That cat I was tellin' y'all 'bout that cut his thumb off? He came back to work today. Maybe it's the hangin' out with that artist-girlie so much (which is going very well, thanks) or maybe I see it as some kinda victory, but I got a really good feelin' 'bout seein' him. He's like the only cat at work ('sides me) that doesn't do drugs or drink (okay I drink, but I don't come in hung over like everybody else). He's some guy that made enough so far that he was able to retire and always wanted to learn a trade so he came here. I felt really bad when he cut his thumb off. But he's back already! There's another guy that hurt himself less severely and longer ago that's still not back; he's milkin' worker's comp for as long as he can and poppin' pain pills. I guess I'm a little old school when it comes to workin' and I get a good feelin' when someone's not afraid to step up and pick up his slack. He certainly could've stayed at home longer and no one would fault him for it. Man I sound like my step-dad

It seems I talk 'bout women-folk here quite a bit so I'll run with that theme. Hung out with that artist-girlie last night. I was beginning to wonder if anything was gonna happen 'tween us or if we was just gonna be friends. It was certainly at that point, I believed, and I was leanin' towards friends 'cause I reckoned she had no interest in me as a suiter. So I had to make it happen last night and it turns out I was wrong! She does dig me. We made out 'til four in the mornin' to Willie Nelson (that's a good woman there). Anyway, I'm pretty happy 'bout the whole deal.
I wish I had somethin' else to tell y'all 'bout but other than girls, me life is rather borin' (unless y'all wanna hear 'bout radicals and exponents), so I reckon that's all you get fo' today.
-J

Okay, this is kind of a guilty pleasure for me but I heard that new Sum 41 at me brother's house and those kids can really put it down! Don't get me wrong there's sme pretty gay songs on there, but when they decides to get all heavy-like...well they certainly out-Metallica Metallica (that's Metallica circa Master of Puppets. Nowadays Metallica is such a characature of itself that it's not so hard to steal their mojo). Anyway, don't have anythin' interestin' to relay. None of my boys cut their thumbs off at work, no smochin' tales of late, and school is still all pythagorus and persuasive speeches. My Aunt donated her kidney to some lady yesterday; that was pretty cool. That's another reason for me to get back into shape, so's I can do something like that. I can't have me family savin' the world more than I!
-J

I saw that lady at the bar last night, the one that was so pissed off at me because...? I reckon she's not angry now 'cause she comes up and gives me a big ol' hug and starts t'flirt. I was very nice to her, but I did not flirt back. I'm finally out from under the watchful eye of one mood swingy crazy lady and I don't wanna get the attentions of another'n'. I bet she was just in a bad mood or somethin' the other night when she was a goddamn bitch to me, but I really am not puttin' up with any of that stuff right now (perhaps once summer arrives and I don't have as much to do, I'll think about it). On a better note, I had an awesome time with that artist girlie on Saturday. Plus, she's older than I; I really like older women. All my friends are in their mid-thirties to early-forties so I guess I have more in common with some thirty-two year old than with someone my own age. And who the fuck made it so cold the last coupl'a days? I'll never understand the weather here as long as I live. I picture Gary Lezak checkin' the doppler (or whatever meteorologists do) and throwin' his hands up in frustration.
-J

So some cat releived himself of the burdens of an opposable thumb today. Thankfully it didn't happen on my shift. I would be a wreck if one of my boys did that. I know it's really only a matter of time 'fore someone I supervise opens his'self up but I'd sure like t'keep that shit to a minimum. I gives a tutorial first thing t'day and me cats all humor me but I sees it in they eyes that they's only payin' me instructions lip service. I couldn't stress the importance of givin' th'table saw its due respect, 'cause it'll get its respect one way o' th'other. Other than that, I had a good day at school, what with the aceing of tests and the actually showing up fo' me mornin' class. I'm really lookin' forward to transferin' to UMKC and gettin' some higher learnin'.
-J

Any o' y'all heathens hang out at the Point on Monday night? Me brother said he saw some suicide girl down there, just wonderin' who it was. I went there after I finished my nocturnal installation of Surrell solid surface eye-wash stations on said evening. It was as if Rico stole me high school c.d. collection and was spinnin' them. It was good to hear all that Depeche Mode and Love and Rockets and such that I don't seem to put in as much any more.

