Always Something There to Remind Moi...

Awwww, Hell's Bells. How ya been since... ohhhhhh, a shade under 24 hours?
Naked Eyes, I'd love to have a chock full data cd of all their schnizz to play endlessly in mein main minivan.
Moving along:
Still throwing grenades at outstretched arms.
Sometimes they come back to papa.
I often wonder why I'm destructive in nature. Do I unconsciously do this to hasten departure?
Nobody likes a Lingering Larry...
It does, at times, feel like I'm chiseling away slowly at a hidden escape passage straight out of Alcatraz.
I think I see greener grass. It pisses me off. Why'd they have to go and do that?
Anyhoo, I leave you now to unearth a hidden bag of Doritos calling to me from its lofty perch in a cupboard over the stove...
I'm coming, darling.

Look, Up in the Sky...!!!

A world on the brink. The wagons are circling, we are now on the ropes. Doom and gloom.
Strange that I listen to an extended version of Owner of a Lonely Heart, when I am guilty of such vain pursuits just the same...
This all does not compute. I am once again befuddled. I need a savior, I need a miracle.
I need a guy part Superman, part Billy Dee Williams...

Unfortunately, this guy was not available for services rendered. At least not the kind I would be interested in...

OUCH.

Anyhoo, the type on this blog has gotten all funny on me, and I'm feeling a quivering in my rumblebelly region. I hunger for something I'm sure is not readily available.

Damn you, Chef Ramseys the Damned!!!

Today I know no peace. 

Nothing seems to help. 

Some bite sized Kit Kats might soothe the burn a bit.

Also, lastly but not leastly:

The James Franco Roast on Comedy Central was hilarious. Seth Rogen and gang truly made this by far the best entry in the run so far. It really helps to have actual friends come and roast the guy. I do wish they'd have gotten Craig Robinson and Jay Baruchel, and most importantly, Danny McBride. 

That would've made it unbelievable. Sarah Silverman won hands down, but Jeff Ross had the best burn, to Franco's granny. I was like, "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh, dang."

Anyhoo, one last time. I'm done.

I'm outtie.

At least you get to move on, I'm stuck with little old moi. 

Wahhhhhh.

Black Superman, though. 

Pretty dang sweeet.

Loaded For Bear...

Or is that barely loaded?
Tonight is the James Franco roast on Comedy Central, with my main man Seth Rogen doing it up as host guy thang. Getting superbaked for this as we speak...
I needed it, too. Paranoia. Loathing of all around me, including meinself double. Does delusion mask it all, or become the new reality?
Sometimes I feel intensely suicidal. Too bad that doesn't go well with being a complete pussyfart when it comes to pain. Anyhoo's...
Like I've said, I'm trying to break out of some weird funk, or just...
I don't know. I think I might be ready for some changes in life. Why do they all involve me being utterly alone with no one but this devilishly handsome, uhhhhhh... devil staring back at me from the mirror?
"Who you callin' scruffy?"
Bunch o' nerfherders...
Tears on the keyboard, muthafuckas.
Yeah, right!

Purpoise and Porpose...

Look at the pretty fireworks, Ma?
It is late, 12:45 am to be exact. What am I doing up? Wouldn't you like to know?
Watching Chris Elliott interviews and stuff all night.
Ben Affleck as Batman? I hate it. It will be enough to make me miss this piece of crap. Bummer, had promise before this revelation/turdfest.
Saw We're the Millers. I liked it, but it was hardly a stoner comedy, which I'd hoped it was. Very formulaic, but I like that guy, Jason Whateverthefuckhisnameis...
Overall an ok movie, nothing special. Maybe I just wasn't into it. I need something spiffy.
I need THOR.
Wait, aren't porpoise illegal?
The mid 80's. Watching a skit from Letterman back in the day, circa mid 80's. He's on a boat with Paul, and Chris Elliott doing a southern accent. I yearn and burn for those times. To be young again, with the knowledge I now have, hmmm...
It's now 1 am. I'm tired. I'm also bored shitless. The things I want. I wish it would be given to me, so I can gaze upon it lovingly as it does exactly as I'd always wanted, as if that were what it had been made for, its purpose.
I keep nudging towards it. Give it to me, please. you know deep inside you want it, too.
Yeah.

