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Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Iden-TITTY Crisis...

Hola, and welcome, and such. Wow, haven't been around of lates. Passing kidney stones the last few days, fun fun!!!
Tired. So many thangs and stuff going not on.
This is an unfinished post I'm adding to, and putting the ribbon on.
Ehhhhhhhhh, long Memorial Day weekend. Went to the gym a bunch the last week or so, looking good in the hood.
So I'm watching MASH, and well into season 5. I'm seeing the Frank Burns in myself...
If you love something, set it free.
Malarkey!!!
Whoever came up with that saying needs to suck a fat one. They also must've been the heartless wench that said it to some hapless son of a bitch.
It comes, and it goes. I almost miss it when it's gone nowadays, as if there is a blank spot in my mind needing filled.
It's funny how, about the eons it takes for it to come, closure finally peeks its dirty brown eye around the corner at you when you no longer need it.
Though I still fear the fuck out of it, death is becoming more a welcome notion, at least as an eventuality...
The end of the bullshit, the end of it all. There better not be more of the same on the other side, I'm just saying. I will totally go freaking apeshit if it does...
I wish the wit were back, and any emotion other than seething seethiness, and blowhard-like blowhardiness...
By the way, Alan Alda gets on my nerves. I don't remember his extreme hamminess back in the day. Now he's like a machine gun of shitty one liners. I will miss Frank after this season. I identify...
I identify.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

It's Better Now, Ty-Ty...

 Look at meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
Clippity clop, clippity clop.
Sitting here watching Sunday night's Walking Dead, freezing my balls off for some reason. Where ist mein hoodie?!?
That's better, but now I'd like a cigarette. Hmmmm...
Thurr we go, all set. Colder in the garage, though.
Ugh, I hate actually typing out the whole words. I'm so spoiled by my phone. Typing stuff out at work is sooooooooo tedious.
It is now almost midnight, and I need to retire soon to the bedroom. Two more crap days of work. I hope no one won the Powerball so I can win the next one.
OMG, I would hide away forever. Have shit shipped to me. Have so many baubles...
Become mein own master chef.
Mmmmmm.............
P.S. RIP Tyreese. I'm kind of glad he's gone, he was kind of a pussyfart.
The episode was also tres artsy fartsy, and straight up boring. I did like some of the zombies...
Night all.

Monday, February 02, 2015

Warren Sapp, Awwww Snap...!!!

Hey, chuckleheads. The new post is past overdue, taint it?
Well...
Been somewhat busy. Being two years removed from drinkies, I actually have to do some shit from time to time. Haven't been working out a few due to aches and pains, and a prolonged illness.
I got a new car today, as my piece of shit minivan died awhile back. It's an Envoy, whatever the fuck that is, with a bunch of doodads I have no idea go to what.
What else, still sick, and feels like it is taking a turn for the worse. Just always seeming to feel ill all the time, which is weird since I was eating healthy and working out like a boss.
Stress...?
No clue, but even my thoughts seem supercloudy and grey as fuck. Trying to break on through...
To the other side?!?
Whatevs.
Anyhoo, boredom, and complacency continues to abound. I'm waiting for The Walking Dead to hurry up and finish the second half of the season so everyone can then bitch about another seven month wait after that. The midseason break is easy, football season is balls deep at the time, but uggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
I feel bad for you masses, I really hoped to draw from the well of awesomeness once again to make my time away not sting so.
Yet, alas.
I end up standing here with my thumb up my ass like a Mexican Wolverine, everybody in the barrio says so.
My name is Jeffffffffff.
P.S. Way to go, Warren Sapp. Fitting end to a crap Superbowl where the craptastic Patriots win...

Monday, December 22, 2014

Raisin Hopes and Pruny Promises...

 Who dares interrupt mein slumber to exert force enough to cause one to post a mere thrice days before the Mas of X?
Not sure what I'm hoping to dredge out of an already dry well. Any sludge left?
I've been burning through episodes of Raising Hope, and am nearing the fourth and final season already. Amazing show, and I was laughing so hard this morning at Burt's little spat with an alpaca he refers to as the "Mexican Pony."
Burt losing a spit fight with such a filthy beast made balls of laughter erupt for the old bellyrolls.
The chick who plays Sabrina is pretty dang sweeet, too. Also, the Goonies lady, something Plimpton, isn't too shabby herself sometimes...
Anyhoo, three days to Christmas. Hate it, can't wait for the hell to be over. Nothing good about it, and I'm always broke as shit. I am on vacation this week, but probably will soon be dry meinself...
I am actually planning to take a weed break. Tired of it, want to just clear out the brain some.
See what I want to do with my life, as I tire of it as it is today. I no longer really feel super crappy all the time, but sometimes I lack of flavor.
I know these things pass. But until they do...
Sucksville, made worse by an always ill timed holiday. Surprised my pipes aren't backing up, so that I'll have to call and pay a plumber to root it out. I often appreciate the pros of my life, but today is just... not sure what the fuck.
Nothing feels good right now. Things that should bring a spring to mein step do not do so.
However...
I laughed my ass off for a few moments at Burt's reunion with Clyde, the alpaca. This is enough to give...
Hope?
Hope so.
Sweeet Ronin pics, btw...
I took them from the bluray.

