I don't think anyone noticed, but I've been gone. Renewed my membership, just a little bit ago. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Hello all!
We interrupt your regularly scheduled fantasy for my current, brand new favorite...
My new favorite thread, "Blow Job Innuendos". I'm a pervert and I like it.
Last time on here, this here blog, I said I called in sick from work for a few days and enjoyed myself. The boss gave me a talking to, and I told him I wasn't getting any sleep because my Mom has dementia; well, it's actually true.
Love that girl Moonlil, she's a smart, free-spirited, bit of cute sweetness. Go check her out. I hope she turns all pink!
Last time on here, this here blog, I said I called in sick from work for a few days and enjoyed myself. The boss gave me a talking to, and I told him I wasn't getting any sleep because my Mom has dementia; well, it's actually true.
Love that girl Moonlil, she's a smart, free-spirited, bit of cute sweetness. Go check her out. I hope she turns all pink!
Some of my favorite things to do: Browse used book stores, order books online, read, drink a vanilla latte, go out to eat, not go to work. Well, surprise surprise, I called in sick the last two days, went out to eat, bought some books at a thrift store, read, got a vanilla latte, and ordered books online. This was a productive two days.
The word 'school' comes from the word 'leisure'. Leisure. To have leisure means leisure to learn.~Jiddu Krishnamurti
It's been more than a month since my last blog entry, so it's about time. Tired, I am tired. Something tiring about my line of work. Clients with developmental disabilities requires lots of attention, other staff got their issues, and management's got their orders from their funding source which they readily impose on you. Spells out EXHAUSTION.
But instead of dwelling on that, I'mma give some cool advice:
1. Never forget to have dessert. All day long if you must.
2. If the bread's been in the toaster for 6 hours, and still hasn't popped up, something's wrong. Don't call the police and don't blame it on evil fairies.
3. Never call the cops when you've just committed a prison time style crime.
4. Walk, stand, sit, but don't wobble.
Enough of that.
The future is now.
Pax.
Oh, wait a minute, watch this...
But instead of dwelling on that, I'mma give some cool advice:
1. Never forget to have dessert. All day long if you must.
2. If the bread's been in the toaster for 6 hours, and still hasn't popped up, something's wrong. Don't call the police and don't blame it on evil fairies.
3. Never call the cops when you've just committed a prison time style crime.
4. Walk, stand, sit, but don't wobble.
Enough of that.
The future is now.
Pax.
Oh, wait a minute, watch this...
I'm going mad wanting to write up a new blog post, and at a loss trying to think of something to write about, so I've decided to talk about myself, or, at least, talk about what's been happening with me. So here goes.
It all started when I was born...just kidding. Let me go back to about seven months ago. Well, back in July, last year, I got fired. Before you start to feeling sorry for me, it was quite the liberating experience. I'm not into being bullied, in any format, and the job, really like most jobs, involved the bully factor, by co-workers and management. Making this long story short, I was asked to do something by management which was unreasonable, a lot of mess, and I flat refused. Maybe you're thinking I'm quite rebellious, but it's not that at all. Every time I tried to do what they were asking me to do, I just couldn't do it. It's like the body and the brain cells wouldn't make it happen. So, I was told I was insubordinate, and they tacked on a bunch of other concocted nonsense and fired me. I'll have you know, I worked for the company a total of six years, and took on assignments others refused to take on; quite battered and beaten down by the end of it; and I'll have you know I was getting paid $8.50 an hour, and no breaks. Really glad to be shed of all that. Just so happens, because I guess I got a little foresight, I had applied for another job while I was working for the company that fired me. I got a little skill in certain areas which I sold to the prospective employer, but I hadn't heard from him for some time, figured there wasn't a prospect there. However, about three months after I got fired, the prospective employer calls me, says he wants to interview me. Scooby-doo! Yes, got the job, been there a few months now. Funny how things work out. Won't lie, there's always problems on a job, but this one's way better than the last. Of course, honestly, I could do without the job thing, I'm still thinking of a much more independent venture. Do something new, new things happen.
Now, in the middle of all this, my mother, who I take care of, started having some strange hallucinations. She thought people were waiting outside of our apartment to kill her and that people were living in the basement and were coming into the apartment through a hole in the wall. These were just some of her hallucinations. She had the cops over in the middle of the night and I had some explaining to do. I got a tip from a friend that it all might have been caused by the Prozac she was taking. I got into a gladiator battle with her doctor, got her off the Prozac, the hallucinations are less dramatic but still there. I've heard that stuff can cause brain damage, but I still can't be sure it's the Prozac. It's possible it's dementia. But I'll tell you, it's like losing somebody, not the same person.
So, by the way, after I got my new job, I re-activated my SG account, which is damn cool. Revolution means change, let's change the whole thing.