More Inane Babble...

 Such is the nature of nature, definitely not to nurture...
I just got back from pigging out at some casino buffet. I am soooooooooo stuffed. This is, in fact, the first time I've really gotten to sit down and relax since I got off from work. It is now 8:50 pm...

Time to get a smoke on. I'm kind of wore out, not sure I should do anything but huddle shakily under the covers in the dark. I have to work at George's manana, I do so hate that place.
I taste tacos and broccoli...
And not in a good way. I was listening to Paul Young earlier, now it has moved on to the B-52's. Can't find anything near as good today as what we had back in the day. I promise to end this gripe right now. Not going to say how shitty everything is today. Not.. going to...
Anyhoo, I'm going through my Star Wars blu-ray box set extras now that I'm done with Get a Life. So sad that I am, too. Great show!!!
Other than that, bored shitless. Sometimes I just naturally bounce off of all the walls. I have no explanation for it, and I feel weird when it kicks in. It makes me want to run far away and never come back.
Someday, maybe, I will...
I guarantee it won't be on another planet, as if they'd risk taking me. I'd need strong meds and bonds, because I would freak out. I love space, but it messes with me even thinking about it anymore. The vastness makes me swirl, and not in a good way.
Oh my GAWD there is a fly in here and he continually lands on or extremely near me. Everything. Everything.
And it all amounts to nothing.
In the end.
You get it in the end.
Get it?
Got it?
Good and painful.
The blu-ray for This is the End comes out October 1st. Barely a month away, but seeming to take forever. We saw it twice at the theater, but I was hoping it'd come to the discount one so I could see it a few more times. I will be stoked to see it in blu-ray, though. Best movie hands down I've seen this year.
This, and new Walking Dead, is what I long for now. And football...
Go CHIEFS!!!

Would a Little More Bud Make It Right...?

Sitting here running through my Youtube favorites playlist. Olivia Newton John followed by PiL, can't get any better than that.
Today we saw Kick-Ass 2. It was, well, pretty darn kickass...
I give it an A. Loved the story, loved the gore, loved the good and bad guys. I'd love to see a sequel, but not sure where that would fall in with how this one ended. Not sure.
It was nice to have a final Friday off, especially two days before my birthday. I will be 41. My, how the time doth fly...
I feel ok, I've been taking better care of myself, and getting some blood pumping here and there. I'm waiting for that moment when I decide to truly hit it hard. Oh, it's coming...
Anyhoo, blah blah, and life sucks. People just seem to turn on you without warning. Show compassion, and get eaten alive. Play the game, and you might as well tattoo "Dickhead" across your forehead. I don't get it, and I'm not sure I want to. People are definitely overrated. If you want a collection of them, you have to do things like: listen to their shitty music interspersed with your own. They can't just sit back and let you guide them, they have to try to turn you on to their crapfest in crisp clear crispityness. Not cool.
Also, people like to tell you their horror stories. Wah wahhhhh, someone touched me. I'm not saying that doesn't suck, but why the fuck are you telling ME about it? People like to dump their crap life on you when they drink. No thanks.
What else?
They talk, and it never ends. Makes me wish I carried a nail gun. Right in the...
Johnson!!!
Too bad I can't clone myself, and all of me run away together. What fun!!!
Lastly, my old English teacher, Ms. McCarty was posted to have died. Apparently all the way back in 1996, not that long after we all graduated. She was my nemesis for my Junior year. I was actually pretty fucked up and mean to her. I'm not even sure why. Now, I know you probably thin I'm either going overboard on this, or that this sounds bad. I never did anything super horrible, I just totally dominated her mentally and emotionally. I realize now that she was probably a full blown alkie, and I probably made her life hell while she had me. Sad. I wish that I'd not been such a douche to her. Wonder what killed her?
It's strange how things seem to be different when you're living in a dream. Isn't it?
I seem to be having alot of moments, daily, when derealization makes me wonder if I couldn't just exist in my own shit somewhere far, far away from the idiots poisoning the air around me.
Questions for another time, I guess. Right now I have to go get more beer for people. See how they cause toil and trouble?
Boring. I need baubles, I need pets. Rubies...
Ferrets!!!

Hey, Would You Like To Buy a Monkey...?!?