Friday, December 19, 2014

Kim Jong Sukballz...

You know, I really don't care if I've posted this in the past. I'm too lazy to check. Besides, we loveses it.
So, for a recap of what's been happening since we last spoketh:
Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
That's pretty much it, folks. Other than just slowly rotting away. I always wish things.
Always...
Wishing away...
Now, I can't even watch The Interview because some tools worldwide are turning nothing into everything. Sucks to be them, it must!!!
I sense North Korea's demise coming soon, or at least in how/who is running it.
I've always loved how idiotic liberals have cried time and time again for Bush to be tried of war crimes, but where are they when douche bags like this midgety fuck kill a country's worth of his own people on a slowwwwwww, daily basis...
In the end, the movie will be shown. To not show it begs for more of the same. Besides, if those people are already here in waiting, that means they are always on standby for the next time our freedom needs to be poopied on...
I'm sure radical muslims are jacking their boners over this as we speak...
I can understand not wanting to call their bluff on XMAS to avoid a massacre on such a big day, but they should still release it later. I'd offer serious discounts to anyone with a concealed weapons license with ties to Texas. That'd stop 'em cold in thurr tracks...
Anyhoo, the world continues to rotate with or without us. How presumptuous of us to think that it moves underneath us, and not the other way around.
Boo frickety hoo on us...

Sunday, December 07, 2014

Airborne Again...

Hey, everyone and no one...
Been awhile. I'm sure all of ye were on pins and needles.
What to do, what to say...
Working hard, and hitting the gym here and thurr. Trying to get through the holidays, and make it to tax time again. This time will be different, though.
Ultimatums, and shit. Reasons and excuses to flee...
Laughing, living, and a'loving...
Looking to make those words a reality. Looking to blah blah blah.
Hoping to unmuck, and to get unstuck.
And maybe even begin to give a flying fuck...
Time for a nigga to get his schmoke on.
Hurry up and legalize.
Tired of hiding under the bridge to toke out like a fucking troll...

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Titles Are for Kwurrs...

Why do I care? I guess I just do. Being a being that doesn't normally like to interact with other beings...
That being said, I ponder whether it is better to not care, or to know how to properly let go in instances where either people want out of your life, or are ripped violently from it.
I would take the former, as it means there is at least still a person there to wonder WTF about. The other scares me much more. My parents are getting older, and talk about there ailments. I hate thinking about it. I would gladly let my loved ones divvy up my remaining years between them. I love them that much.
In the end, we are all fools, and most grasp futilely for a dreamland where we all reunite gleefully after the GRAND SLEEPFEST.
Fools, indeed...
Just a rare feeling for a sturdy gal like moi. I've been working out pretty decently hard. I'm benching 205 pounds pretty handily, before I spaghetti armed it to just accomplish a single wobbly rep.
I'm also eating super healthy, and sparingly at the moment. I'm trying to hit those last few fatty spots so I can lay down nothing but meat on these bones. I'm also waiting for skin to shrink again a bit. I think I look pretty dang sweeet, but the last little flab and skin hide how much it is actually getting cut. I even spend my whole day at work just tensing up my stomach and other exercises to get a headstart before the gym at night.
Plus: bicycle sit up thangies, yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
I saw Michonne doing them on The Walking Dead back at the prison, and I tried to do one, and failed miserably...
Now I can do them endlessly and effortlessly. Still need to completely NEVER smoke cigarettes, and need to take a weed break at some point.
Soon, I will be getting somewhere, and will erase the last of the nasty habits. I'd also like to do that mentally. Good luck, but I will try. I'm very disciplined in many areas, but weak in the flesh...
And late night snack attacks.
Anyhoo, need to figure out a movie to watch on the bigscreen now. I'd like to do a marathon, I was thinking about all the Marvel stuff, but I don't have access, or own, much of it. I'd like to find it all supercheap on blu ray, as that's all I've bought for awhile.
I've already watched Neighbors a million times. Music video concert stuffnage...?
I just don't know. For awhile now I feel like I lack something, but what is it?
As if finding it would turn that corner, and burst that bubble. I would magically feel again.
I guess it is not that grand of a scheme for me, it will either gradually fade back in, or it won't, or jut give me an occasional sip from its cooling oasis of frothy, clear liquid love juices...
Gay cheese is all I'm capable of tonight, folks. Hope I get a killer desktop again so I can get deeper inside again. Laptops suck balls...