I seem to have a knack for pissin' off the women-folk by bein' straight-forward with 'em. I has a romantic interlude with this girl I've flirted with on and off. Nothin' had ever happened before said innocent flirtation. So's I ends up in her bed after a night of flirtin' at my friend's birthday extravaganza last weekend. We disrobe and fool around for a bit, but I tells her I don't thnk we should have sex so fast and lets wait and hang out a few times. She agrees and says she's relieved. Then I sees her this weekend at me brother's birthday goings ons and she won't talk to me. It's not like she's playin' hard to get; she is visibly pissed off at me. I tells you, this is exactly what I need after my dealin's with that nutty redhead. I think I'll be datin' my algebra text for awhile and leave women-folk to they own devices. I seem to gets more satifaction from radicands and indices anyways.
-J

So Jill said something that sparked my inner spokesman. Habitat for Humanity is a pretty damn fun organization to volunteer for. You gets to work outside and build some stuff. It's not a handout either (for all you fuckhead conservatives going "why don't those lowlifes just get a job?"); the family for whom you are building the house must work on said abode and pay back a very reasonable loan (the loan is used to procure the land, not for profit). So if'n any o' youse lazy bastards cares to get of yer lazy hump for once and do something worthwhile (for once) then call (816)924-1096 and ask for Dana. They're not exactly secular (but not exactly denominational either), yet I figure if they'll accept me, then they'll take any heathen (as it were).
-J

Awright. So I haven't been a sauce-induced-fuckhead in quite some time; I guess that's why I, in the throes of enibriation, decided to let the demon out on Saturday. The evening began innocently enough with wine and beers and stories in my cramped yard in front of my studio. Then someone brought the goldschlager. I've told myself I won't do shots anymore but I guess I thought "fuck it. It's me studio-warming party." Later on everyone left when I began punching out several windows in my place. I wasn't angry, I just thought it would be a funny thing to do. Turns out no one else got the joke; including my sober self the next morning. Thankfully, a friend was there to bandage up me thumb (which by all rights should have one or two stiches in it but guess who opted out of health insurance? You can bet I'll be re-thinking said judgement next month when I'm eligable for enrollment again); she was great (she even shared me bed with me, brave girl. Unfortunately, we was too drunk to fool around too much, just some snuggling). Anyway, if'n y'all meet me out anywhere, do me a favor and don't offer to buy me a shot. Thanks.
-J

Good fer them KCSG's, yeah? Makes me want to re-visit The Tron (I haven't been there since the last grease-o-rama thingy). Can't bitch too much today. It seems no matter how much I try to derail my GPA, things just work to my advantage. Either the professor takes pity on me (I don't know why he would, I told him I just didn't feel like coming to class last week) or everybody else fucks up they speech way worse than I and I look like a pro. Anyway, I know this can't last so I snuck up to the office tonight for a date with some absolute value inequalities with multiple variables and left the fellas to fend for themselves on the shop floor (that is, until I heard a ruckus and had to go ride their asses for squirting each other in the ass with denatured eythanhol when they should have been fabricating. I swear sometimes I have a crew full of chimps; they are one step away from throwing their shit at each other). Oh well. I suppose those're enough parenthetical asides for evening, yes?
-J

Ah...I forget every week how cool it is to work four tens and have Friday off. I should've done homework today but I cleaned my studio instead and made a wicked pepper salad and some green salsa. Delicious. Made out with a girl last night at an after party (these are the only parties I can attend during the week since I work nights). Made plans to see her tonight. I'm a little wary of chicks right now after the last one went psycho on me. I mean to take it slow with these girls but there ain't nothin' wrong with smoochin' right? There was this latino dude tryin' to hard sell me some coke last night. "yayo?" "No gracias" But he would not give up. "maybe your friends?" "I don't know. I guess you'll have toask them." "Buy some for your friends, man" "Seriously. Leave me the fuck alone." Funny stuff. I s'pose I should go launder my unmentionables