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Sunday, April 13, 2014

BoysieZ to MensieZ...

Reminiscing again on those good old days...
Senior year, my friend was a manager of a Subway on Kearney that was run by his roommates. When I went there we would smoke a joint behind the store, and then anything we wanted to make was ours for the taking...
The thing about all this I remember the most is/was the smell. It was the smell of delicious sub meats and all their toppings: vegetable, mineral, and otherwise.
The smell of a brave new world about to open itself upon mein doorstep. The smell of the future.
Never mind the rancid smell of naive youth decomposing somewhere off in the corner...
To become an adult just as fresh off the vine picked.
So anyhoo, today we saw Oculus. Boring and predictable.
I also went to a meeting, where there was nowhere to sit. Some guy left, or so I thought. I went to his seat, and the athiest guy was giving me shit over it, like I'm supposed to be scared of Ted, some old fucker that mad dogs me all the time. I told him if Ted came back, which I didn't think he would, then I'd move.
Apparently he just must've took a big old shit because he did come back. He looked at me all weirdly as I moved back onto the old feetsies. I was fine with it, but him and athiest douchebag were whispering shit to each other shortly after. Anyway, I didn't get into any ruckus. Later, a spot opened up, and I sat there for a few minutes before I left. No biggie.
Btw, Keith called me yesterday as he'd gotten out of the pokey. It was also his one year of not drinking and such. I'm texting with him now, hope all goes alot better for him. He's a cool bean, but life tends to fuck with the good ones and give all the bad people the happy life. Hope he wins out, if I ever won big, I'd hook a nigga up. Make him work for it, though. He'd have to be my bodyguard and carry a gun. Roll doobies, and pistol whip ruffians and foolish knaves all up in my business...
Tired, I is. Surprised I posted this much. So much I wish I could just barf up on the screen.
Too bad I'm a lazy fuck.
Back atcha, laterz.

Friday, March 28, 2014

Sack Boon...

Hey guys and gals...
Wow, over two months away from hurr. I didn't really forget, I just felt nothing needed to be added to this tawdry tale at the mo-mo. Anyhoo, I feel great. I have the day off, and the tokeness is on the upswing. I am currently partaking whilst perusing my faves list on the blu ray Youtube thangie.
I have been doing alot of pondering, and alot of...
Mental jumping jacks. I welcome all comers, as well as the goers. Bring that schnizzle.
For rizzle...
I'm hoping the weather is on the upswing as well. It has been cold and gloomy as fuck here since I don't know when. No?
I'm hoping to get that gym membership deal going, and getting my run on again, too. I've even made a promise to give up the cigarettes AND chewing tobacco. I have some tweaks to my all around program this time, and I think they'll be a doozy. I'm tired of my back always hurting, and pretty much my whole arms. I'm not really fat anymore again, I just need to trim off the goo and bulk up the beefy parts.
I do have a very nice frame, I'm thankful for that. I see alot of people out thurr, and I wonder what kind of troll spat them out of its vagina. Even fit, they'd still be creepy as fuck. I know, I'm a douchebag, lol...
I feel nothing but anger.
HULK SMASH!!!
Kidding, I rarely feel anything but the fuzzies of late. Not all the time, I have my moments...
But they are rare. I finally feel like it all has been lifted off of my chest for the most part. I just want to put myself into position for the sweetness of life again.
I immediately pictured a world with man sized ferrets that you can dance with, and skip, and love on each other. Get all snuggly...
Ugh. I've been drinking coffee all day so far, and playing Candy Crush. I need to get up and around, do some thangs. I am dressed, though. I'm not a complete neanderthal.
Back soon...
P.S. Go see Knights of Badassdom. It lives up to its name.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Here We Is...

Hey, world. Check me out!!!
Currently fighting back the creeping cruds, I'm debating whether to watch The Place Beyond The Pines or go with a Conan marathon. Also...
My nose feels thoroughly reamed out due to the Dristan spray/battery acid squirtied up my nostrils.
Yeah, I said squirtied...
We went to Johnny Carino's last night for my son's 22nd birthday, though I was too nauseous to really enjoy my pepperoni burger. I actually threw up about half of it when I got home. I will say I'm proud of him for turning out as good as he has. I don't have to worry about him drinking, or drugging, or needing us to bail him out. He also works dilligently, and all that. We had our stepdad/stepson issues back in the day, but that all seems to be in the past now.
Anyhoo, one more day off from work. I need to see about getting around to getting my prescriptions today. I got a much stronger antibiotic this time around, plus a refill. I never seemed to really get better from the last one in November.
I'd like to change alot of things in my life: patterns, weaknesses, all that. It has been much harder this time around to straighten up. But here we is...
I really wish I had more to say, but that's about it. My head is still filled with goo. I just wish, and feel like, there was more to this existence than just toil, toil, toil.
I would love to have shit tons of money. True, I would hermit up and hide out from the masses, but I'd find a way to do good in the world, without an agenda I might add. But here we is...
Blah blah, that's all it feels like.
Giving my promotion to a couple of chicks with no knowledge of the job?
Still butthurt a bit over that. Must toke. Must kush out...

Sunday, January 05, 2014

Crop Dusted by the Football GAWDS...

