Painstakingly Painful Ponderences...

Hello thurr.
Solo jam out to David Bowie's Golden Years remixed and such. I'm also heavy on the toke.
Weirdness abounds, and a general ookiness cloaking the funtime receptors in an ominous way...
And setting a precarious tone to teeter upon.
I'm set to eventually pick up a severely inebriated individual, who will want to pull that one loose thread, and leave the edges thoroughly tattered...
Anyhoo, enough about me. I'm on a three and a half day weekend, so this is all good.
I do tend to go dormant at odd hours of the day and night. An extra day of ruining my sleep schedule. Yay for me!!!
Work has been sucking as usual. They gave me a letter of instruction over something that was nothing. WTF is wrong with people? Why can't you let the people that just want to be left alone... uhhh, left alone?!?
I'm not really in trouble or anything, but it stays in my file for two years. If they ever choose to lay the fuckstick to me, then this'd be where they'd start. Sad, but this is what the powers that be do in the workplace. My fucking is what accomplishment bonuses are made of.
"Look at how I ass raped this guy over nothing, guys."
Good show, old chap. Things like this make it soooo much easier to justify that $2000 payout.
The world sucks, too many douchebags like this, sucking on the good teat, and leaving us with the one that got semi severed in that sliding glass door incident...
I really do try to keep an optimistic approach to it all, but this shit gotst to go. I'm a super duper guy. Why do people want to fuck with that?!?
I guess the worst part is that I'm even forced to ponder it at all. I do not understand the mindset of everyone else. I do and I don't, more like. I can tell you exactly what horrible turds they will shit out in your general direction, but as to the WHY...?
No clue. Some people want to suck it all out, and give nothing back. They can't even convert your tears to actual joy, so they are never satiated. Are there really people out there with these cancerous tendencies?
Are there really as many of them as it seems, or is it just my paranoia?
I get none of it. I'm not saying I'm a perfect person. And there's where it ends for today...
I just got a call to make a pick up. She sounds wasted...
Lucky me.

Mork Calling Orson Wellz...

Really good interview I just perused on Youtube. Of course they have to mention the mental issues. I'd do a wayyyy better interview, though. I know what to ask. This guy was acting like he was all in on it, but he looked like Adam's grandpa...
We saw Let's Be Cops yesterday, and it was pretty good. What a surprise, the trailers didn't actually even do it justice. They were kickass, so to go above that was nice. The white guy is hilarious, the Wayans kid...
Ehhhhhhhh, he was ok. More the straight guy in the movie, twas.
I also bought The Amazing Spiderman 2 last night, and devoured it. Wish the special features were better, but they only had one disc this go round. Oh wellz...
I took off yesterday and today with bronchitis. I feel better, but still kind of coughy and husky voiced. Medicine, medicine, medicine...
Monday was my birthday, and Tuesday was my anniversary, so I really couldn't take off sick regardless of how I felt. I even went in Wednesday to help them out. I'm sure they'll not notice that part, only that they ended up short yesterday. Oh wellz again...
At least all the crap Robin Williams news is done, and now hoping the Ferguson finishes up now that we have more REAL facts, such as that the cop is innocent and dood was foul...
Now the beheading is all the rage. Fuck being anywhere over thurr. If they ever pull that shit over hurr, it is ON.
Stupid guy for even being in that area. Supposedly there is talk of it being fake. No idea, as I haven't seen it yet. It'll surface soon enough. Poor dumb guy if it's real. What a way to die...
Not sure what tonight holds, some drinking is happening in the other room. Hope it stays tame, because I'm wore out. I also would like her to pass out so I can be all alone with the bigscreen. I also like to make a killer breakfast with peppers and onions and eggs and spinach and stuff...
Some fried potatoes with yet more peppers and onions...
I'd like to maybe throw some biscuits and gravy all up in it. I make some killer homemade white gravy. I will admit the biscuits are out of a can, but who cares?!?
I tried once with Bisquick, and made hockey pucks. I also had to throw away the pan. Not a good time.
Anyhoo, I hear crap music playing in there. It is only 9 pm. Le sigh...
I napped earlier, and will probably do another.
I win.
I win.
Zulus.
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Ferguson-licious...

Happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday to meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...
The Ferguson cop is innocent.
Ok, so I need a little work on the ending.

Apparently, so did post-Mikey's numerous "eye witnesses." Little by little, we are seeing the kind of retarded ass frenzy the media and douchebags like Al Sharpton and Jessie Jackson whip the bleating masses into.
Smooth and creamy...
I loved how baby boy mama said they should put that cop in jail. If anyone is to blame for his death, it is only himself and his mom for not raising him right and tanning that ass as needed. Yeah, that's the little angel in the picture...
If the cop was guilty, I'd be all for him getting thoroughly jacked, but I do not believe it is so. That kid was one fucked up dood, but at least he got his vitamin C...
Anyhoo, hope it all blows over soon. Everybody thurr either wants to be part of some fucked up "movement" or they wanna get some free shit, or hurt innocent people.
Good thing he's guilty as shit, or that'd suck that his death attracted such gutter trash. Even the black reporter on CNN last night was giving the black community there a piece of his mind.
Fucked up world, fucked up people.
And fuck this guy...
Nothing racist about it. I'm just looking at the facts. Reversed, I'd feel the same way.
It's time for the Whitey Witch Hunt!!!
Hotcha!!!

Then You Know You're In It...

A snippet of a view from my current DJ position atop mein lofty bed...
So, howdy do to all and all that. Other than that, blah blabbity blahhhhh, and a side of yada yada dipsy doodiddley dooooooooooo.
Exciting day: went to Wal Mart and bought two shirts for $3 each.
SCORE!!!
I know, right? I will say that one was a sweeet Spiderman shirt, which I have none of. Looking now at it on the wall, still digging it. On top of that, I am currently wearing the other one, What Does The Fox Say shirt.
I still truly believe I won in the end. But who's to say, eh?!?
Also bought a scale, which read me at 178 today. Pretty awesome, though my return to workout today was a real bitch. I need to eat so much more than I do. I just want to lose those last few pockets of resistance before I try to heap man meat on top of it. I will fight through, and start killing it again. Eat, eat, eat.
I know...
I wanted to see Guardians of the Galaxy again today, but I'm just wore out. At some point before bed I need to throw a huge salad together and then launch it down mein throathole...
Anyhoo, I now realize resistance is futile, and we are all dooooooooooooooooooooooooomed.
Doomed, I say...
Hush-hah!!!
Don't spit up my ass and tell me it's raining.
I've been in love before...
The hardest part is when you're in it to win it in a minute.
Now, in a John Witherspoon voice complete with cocked eye, imagine me saying, "Yeahhhhh, boyyyyyy!!!"

Guardians of the Galaxy Even Better Than The Avengers...?

Yikers!!!
Didn't know that there were actually six Guardians of the Galaxy, did you?
Yes, the Great Gravy Train of Goofiness, hisself.
SIR RONGRAVY, OF PLANET JUDD NELSON.
Know of he...?
Anyhoo, I went to see Guardians of the Galaxy last night, much later than I'd anticipated, if at all. So...
I get off of work, thinking I'll be able to supremely toke out by 7 pm, and get all "derrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..." beforehand.
I get behind some slow fuck all the way home, who ends with going halfway through a right turn before just... stopping. What. The. Fuck?
I had a screw in my left tire that I was going to get fixed this weekend. I whipped around him, and my tires spun on the wet road. It must've pulled the screw out because I got home, and it drained out immediately.
I spent awhile finding a jack, borrowing a lug wrench, getting it plugged, and putting it all back on. Done.
I smoke out, and someone doesn't bring my car back early enough, so I'm thinking 8 pm showing.
At 7:40, nice and baked silly, I can't find my keys, nor the back up ones I keep on the wall.
Both were taken. What. The. Fuck. Again?!?
Someone brings me my keys, and I finally make it to the 9 pm showing, though I have to be up at 5 am for work. Bummer, but oh wellz...
I will say the movie was amazing, and so worth all that trouble. I loved it, and thought it was wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy better than The Avengers. So much more to love. I worried the CG Rocket would be hokey, as would be Groot, but they stole the movie. Dancing Groot at the end was great.
I rarely find a true A+ movie, but this was it. I think they'll totally eclipse The Avengers in creamy goodness. They've already done it in mein own black, shriveled heart...
So, in summation: Go see Guardians of the Galaxy, it is easily the best movie of this year, if not the last few or so.
Btw, I wore my Superman tee last night. A DC in a room full of Marvels...
It's all good, I wish I had more shirts. I have alot of Superman stuff, and Batman. Ummm, I have a few Captain America shirts, but they are all long sleeve. Dng, I just realized I have hardly anything. My kid buys the same stuff, so I hate getting mixed up. I told him to pick superheroes, and stay out of meinz.
I will find a few Guardians tees, though. I'm more the Rocket type, wise cracking, but all business...
Anyhoovilles...
I need to go find out what the fuck happened to my lighter. Go see the movie, then repeat until satisfied. I'm seeing it again this weekend, after a few dozen bong hits.
Join moi?

