I know I've dropped out for couple of weeks. I've started advanced training at Symbol for CNC machining. It's been taking up most of my time, with all the reading, homework, memorizing and all that good shit. Good times none the less.
Other than that, nothing much has been happening. I, like most Chicagoians, are enduring the freezing weather. It's 10 degrees right now and my car had a bitch of a time getting started. Fucking hate that shit>:-( And you know what's really, extremely weird? On Monday, it was in the 60's!?!?!? The next day, about 15 degrees. Gotta love that Midwest weather.
That's about it. Like I said, nothing is happening now. Hopefully, my next blog will be more eventful. Cheers!
-Take it EZ
Other than that, nothing much has been happening. I, like most Chicagoians, are enduring the freezing weather. It's 10 degrees right now and my car had a bitch of a time getting started. Fucking hate that shit>:-( And you know what's really, extremely weird? On Monday, it was in the 60's!?!?!? The next day, about 15 degrees. Gotta love that Midwest weather.
That's about it. Like I said, nothing is happening now. Hopefully, my next blog will be more eventful. Cheers!
-Take it EZ
Fuck! I've been really sleeping on this whole updating thing. My bad. I'm sorry. I'm a terrible human being.
I don't know if any of you notice, but there this election thing going on and shit. And some black dude won again. That's a good thing, I guess.
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad he won over Romney, but you have to understand that this isn't the end all be all of the democratic process.
I'm sensing that I'm going to repeat myself, so I'll just repost something I wrote on Facebook on Election night:
While I got nothing against voting, don't let this be the end-all, be-all of the democratic process. Whoever wins, they don't run the country. WE DO!!!! The president is our bitch and we must makes them come through with the promises they spewed out during their campaigns. People in the country are so goddam lazy that they want a "leader" to swoop in a fix all their problems. Well, that's not how it works. It takes time and, MOST IMPORTANTLY, it takes more than one person. It takes all of us-you, me, your friend, your neighbor, etc.- to get things moving, from the country to our own communities. This is what democracy is to me. Call me crazy if you believe so.
I like Obama, but there are some folks who think he's like Jesus. I mean, aside from both being black, I can't see the similarities. But yeah dude can be president for four more years.
But let's get back to the important stuff: ME!!! j/k
The week before Halloween consisted of me and my friends party crashing. First I went to the art showing on the Southside by the cat Martin, from the band Los Crudos. He had a book of photos out and was showing off some of the prints.
I took a couple of photos, but it all turned out shitty:-(
After, my boy Rob showed off his new ride
HOWEVER, when we were back at my boy's condo, Rob decided to snort up some cyan pepper cuz fuck you, he can.
It was awesome.
He had to lighten the mood because earlier he got a call that his friend Reggie Destin died after being in a coma for a week. Rob was just broken up as all hell, and crying. I knew the boy for over ten years and I've seen him cry, which really unnerved me. I didn't know what to do, so I let him be. I talked to his friend a few days ago at the train and he said he was OK, so that's good.
I week to a punk/Oi show last week. As you would expect from an punk/Oi, there was a nice mix of skins and punks in the crowd A lot of good bands played, enough though it outdoors and it was around thirty degrees cuz that's how Chicagoans roll baby!!
And I totally did the whole in-shadow on purpose cuz I'm artsy as fuck.
Last night, the class took a trip to Symbol Training Institute to check some of the machines we'll be using for the advance. After an hour and observing, man!, I want to do this. Hopefully, I don't fuck up with math so I won't get a chance.
This is one of the student working the CNC machines
The advanced class also teaches CNC programming. Nothing in-depth (that would takes years) but just so you can correct a formula that was put in wrong. These are simulators that are on the machines.
And....
'Merica
And that's it. Hope ya had an awesome Halloween. And to the people in the States, go job on the voting booths. Colorado, I'll see you REAL soon *smoke*. And I'm out cuz I'm hungry and my stomach wants stomach and other things that are tasty but not healthy.
Take it EZ
And here's something awesome!
I don't know if any of you notice, but there this election thing going on and shit. And some black dude won again. That's a good thing, I guess.
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad he won over Romney, but you have to understand that this isn't the end all be all of the democratic process.