Now, I'm going to start by saying that if the K.C. Chiefs had won this weekend, they'd be gracing this post with their presence...
Yet, alas...
So sad about that game. I wanted... nay, expected MORE. I watched the game with some douchebags that claimed to be rooting for my beloveds, yet they high fived alot for Indy. WTF, brah?!?
We did lose the game, though. Sad, but true. About every damned play they'd carry another one of our guys off the field, starting with Jamaal Charles on the very first series. I won't blame him leaving screwing us out of the game, because we scored most of our points after he left. Once we lost running back #2, we were fucked. All we had left was McCluster. I like him, but he is just too teeny tiny to be carrying any kind of load. In the end, I will lick my wounds until next season. REmember, this is practically a carbon copy of Indy last year. Maybe NEXT year will hold the ultimate prize for us. Who knows?
Anyhoos...
Watching the Green Bay game now, or I'm blogging whilst I can hear my wife cussing the screen in the other room. Must not be good...
Please, GAWD, do not let Denver or San Diego, or Indy win the fucking Superbowl. Mainly Denver, though.
Fuck those guys, and Manning gets double.
About to finish up BBQing some wingies in the oven after this is done, and watching As I Lay Dying, with James Franco and my main man Danny Motherfucking McBride. Looks serious...
Seriously DA BOMB, yo.
I will say I'm kind of tired of Franco pushing for an Oscar for pretty much playing Riff Raff in that stupid Spring Break movie. I heard, from Riff on FB, he was paid some dough to shut up about it all, and that he'd been asked first to be in it. Guess they just decided to mimic him instead...
OK, guy. My job is done here. Blah blah and yada yada.
End scene.
Closing credits...

Wednesday, January 01, 2014

Happy New Year, Snapperheads...

Hey there, people. It's a brand new year and all that.
I'm kind of tired, I've had long days at work all week. They've also been a mental challenge, so I'm drained.
I went to some crappity crap earlier, and was miserable there. I just wanted to sleep, not hug smelly strangers...
For some reason I don't really feel very swell right now. I keep trying to get a spark going, but it is futile, I'm just to pooped to stay up and watch movies and stuff all night.
I also have to work Thursday and Friday, so it's not much of a real stay up all night kinda night.
Not really much is going on. I called my dad earlier, all is good there.
Blah blah blah.
Anyway, Happy New-New!!!
May the year give you genital warts, or that HPV virus thangie women get...

Thursday, December 26, 2013

Baby Jesus and the Captivated Audience...

Twas the day after Xmas,
And all through the casa,
Not a creature was stirring,
'cept dis lord and massah,
Stockings still hung,
And all of that schizzle,
Smoking some bud,
So what's the big dizzle?!?

Went to Missouri yesterday to hang with my parents. We had fun, ate some pizza, shot some shit. It's so weird when I visit because, although I'm extremely happy to see them, I pretty much either hide or clam up.
Go figure...
Anyhoo, what did I get?
The blu-ray that has all the XMEN movies on it, including the new Wolverine. I also got some nice Walking Dead drinking glasses. I do like it, but I'm really not ever going to do anything with them. If I break them out of the packaging, someone will actually break them. I wonder how much he paid for them, I could've gotten something a bit more play aroundable. Yeah, I know that's not a word, but what are you gonna do?
So, I'm amazingly close to one year without drinking, six days to be exact. Who cares, right?
My week of vacation is almost over, as well. Next week I'll be appearing at George's all said week. Not sure what the plan is for New Year's, but she said she'd like to not drink, which is fine by me. I really don't feel like taking care of anyone, or taxiing motherfuckers from shantytown to shantytown...
Did some online stalking earlier, to no avail. Guess you really don't want to hear from moi. Guess life is great, life is grand. I'm happy for you. Here's to you slipping on a patch of ice and smacking the back of your head, a la Liam Neeson's wife. Kidding, but not, though I feel nothing for you personally anymore. It is more of a hole that itches in my chect cavity from time to time.
Wah wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Followed by a hearty LOL!!!
Why do my hands smell weird?
Oh yeah, I scooped out a few handfuls of dogfood earlier. It wafts faintly reminiscent of breakfast cereal and pee...
Anyway, merry fucking XMAS, world. Keep wasting away, and keep showing me how classy you are by worshipping all the worst thangs possible. And thanks for trying to tie a nigga down. I will win the day. I will win the battle, and the whole damned war.
Someday...
I will beat this game.
I wonder how much sense this whole blog would even mean to anyone who reads it from start to finish. Does it even? Almost eight years...
Wish I still had the other one. It was quite witty, and sad, and pathetically ooey gooey. Every post title was a song, and always relevant to the topic, and my heart. It is dead now, though. My muse escaped her self made prison, though I didn't even know I was charged with holding her captive...

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Merry Clitmas...

Lookie durr.
Tis the day befurr XMAS, and I've only tres posts for the month o' Deciembre.
I, of course, am off this week. We saw Anchorman 2 last night. I will only say that I really wanted to like it more than I did. It was very reminiscent of This is 40 in this manner. Knocked up was soooooo much better, and to take away the gang and focus on other schnizz kind of helped my expectations completely ruin any chance of me digging on it.
Anyhoo, it was still about Ron, but they really made Brick annoying, and totally fagged out Champ this go round. The cameos were top notch, but I missed Ben Stiller. Got Jim Carrey, though...
I just think they let Will Ferrell go on too long with his "improv", and sometimes it's just not that good. Maybe they're too afraid to tell him when his schtick blows.
Maybe they're blowing his schtick...
It's a crapshoot, really, on the answer. Guess you better consult your lucky eight ball; shake it up, then shoot it up.
Then suck it up, if'n ya can-can...
I'm sooooo tired, but I have to finish strong hurr. Next week I'm offline at Whore-Gays. I better not have to work New Year's Day, dammit.
Anyways, gotta split. My brain just emptied out, nothing but air again.
Sounded like a socka bawl...