Pax, mon ami.
It all started when I was born...just kidding. Let me go back to about seven months ago. Well, back in July, last year, I got fired. Before you start to feeling sorry for me, it was quite the liberating experience. I'm not into being bullied, in any format, and the job, really like most jobs, involved the bully factor, by co-workers and management. Making this long story short, I was asked to do something by management which was unreasonable, a lot of mess, and I flat refused. Maybe you're thinking I'm quite rebellious, but it's not that at all. Every time I tried to do what they were asking me to do, I just couldn't do it. It's like the body and the brain cells wouldn't make it happen. So, I was told I was insubordinate, and they tacked on a bunch of other concocted nonsense and fired me. I'll have you know, I worked for the company a total of six years, and took on assignments others refused to take on; quite battered and beaten down by the end of it; and I'll have you know I was getting paid $8.50 an hour, and no breaks. Really glad to be shed of all that. Just so happens, because I guess I got a little foresight, I had applied for another job while I was working for the company that fired me. I got a little skill in certain areas which I sold to the prospective employer, but I hadn't heard from him for some time, figured there wasn't a prospect there. However, about three months after I got fired, the prospective employer calls me, says he wants to interview me. Scooby-doo! Yes, got the job, been there a few months now. Funny how things work out. Won't lie, there's always problems on a job, but this one's way better than the last. Of course, honestly, I could do without the job thing, I'm still thinking of a much more independent venture. Do something new, new things happen.
Now, in the middle of all this, my mother, who I take care of, started having some strange hallucinations. She thought people were waiting outside of our apartment to kill her and that people were living in the basement and were coming into the apartment through a hole in the wall. These were just some of her hallucinations. She had the cops over in the middle of the night and I had some explaining to do. I got a tip from a friend that it all might have been caused by the Prozac she was taking. I got into a gladiator battle with her doctor, got her off the Prozac, the hallucinations are less dramatic but still there. I've heard that stuff can cause brain damage, but I still can't be sure it's the Prozac. It's possible it's dementia. But I'll tell you, it's like losing somebody, not the same person.
So, by the way, after I got my new job, I re-activated my SG account, which is damn cool. Revolution means change, let's change the whole thing.
Pax, mon ami.
I have come to the conclusion that I'm evil; because I like to look at naked women on SG.
But here's another cool thing about me: I went to a Chinese buffet here in town called Kwando yesterday and had quite the huge meal, visited a friend afterward and got into a minor argument, then went home and watched the Karate Kid remake with Jackie Chan and Jaden Smith. I hereby highly recommend the Karate Kid movie, they said a lot significant things and Jackie's choreography was fantastic as usual. Jackie does some serious acting in this one, and I like how he showed how he (the Hahn character, that is) relates to and cares about Dre, the Jaden Smith character. The teacher is both student and teacher. Favorite scenes: The jacket lesson, the snake, and Dre telling Hahn (Jackie's character) why he wants to continue fighting after he's injured at the tournament. The film talks about life, the mind, and fear. Maybe you're thinking that it can't be that the movie is all that deep, but it is, I swear.
Other than that, the job's going well; but I'll tell you this: I never get too identified with a job, because it's always full of policy and politics, and I'm bound to violate the whole thing before the story's over. I'm like that, fortunately. There's truth, and then there's the daily grind.
Peace, mon ami.
But here's another cool thing about me: I went to a Chinese buffet here in town called Kwando yesterday and had quite the huge meal, visited a friend afterward and got into a minor argument, then went home and watched the Karate Kid remake with Jackie Chan and Jaden Smith. I hereby highly recommend the Karate Kid movie, they said a lot significant things and Jackie's choreography was fantastic as usual. Jackie does some serious acting in this one, and I like how he showed how he (the Hahn character, that is) relates to and cares about Dre, the Jaden Smith character. The teacher is both student and teacher. Favorite scenes: The jacket lesson, the snake, and Dre telling Hahn (Jackie's character) why he wants to continue fighting after he's injured at the tournament. The film talks about life, the mind, and fear. Maybe you're thinking that it can't be that the movie is all that deep, but it is, I swear.
Other than that, the job's going well; but I'll tell you this: I never get too identified with a job, because it's always full of policy and politics, and I'm bound to violate the whole thing before the story's over. I'm like that, fortunately. There's truth, and then there's the daily grind.
Peace, mon ami.
I'm back! Thank God! I miss it, the site and the people on it. Got a new job too and it's going well: It's how I got the cash to renew my membership. Pax, mon ami!
Well, bye everybody, it's been fun. Had to cancel my account, don't have the money. I don't have the money right at the time my year subscription was up: Funny how timing is sometimes.
Who knows? Might be back.
Have a good life.
Who knows? Might be back.
Have a good life.
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