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.

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.

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...

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.

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...

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...

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...

Mutha und Chitlen...

A friend painted the original picture, which I then ran through a couple of filters. This is the en result side by side. Both are nifty, don't you think?
Also, my "d" button seems to not always be working, so if, well...
You know the rill.
Anyhoo, had some seriously deep thoughts on the road tonight. Alot of silly blather which I sadly do not wish to recall. Bummer, because it was goooooooood.
Not much going on. KC is playing pretty sweeet right now. They should romp on the Jets tomorrow no problem. Please do not let us choke either. That would suck balls.
Tomorrow will be the halfway point of The Walking Dead. It's been going by too fast. Not good at all. I want more, more, more. The first two episodes of this season have been great, but the last one wasn't so much. Not bad, but nothing really moved me. I hope tomorrow will different.
Bring on the pain.
Blah blah blah. Nothing more to say. Happy day after Halloween errbody.

Selfie on the Half Shelfie...

Look at this guy right hurr...
It's a picture I took parked in front of Best Buy in the middle of a sunny day. I added this little filter action from my new phone, and it completely changed the picture. Very nice...
So, anyhoo, that is me right thurr. The wetness in front of me is the squirting of mein tearducts.
I just got done watch Billy Idol on the Talk or something wretched with Sharon Osbourne.
Somebody ask a question other than how he came up with his name. It is also nice that he can dirty up the interview something randy and no one has a problem with it. I didn't realize the second daughter on Roseanne was actually the younger sister of Melissa Gilbert, who dated Billy for a short spell. Now I'm listening to a Steve Stevens interview . It's a bit long, so I won't hear it all, but may have to come back to it another day. It is after midnight now, and a few Everybody Loves Raymond will send this cowpoke off to sleepytime-funland...
I wanted to say more, but my newer phones have all had some way to pretty much type for me, I just hate typing. I'm not even that awesome at it anymore. So sad...

Ben Assfleck Sniffdifferous...

The Benneriffic Snifferoo d'etat...
Wow, it's been almost a month since we last spoketh. Blurbitty blurb, rhubarb rhubarb, murmur murmur. Not much really has been going on to burn any buildings down. Some new extra special friends on Facebook, like Neal Whitmore/X from Sigue Sigue Spitnik, Bob Derwood Andrews, and Mark Younger Smith. Not really friends, I guess, but they at least interact and seem friendly to my posts, moreso than to others. Not that it really means anything, of course, but it's nice to get some love back from awesomely talented peoples...
My personal highlights of long messages back are one from Steve Stevens last year, and Andy Taylor from Duran not long after he left them again back on Myspace. Either way, they were more than just copy/pasted unpersonal replies to my blatherings. These thing are awesome to get, and by no way expected. I do like the notion that, at least for a brief moment, I am a thought in their noggins. Nothing weird, just that my name passes through their brain. I do believe my full name is strange, yet easily rolls off of the tongue. Adam Ant answered one of my questions on a video awhile back, I loved how they said my name. British people, the way they talk. Love it, especially when they're pissed off at someone, preferably not me...
Anyway, I always find real love/curiosity of what I'm talking about with some of these people, even if I'm not that knowledgeable on the subject, usually brings a response. The internet is pretty sweeet, before this there was pretty much no connection out there. Funny that the stars of the kids today are too snooty to interact with them. Me, however...
The people I grew up loving are now alot more within reach. Some have pulled away from the limelight, or had it pulled away from them, and some are still shining just as bright, but they still do the old tappity tap on the keyboards for us. Awesome people, and my hat is off to them. I would hope to be the same way as them, not a tool like many are. I'm so hyper I could probably answer millions of messages daily, in between whatever I was doing. I'm also an attention whore, so I love the adoration of anyone foolish to lavish it on all... lavishly.
Wow, I didn't plan on tonight's subject matter. Now I'm spent. I have to work at a shithole tomorrow, then the weekend is hurr...
Btw, my normal workplace is in turmoils of sorts since an old, now ex, friend has turned it into a war zone. Life sucks, and so do people. Why can't people mind their own business, and not suck the life out of others?!?

My Pet Wolf Spider...

Lookie at the spider I caught awhile back and had for about a week. Isn't he a dandy?
A very nice wolf spider. I've seen alot of people posting pictures and videos of what they claim/think are wolf spiders, but are usually smaller. I think some weaker distant cousin. Anyhoo, mine was named Milton.
I liked him so, but it was a pain to feed him, and I wasn't even sure he was actually feeding. I didn't want to be the death of him, so I let him go out in some field behind the edge of town Dollar General. Hope he's humping it up. I would've liked to keep him, but it would've been a serious hassle.
Let's see, what else?
Saw Dawn of the Planet of the Apes. That was a mouthful. I liked it, but a few things were utter silliness.
Tired now. I thought I'd have more, but maybe it is better saved for tomorrow. I will attempt a return in the morrow...
But, then again, you know me.
I do when I do, how I do it no one knows...
Not even me.
Mayhaps I will await the return of Milton, possibly with a second aquarium to call his own. Meal worms will flow like wine...

Cripple Nipple and the Problematic Protuberances...

So I'm incognito once again, the stalk begins anew.
Or doesn't...
I will only say things that used to openly cause the heart to wince no longer do so. It is now only a distant sadness, a weak signal that still comes in from time to time to time...
You do go through all the stages of grief when someone is "lost" in space. Lies tell you that nothing was real, that you are obviously not worth the palpitations necessary to keep the burn burning. At some point you want answers to those queries, to know what was behind all those other doors. Eventually, you realize that you would never believe your eyes, ears, and whatever organ decides to get involved.
I'm going to get such a great fucking workout today. I want to punish, and grunt, and send spittle high flying into the air around me. And I want to froth...
A trip down mammary lane, a short jaunt along the cracks of mein own fragmented ticker...
One should never partaketh of these things. The last piece of old pavement to smack me in the back of the head took 16 years to boomerang, once again, into the picture. Reviewing, I believed none of the hype. Yeah, yeah...
Never gave up the goat, did you?
Always pined, regardless of the funjinx "endured" for the sake of keeping up appearances.
Facade and cryptic lipshit.
I miss things sometimes. Substitution can be tricky, and I'm finicky as fuck.
I'd love to rock the IDOL lifestyle. It's probably part act, but I could keep things purely physical, and never give more than a few teaspoons full of who gives a shit.
Wonder if he throbs for his ex, Perri.
Do we all have a great white buffalo?
Were I to saddle it up again, would I dig heels in crueler than before?
In the end, there would be no reprieve. I would suck it dry until it turns to dust and blows away, as if it had never happened in the first place. Nothing makes it better. There is no medicine for some things. There is only falling...
There is only the occasionally maddening itch of a remembered limb no longer thurr...

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...