I'm sensing that I'm going to repeat myself, so I'll just repost something I wrote on Facebook on Election night:
While I got nothing against voting, don't let this be the end-all, be-all of the democratic process. Whoever wins, they don't run the country. WE DO!!!! The president is our bitch and we must makes them come through with the promises they spewed out during their campaigns. People in the country are so goddam lazy that they want a "leader" to swoop in a fix all their problems. Well, that's not how it works. It takes time and, MOST IMPORTANTLY, it takes more than one person. It takes all of us-you, me, your friend, your neighbor, etc.- to get things moving, from the country to our own communities. This is what democracy is to me. Call me crazy if you believe so.
I like Obama, but there are some folks who think he's like Jesus. I mean, aside from both being black, I can't see the similarities. But yeah dude can be president for four more years.
But let's get back to the important stuff: ME!!! j/k
The week before Halloween consisted of me and my friends party crashing. First I went to the art showing on the Southside by the cat Martin, from the band Los Crudos. He had a book of photos out and was showing off some of the prints.
I took a couple of photos, but it all turned out shitty:-(
After, my boy Rob showed off his new ride
HOWEVER, when we were back at my boy's condo, Rob decided to snort up some cyan pepper cuz fuck you, he can.
It was awesome.
He had to lighten the mood because earlier he got a call that his friend Reggie Destin died after being in a coma for a week. Rob was just broken up as all hell, and crying. I knew the boy for over ten years and I've seen him cry, which really unnerved me. I didn't know what to do, so I let him be. I talked to his friend a few days ago at the train and he said he was OK, so that's good.
I week to a punk/Oi show last week. As you would expect from an punk/Oi, there was a nice mix of skins and punks in the crowd A lot of good bands played, enough though it outdoors and it was around thirty degrees cuz that's how Chicagoans roll baby!!
And I totally did the whole in-shadow on purpose cuz I'm artsy as fuck.
Last night, the class took a trip to Symbol Training Institute to check some of the machines we'll be using for the advance. After an hour and observing, man!, I want to do this. Hopefully, I don't fuck up with math so I won't get a chance.
This is one of the student working the CNC machines
The advanced class also teaches CNC programming. Nothing in-depth (that would takes years) but just so you can correct a formula that was put in wrong. These are simulators that are on the machines.
And....
'Merica
And that's it. Hope ya had an awesome Halloween. And to the people in the States, go job on the voting booths. Colorado, I'll see you REAL soon *smoke*. And I'm out cuz I'm hungry and my stomach wants stomach and other things that are tasty but not healthy.
Take it EZ
And here's something awesome!
I honestly don't know what to write here, but it's been over a week so I'm obligated to write some crap on here to keep you occupied.
Let's see, let's see.
Oh! I started my CNC class yesterday. It was an orientation, so it wasn't that much done. But I'm really excited to be a part of this thing. Hopefully, by the time I'm done, I can operated CNC machine and make real money. Cuz, this whole being broke thing well...it sucks. Hard.
Speaking of broke, I started my job this past Sunday. It was...interesting. I'm not thrilled about it, but it pays the bills(barely. I only get 16 to 24 hrs a week), and it keeps me occupied. So there's that.
That's about it. Short, sweet and to the point So the rest of this blog is gonna be a photo dump. Been taking a lot of pictures with my phone cam and getting a little better each time. I'm not an expert photographer, but I ain't too shabby neither.
On Saturday I went to see the Vibrators play Ultra Lounge. There were some other bands playing, but I didn't really care for them. Luckily, when I came in, Vibrators were just starting. I'm good like.
Anyway, I managed to get a couple of pics in:
At one point, they invited all the girls to come up on stage and sing.
So that's that.
The day before the show, I was leaving the library and I saw this little around the corner. When I came up to them, they were-lo and behold -the Black Israelites, or Black Hebrews. Who are they, you may ask? Well, think Nation Of Islam but more Hebraic. These cats can SPEAK. And I mean SPEAK in all caps and shit. Mostly, they had one dude doing all the talking while his boys behind read off passage from the Old Testament. Oh and they talk about whitey. Good Times.
I'm kinda salty that I won't be able to go to this show. But apparently, the tickets are WAY too much (like 60 bucks). I can see that, as we are talking about the Chicago Theatre.
Saw this last night as I walking to my car. This had to have happened recently because I can still smell the smoke.
Never saw this before so I can it a try. It was meh
I actually posted this on Facebook and someone told that they do allow women there. They kept the sign because it's "Vintage"
And here's me because of reasons.