Howdy ho, folks.
Happy joyous day. Oh, happy joyous muggy black day...
I just got the box set of the complete run of Get a Life on dvd. Chris Elliott is the Sigue Sigue Sputnik of the sitcom early 90's. He was/is just too much for the regular viewing public, or as I like to call them: nitwits.
Now all I need to do is find a copy of Cabin Boy somewhere. It'd be better if there were some lavish blu ray out there. Maybe someday...
I laugh my balls off. I will watch as much of it as I can tonight. Later will come the commentaries. Too bad I read Chris and his writing buddy did sweeet commentaries of their own, which weren't used.
WTF?!?
That's the peoples I want to hear from. I did see there are some featurettes with Judd Apatow on them. I can't wait to see them, I'm sure he loves the show. How could he not?
Anyhoo, half a day tomorrow, then off until Monday again. Maybe I'll win that Powerball tonight, and never have to look back.
To dream. If only...
I would probably age backwards for a few years at least. Don't get me started. Why do rich douchebags just seem to live forever?!?
The wrong people, I tell you. The world. Why? Just...
Give a nigga a chance.
Dayumn.

Just Another Manga Monday...

In defense, this picture was taken awhile back, when the chin had company. I've slimmed up quite a bit since then. Last week I also had a pretty good stomach thangie going on, and just continued to eat healthy afterward. I'm also doing some lifting, and a few other basic stuffs to get it to spark the little bits into a raging fire...
Just got back from seeing R.I.P.D.
Wasn't bad, but the CG monsters were kind of lame. I still give it a B.
Ugh, we ate a whole bag of peanuts, though, and my tongue is super salt dried right now. That, and the kush, make this fellah one thirsty hombre. I just turned around to find I didn't think ahead to bring a giant drank of H2O up in hurr...
BRB.
Anyhoo, I had today off. Wish I never had to work again, and had oodles of dough to just have fun. Sad that some people waste more money on worthless crap while most of us wonder what it'd be like to live it up. Were I rich, I'd do some cool things, of course. But some of the idiotic shit others do, I'd steer clear of.
Too bad the assholes get to live longer by way of less stress through pampered living, while we toil away to die wondering how we're going to scrape a means of living those last few decrepit years.
Guess it makes religion seem not so silly when you're faced with hell here followed by nothingness. Maybe this is hell now, and we've already fucked the dog somewhere else. A lifetime of despair, and then poof!!!
This weekend is Russfest, but a friend claims it will be a party of non epic proportions, with a guest list of two. I never went to the bench they dropped his ashes at and what not. I would like to someday.
Too bad I'm a lazy bastard, but he'd understand.
I want to go see Keith soon in jail. I also want to hang out some Saturday night with Greg, and make him burn a butt ton of sweet sweet cheeba. Throw in there a nice hang with my parents, maybe some cashew chicken...
It's one in the a.m. right now. Birthday coming up, hope I can remember to post on that day. Wow, 41 I'll be. Strange, indeed.
It's all fucking strange, isn't it? The millions of years of evolution that has brought us to this point, where we do the daily fucked up shit that we do to each other. Strange, and sad.
Good thing we have Matt Damon and Angelina Jolie to lovingly guide us towards giving what little we gots to others who will count the money we send, and stuff giant wads of it into their bulging pockets, and let a few wayward bills and coins waft down into grubby hands that just squander it away on shiny baubles...
We need a hero, Bonnie. We're holding on for a hero til the end of the night...
You old slut.

Call It What You Will...

Pointless...
Unless I can find a time machine, and the ageless ability to chase down each interesting thread to its conclusion, then I'm not interested. Myself, I'm not even remotely stirred by the notion of otherworldly pleasures, nor the need to rut around like pigs on the poke, so to speak.
Clones, then?
I wish, but it'd be better to just say and do the things as they are meant to mean. Ha, and be meant...
Life sucks, and WTF am I doing here? Please tell me that there is nothing after this worthless shithole life, or that it's all ice cream and orgasms, or whatever the kids these days are calling it. I highly doubt it. We are probably resoulcycled over and over, usually as a bug that gets stepped, on or baby varmint that gets immediately gulped down by a predator, interspersed with painfully long spans of a shitty life led by some dood trying to just fucking live. Wah wahhhhhhh, sad.
I don't know what to do sometimes. Tired of wishing things, now I just want to be able to do them. The means...
I'm ok though, I guess. Early sparks of motivation?
I am a tidal wave that will hopefully roll over the streets and wash away the trash and shitty buildings all ghettoey...
Ew.
Muthafucka gotst ta go!!!

