Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Two years.
I sleep for hours and then wake up fucking exhausted. I don't know if it is because I am fighting off an illness, or if I am not breathing in the middle of the night, or if I am just an out of shape, lazy, fat bastard. It could be a combination. But I will tell you what, working in a casino don't help.
All the air is stale and recycled and you know that because of the smoking in the casino the air that is pumped around has to have toxins in it. I know I get to work and there is a smell in the air. Whether it is from the stuff they use to clean the carpets, the cooking food, the general reprocessed air; I don't know. I just know that sometimes I get outside into the fresh air and cough, like my lungs are trying to empty themselves of the shit.
But on a good note I did just reach two years at my job today. If history shows anything, I should be fired or quit within a year. I can't believe it went by so quick. It is one of those things where I never expected to get the job that I have (kinda fell ass backwards into it) and to be honest I don't mind it all that much. I would like to get paid more but I am not asked to do anything that is outside of my abilities and I get to drink coffee at my desk. I play my music on the computer, I can email my honey, I can talk on the phone when I want. So it is not really, in the vast expanse of jobs that bad a place. As long as the air isn't making me get lung cancer and I did say that I could use more money, right?
I was going to write some random thoughts here about some shit going on in the world but then I got hungry and decided to make some scrambled eggs. They were quite delicious by the way. The secret to good eggs is to have a pan that hot enough so that the eggs don't stick but not too hot to burn. It is very precise. Also, don't fuck with them too much. Let the pan cook the eggs, you don't have to fiddle with them. Let them cook. The only downside to my eggs was that I had no cheese. That was sad. But I will have to go shopping on my day off and get some. Everything goes better with the cheese, right? Laterzzz...
Sunday, September 10, 2006
hope?
In my last entry I said I would write about 9/11. But I am not going to. I checked out my old writings and it appears that I didn't really write that much about 9/11 when it happened. Maybe I just didn't know what to say. Maybe I just had nothing to add to a situation where everyone had said every thing that needed to be said. I just don't remember. I don't know. Let me think about it a little bit and then see if there is anything that I want to say about it. Maybe when the day is here I will find the voice inside.
I don't know whether it is because of the date or because I am watching 24 which does deal with terrorism but it makes you wonder, what if there is an event tomorrow. What if right now in some warehouse or apartment, somewhere in the U.S. or Canada there is some group of people who are out there planning something. What if tomorrow is the day that plan carry off their sick plan in the hope that if they blow themselves and others up they will end up in "paradise" with 75 virgins that they get to use for all eternity.
Now I must say that as a promise for the afterlife, that ain't half bad. It goes right to the heart of what men want. Sex. If you live is some country, let's call it "What-ever-the-fuck-abad", and some dude says, "Hey, you can end this miserable shit existence, go out a hero, make some bread for the family, and you get to bang all these sexy ass virgins in the afterlife." What a deal. It's almost like, where do I sign up? Of course the dude telling you this is dressed in black, old, and has a beard longer and stragglier than that of ZZ Top. If I was them I might want to read the fine print.
I hope nothing does happen tomorrow. I hope that people hold prayers and marches and that they remember the ones who died. I hope that we dedicate ourselves to trying to make America and the world safe from people who would want to hurt us. I hope that tomorrow ends as just another day. I hope that the terrorists decide that maybe it is not the right day to kill innocents and that maybe their ways are not the best ways. Maybe in the end, like Pandora, hope is all that is left. Laterzzz...
Oh, and incase this post was a downer, here is a couple pictures of nice asses. One male(and some crotch) and three female. Laterzzz...pt2
Friday, September 08, 2006
Just some thoughts
Good afternoon. And it is afternoon. I am writing this at about four o'clock. I could be doing fun and exciting stuff like cleaning my bathroom but why the hell would I want to do that. That is hard. So instead I am going to write something because it has been a few days since the last time. So there.
The big thing that has happened in the last week was that Steve Irwin "The Crocodile Hunter" died. He was killed in what can only be called a freak accident by a Stingray/Manta-ray. I say freak because this is actually a gentle creature that is mostly docile. Steve was in the wrong place and got hit by the barbed tail in just about the worst possible place. I guess it is ironic, not that he was killed by an animal but that is was by one of the most harmless ones. I am sure most people thought that it would have been one of those giant crocodiles that did him in one day. Or something poisonous. Or both. I felt bad when I heard. Mostly for his wife and kids. My best wishes go out to the kids. Losing a parent sucks just about worse than anything but hopefully with the money that Steve earned they will be OK as far as that goes.