And here's some video because of-you guessed it!-reasons.
Ya Take it EZ
Let's see, let's see.
Oh! I started my CNC class yesterday. It was an orientation, so it wasn't that much done. But I'm really excited to be a part of this thing. Hopefully, by the time I'm done, I can operated CNC machine and make real money. Cuz, this whole being broke thing well...it sucks. Hard.
Speaking of broke, I started my job this past Sunday. It was...interesting. I'm not thrilled about it, but it pays the bills(barely. I only get 16 to 24 hrs a week), and it keeps me occupied. So there's that.
That's about it. Short, sweet and to the point So the rest of this blog is gonna be a photo dump. Been taking a lot of pictures with my phone cam and getting a little better each time. I'm not an expert photographer, but I ain't too shabby neither.
On Saturday I went to see the Vibrators play Ultra Lounge. There were some other bands playing, but I didn't really care for them. Luckily, when I came in, Vibrators were just starting. I'm good like.
Anyway, I managed to get a couple of pics in:
At one point, they invited all the girls to come up on stage and sing.
So that's that.
The day before the show, I was leaving the library and I saw this little around the corner. When I came up to them, they were-lo and behold -the Black Israelites, or Black Hebrews. Who are they, you may ask? Well, think Nation Of Islam but more Hebraic. These cats can SPEAK. And I mean SPEAK in all caps and shit. Mostly, they had one dude doing all the talking while his boys behind read off passage from the Old Testament. Oh and they talk about whitey. Good Times.
I'm kinda salty that I won't be able to go to this show. But apparently, the tickets are WAY too much (like 60 bucks). I can see that, as we are talking about the Chicago Theatre.
Saw this last night as I walking to my car. This had to have happened recently because I can still smell the smoke.
Never saw this before so I can it a try. It was meh
I actually posted this on Facebook and someone told that they do allow women there. They kept the sign because it's "Vintage"
And here's me because of reasons.
And here's some video because of-you guessed it!-reasons.
Ya Take it EZ
What's up ya?
I'm writing this at a internet cafe. The internet at the crib is off. Long story, but I came up with $50 to pay off more than half the balance owed. My roommate would come up with $30 and he'll make the payment since the internet is under his name.
So I came up with the $50 and put it under his door. He padlocked the door so I knew he was gone. I didn't think much of it. Until a couple of days past sed and no sign of him.
I called his phone. Got voice mail. Texted him. Nothing. So I called our friend Lana to see if she heard from him. She didn't but she'll call up his girl to see what's up. After I got off the phone with her, she called right back. According to his girl, he checked himself to rehab and was in detox at the moment.
While I'm happy for him, I'm a lil satly--Ok a LOT salty--that he didn't let me know about this. He might be gone for a fucking month. All I wished is that he could've just let me know what was going on so we can make some arrangements. And I don't mean just the internet, fuck that. I'm talking rent, bills, etc.. He didn't even let everyone else know either, which is shitty as well.
That aside, I am glad he's getting some help, I really am. It's just I think he could've tied up some loose ends before he left is all.
I know I'm sounding like a whiny lil "woe is me" bitch, but I had to get it out of my system.
Anyway, still looking for work. Had an interview the past Saturday for Assistant Director at Grassroots Campaigns. Actually, it was two interviews with two assistant directors. I think I did good. They said they'll call sometime during the week. And if I get it, I might be going to Philly, which means I can get to hang out with @Meira. Yay!!. (And for the record, we've been talking. So it's totally not stalking).
Also, I got to hang out with my half-brother that day for his birthday. He turned 43 and he's living in a home for people with special needs. My folks bought him a couple of games for the Nintendo DS lite. A couple of them were Pac Man and Space Invaders. But it was one of those remakes that was EXXXXXXXXXXXXXTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE!!!! With lots of lights beams and words shooting at your face. Still it was pretty awesome.
What else what else?
Oh went to the Black and Brown Punk Show that night. It was a two event, but I was only able to the last two of the final night:-(. The location was a church on Bridgeport by Sox Park (I'm not calling it U.S. Cellular Field) and the room the bands were playing was hot and humid even with the industrial fan behind the bands.