Sippy Time...

Hey there, howdy doody!!!
I'm the Union Man, you can call me Rudy!!!
Need to use the bathroom, hon? I will get the usual banter out of the way. Saw The Wolverine today. I thought it was great, fuck Yahoo's weird bullshit prepremiere verbal flogging. Also, blah blah blah...
It is 6:38 in the a.m. as I type that. Mmmmm, coffee. I was outside smoking, and thinking back on, sayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, since around 2006ish. Damn, my blog has taken a tour through Bleaksville by way of quicksand. All gloppity gloop, and a bunch of sucking noises, as you sink, sink, sink...
The darkness, however, does give way to light. It doesn't matter that this light may blossom only to a cold and dreary grey throb of...
Not today, boys. I actually find mirth in my melancholy meanderings, thus they no longer hold sway. I'm riding the waves like Snake Plissken in that crappy sequel that one guy did. You know the one.
Dimples McGee I think was his handle.
It is now 6:47.
I am watching some Gerard Butler soccer dad movie where he seems to be humping his way through the moms and such. Wha-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-t? Uma Thurman is waiting in his bedroom, and she just now found out she's actually in his Middle Eastern landlord's bedroom, possibly to be swept away in the wiskery broomage of the sex trade's brisk arm... movement of some sort. Couldn't think of a good word to sploot all over that sentence.
Anyhoo, not sure as to say how I feel. I don't whine about anymore, or mope so much. My only thang seems to be physical energy, but I'm working on that, too. Too bad cigarettes are so awesome. Why do I love thee, yet you reward us with things like wrinkles, lung cancer, no dreams of running a marathon, etc...?
I would love to not need to work for a living. I'm only 40, I'd love to take up boxing. No aspirations, no worry. I don't want anything other than just to have that spring to my step. I remember shadow boxing as a kid. Nothing fancy, but I got to the point where I could keep up a constant barrage for several minutes without letup or really even tiring. I have no idea why I did this from an early age through my early teenage years. I also always did hundreds of sit ups daily, and pull ups. I grew up amazingly in good shape. Skinny as fuck, but I never got beat down. I got fucked with alot, being smaller, but never had any repeat customers.
Why do I slam face first into the bricks every time I think of daring to break a sweat?
No idea, I need momentum. I need to tear my shirt from my bronzed breastices with Hulkamania in mein eyeholes...
I need a target. I need a muse. I need a hug in heart and mind.
I seek some peace, a smattering of solace on my toast. All melty...
I now turn the page to the next chapter of IT ALL.
And I no longer fear you. I have memorized the last zillion pages, and have committed them to, uhhh...
Memory? Yeah. So back up off my D, and give me back that mojo.
It is now 7:07 a.m. I fade off without even a cricket's chirp...
Nor a mouse fart.

Someone's On CPT...

Wow, my amigo looks like he's been through the emotional wringer. I hope to visit him in the near future.
I also have to be out of here in, say... 20 minutes, so I'm going to just bang out what's in my deranged and delusional head quick and dirteh...
First off, I'm hungry. Fried chicken sounds nice, yet alas. I was getting fat again eating alot of Burger King innards that were being brought home. I was making mein own Whoppers and Chicken Sammiches, times INFINITY. Dangerous, yet delicious, I always say...
Damn it, 20 minutes are up. How time fucking flies, folks. Peace out.

Mental Floss...

I struggle with a bit of a tussle. A quibble with all of the bits, and butts to boot. I feel as if I should warn you of something, yet it escapes me once again.
Or is it due to lazed glaziness of mein eyes...
What about your dog, does he have glaucoma, too?
I lucked out today, and went home from work after only three hours, not even all of that was spent actually on the line. I am grateful for this, but what do I do when it doesn't go as smoothly?
I fret and bemoan all of existence.
I would love to be super loaded. The idiot who said that money can't buy happiness must've had money. Either that, or he was just a douche...
I saw Grown Ups 2 tonight. Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I give it a solid B+, but definitely more early matinee fare. I can't imagine I would've shit myself over Pacific Rim Job, but I'm waiting for some other thangies to come out in the near future...
Anyhoo, boredom looms. Laters.

