Suck ass day today at work...well besides the weather. That was really great. Came home to an empty household for the second night in a row (roommate w/whore for the last two days. Staying at her parents house. Gag 
). Grabbed some cd's and went into the garage for five hours tonight. Was really fun to be by myself and able to concentrate on what I was doing. Felt good actually. What might I be doing in a garage for the last five hours? Disassembling, cleaning, priming, painting and then reassembling a engine for the Mustang in the garage. You ask who's 1989 Mustang is Gersguy building and installing a engine for? Certainly not his because his taste in cars are much deeper. His roommate of course. Where was his roommate.......with the whore. Doesn't bother me working on this engine by myself at all because I get things done. I don't have anyone questioning why I am doing something that I've done a hundred times before. I do know that they are just trying to learn, but then again how did I learn? By watching and doing it. Not really by asking questions and not doing. When I was a kid I was the "light holder" for my father. I watched and held the light so he could see and work. Gradually I started doing things on my own and made a few mistakes, but for the most part did ok. Just took my time that's all. Sorry for sounding like a total bastard here, but this is what a journal of this nature is for sometimes right? Most of the stuff that I do for my friends to their cars are stuff that would have cost them a fortune. I don't mind though because I enjoy it. The first time that I get angry fixing a car is the last time I do it. Then I go on the road with my guitar. Yeah right! As you can see with this journal entry I am not using paragraphs just because I am rambling. Also there are a few sentences with very poor structure, but then again who cares? Another weird thing happened tonight. Since I have lived here there has been four sets of people that I have moved in next door. For some reason people that are from the burbs just don't like to stay very long in really old houses. The newest set moved in about three weeks ago. For the sake of concealing their identity they are called Richard and Peter. Yes they are openly gay. That however doesn't bother me one bit because I like diversity in people. What does bother me about Richard and Peter is that they picked tonight to do some weird sexual act in the back yard. Here is how it went down:
-Walked out of my garage
-Stretched
-Looked around and saw movement in the neighbors backyard
-Noticed it was two people
-Then noticed that one person had their pants around the ankles
-When they heard me walk towards the house there was some hustle and bustle
Now should I be exposed to that? NO! I don't go near the window when female guests are over and we are having an "experience".
Side Note: I really don't want to make myself sound like a man whore because I am not. It seems that I tend to be picky about woman that I date. Don't think that I am some kind of weird, lonely, sex crazed freak like many of the men who comment freaky shit in poor women's journals on here. Ok? Ok.
So what I was witnessing was something I have never seen before and never ever want to see again. Because.....these dudes are old. Yuck. Don't care if they put tennis ball tubes up their ass and then pop the balls out one by one. Just PLEASE don't let me see it. It is just a neighborly thing to not let your neighbors see that kind of stuff. Don't care if they embrace each other because that is what normal people who are in love do, but just keep at a level while your neighbors are around.
Back to paragraphs already you say. Just can't stay away.
Leave you all with one of my favorites Liz Phairs wise words:
Take the train on up to the zoo
Don't look back on what you've been through
Cause everyone's got a Monday
Have a great weekend and a better Monday.
). Grabbed some cd's and went into the garage for five hours tonight. Was really fun to be by myself and able to concentrate on what I was doing. Felt good actually. What might I be doing in a garage for the last five hours? Disassembling, cleaning, priming, painting and then reassembling a engine for the Mustang in the garage. You ask who's 1989 Mustang is Gersguy building and installing a engine for? Certainly not his because his taste in cars are much deeper. His roommate of course. Where was his roommate.......with the whore. Doesn't bother me working on this engine by myself at all because I get things done. I don't have anyone questioning why I am doing something that I've done a hundred times before. I do know that they are just trying to learn, but then again how did I learn? By watching and doing it. Not really by asking questions and not doing. When I was a kid I was the "light holder" for my father. I watched and held the light so he could see and work. Gradually I started doing things on my own and made a few mistakes, but for the most part did ok. Just took my time that's all. Sorry for sounding like a total bastard here, but this is what a journal of this nature is for sometimes right? Most of the stuff that I do for my friends to their cars are stuff that would have cost them a fortune. I don't mind though because I enjoy it. The first time that I get angry fixing a car is the last time I do it. Then I go on the road with my guitar. Yeah right! As you can see with this journal entry I am not using paragraphs just because I am rambling. Also there are a few sentences with very poor structure, but then again who cares? Another weird thing happened tonight. Since I have lived here there has been four sets of people that I have moved in next door. For some reason people that are from the burbs just don't like to stay very long in really old houses. The newest set moved in about three weeks ago. For the sake of concealing their identity they are called Richard and Peter. Yes they are openly gay. That however doesn't bother me one bit because I like diversity in people. What does bother me about Richard and Peter is that they picked tonight to do some weird sexual act in the back yard. Here is how it went down:
-Walked out of my garage
-Stretched
-Looked around and saw movement in the neighbors backyard
-Noticed it was two people
-Then noticed that one person had their pants around the ankles
-When they heard me walk towards the house there was some hustle and bustle
Now should I be exposed to that? NO! I don't go near the window when female guests are over and we are having an "experience".
Side Note: I really don't want to make myself sound like a man whore because I am not. It seems that I tend to be picky about woman that I date. Don't think that I am some kind of weird, lonely, sex crazed freak like many of the men who comment freaky shit in poor women's journals on here. Ok? Ok.
So what I was witnessing was something I have never seen before and never ever want to see again. Because.....these dudes are old. Yuck. Don't care if they put tennis ball tubes up their ass and then pop the balls out one by one. Just PLEASE don't let me see it. It is just a neighborly thing to not let your neighbors see that kind of stuff. Don't care if they embrace each other because that is what normal people who are in love do, but just keep at a level while your neighbors are around.
Back to paragraphs already you say. Just can't stay away.
Leave you all with one of my favorites Liz Phairs wise words:
Take the train on up to the zoo
Don't look back on what you've been through
Cause everyone's got a Monday
Have a great weekend and a better Monday.
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Iv'e seen your comments around and I've got to reinforce to you how nice it is to have someone with perspective posting. Hope your'e having a good weekend.