Then I went to this tattoo parlor on the north side to see my boy DJ this art gallery. Then me, him and a couple of his friends went bar hopping til 4 in the morning. And somehow I survived to wake up in the next day.
In other news I've finished reading this:
I read his other How to Make Love to A Negro Without Getting Tired a while. He said his influence is
Bukowski which definitely shows. They both have this unfiltered style that's gonna piss people off. Still both books are a good read.
Anyway, that's it. Ya take it EZ
I'm writing this at a internet cafe. The internet at the crib is off. Long story, but I came up with $50 to pay off more than half the balance owed. My roommate would come up with $30 and he'll make the payment since the internet is under his name.
So I came up with the $50 and put it under his door. He padlocked the door so I knew he was gone. I didn't think much of it. Until a couple of days past sed and no sign of him.
I called his phone. Got voice mail. Texted him. Nothing. So I called our friend Lana to see if she heard from him. She didn't but she'll call up his girl to see what's up. After I got off the phone with her, she called right back. According to his girl, he checked himself to rehab and was in detox at the moment.
While I'm happy for him, I'm a lil satly--Ok a LOT salty--that he didn't let me know about this. He might be gone for a fucking month. All I wished is that he could've just let me know what was going on so we can make some arrangements. And I don't mean just the internet, fuck that. I'm talking rent, bills, etc.. He didn't even let everyone else know either, which is shitty as well.
That aside, I am glad he's getting some help, I really am. It's just I think he could've tied up some loose ends before he left is all.
I know I'm sounding like a whiny lil "woe is me" bitch, but I had to get it out of my system.
Anyway, still looking for work. Had an interview the past Saturday for Assistant Director at Grassroots Campaigns. Actually, it was two interviews with two assistant directors. I think I did good. They said they'll call sometime during the week. And if I get it, I might be going to Philly, which means I can get to hang out with @Meira. Yay!!. (And for the record, we've been talking. So it's totally not stalking).
Also, I got to hang out with my half-brother that day for his birthday. He turned 43 and he's living in a home for people with special needs. My folks bought him a couple of games for the Nintendo DS lite. A couple of them were Pac Man and Space Invaders. But it was one of those remakes that was EXXXXXXXXXXXXXTTTTTTTTTRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE!!!! With lots of lights beams and words shooting at your face. Still it was pretty awesome.
What else what else?
Oh went to the Black and Brown Punk Show that night. It was a two event, but I was only able to the last two of the final night:-(. The location was a church on Bridgeport by Sox Park (I'm not calling it U.S. Cellular Field) and the room the bands were playing was hot and humid even with the industrial fan behind the bands.
Then I went to this tattoo parlor on the north side to see my boy DJ this art gallery. Then me, him and a couple of his friends went bar hopping til 4 in the morning. And somehow I survived to wake up in the next day.
In other news I've finished reading this:
I read his other How to Make Love to A Negro Without Getting Tired a while. He said his influence is
Bukowski which definitely shows. They both have this unfiltered style that's gonna piss people off. Still both books are a good read.
Anyway, that's it. Ya take it EZ
I've been feeling like shit lately. Had a couple of job interviews this week that turned out pretty well, I think. Hopefully, that will manifest itself into me getting a job.
I'm still at the spot with the druggies and shit. I wanna move out but money's kinda tight at the moment. Blech.
That's it. Sorry this wasn't the epic blogs that I normally do, but my head is at a different place at the moment. I'll write something more substantial next time. Just wanted to let everyone know that I'm still alive and kicking.
Take it EZ
I'm still at the spot with the druggies and shit. I wanna move out but money's kinda tight at the moment. Blech.
That's it. Sorry this wasn't the epic blogs that I normally do, but my head is at a different place at the moment. I'll write something more substantial next time. Just wanted to let everyone know that I'm still alive and kicking.
Take it EZ
First off, I had a longer version of this, but the fucking computer ate it. So this will be the Cliff Notes.
Sorry I haven't been on here as I want to. It's just I'm been busy doing the whole "getting my life sorted out" thing. It's a thing we all do, to the day we die. And it's not like I hate my current situation. It's just stagnate. It just sits there, not doing shit, occupying the matter and molecules that could be used toward more deserving folks. All the while, there's this, guttural, wild-eyed, creature pacing between my brain and my stomach. That thing is myself--an ideal self. Like Tyler Druden minus the penchant of blowing up buildings and organizing a quasi-black bloc group.