Weed Gawds...

Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?
I just found this photo on my laptop, just now even.
Anyhoo, whatever. I just got back from seeing my parental units in Springfield. My Mammy made Schnitzel with baked beans and cucumbers and uhhhhhhh...
Some kind of killer potato salad. It was all the bomb. Yea, amen.
Loved it. Right now I'm jamming to some extended mix stuffs on Youtube. Shake for the Shiek, to be exact. Great song, even better mix. Could've used more guitar like their mix for Wil, Wild West. I liked Escape Club, too bad they didn't have but about two good songs in them. Bummer.
Oh yeah, by the dubs...
I was looking for pipe screens earlier, and lo and behold.
A nice healthy nugg of kush. I have no idea where it came from, and I'm more than happy to oblige.
Thank you, Weed Gawds.

Connecting the Blank Blankety Blanks...

Whee doggies!!!
Man, can't wait to see this when it comes outness...
Watching the new Norm MacDonald podcast with Roseann Barr. I'm normally not a big fan of hers, but he seems to love her, and the conversation is popping. I saw her judging on Last Comic Standing this season, trying to orate her feelings on someone's performance. She was completely off base, and tried to backpedal on her critique. Also, I remember Johnny Rotten's story about nearly being on her show back in the day. Twas not to be, and I bet old Johnny didn't give a flying fuck...
Anyhoo, worked out today. Feeling sickly, though, so not much heat on today's crunch out.
Work sucks.
Not really much going on.
Not seeming to be extremely witty today, either.
Maybe posting was a bad idea.
Back away from me slowly, and do not make eye contact...
Bee tee dubs: Congrats to Germany in the World Cup. Fuck Argentina, and Brazil for that matter. Not the countries, but those players are some dirty ass floppers. Also, wah wahhhhhh on the fans.
WTF?!?
Suck it up, there's always four years from now...
Soon NFL will be back. Yay for me. Also, this will make the rest of the wait for The Walking Dead a bit more bearable...
Dot dot dot...

Rotten Luck For All in the World Cup, 'Cept Mein Deutschland...!!!

