is OK and better than most but when I see a piece of paper in my door that may just be an innocent communication about trash pick--up or worse case an inspection; I hate it. I hate someone coming into my personal space judging and rating and whatever. It's different if you invite someone in. A friend, relative, or a special lady (oh yeah). But knowing someone will be coming into what you consider your personal space like it or not, that gets my ire up (translation: pisses me off). The fact that the government can waltz in and take your place seems wrong and very un-American. I feel the founding fathers would be pissed. Hell, I know that the southern ones would be being that personal property was big with them even if that property at the time did happen to include slaves.
That being said maybe it is time for a bit of the revolution. I am not refering to armed combat in the streets or riots but it is getting so that the government is more of a burden to the average person than it is a help. When the Senators are worried more about kissing big business's ass and less about protecting the people maybe it is time to write some new laws. And I am not talking about laws that are just busy work like seat belts and cell phone bans. I am not talking about Terry Schiavo and steroids in pro baseball. I am not talking about Janet Jackson's nipple and the FCC making it a crime to say fuck on the radio and burning the flag. These are not real issues. These are what you have that take away from real issues.
Real issues are Americans without health care, without homes, without jobs. Americans having to slave and not making a living wage and having their jobs sent overseas. I am talking about the fact that we are being invaded by foreigners, who unlike in previous generations wanted to be a part of America, are only here to tear it down and have no love for this country. I am talking about big business who care only about the bottom line no matter how many employees get screwed or how many people lose their savings. I am talking about Iraq and terrorists and fighting a war that is the wrong war. I am talking about the collapse of the education system under the burden of educating children that are all declared special and so called experts who are concered more with making kids feel self important rather than teaching them to read. I am talking about an America of disenfranchised people who turn to drugs to ease the pain and are then sent to prisions in a failed prohibition that has only made organized crime stronger, made criminals out of addicts, and stuff the pockets and ranks of law enforcement agencies that have no real reason to ever let the country take an adult look at the problem.
These are just some issues. There are more, always more. I just think that America is in a dangerous place. We have to look at history and realize that America is an aberation, a fluke. Never has anything like us existed. We have to take steps to make sure that we will continue to exist. This country is only two hundred years old. That is nothing. A blip on the radar of human history which in turn is a blip in the cosmos. I don't want America to fail. I don't want chaos and poverty to sweep this land. I don't want Americans to have to fight Americans. We can be the country we should be, if we pull together and stop being so damn short sighted and greedy for the dollar. It just scares me that it ain't gonna happen. It scares me that I was born into the last generation that was able to enjoy an America before the corrupt polititians and the lawyers and the insurance companies and the multinational corporations and the special interest ruined it.
When I was a kid, you used to be able to go to a vacant lot and play football. If you got hurt you sucked it up and were hurt. Then the lawyers got involved. So if you got hurt the owner of the lot got sued. Now the vacant lot has a fence around it topped by razor wire. Where do the kids play? The swings were taken down and the jungle gym was removed because the city can't pay the liability insurance. So the kids stay inside and get obese and get stupider watching Pokemon and other mindless commercials masquerading as children's programming. Is this America? Well they could always read a book but Johnny can't read, but it really doesn't matter because the school and city library have no books, but the big corporation just got a tax cut and the school psycologists are there to make sure they get their Ritalin.
Maybe that is the hope for America, we will just stupid ourselves to death before we become so weak where we crumble under civil war or invasion. And if you think that can't happen, that America could never be invaded, count the Chinese. Count the Indians. Speaking of Indians, the Native Americans never thought there could be that many white men either. They thought there was room for everybody. They thought that selling out other tribes was good "business". They didn't protect their borders and resources from widescale harvesting. Now where are they. They ruled a continent. Now--well, not so much. The Romans could give lessons on Military Power and Empire. Where are they now? History.
I guess that is it...Laterzzz...WAIT!!!!
I can't end on this note. Let me get all pervy for a bit. Girls rule! Boobs! Jugs! Knockers! Poontang! I mean shit, I was kind of serious in that post. Not that I don't believe what I talk about, I do, but I am not just only a serious person. I like to have fun. I like big butts, I cannot lie. Well, butts and other stuff. Sexy stuff.
Ok now I can go...laterzzz...