There are, however, some factors standing in the way. I mean, these can be solved but it's gonna take some work.
1. my roomie. Specifically, the people he has coming over here. I already mentioned how he got his girl to move in after there supposed breakup a week before. Thing is, my roomie is shooting up heroin and been having this one dude stop by that shoots up too. One night, I walked in the bathroom to see a fucking needle and cap a smack right on the sink. The dude ran over, took the needle and the cap, said, "Sorry" and left. I swear, if I had a gun, I would fire it into the ceiling and kick everybody the fuck out. But, alas, no firearms. So it's looking up apartment posts on Craigslist.
2. the Landlord. He's a scumbag. Doesn't fix a damn thing and had the nerve to hit me up for money to pay his phone bill. I mean, dude, you're a fucking landlord. Why are you begging your goddamn tenants for money? Are you that irresponsible?
3. The Job. It's going on well, but there's a potential hiccup: I haven't heard back from CTA about the train operator gig. However, I checked the CTA website and my resume is still active, which is good. So if I get the gig, how would that affect my chances of getting an apartment? I doubt any landlord would rent out their place to someone that just got a job. And you just read what the fuck I have to deal with at my current spot.
Like I said, these things can be overcome. It's like the scene in "Brazil" where dude is flying and all these towers are shooting up from the ground. I can see them, I just have to be careful.
But there are some positives:
1. I got a new phone. It's a Samsung Whatever. It's got all those new fangle apps and shit that you kids like these days. Yep, I officially joined the 21st century!! Yay technology!!
2. Had a good 4th of July. I did two things: Jack and Shit. I went downtown, got me a hotdog then came back to the crib to see some neighbors setting off fireworks in the streets.
3. Went to this killer punk show that same week. My boys were playing and this one band from North Dakota, Fuck Detector, played too. I was in the pit of a bit, then got really fucking drunk and hungout with my friends who lived block from the show. There was this one chick that really got under my skin though. She was with her jailbait friend who had the cutest lil mowhawk. I mean it was Oh so precious OMFG!!!!! They were at our spot looking for the show. Nothing happen, we just told them where it was and they went. I saw them at the show, but didn't say much to them other than a few pleasantries. We took them back to our spot to drink and hang out. And then, it happened. She was drunk and when a drunk person says something(myself included), it's 99.999999999999% bullshit. Anyway, she starts going on about punk bands can't play their instruments BUT she would go to a show AND buy their merch BUT she won't "listen to them on my ipod". I didn't want to be a part of the conversation, but one of my boys, with his drunk ass, dragged me into it. So she goes on about the bands don't really play music and that she worked her ass off as a singer to learn the techniques and blah blah blah. I was drunk so I was going in and out. I don't remember what I said exactly, but the gist of it is:
Just because you know the notes, doesn't mean you have to play them. A musician can do perfectly well with just a few chords. And by "well" I don't mean making millions and having your song be on the Top 10. I mean you can make a decent living off your music. I can play a augmented chord, or incorporated a ii-v-i turnaround at the end of a twelve bar blues progression, but for the music I play, it's not a necessity. Also, I'm reminded of George Carlin when describing the Blues as "Not just knowing the notes. But knowing why those notes have to by played".
These where taking the other night. My friends were spinning punk and metal and it was beautiful.
They are required by law to throw the horns whenever someone takes a picture of them
Oh and one more thing:
My boy Chuck copping a feel to the lovely Miss Molly.
And something I took today.
I know they suck, but I'm just started. It'll get better. Promise
Anyway, I'm off to bed. Gotta work in the morning. Bleh. Wish me luck.
Sorry I haven't been on here as I want to. It's just I'm been busy doing the whole "getting my life sorted out" thing. It's a thing we all do, to the day we die. And it's not like I hate my current situation. It's just stagnate. It just sits there, not doing shit, occupying the matter and molecules that could be used toward more deserving folks. All the while, there's this, guttural, wild-eyed, creature pacing between my brain and my stomach. That thing is myself--an ideal self. Like Tyler Druden minus the penchant of blowing up buildings and organizing a quasi-black bloc group.
There are, however, some factors standing in the way. I mean, these can be solved but it's gonna take some work.