Guess what I've been doing?
Lounging around like a little piggy, sipping on a nice, tall glass of iced tea?
Nahhhhh, but I've been semi busy, at least.
For one, the World Cup has been pretty dang sweeet. Sadly, I watched Holland go down. I thought they'd smack ass on the Argentinians...
Yesterday, watching Germany annihilate Brazil 7-1 was amazing. I loved it because the Brazilian team is full of smug, camera mugging flop artists.
"Wahhh wahhhhhh, we didn't have Neymar!!!"
Really? One guy gone ends your aspirations? Wow, that's a load of bullschlaka...
!!!GO, GERMANY!!!
So, other than that, just working out daily. Looking great, and feeling amazing. I'm still feeling the pains and aches, but they are lessening. Soon I will be a well oiled machine once again. Trying to stay away from cigarettes, having a hard time, at times. I will conquer, though.
Watched the movie, Tammy, with Melissa McCarthy. I liked it, but we saw it in a completely empty theater, and Susan Sarandon grosses me out. Sorry, don't find her hot, even back in the day.
Ewwww, ginger bush. So grody.
Also, I was getting "fixins" for a salad I was making for my kid, when a fly flew into the refrigerator. I immediately start swatting away at it. Suddenly, another enters forbidden air space. I frantically attempt to shoo them out, and end up raking my fingers deeply through a watermelon half, splattering mein shorts.
This flew me into a rage. I then caught both flies and crushed them. There is only penalty, and that, mein friends, is DEATH, pure and simple.
DEATH.
Anyhoo, I guess things have been fine, but somewhat boring. Even the bullshit I deal with is the same old same old. Assholes abound at work, and they try to cause me grief.
Why?!?
No fucking clue.
Fucking joykillers.
Such is life. I use anger to fuel my workouts, and it really helps.
Anger is an energy, said Johnny...
I can't wait to see Argentina get their come uppance...
Speaking of The Rotten One, wonder who his pick for the win is, and if it is even the same as who he'd actually like to win out of the two?
Hmmm...

Kenny Powers Remix, Y'alls...

Yikes, where, oh where have I been?!?
Right now finishing up the last season of East Bound and Down. Gots my kid's XBOX 360 in here to watch some HBOGO. When I'm done, I'll more than likely give it back to him. I haven't checked if they have more, and better, access to movies. HBO OnDemand kind of sucks. Anyhoo...
Right? That's me and Kenny housing it up. Can't you tell by the headphones, and the fact that he's gripping them like he's laying some smooth and creamy jam all over that bread.
What a great show, right up there with a few other greats: Get a Life. ALF. Great, now I can't think of any more right now...
So I've been working out and running again for two weeks now. Looking great, and feeling it, too.
I still have a few cigarettes here and there, but I'm ready to say goodbye for good soon. Also, being at a real gym, and ramming a ton of baked chicken and protein, has bulked me up nicely already. I noticed parts of my upper arm are already getting pretty thick again, and I love it when others notice. Helps me keep going...
Planet Fitness is pretty sweeet. My diet is killer, too. Very low fat, high fiber and protein. Nothing bad at ALL. I keeps it pretty clean. Lots of greens. I have a few last pockets of resistance that will shrink and die soon enough. I am doing a pretty good job of muscle building, though. I have been eating a shit ton of baked chicken, but I also eat alot of peas, or beans of different kinds, or lentils, and such. If there's beef around, as long as it's not some gristly, fatty piece of death, I will scarf it down. I don't do it all the time, but when I go to a buffet like Golden Corral, I fill up as much as I can. I really don't want to get down to 150ish again.
Buffer, I say, but still extremely tight. I want definition, I also have access to way better ab machines, and more diverse. I have three that I do daily, but I like to change things up here and there with a random other machine.
Yeah, I love when I'm like this. I'm probably annoying to people, but they can see what I do works in a very short time. Plus, no vagina neck. My skin is kind of loose, but it'll shrink. I'm looking for a more permanent style fit look for me. No more falling off the wagon, or tobacco love. I will still toke, of course, but it actually truly is medicinal to me. Works wayyy better than any antidepressant I ever took. They all made me want to just die...
Anyhoo, time to smoke while I am still weak for them. I wish I could share so much more on here, but I always seem to begin to clam up on here as I go along. Sadly...
So much weirdness in my life, probably most of it my fault, or some penance I must pay to some vindictive shadowy figure, literally and metaphorically...?
I tire of deep thinking, or being forced to listen to other lesser beings make feeble attempts at doing so. I get it, it's all some fucked up "everybody's got a perspective on things"...
I get that.
My problem is that 99.99999999% of the world is full of people whose perspective is straight up:
FUCKED.
I guess it has always been like this, and will continue to do so well after my bones crumble to dust.
Makes you wonder why anyone, other than the shitheels of this planet, would want to be immortal.
Would I, could I, I would use my indestructibility to punish the evildoer. It would also help to be able to reach large masses to be able to "judge" them as "aight" or "fucked" and award accordingly.
I could just go to prisons and sweep my arm across a field of prisoners, and the savable will watch the rest writhe and burn. No one would be safe from this watchful eye. But, most would be safe, as most do not want more than just to be happy. Sadly, they usually don't rule, just suffer.
I don't feel very optimistic about all that lovey dovey shit right now, but ehhhhh...
It's all good, though I weep for the future.