I am kind of pissed at Netflix right now. I sent my movies back and then they sent the email saying my new movies would be here yesterday and today. I RECEIVED NO MOVIES TODAY! I fucking hate that! I have the day off, I want to watch some fucking movies! But no, AssFlix has not sent them or else the fricking United States Postal Service once again has it's head up it's ass and is taking it's sweet fucking time getting my damn movies to me. I mailed those damn movies out over a week ago and I want my movies. I pay to get them and yet, where are they? It's like when you order a pizza and they say, "it will be 45 minutes". Forty-five minutes goes by, no pizza. An hour. No fucking pizza. Then when that pizza does come that fucker better still be hot or I will fucking lose it. I sent a pizza back once because it wasn't delivered hot. It's like if I fucking wanted cold pizza I wouldn't have ordered hot pizza! And if I didn't want my fucking movies I wouldn't be paying for Netflix. Is that so fucking hard to understand?
I sometimes worry that I get too about little things. But then I think, well, anyone can get angry about the big stuff like injustice and wars. It takes a certain special kind of person to be upset about people touching his pens at work and cold pizza and movies and all that other little minutia that pisses me off. But I don't really get super duper pissed. I think I just like to bitch about it. Like I said to my friend, " I am a whiny bitch!" So be it.
The fifth anniversary of 9-11 is coming up on Monday. I am going to go to my Last Page and see what I had wrote about it. Because I just don't remember. I remember where I was and what I was doing and some of how I felt but I will save that for the next time I write. Or at least I will save it for the rant I write on the 11th. It doesn't seem like five years in some ways but then it does in others. Longer even. I will have to think a little about it and then get back to you. Either way, talk at ya Laterzzz.
Friday, September 01, 2006
Fourth Quarter
One thing I miss is how Dad would take us out for ice cream on the first day of school. We would go to Friendly's and get what we wanted. I would always get something too big like the Reese's Pieces Sundae. I miss that with all my heart. I think that I would trade about fifty tomorrows for just one of those yesterdays.
I got up early today and went to the store. I should have gone yesterday but I was tired. Then I woke up this morning pissed at myself for not getting up so I was up shortly after 7am and in the shower. I left the house a little after 8am. Took a cab to Stop and Shop and got my shopping done. The Damn Cat Dakota was all up in my grill because I ran out of dry food. She was all, "What the fuck? Where is my grub you asshole?" I am all," chill out cat, here is a can of cat food and dammit you can afford to miss a meal or two you husky little beast." She came back with, "Look fatboy! You go get my food or I am going to kick your candy ass from here to the store and you will have to buy it anyway." I was like, "Oh hell NO! Bring it on you four legged shit machine!"
Well maybe it didn't go quite like that but every time I got the fuck up she was all following me. It wasn't even like she was hungry it was more of a Hey, where is the food that is normally always in my dish kind of a thing. Fucking cats.
So like I said I got up early because today is the first of the month and you know that all the checks come out today because of the holiday weekend. Whether it be state aid, social security, or just paychecks and I hate the fucking crowds. I really hate crowds. Especially in the grocery store. I can't stand to be behind someone who has all this shit and then they always argue about the price of stuff and then you have to wait for fucking ever for them to find someone to go and check the damn price.
There are some people who no matter what line that they end up in it always turns out to be the slowest line in the history of creation because they either get the slowest damn cashier or they get behind some fuck up who can reconcile that they bought the wrong size ass cream and the one that they did buy is 50 cents more. I think that some people just have the luck where no matter what they get in the slow line. Know anyone like that?
So now we are in the last quarter of the year, I guess summer is over and it is time to think about the holidays. I guess it isn't to early to start asking what you want for Christmas. Remember that I am quite broke and cannot afford much. HAHAHA. But seriously I do try to buy presents for people that show at least a little bit of thought, not just crap for crap sake. And then do say that it is better to give then to receive...well, so be it.
How come all the really good holidays are located at the end of the year? You think that could have spaced it out. Maybe it was because back in the day during the spring and summer people were too busy working in the fields and shit and didn't have time to party down. But then in the winter and fall they were all bored and decided it was time to party. Or maybe that is when the beer and other alcohol was done fermenting and it was time to get down. I don't know but you would think maybe they could have spaced the shit out or planned better. It is like people with their birthdays in December near Christmas. You know they get shitty presents because people are thinking ahead to the holidays. I think that if you are born in December you should have the right to have your birthday moved to like May. That way you can get a good share of presents. So what if birth certificates would be a little inaccurate. We are talking presents here dammit! That is important shit. And if the President can fudge about weapons of mass destruction and where exactly he was when he should have been serving the country during Vietnam then moving peoples birthday's shouldn't be that big a deal. I mean think about this, if you were born on 9-11, are you ever gonna be able to have like a festive birthday party? Maybe not for at least another 6 years. Ok, I think I have babbled long enough. Laterzzz...