1. my roomie. Specifically, the people he has coming over here. I already mentioned how he got his girl to move in after there supposed breakup a week before. Thing is, my roomie is shooting up heroin and been having this one dude stop by that shoots up too. One night, I walked in the bathroom to see a fucking needle and cap a smack right on the sink. The dude ran over, took the needle and the cap, said, "Sorry" and left. I swear, if I had a gun, I would fire it into the ceiling and kick everybody the fuck out. But, alas, no firearms. So it's looking up apartment posts on Craigslist.
2. the Landlord. He's a scumbag. Doesn't fix a damn thing and had the nerve to hit me up for money to pay his phone bill. I mean, dude, you're a fucking landlord. Why are you begging your goddamn tenants for money? Are you that irresponsible?
3. The Job. It's going on well, but there's a potential hiccup: I haven't heard back from CTA about the train operator gig. However, I checked the CTA website and my resume is still active, which is good. So if I get the gig, how would that affect my chances of getting an apartment? I doubt any landlord would rent out their place to someone that just got a job. And you just read what the fuck I have to deal with at my current spot.
Like I said, these things can be overcome. It's like the scene in "Brazil" where dude is flying and all these towers are shooting up from the ground. I can see them, I just have to be careful.
But there are some positives:
1. I got a new phone. It's a Samsung Whatever. It's got all those new fangle apps and shit that you kids like these days. Yep, I officially joined the 21st century!! Yay technology!!
2. Had a good 4th of July. I did two things: Jack and Shit. I went downtown, got me a hotdog then came back to the crib to see some neighbors setting off fireworks in the streets.
3. Went to this killer punk show that same week. My boys were playing and this one band from North Dakota, Fuck Detector, played too. I was in the pit of a bit, then got really fucking drunk and hungout with my friends who lived block from the show. There was this one chick that really got under my skin though. She was with her jailbait friend who had the cutest lil mowhawk. I mean it was Oh so precious OMFG!!!!! They were at our spot looking for the show. Nothing happen, we just told them where it was and they went. I saw them at the show, but didn't say much to them other than a few pleasantries. We took them back to our spot to drink and hang out. And then, it happened. She was drunk and when a drunk person says something(myself included), it's 99.999999999999% bullshit. Anyway, she starts going on about punk bands can't play their instruments BUT she would go to a show AND buy their merch BUT she won't "listen to them on my ipod". I didn't want to be a part of the conversation, but one of my boys, with his drunk ass, dragged me into it. So she goes on about the bands don't really play music and that she worked her ass off as a singer to learn the techniques and blah blah blah. I was drunk so I was going in and out. I don't remember what I said exactly, but the gist of it is:
Just because you know the notes, doesn't mean you have to play them. A musician can do perfectly well with just a few chords. And by "well" I don't mean making millions and having your song be on the Top 10. I mean you can make a decent living off your music. I can play a augmented chord, or incorporated a ii-v-i turnaround at the end of a twelve bar blues progression, but for the music I play, it's not a necessity. Also, I'm reminded of George Carlin when describing the Blues as "Not just knowing the notes. But knowing why those notes have to by played".
These where taking the other night. My friends were spinning punk and metal and it was beautiful.
They are required by law to throw the horns whenever someone takes a picture of them
Oh and one more thing:
My boy Chuck copping a feel to the lovely Miss Molly.
And something I took today.
I know they suck, but I'm just started. It'll get better. Promise
Anyway, I'm off to bed. Gotta work in the morning. Bleh. Wish me luck.
I gotta be honest with ya: I really don't feel like typing this shit. At all.
However, it's been a minute since I last dropped an entry, so I figured now's the time to update on my life doings or whatever.
First off, I'm way better now. I know I had that emo moment last time, but I punched some newborn babies in face, shot a bald eagle in the face with a M60 so I'm all better.
Oh, and I've been reading this, which might've helped.
PMA=Positive Mental Attitude, goddammit! I got that PMA!!!
Anyway, nothing much to report. Just been reading and looking up literary magazine to submit my stories to.
Also, a friend of mine is starting up her own squirting website. Um, yeah, she's doing that. It's going to be something, I tell ya. All I know is that I better a free lifetime membership, dammit!!
Oh and this is what I've been listening to lately. Just shit that gets me pumped up!!
This entry was short, wasn't it? Maybe I'll add some meat later. Maybe not. Whatever.
Ya Take EZ!!
