Oh, No...Need Your Help

here we go...
playing devil's advocate...

because i'm too stubborn (and always right) to back down from things...

alright, i'm gonna propose a question to you, state some arguments, and i need for you the reader to make a fair assessment of the situation....do you think you can handle the task at hand?

so this is a response to some comments from my last blog "To My RoommateS, Plural", which was received pretty well from those that were targeted....all agreeing with my rationale EXCEPT on the case of the oven cooking, which we will call, "The Case of the Corndog"

now my argument as presented before was plain and simple...for what reasoning would someone go to the extreme of pre-heating an oven at 350 for twenty minutes (or longer depending on how long it takes between the timer going off and the food going in) and then cooking a single, sometimes two, corndogs for an additional twenty minutes...the total time of the oven being on ranging from 45-60 minutes....

the argument goes further into detail now....in my opinion, the cooking of such a small item in the oven is careless and completely absurd, and therefore any consequential resulting factors are also careless, absurd, and irresponsible..so i digress.....with the pre-heating and cooking of, say one corndog, you have a temperature change in the apartment...you have less item in the oven to absorb the heat, thus it dissipates into the kitchen and surrounding rooms, triggering the a/c to kick on, and making the power bill raise even more....

now the argument at hand here is, does the amount, size, quantity of people served matter....is in fact, a meal a meal....should one corndog not be allowed to be cooked in the oven when it is feeding one person, but one pizza for one person be allowed to be cooked in the oven....that i believe is a simple argument....with a pizza you are only given one option, oven...with a corndog you are given several options...hell, look at tv dinners, mini pizzas, bagel bites, potatoes, etc...they all give you a plethora of choices ranging from the microwave to a conventional oven....but a standard pizza can only go in the oven....believe me, if i could cook my pizza in the microwave i more than likely would...i cook everything else in there...

but also with a pizza, i more than likely am not just feeding myself..but in the event that the pizza is just for me, i guarantee i have slices leftover....and you know how i go about cooking those pieces when i want them later (if i don't want cold pizza), i put them into the microwave...why would i reheat them in the oven, that would just be absurd!

and then the other argument that gets thrown out, because just like a drowning gasps for one more breath of air this defeated argument just won't die...is the resentment for having lights on in the house...now here's the backstory...as the outside turns to darkness, i'll turn on the light above the stove - it's an open kitchen centrally located in the apartment, providing ample light from the entryway to all the way down the hall on the opposite end. in them morning, once the sun is shining on in the light gets turned off...is this not a common thing? i think in all the houses i have ever been in, stayed at, there has always been one light on in the house, typically the stove light, for whatever reason..

i beleive it to be a theft deterrent, acting as a sense of security as well....i mean, who wants to walk into their house with no lights on inside or on the front porch...it's an unsettling feeling as you enter because who knows what lingers in the darkness..anyone creeping inside has the advantage on you because they are well clad from the invicabling lack of light....also, if i were to wake up in the middle of the night and start to meander through my apartment, i don't want to walk into a wall, stub my toe, or trip over the guy stealing my tv....

now, here's the kicker...gary recently purchased an energy efficient light bulb to replace the original oven light, which is saving a lot of money, said so from the packaging...but, just to make sure i did some research on the cost of running an electric oven at 350 degrees for an hour versus running the 40watt energy efficient light bulb for twelve hours...the results aren't shocking...

the oven at 350 for one hour on average costs $.50 - and that light bulb for 12 hours, $.02 - i'd have to leave the lightbulb on for two entire weeks straight before it would meet the amount that the single corndog caused....and i didn't even add in the kicking on of the a/c or the time the oven was accidentally left on for over seven hours....but that would have never happened with the microwave....oh, how much does it cost to run a microwave, $.01 per five minutes....

so, tell me....what's right...now's the time viewers for you to make your decision, text "CORNDOG" to 3524..kidding, i'm not that advanced...leave your comments below....











"it's not a matter of money, it's a matter of ignorance and lack of consideration"

To My RoommateS, Plural

i'm not your mother..
you're not a child..

oh, it's cool..don't worry about it..i'll take care of it....

