It Rears Its Ugly Head again...

The dreaded no picture post...

Wow, a month gone by. Not much doing here, been only checking a choice few sites or forums.

And, no, Facebook is not one of them. They have pretty much killed the internet and dulled the senses of its inhabitants.

I just digressed away from the computer to have a conversation about chicken fried steak sandwiches and the fact that white gravy on them is impractical and doesn't go with the cheddar slabs I'm going to melt on their very tiptops and squash down with mayo, freshly sliced tomato, and crisp lettuce...

Not to mention the fact that I didn't buy any to slather on.

Woops?

Maybe not. It did cross my mind, but it would be another thangie to have to babysit whilst it heated.

Saw a few movies on dvd.

Shark Night, again. Saw it at the movies, loved it.

Straw Dogs. No not a new one by the old farts on the motorcycles.

Good one, but sometimes silly.

And resaw 50/50. I need to buy it.

Been working, but not much to talk about there. Boring crap as usual with dickholes abounding.

Wanna buy a new computer, and grow my own smoke.

That would be cool. I'd be happy if they legalized it.

I know I'd get as prescription easy.

Blah blah blah.

Happy New Year...

I can see it. I can totally see it:

A new life that doesn't involve bullshit. I just need to not be afraid of it. I wikll do this now. I will do this now. It's not like I want to find someone new, that may, or may not, come later. I do not care anymore. I've had brushes with greatness: Lori, I'd have been lucky as shit to almost have you. As it is, I will have nothing. I guess that is fine, the way behind me is strewn with the corpses of all that i've lost and left behind.

The way ahead is hopefully not like that. I'm already emotionally not available, this just makes it worse, or better.

I want to be free to make my own mistakes, not clean up after someone else's.

Below is someone else who has crossed paths with the dreaded beast.

This would be totally worth it, if it ends the tale that was never meant to be told.

I wanted to be left alone, and now I want to be left alone.
Leave me alone. You only lie to me. You only lie. Everyone only lies to me.

Handcuffs.

"And lies..."

Once I have attained beauty again, I will not be stoppable. OK, maybe sometimes to myself, but that is it. Other than what I think, the rest of you can just go straight away and fuck off.

Grow a beard and shut it all off. I will win.

Oh, yes...

"He surely will."

Today, the other guy wins. He punches, or gets out. He's tired of punching, he's ready to get out...

The Sitter...

Did I mention my love for David Gordon Green? We saw The Sitter yesterday, and it was the bomb, yo.

Good thing I don't give a crap what the critics say, or I'd have missed this sweet gem.

A+ all the way.

Always love Jonah Hill, who did a bang up jerb, but the kids stole the show everytime they got a chance. Especially Rodrigo, pictured heeyah...

A nice young pyromaniac hailing from El Salvador, he's adopted into a well to do family with their own brand of problemos. When not blowing things up, he's prone to urinating on anything and anyone he so chooses to.

Also, Sam Rockwell as Carlos, the drug dealer chasing them throughout the film, is superb. Hell, everyone up in the heezy does a fine jerb bringing what they bring to the table.

Can't believe this movie isn't faring better, but apparently most of the moviegoers would rather see crappy kids' crap crapping up the screen.

Such is life. I will most definitely buy this on dvd, probably on the cheap.

Hoping for a Pineapple Express 2 someday.

David Gordon Green is a GAWD among amateurs.

When will the rest of you realise this?!?!?

Here's Graveh...

Hola...

Long time, no see.

Been slumming it up, with no net.

I plan on sharing. I plan on vomiting out alot of what be going on.

Get ready for it, put a bib on, this is gonna make Gallagher look like...

Uhhhh...

Gallagher.

Fuck watermelons, the sledgehammer is gonna fall once again.

My seed will spill...

"Splooge."

Splooge, indeed.

That's alot of labia...

No matter what I do wrong...

I'm happy my kid is the coolest kid on the planet. I'm wayyyy happy she has a much harder skin than I had. I cried like a bitch all the time.

"Want some ice cream, Ronnie?!?!?"

Punch you in the eye first.

The Texas judge can kiss my ass, his daughter, too.

My kid is the most in tune person to my dreams, even if they don't coincide...

She wants me to be the best, she wants me to...