Dr. Strange...

 Arrrrrrggggggghhhh, look at mein head. I actually look like some inbred guy that I occasionally have to work with. Sad for him. No problem for me because when I'm done with this little gem on my webcam...

I will become a doctor of the strange and bizarre.
Dayumn, what if my head really looked like that?!?
Anyhoo, watching Resident Evil something on blu ray with the commentary on. The director is married to Mila Jovavich, if that's even how you spell her name.
Jehovahvich. I give up. They should, too. Stop making them so they can be started over and done right...
Please?

Warped...

 Hello, world peoples.Do you like my goatee?
I am so sluggish right now. What the heck is wrong with me?
Nothing. Nothing. Nada...

Look into mein eye. Deeply, I said.
Now...
Who's my bitch?

Dub-Dubya Zed...

 Took the King's shilling, but the body was willing,
But not playing with a full deck.
The dead man eyes a giveaway,
Those baby blues a thousand miles away...

He wanted death, but his last breath,
They sentenced him to life.
Anarchy, and girls' bodies,
Epiphany for life...
NICE DREAM.

Gotta love the Blueblack Hussar. Playing the fool? I think not.
He refused to be put in the bin. He refused to be pointed at and ridiculed.
He raised the flag, and prudence be dayumned...

Anyhoo, saw World War Z last night. I'm giving this a solid A. It was so fast paced, with barely a few breathers in there to get your bearings. I guess either the critics are complete hater douchebags, or those reshoots they did really paid off. Also, the comparisons, or even outright accusations, to 28 Days Later are so off the mark. These are zombies, folks. They do NOT die without a headwound of some sort. The makeup/CG on them was also top notch. The teeth chatterer was soooooooooooo boner inducing...
I saw Man of Steel last week. I also liked it, though not as much as the originals. Sorry, but Terence Stamp was/is the man. The new guy was just lacking, as were his criminal cohorts. There was absolutely nothing jovial about this one. Whereas the other had its slapsticky moments, this was more bleak.
Still, well worth watching. I also give it an A.
A day before that, we watched This Is the End. I'm giving this a huge A+.
Meta-whatever...
I loved it, and everyone brought their A game to this gem. I'm going to say I knew Danny McBride would be my fave, as he always is. Jay was adorable, as usual. Craig Robinson, Jonah Hill, mein main man Seth Rogen, all of them, did great. James Franco's rejection into Heaven was the best.
Go see this. Get superhigh. Heck, do them both at the same time...
WTF are you waiting for?!?

Chocolate Wizard...

 Cool ride, I saw it outside the courthouse the other day. I was there for my dog's day in court. He allegedly  killed the neighbor's dog, and then bit her. We have another court date on the 28th of this month, so I'll go into greater detail at a later time...
Anyhoo, went home today from work because my eye is all fucked up. I think I have an infection, and probably scratched my cornea today. I have to find a doctor today to cover my ass at work. Phooey!!!

Here's a closer view of the door piece. Gotta love someone who is a zombie freak like myself. I should've tried to hook up for next season of The Walking Dead...
Wow, so I was just watching the stuff I DVR'ed last night. Jonah Hill and Danny McBride were on separate shows I wanted to see that were on after my beddie bye time. I ended up having some breakfast and a nice flagon of vegetable juice to wash mein cheerios down with. Then I forgot all about the here and there of it all and spaced out for a few in front of the TV...
That's right, I sat staring at a crossdresser I keep in the corner for just such occasions.
Man, I'm dying to see This Is The End. I've been watching interviews nonstop on it, especially the late night fare. It is going to hit me as hard as Pineapple Express, I bet. I will see it many, many times.
Yea, I will.
I've also been watching the Donner cuts of Superman 1 and 2. I can't wait for Man of Steel, so I listened to both commentaries. He sure did not get along with the Salkinds. I wonder if they had a side to the story. He claims a budget and times were never mentioned, and that they always just said he was over on both. He also claimed they got rid of him and Marlon Brando pretty much just over money, and them not wanting to pay any of it. I hope to find something more on it all.
I also watched the mild feud between Dane Cook and T.J. Miller. Teej, as I like to call him, tweeted stuff about Dane bumping him, insulting the crowd for about an hour, and then leaving said hostile crowd for him to soothe. Joe Rogan, the eternal dickwheel, chatted with Dane about it on his crap show. I enjoyed listening to two shitty hacks talking more shit about an awesome comic. I was surprised, too, to hear Ari Shaffir chime in a few times. I think he feels some loyalty to Joe for backing him on the Mencia thangie a long time ago. My conclusion: Teej is the bomb, and Dane and Joe need to 69 each other somewhere a bit more private.
End of story. Fuck them.
Hmmm, drawing a blank on anything else remotely interesting to say. Trying to hit a gym some, eating right, looking better. Still too hideous to post many pictures. Add my red, puffy, oozing eyes and you've got a real winner. A real... eye sore. Yeah...
Suck it, world.