This may be the first time in history i've ever uttered the words, "i am looking forward to November" - for those of you who know me and my relationship to that month know how extreme this situation may be. and the situation i am talking about is my current living condition. and the reason why i'm actually wishing november to come now is because our lease on this three bedroom hell will be over.

now granted, it isn't nearly as bad as the living arrangements back in the days of 412 - i at least have a room here. but the follies are just about the same - living with a bunch of kids who aren't ready to take on responsibilities yet.

we tried to set up a system to make things work, after things early on started to not do just that. we divided a few chores amoungst ourselves so one person was solely responsible for that one task. i am responsible for doing the dishes - the dishes that make their way into the sink - buying the necessary products to wash with, etc. i clean and put away. Gary is in charge of the trash, taking it out and buying the bags. And Phil, well..i guess he's only in charge of buying the milk now.

as i said, i am in charge of dishes...HOWEVER, that does not mean i am in charge of cleaning the entire kitchen, or cleaning up after the messes others make after cooking. Now i will say that when i run the dishwasher i will try to take the damp washcloth and run it over certain areas of the countertop and such...but i will not be accountable for the splatter of food from their attempts at cooking. on two occasions i have cleaned the kitchen from top to bottom - gone unnoticed mind you..those two occasions are also two more than anyone else has ever done.

the last time i cleaned i striped the stove top of the drip pan thingies...i soaked them, ran them through the dishwasher, then scrubbed them afterwards...taking off 95% of the crap that was on there..also cleaning underneath those in hopes that the house would stop smoking every time we turn on the stove or oven...i inform my roommates by showing them how clean the pans are now, wishing they would give recognition later when they cook, they could tell if they spilled something...well, i guess that was foolish of me...

so phil cooks something, makes a mess, naturally, on the stove top and in the drip pan....but not only does he not clean it after he cooks...not only does he not clean it after i remove the coils from the stovetop to bring notice to the problem, but he has the audacity to say to my face 'oh did i make that mess...yeah i was drunk when i cooked..' and still not clean it...

do these idiots not realize how A) foolish they sound, and 2) how childish they act?! I'm sorry your mother or maid or whomever cleaned up after you as a child no longer lives with you..i'm sorry you were given no responsibilities and not held accountable for chores growing up..but you're on your fucking own now...seriously, man up.

and then there has been the problem with the trash...gary, as stated before, is nothing more than a child - there's no hiding it. the trash will constantly fill, over fill, and sit there....eventually gary will pull the bag out of the trash and sit it next to the can but not reline the trash can itself, saying 'oh it's not full' then it will sit there, garbage now being thrown in the bagless trashcan, on the bag on the ground, and all around the ground....maybe then the trashbag will move over to the front door...where it will sit for another couple days....by then, another trashbag is about full..and the process starts all over again...

and as for the milk thing...well, it was originally milk and eggs...and phil thought he had the better end of the chore detail...but then down the road it magically changed to just milk as the phrase, "we never talked about or agreed on any of this" was uttered....really? so gary's been getting heat for the trash for no reason because it's technically not been his responsibility because we never technically talked about it? come on....

and then there's the issue of the power bill - i really don't want to mention the headache they had me going through but i will some other time, this is what the blog is for, right? anyways, my real gripe about the power is everybody else's hypocritical gripes about the power bill...Mr Go Green Gary wants to save the planet, goes out shopping and doesn't get plastic bags, buys energy efficient shit, things i could give two shits about...but the killer is, when he's home - and even sometimes when he isn't - every light in the house is on...the classic move is for him to be in the shower, listening to the radio, while the kitchen lights are on, the TV is on, and his room lights are on..this happens all the time..mostly without the shower part..he'll come home and turn everything on..it's absolutely ridiculous...

but the best is what phil does...he's concerned about the power we use and how much we spend, yet, YET he'll be the one to, every day, preheat the oven for 15 minutes, and cook 1 to 2 corndogs for another 15 minutes.....i don't want to repeat myself, so just read the absurdity again.....you read it correctly...not a whole pizza, not a whole box of corndogs, but 1-2...and like i said, it's almost every day...something so small and simple as corndogs that can easily be cooked in the microwave taking 1-2 minutes, sucks away at our power bill for no real reason...i'm sorry but corndogs aren't gourmet cooking, so just use that microwave for reals-or better yet, two words...toaster oven.

and i know we all have our quirks, i'm only hitting on their refusal to clean and maintain a livable environment...i know i'm not perfect, my big problem is i like the apartment to be clean, to be organized, to not be a shithole, to be guest-ready at any given moment...i want people to be responsible for themselves, i want people to care in essence..and that's my problem, i always care too much....

and as i finish this up i am sure to get the, "well why didn't you ever approach them/me/us" from someone..but you know what...again, it's not my fucking job to remind you to be responsible people...it's not my fucking job to clean up after you...it's not my fucking job to raise you...to not be so ignorant...to not to want to live in filth...to not use thirty cups a week instead of reusing them....to be respectful of others...it's not my fucking job, period.

see you in november...new place....










