Well well,
I'm back again, for a not so exciting(again) journal update,
And here we go...
I got a letter from the city on Saturday, stating that my address will change by one number-one fucking number man...something about 'City Planning' or some fucking shit...
I guess I wouldn't normally mind so much, but I finally got a new fucking driver's liscence, and just reordered fucking checks two days previous to getting the fucking notice from the fucking city, and now...(ha ha), all my fucking info on both my liscence and checks is fucking wrong
Fucking god damn city fuckfaces...
Oh well, I guess I can just deal with it and stop fucking complaining so god damn much. Or, I could continue to swear in some irrational rant...fuck shit assfuck shit fuckers...
Ok, it's out of my system.
This past weekend, I spent my entire Saturday damn near, painting a sign for a parade. The cost of such a service: Jack Fucking Shit...as, it was volunteered to me by another coworker whom I did work for a few years back. Though, I guess I don't mind. The sign was for the 'Red Hat Society', which I understand is an organization of older women who have a social club of sorts. I don't think the organization generates to much money, so I guess I don't mind volunteering some of my time for them.
But, if you would have asked me on Saturday, as I paint in the fucking sweltering garage, I would have cursed repeatedly at you...
The cool thing was, I opened the garage doors to let the air flow through and cool things off...and the squirrels came for a visit. The squirrels in our neighborhood are so brave, that they don't seem to mind anything. So as I lay on the ground, painting one of the numerous letters-up comes not one, or two squirrels, but 5 squirrels to see what the hell I'm doing. I mean, they're like 2 feet from my face as I lie there...and they start making some weird ass noise, and run off. It amused me, as stupid as the story may sound...
And I drew this as a possible tattoo design for my next tattoo:
Though I'm not sure where to place it, if I had it done at all. I'm not sure why I like the Joker so much, but he's one of my favorite villians for whatever reason.
Other than that, I didn't do much of anythign this weekend...I went to a birthday party for a friend's one year old-which was fun-but it was outside, and unbearably humid a gross for the whole thing. And for the most part, everyone was crabby and moody(including myself).
Ok, enough for now, I'm out....
I'm back again, for a not so exciting(again) journal update,
And here we go...
I got a letter from the city on Saturday, stating that my address will change by one number-one fucking number man...something about 'City Planning' or some fucking shit...
I guess I wouldn't normally mind so much, but I finally got a new fucking driver's liscence, and just reordered fucking checks two days previous to getting the fucking notice from the fucking city, and now...(ha ha), all my fucking info on both my liscence and checks is fucking wrong
Fucking god damn city fuckfaces...
Oh well, I guess I can just deal with it and stop fucking complaining so god damn much. Or, I could continue to swear in some irrational rant...fuck shit assfuck shit fuckers...
Ok, it's out of my system.
This past weekend, I spent my entire Saturday damn near, painting a sign for a parade. The cost of such a service: Jack Fucking Shit...as, it was volunteered to me by another coworker whom I did work for a few years back. Though, I guess I don't mind. The sign was for the 'Red Hat Society', which I understand is an organization of older women who have a social club of sorts. I don't think the organization generates to much money, so I guess I don't mind volunteering some of my time for them.
But, if you would have asked me on Saturday, as I paint in the fucking sweltering garage, I would have cursed repeatedly at you...
The cool thing was, I opened the garage doors to let the air flow through and cool things off...and the squirrels came for a visit. The squirrels in our neighborhood are so brave, that they don't seem to mind anything. So as I lay on the ground, painting one of the numerous letters-up comes not one, or two squirrels, but 5 squirrels to see what the hell I'm doing. I mean, they're like 2 feet from my face as I lie there...and they start making some weird ass noise, and run off. It amused me, as stupid as the story may sound...
And I drew this as a possible tattoo design for my next tattoo:
Though I'm not sure where to place it, if I had it done at all. I'm not sure why I like the Joker so much, but he's one of my favorite villians for whatever reason.
Other than that, I didn't do much of anythign this weekend...I went to a birthday party for a friend's one year old-which was fun-but it was outside, and unbearably humid a gross for the whole thing. And for the most part, everyone was crabby and moody(including myself).
Ok, enough for now, I'm out....
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and i HATE when they change house numbers, it's such a hassle to change your address all over the place. happened to my parents a few years ago.