"Be there?"

Love her?!?!?

That I will always do. She has no idea how many nights I stroke her hair, no matter how much my hnads/wrists always hurt.

I'm only 39 but I feel like Uncle Clyde. I capitalize out of respect.

Diamond in the Rough...

Sometimes I have moments of clarity. True, they are far and few betwixt eons of delusional delusionness...

I want. I really want.

"What does he want?"

No shit, WTF doth he want?

Shall I make a fucking list?

1. To be left the fuck alone. If you do not share blood relations with me, then you are easily replaced. Ok, not easily at times, but you CAN be replaced.

2. Don't try to control me. Sure, I do some stupid things, but I'm pretty tough. I can roll with the punches better than most.

3. I want the letter M stricken from the English language.

4. Ice cream Wednesdays. Why should Hump Day bring a guy like ME down?

5. The road belongs to me. If you happen to be on it at the same time as me, pull over and get the fuck out of my way. This is a strange request as I'm actually a slow driver, but amazingly there are people that are more slower than me.

6. While I'm still semi lucid: More hugs, especially if you're not butt ugly and have huge tig ol' bitties. Nevermind the last part, just hug me.

7. Serial killers: I want to know if they are to blame, or is it society, or is it their upbringing, or are they just bad seeds needing to be bypassed?

8. The radical muslim world and the rest of the world's muslims that are strangely quiet about it all: notice I will NEVER capitalize that word. Sure, white dumbasses kill people, but not with the same flourish as radical muslims. Children? Children? Why? Why ever? Even barbarians were smart enough to replete thier fodder by repletiary repletionness, lol.

9. New words made up, of course by me, should be considered immediate. Fuck ebonics, call this shit RONBONICS.

10. Russell. Almost, buddy, almost. I should've been your wingman; not just to prevent your death, but to influence some of your decisions to not end up as much of a tool as you did. This is between him and I. The rest of you can just fuck off. Keith, who is forever my brother and best friend, needed us. As far as I see it, when you shake a man's hand it is a done deal. I'd never do it back, even in revenge. I'll slit your motherfucking throat, though...

11. A zombie apocalypse. Democrats made the working man wish for this. Sad, indeed...

More to come later when I shuffle some shit around. Lori, if you're still around, please don't stick around for further decomposition. You are the thing I wish. I wish I deserved the right to woo. To woo..............................

Whatever, Now Suck It Up...

So I blew off the Subway deal. I'm just too stressed to mess with it. I do still wish death upon that horrible cow who pissed/ripped me off. In the end, what is the point anyway?!?!?

"Things happening."

On the cusp?

Always hoping. Somewhere, sometime, someday I have to do more than plot and scheme your impending dooms. I'm tired of being bi polar.

I want to love all of you instead of wanting to rip your throats out with my bare teeth.

And please hurry up and pass the whole medicinal marijuana crap so I can enjoy life in peace.

I feel like when I don't have some sort of head change then I'm loathing every minute of everyone else's miserable existence.

"Phooey on all of ye!!!"

BLEEEAAARRRRRGGGHHHHH!!!

Kidding. I'm not that full of hate. Sometimes, not always.

Do you not think I want to skip through flowers and sleep lazily in the grass while the sun bathes me in its warmth?

OK, not anything that lame, but I'd be happy with some sort of ooomphf, some sort of gusto.

By the way, movies seen lately: Our Idiot Brother, disappointing girly crap - C-.

Bucky Larson, had funny parts but lame as well - C+.

Final Destination 5, not bad and ended up a prequel nicely. Too bad they got the formula wrong for staying alive. Didn't they see the other films?

Oh yeah, twas a prequel and they didn't have a Delorean...

Solid B.

Transformers 3, not bad but missing Megan Fox, WTF?!?!?

B as well.

Now back to my life...

"Oh joy..."

Zzzzzzzzzzzz, here we go again.

Tried the new Ben & Jerry's Schwetty Balls. Had chocolate covered rum balls in it, so gross. I'd rather be teabagged by Ron Jeremy in July... in the Sahara no less!!!
That's about it for now. I need a new pc, I've been using my kid's laptop and I hate it. I have a pc but it's near dead. I need my command central, I need my magic porn box.

Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Now look at my post picture and feel the love.