December 6, 2005
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Quotation of the Week
I don’t know why that [estimate] so expensive. They must get paid more than we do.I Hate My Life, Part Infinity+1
I know some of you are wondering why I haven’t updated even though I keep leaving comments on your blogs. Well simply put, life’s been too busy and wasn’t too bad…until today. But I digress upon subject matters which I shall divulge in good time. Speaking of divulging, there’s a lot of comments that I need to reply to but probably won’t get the chance to. So, if there’s something you really want to know, post it here and I will answer in due course.
Where to begin? As you all know, I got a job at a house of ill repute i.e. they treat me like a hoe and work me like a dog. When I close, it’s ok because I can do whatever the fuck I want to and get away with it just so shit gets done. Last week, I almost quit that job, especially after the fourteen hour day. That was rough. ’nuff said.
The weekend was great because I didn’t have to work. Naturally, this weeks sux because I have to work.
My Life is a Charlie Kaufman Script
One step forward, three steps back. Have a good weekend just chillin’ and working on the Arête and what happens? I go back to work to get all fucking mopy and depressed. AGAIN. Try to save a hoe, but the hoe don’t want to be saved. Try to finish the Arête, but there are hang-ups that are beyond my control.Start to take pride in my car, and it has ice on not only the outside but also all the insides of all the windows…the damned thing is unsafe to drive. Perhaps I should set up a Paypal account so people will donate to get me a new car so I won’t kill them if we pass each other on the road. I was so pissed tonight about my car I had my neighbor drive…that was after I threw the keys across the parking lot because the lock had froze and the key didn’t have enough force to unlock it. Almost busted out a window. And there’s no heat in there. It was like riding a fucking block of ice down the Goddamned highway.
On Saving Hoes
What does Cpt. Savahoe supposed to do when the hoe doesn’t want to be saved? I just don’t get it.The Gayness of LJ
Live Journal is so fucking gay. I mean, think about it. It allows you to tell what mood you’re in at the bottom of the post. I don’t get it. If you can’t write cohesively enough for us to get it when we read it, do you really think that the damned smiley and the emotion you’re feeling is going to help us get it? I think not.Speaking of Charlie…
I already know what my Valentine’s post will be. Straight from Charlie. So there!
Well, that’s enough delirious ranting for one night. Don’t’ ask me to write again when I have nothing to write. To reiterate: I HATE THAT FUCKING CAR!!!
Comments (2)
I feel your anger/pain bro–but take it from someone who knows how to estrange a target audience(and i understand your wanting to say f*** the Da** target F88895g target audience), but you may wanna consider investing in some asterisks and quiet time… even if its spent on the phone w/me just saying nothing….
Big italian brother hugs,
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Might I reccommend listening to Adam Sandler’s “Ode to my Car.” In fact, just the thought of you listening to that song, makes me giggle. I’ll try to find it for you and email it to you.
Your life sux0rs Infinity+1 because you have a bad attitude. Ouch! Get me back by proving me wrong.
Perhaps you should morph into Capt. Sav-Yourself for a little while. You’re not going to save SHIT with your poor attitude at work, and sulking around being sour all the time.
I’ll try to remember to call you one evening, after 2100, on a weekend that you’re not working. I need to verbally bitch-slap you.
Listen dude, love your car, don’t LOVE your car (as David Eatherly is fond of saying). Ok, and here’s a little something that I can promise you, and that you can take to the bank: EVERYTHING WILL WORK OUT dude. Trust me. I’ll get better. Peace out.