The Legendary SEVERED PENIS Story...

This be my graduated child with her cousin's girlfriend. Extremely proud of she. Her be smart even though her don't speak in a robot voice.
Wow, we saw the new XMEN movie, Days of Future Past, and wow, wow, and wow. I loved it. The best parts to me were in the future when they are being wiped out by the Sentinels. It was pretty brutal, with two being worth mention. First was when Bobby/Iceman gets grabbed in his ice form and his head is broken free of his neck. The next was when Colossus was pulled apart at the waist. Both of those scenes had me agape, I wasn't expecting it to be what it was. The only thing I knew they wouldn't put in but should've was that they should've both reverted back to normal form when dead. I'm sure it was brought up, but decided against due to wanting to keep a PG13 rating...
Maybe we can get a rougher version when the blu ray hits, which I will have to add to everything else. The XMEN films are the only thing I have in entirety other than the last Spiderman trilogy, which I also lurve...
I'd really like to get all the Avenger and the solo films on blu ray. I pretty much only have the 3D THOR 2.
I do also have Man of Steel and Green Lantern, and a few more in there, but I'd love them all.
I'm hoping to get, like, the Captain America ones on blu ray when the next/last one comes out so I'll have a sweeet box set. Also the Phase One box sets would be nice. I wish they'd went ahead and redid the Hulk, still makes me sad. I need/prefer continuity...
Anyway, three day weekend. Killer Kush hurr with me, so it is all tolerable that there are idiotic people here drinking and playing some card game for money, not sure WTF it's called, though.
I saw only one person of lates is bothering to read this craptastic blerg, wonder who they be...?
I was doing a pretty good job of posting alot, but then it all goes to poo sometimes, doesn't it?
I would love to have another desktop and privacy like I had before because I loved the "on the fly" posting awesomeness I did here in the beginning. I'm still occasionally snazzy, but I was spot on back then.
I guess an upswing is long overdue. But, yeah, desktop. I hate this laptop, all hunched over it.
Another quick thangie: Norm MacDonald is back with his podcast. Took forever, wonder what ever did happen to him. He looks wayyy better now, and the show is funnier so far than last years bunch. Meeting Norm would be amazing. Not sure how I'd feel if he was a douche, probably crushed. I would still love to, I could easily just quietly just sit near him as he tells stories like nobody's business. There would be no forced laughter, or uneasy non eye contact awkwardness...
Like the story I got hurled at me today. I will save the SEVERED PENIS STORY for another day.
Don't forget to remind me.

The Boogaloo Shrimpfest Buffet: Breaded, Dreaded, and Jerry Curl Netted...

Ahhhh, da wind, she doth bloweth, on me no less...
We could dance the party all night and drink some cherry wine?!?
Probably not, besides he's dead, Jimbo.
I just now realized how coincidental it is that I post a gif of David Spade and I'm about to go rewatch his comedy special I dvr'ed last weekend. It is a pretty good one, and I also recorded a Patton Oswald one that needs to be watched and purged of. Not sure if I'm going to get it done tonight, but we'll give 'er...
Na na na naaahh, na-na-nahhhhhh...
Now some extended Don't Dream It's Over for mein own listening pleasure. So well placed in the miniseries they did of The Stand, I liked it after that, yet not before. Hmmmm, go figure...
So many...
Dot dot dots.
Yet none for dipping, as always seems the case in a dive like this with the things and the boobie tassles, no?
I should've known when I saw the sign that said FREE BREAKFAST with cover charge. I get inside, and what do I get?!?
Lies, lies, lies. No fries, just lies. And boobies, lest we forget...
Because the sign was nothing more than a ruse, really. Shorn and slick as sliced slaw on the halfshell.
Don't bother deciphering this, it makes no sense to mein ears and eyes neitherly and netherly.
Ok, then. Time for a few mustard and biscuits before Mama comes in for my Bible lessons...
Peace out, Sniglets.
Btw, Chaka Khan might feel for you, but I do not. Not unless that funkeh bass line is poppin'...
And lockin'...