Taco Fiesta...

Not exactly sure what this is all about, but I lack for a captivating photo. This'll have to do.
May must've whizzed right by, because I only posted three times. I meant to do more, but what are you going to do about it?
You can't quit me.
The females of the tribe are at some shindig for chicks only, which is fine by me.
I'd rather not...
I need to find something on Netflix and snuggle in with myself on the couch. I bought a giant thing of strawberries I plan on nom nomming on later. Wish I had something interesting to say. Lame.
Haven't drank in five months now. Also still staying somewhat slim. Seeing alot of movies. Now You See Me was awesome. A+ all the way.
Errrrrr, my parents are in Germany. I see and read about cool places. Would love to go again someday. Maybe I will. Who knows? Don't tell me what to do.
Ugh, I came into this with good intentions, but I have nothing. I feel like the net just sucks. The world just sucks. Everything just sucks.
I wonder if it will all just cycle around again, where I once again love the world and shit. And when...
Anyhoo. I will have some shit next time. And if I don't, then I'll make some cray cray for me to say say...
Peace out, nugga$$$.

Would Mike Tyson Have Made a Great Fat Albert Character, Or What...?!?

Lispses, and lipses. Juicy mouthedness, for good measure...
(Sorry, listening to Mike Tyson on Stern, on Youtube, like the boss I is)
Wow, I had a picture of Colin Hay set up for today's post, then I remembered I'd saved a picture of mein friend. He is definitely not having the time of his life right now. Sadly, there was a time, back in the day, where I'd told him to come down here and live with me. We were both pre-married at the time. He should've listened to me. Who knows? It might have turned out worse.
I haven't drank a drop since New Year's Eve, he hasn't stopped drinking since, until he ended up in the pokey. Now I know why his old lady went back to her old name, and why she didn't seem keen to let me know what up. His cousin told me he was in jail, then I looked him up. Domestic, hmmm...
He looks like he got the worst of it all. Poor guy, he's like my brother. The last time I talked to him, he seemed about ready to get his shit together.
Guess I'll find out all in good time, but he never should've hooked up with a chick that's in her late 50's. She's got 20 years experience more than you, of fucking overs and such. He also quit his job on the same Eve, so he was pretty much living off of her. Some serious shit went down, to be sure, I just don't have a clue what it is/was. Maybe he wanted her to dye her bush...
So gross. Never liked her. Garshhhh, hope she never reads this, by the way.
She always was all up in our phone business. Anyhoo...
Sorry, buddy. Hope you get squared away.

Watched the new Star Trek. I liked it, I just had to let the original go. Things were changed up, and some things were switched up. I can accept the new everything, it's just a whole new beast.
Too bad it knocked Iron Man 3 off its lofty perch. It's all about timing.
A-. New Spock still weirds me out. He has a little Paul Stanley going on with those lips.
He also runs like a girl. Surprise...
Will there be a third? Can we still swing it all around so's we can chill with the dolphins in the fourth?
They also carry the same cool camp vibe as the original.
I miss Montalban's Khan, though, and where's those badass little sand slugs they put in Chekov's ear that made him scream like a bitch?!?
Less than the origina, I'd say, but still pretty nice. See it, fools.
Ok, then. I have kinda petered out a bit on posting, but I'm going to find more time to bore the shit out of no one in particular.
Last month I was a posting beast.
RAWR.
Time for some Children's Hospital and iPhone Scrabble, or whatever the fuck they call it.
Peace, nerds.