However, it's been a minute since I last dropped an entry, so I figured now's the time to update on my life doings or whatever.
First off, I'm way better now. I know I had that emo moment last time, but I punched some newborn babies in face, shot a bald eagle in the face with a M60 so I'm all better.
Oh, and I've been reading this, which might've helped.
PMA=Positive Mental Attitude, goddammit! I got that PMA!!!
Anyway, nothing much to report. Just been reading and looking up literary magazine to submit my stories to.
Also, a friend of mine is starting up her own squirting website. Um, yeah, she's doing that. It's going to be something, I tell ya. All I know is that I better a free lifetime membership, dammit!!
Oh and this is what I've been listening to lately. Just shit that gets me pumped up!!
This entry was short, wasn't it? Maybe I'll add some meat later. Maybe not. Whatever.
Ya Take EZ!!
I can't elaborate at the moment-maybe later. But all I have to say is: why is life such a messy pile of shit that I have to sort through without any protective gear? I mean, I figured once I came to an Age of Reason that that was life and I have to deal with it, but FUCK IS IT A MOTHERFUCKA!!!!
So yeah, it looks like I didn't get the job as a train operator. I was suppose to hear back from the people last week, which never happen. Still stuck at this bullshit-ass job, probably for the rest of my life. On top of that, my roommate is hanging with this broad who-without getting into much detail-ain't good for him. Plus his father is between life and death and, even with surgery, he's got a 50/50 chance of surviving. Our other roommate is MIA and all the bills are in his name, and he hasn't paid them in a few months and just...shit is going down.
Usually, I'm positive about these things and I shouldn't get bogged down in the pessimism, but I can't help it. It's a like a cheap lay: feels good for a moment, but you'll regret it afterwards. I'm balls deep in it now. Just let me enjoy for a second, please?
Got nothing else. Sorry for lame emo-ness. I swear I'll be all rainbows, lucky charms, and unicorns next time.
And sorry for my lack of activity. I've been...doing shit.
So yeah, it looks like I didn't get the job as a train operator. I was suppose to hear back from the people last week, which never happen. Still stuck at this bullshit-ass job, probably for the rest of my life. On top of that, my roommate is hanging with this broad who-without getting into much detail-ain't good for him. Plus his father is between life and death and, even with surgery, he's got a 50/50 chance of surviving. Our other roommate is MIA and all the bills are in his name, and he hasn't paid them in a few months and just...shit is going down.
Usually, I'm positive about these things and I shouldn't get bogged down in the pessimism, but I can't help it. It's a like a cheap lay: feels good for a moment, but you'll regret it afterwards. I'm balls deep in it now. Just let me enjoy for a second, please?
Got nothing else. Sorry for lame emo-ness. I swear I'll be all rainbows, lucky charms, and unicorns next time.
And sorry for my lack of activity. I've been...doing shit.
Ok. This is gonna be a short ditty considering I'm not in the best of moods but here's a rundown:
- Roommate 1 just came back after, what?, four, five weeks after he bailed on us after loosing his job. To be fair, he was FINALLY able to pay the rent for the month but, dude, he just bailed and didn't even bother to call anybody. Everybody tried to call his ass but he never picked up. But he's back, the rent's paid but I still have deal with...
- Roommate 2. Fights with the girlfriend that is really pissing me off to no end. They're always bickering about dumb ass, like how to prepare chicken . Shit like that. Roomie's my boy, but this is getting nuts.
- Job moved to a place downtown. Bleh. Same old bullshit. Still trying to make it through the day without going off on somebody. Man, I just wanna just go to fucking work, do my fucking job, clock the fuck out, and go the fuck on home. Simple. And I can't even do that. Like this dude at work asked for money...AGAIN!!!! AND--here's the kicker---HE MAKES MORE MONEY THAN ME!!!! How the fuck can you make more than me and still be broke? Fuck you, dude. You're nothing but a parasitic fuckwad who needs to handle his money right.
- Took and exam for train operator. Passed it. Easy peesy. Now I gotta pass the interview. Thing is, I was a train operator with the company before. Did it for 2 and half years. No violations but I had a problem with absenteeism. I didn't miss days or anything, it was just I had a hard time being punctual, which is pretty serious in the field of public transportation. The interview's on Friday. I need a prayer.
*sigh*It seems like everyday, people are trying to test me. And I just want to be left alone.