Would a Little More Glove Make It Right...?!?

Wow, not sure how that sweeet picture got onto my laptop, but here she be.
Anyway, Happy Mother's Day to all y'all muthas out thurr.
I cleaned up the yard and much more today. I also ended up BBQing for my wife and some peoples. I then called my own dear Mammy. She pretty much spent it bitching me out, though, over random stuff. It's ok, though I had to straighten her out on a few tidbits. She's been listening to Sandy's version of the past, where I'm some drugged out douchebag "that ever gonna 'mount to nuthin'..."
It kind of hurts when they do that, as I was straight up lovable, son.
Anyway, I softened it up by the end of it. I hope she chills on that shit next time, I just want to try to enjoy some chit chat. I'm cool, though, not mad. Just wondering WHY sometimes...
If anything as a teenager, I more disappeared: POOF!!!
I spent alot of time out there learning about stuff no one wanted to be around to teach me that should've.
Forget about that right now, as will I. I just wanted to call her and have some happiness funtimes...
Maybe all the sun I got today will brighten spirits, as will this sweeet cheebness.
And some Olivia Newton Johnson!!!
Or some Matthew MconaughHEY!!!
Ok, gang, something went flippy on my whatnot hurr. Back atcha, naw!!!

Of Our Elaborate Plans, The End...

Yikers, my battery power on this thang is draining quickly, however...
I wanted to shock and awe with two posts two days in a row.
Fight, fight, fight!!!
Hitler's bday just passed on Easter Sunday, for those who didn't know.
He is pissed, btw, that you forgot.
It's not like he did anything to shape the current world as we know it.
Anyhoo, great revelations, even if they are/were in mein own mindschkull....
It is Sunday, so I'm going to grill out some bacon cheese burgers and fry up some serious tots.
I'm also going to cook up this nice steak I picked out. I'm going to try to hit the diet hard this week and get out on the pavement. I want to see how my body takes it, then think about getting back to the gym.
I had some thoughts last night, and they really turned the corner inside.
Not sure what up, but thangs are coming, hope they are dang sweeet.
Peace out, my niggs.

Mime Kampf...

Let me just pause for a moment and take another sip of pineapple juice real quicklike...
I like how it makes my salivary glads go into overdrive and continue to flood my mouth with spit well after the deed has been done.
Anyhoo, long time no see. Saw Amazing Spiderman 2 the other night. A+ all the way. The next morning I went out and bought the Raimi trilogy on blu ray for $20.
!!!BAM!!!
Now I'm sitting hurr on the bed listening to Jermaine Stewart on Youtube talking not having to take my clothes off. Guess he should've been more concerned with fluid leakage...
Nah nah nahhh nana nahhhh, nah nahhhhhhh.
Yup, went thurr.
Anway I can't say I've been super busy, just super slovenly. My kid has her prom tonight, and apparently hates her 'do being given to her by some chick friend of her mom. Later, not sure what's going on. Might hit the casino, or might hit Fayetteville to hook up with some friends. It's a coin toss, really.
I am kind of tired of being here, though. Maybe I just need to get out.
Uhhhh, what else?
Seeing alot of movies. I would love to find a quick and inexpensive way to expand my blu ray collection.
I also need to get a blu ray compatible tv in my room. How can I watch Knocked Up otherwise?!?
Anyway, now I'm being gophered into buying beer and oil to make flautas.
Such is life. I bid you that really hard to spell French word...
Surrender.................................................................................................................................?

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.

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.

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...

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...

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...

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...