Smurf It Up, Fuzzball...

Ugh. Got time for a bitch fit?
Just kidding. I'm not going to waste anyone's time with that noise. Besides, it could go on for days.
WTF is wrong with everybody? It seems the world gets crueler and meaner every time I step foot all up in it.
Right now it is as if I'm surrounded by extreme dick wheels on a 24/7 basis. I just wanna chill. I just wanna...
I am sooooooooooooooooooo dragging my heels on actually working out.
I'm actually keeping a pretty lean looking body, it just needs to get the dormant muscles in there pumped back up. I just have no energy, and you all keep sucking my very soul out of me.
Please stop.
I guess it is all just a thing that gets better over time, gradually. I'm just an impatient son of a bitch. I likes it all now.
All or none.
Saw Iron Man 3 the other day. It was wayyyyy better than the others. I can't wait for Thor 2 and Captain America 2. So many awesome movies to come out semi soon. Kick Ass 2, le sigh...
I have had such a hard time lately enjoying anything, or feeling that excitement for something not yet obtainable, but soon will be. I will say I did laugh my balls off a few times watching some Howard Stern interviews from Youtube on my bigscreen. It's good to know I can still laugh, I wasn't sure if I could there for awhile unless it involved someone else's misfortune.
I wish I had interesting stuff to talk about. I feel bad for anyone who actually might...
Ehhhh, who am I kidding?
LOLZ!!!
Wahh blah blahhhh with a woopsy diddle doodly-ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Sometimes, of late, I will actually feel somewhat like my old self and zing it up on the internet google box machine. I'm like, "Damn, I'm superwitty and fly tonight. What up with me?"
Then some asshole will swoop in and try to cut my legs out from underneath me. They never do, of course, but it still waylays momentum.
The meetings are also getting superweird. People are so hateful, yet the most devoted sheeple when called upon to speak. Alot of people I have no idea who the fuck they even are, and a few of them are trying to grapple with the wrong hombre.
Do not try to get crazy with esai.
Don't you know I'm loco?!?

Derpa Durr...

I had to give someone the old heave ho on Facebook yesterday. She was actually my second cousin or something like that. No biggie, as her posts consisted of her with a mohawk, or other white trashy whatever.
I mentioned something about Halloween H2O sucking, and she freaked out on me.
I gave her some whatfer, then blocked her.
End of story. Weird, though...
Anyhoo, just sitting around watching stuff online. Just finished a big, healthy bowl of black eyed peas, peppered up with a few splashes of Tapatio. I'm really losing the flabby patches, now hoping the skin cinches up as quickly as possible.
Guess my Dad went into the hospital today for his blood pressure. He's not being admitted, so that must mean good. I hope he's ok, I'm thinking about shooting on up there for the day tomorrow, not sure yet.
That would suck more than anything. I always hate thinking about losing anyone/everyone I love. I'd so much rather go before. Loss. Couldn't deal with it. I am the worst at it/with it.
Anyway...
The weather is shitty, we actually had snow. It didn't stick, of course, but geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeez.
The end is nigh, the end is nigh!!!
Is it? Who knows?
Sometimes, I would openly welcome it, selfishly.
I'm probably not really even near that brave.
For all any of us know, I might be be grovelling on the floor, all snot bubbles and shit.
I sooooooo wish I were rich as fuck. I don't want to burn through it, or anything. I just want to be that weird, reclusive guy that likes shit he ordered online delivered discreetly, and promptly.
Fuck Seth McFarlane, with his lame ass IMAX BS.
I would love to have some state of the art recording studio with any and all instruments you could ever want to learn and play. I can already bang around on some drums, strum a little geetar, and fiddle around on some keyboards. I would love making music even if no one in the world ever wanted to hear it. I bet it would be pretty dang sweeet, though. Back up, chief...
I guess I may be seeing Iron Man 3 this weekend, maybe, depending on how my Dad is. Wondering if it'll be as boring as the other two...
Hurry up, Captain America and Thor. I need those sequels, preferably sans Downey Jr.
Nor Sammy J.
Later taters...