I can't stop listening to the song, "This Modern Love" by Bloc Party. It was on Daewon Song's part in the DVS skate video, "Skate More" and I downloaded it after humming it to myself for a while. Fucking great song. I don't know about anything else Bloc Party-related, but I really, really like this song...
The other day, as I was smoking a cigarette on the front porch, I looked over to the trash cans and, this little guy had somehow climbed into a plastic kitty litter bucket and couldn't get out. I sat there watching it trying to climb up the sides of the bucket, only to slide back down the sides time and time again. After a while, I got the idea to stop standing there watching like an idiot, and take some pics...
At first, I thought it would be kind of cool to keep it as a pet, but then I decided, "nah" and reached in to pick him up and let him go... Upon which, it jumped onto my arm and climbed up to my shoulder, sitting there for the better part of five minutes... I didn't know if it was just going to chill there, or if it was going to bite me in the neck or ear, so I tried to grab it after a little bit. Eventually, it just jumped to the ground and ran away, but not before I got another pic...
Then I finished my cigarette and went to get ready for work. The rest of that day was pretty boring and not really worth mentioning. I'm sure I could muster up some bitching and moaning about work and having to deal with the public, but who really cares...
Yesterday, I went to my parents' house because, since my car is a piece of shit and isn't working at the moment, I've been driving my mother's car... Which isn't too bad actually, being that hers is much nicer than mine... I chilled there for a while, doing nothing in particular. My mother kept trying to make me eat something...
"Would you like something to eat?"
"No, not really..."
"How about some of this? These are pretty good..."
"Mom, I don't eat meat. I'm not trying to be rude or put you out or anything, but the more you bug me and try to force me to eat this, the ruder and more hateful you're going to end up making me..."
"It only has chicken in it... Chicken's not going to kill you..."
"Sigh... Fucking christ."
I played with my nieces for a bit. They're cute. They found my sis's perfume and were spraying it all over the living room, so I ended up smelling like a cutesy little girl for the better part of the evening...
Hmm... Went with my brother in law to go pick up and cash his paycheck, after which we went to my work to get some coffee and stuff. We talked about cars, skateboarding, and music for a bit. Nothing earth-shattering, but not particularly boring either. After a while, he left to go to work and that was that.
While at my parents', I decided to watch the movie "Millions" for no good reason. It was just something that looked interesting when it first came out and I hadn't yet seen it. It turned out to be pretty all right. In the middle of watching it, my sis's friends stopped by, "setting up shop" in the room I was in, trying to watch a movie, and started fucking talking and whatnot... Scottish accents are hard enough to understand regularly for me, even more so with a bunch of people talking. I tried not to let it bug me at first, but eventually I snapped and cut everything off to go smoke and do nothing on their front porch. When I went back to finish the film, they were all telling my nieces, "Go tell Uncle Chris that he's being no fun...". "Oh you know I'm loud." "There's babies in here." I can do without excuses. I honestly could care less. Maybe I truly am anti-social. Most people probably would have been like, "Fuck it, it's a movie. I can watch it later...", and jump into conversation... Not me. I don't see the point in mindless chit-chat. Every once in a while it's cool. All the time though, makes me want to vomit. I don't give a fuck. I just like to watch movies and not to be bothered until credits start rolling.
(Unless alcohol or some other intoxicants are involved. Being fucked-up changes the rules completely...)
This is the kind of shit that makes me look like some curmudgeonly miserable fucker. Ah well. Who cares.
Cigarette time. Goldfish crackers are yummy. Off to get ready for work. Talk to/at you all later... Hope all is well for you.
-Chris-
The other day, as I was smoking a cigarette on the front porch, I looked over to the trash cans and, this little guy had somehow climbed into a plastic kitty litter bucket and couldn't get out. I sat there watching it trying to climb up the sides of the bucket, only to slide back down the sides time and time again. After a while, I got the idea to stop standing there watching like an idiot, and take some pics...
At first, I thought it would be kind of cool to keep it as a pet, but then I decided, "nah" and reached in to pick him up and let him go... Upon which, it jumped onto my arm and climbed up to my shoulder, sitting there for the better part of five minutes... I didn't know if it was just going to chill there, or if it was going to bite me in the neck or ear, so I tried to grab it after a little bit. Eventually, it just jumped to the ground and ran away, but not before I got another pic...
Then I finished my cigarette and went to get ready for work. The rest of that day was pretty boring and not really worth mentioning. I'm sure I could muster up some bitching and moaning about work and having to deal with the public, but who really cares...
Yesterday, I went to my parents' house because, since my car is a piece of shit and isn't working at the moment, I've been driving my mother's car... Which isn't too bad actually, being that hers is much nicer than mine... I chilled there for a while, doing nothing in particular. My mother kept trying to make me eat something...
"Would you like something to eat?"
"No, not really..."
"How about some of this? These are pretty good..."
"Mom, I don't eat meat. I'm not trying to be rude or put you out or anything, but the more you bug me and try to force me to eat this, the ruder and more hateful you're going to end up making me..."
"It only has chicken in it... Chicken's not going to kill you..."
"Sigh... Fucking christ."
I played with my nieces for a bit. They're cute. They found my sis's perfume and were spraying it all over the living room, so I ended up smelling like a cutesy little girl for the better part of the evening...
Hmm... Went with my brother in law to go pick up and cash his paycheck, after which we went to my work to get some coffee and stuff. We talked about cars, skateboarding, and music for a bit. Nothing earth-shattering, but not particularly boring either. After a while, he left to go to work and that was that.
While at my parents', I decided to watch the movie "Millions" for no good reason. It was just something that looked interesting when it first came out and I hadn't yet seen it. It turned out to be pretty all right. In the middle of watching it, my sis's friends stopped by, "setting up shop" in the room I was in, trying to watch a movie, and started fucking talking and whatnot... Scottish accents are hard enough to understand regularly for me, even more so with a bunch of people talking. I tried not to let it bug me at first, but eventually I snapped and cut everything off to go smoke and do nothing on their front porch. When I went back to finish the film, they were all telling my nieces, "Go tell Uncle Chris that he's being no fun...". "Oh you know I'm loud." "There's babies in here." I can do without excuses. I honestly could care less. Maybe I truly am anti-social. Most people probably would have been like, "Fuck it, it's a movie. I can watch it later...", and jump into conversation... Not me. I don't see the point in mindless chit-chat. Every once in a while it's cool. All the time though, makes me want to vomit. I don't give a fuck. I just like to watch movies and not to be bothered until credits start rolling.
(Unless alcohol or some other intoxicants are involved. Being fucked-up changes the rules completely...)
This is the kind of shit that makes me look like some curmudgeonly miserable fucker. Ah well. Who cares.
Cigarette time. Goldfish crackers are yummy. Off to get ready for work. Talk to/at you all later... Hope all is well for you.
-Chris-
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My sister used to do it all the bloody time when we lived together and it never ceased to really piss me off. Gah!
The gekko was so cute and little!!!
xxB/L
I hate that too. If I'm watching a movie, LEAVE ME ALONE & SHUT UP!! It's a huge peeve of mine.