"i'm nobody's father...and i'm for damn sure i'm nobody's bro either.."

E-arth Day?

who actually cares?
google?

so on the one day i'm supposed to hug a tree or whatever i did the exact opposite.

i suppose the opposite would be to yell at a tree, and i haven't done that yet..maybe the opposite is to ignore a tree..and i know i've done that...just walked on by like it didn't even exist, that'll get back at her for cheating on me while we were 'on a break', yeah, i bet i just ruined her day!

whoa, anyways...today was earth day or some shit and frankly, i think you can tell, but i could give two less shits about it...i try to do my part on my own, i don't use plastic bags, i used to bike and walk to work - hell i still park far away and walk..but this being forced to give a damn, no...this is how ignorance happens...you start force feeding your fucking causes down my throat and i'll go 180 on you...awareness my ass, you're just trying to make other's lives as horrible by making them succumb to your pathetic and tolerate you...jew, gays, blacks, i've had enough...

so seriously, earth day...it was somewhere in the afternoon and our class was on our hour lunch break so we headed on over to the mall's food court - what are we like twelve - not my idea...and who's ever idea it was should have been punched in the face..the firefighters convention is in town - and as much as they would like to be called the FDIC, i'm sorry, that has already been taken, try again - along with some schools deciding it would be an amazing idea to take a field trip..to down town? don't ask me what the fuck is beneficial or mentally stimulating about indy...there's no architecture worth noting, not a lot of original things remain...it's just a fucking shithole..the chicago fire should have happened here, and now!

anyways, food court...the place is packed, the lines are long..there goes our break for sure..so we all decided to stay together and we get in line for Chinese...one person makes a mention "well, we know if there's a fire we're safe" - are you fucking kidding me, i'm sure these marshalls are about to have a heart attack for the overpopulation of people in this one area...should there be a fire we would all get trampled to death..and you better believe i'm pushing you first bitch.

so as we are getting our food, to-go now, the lady asks if we want a plastic bag - as if our Styrofoam containers weren't bad enough..well, that same bitch who made the comment about the fire says yes. I am in an uproar now..."What?! are you kidding me, it's earth day and you're getting a plastic bag...what the fuck do you need it for?!" - "Well, i may have to carry it back to class" - "and are your arms fucking broke or something..how does the bag assist in the carrying of one lightweight box?" - "*no reply*

so my turn comes up - "you want bag?" - "me, oh, yes please..yes, i would love a plastic bag..in fact double bag it..i may have to carry it" said as i throw my straw wrapper to the ground...yeah, that's right....take that mother nature....i hate my real mother so you're no different!!!

but i'll let you know, it was a really nice day today...the walk back to my car (that mile) was enjoyable..and back at home i went out onto the patio with my lappy and enjoyed the sunlight while i made this blog....awwwwww

i hope everyone catches the sarcasm in this post..if not, i come off as some sort of asshole, and i really just want to come off as a clearly distinguished asshole..not any sort...









"Go green?! i look horrible in green, choose another color please"

Tired of Tires

Treading on nothing..
...it's kind of a trend..

tuesdays are supposed to be my good days, what happened?

it's a little after five o'clock and my training seminar downtown has just let out...the three ladies who are training with me have already bolted for the door, but i am slow to leave - the trainer had a ghost story to tell me, and you all know how i definitely have time for ghost stories. So after the anti-climatic story i headed on out to the streets of downtown...there's a slight sprinkle of rain coming down so i pop up my hood..there's also a chill in the air as the temperature has dropped to the lower forty's, making the rain, though slight, even worse...

but there's tomorrow to look forward to i think to myself as i scurry the sidewalk along my mile long hike to where i parked my car...the temperature is supposed to get in the 80's by friday so this is here to make us appreciate what's to come....ahhh, who am i kidding...even with the sweet, the sour will always be hated.

i finally make it to my car - i consider this my cardio for the day - and i notice my front passenger tire is low, cooooooool. Well the thing with that is yes it is low, yes i made a comment to myself on the drive to work today that it was going to need air again, but i just filled it up with air a couple of days ago....and the thing about that is...it didn't start this problem of loosing air until i checked and filled my tires when i got gas two weeks ago...and it wasn't really low then...maybe down by a couple pounds....but ever since that air filling it's been leaking like a sieve...

i gave it a peek to see how low it was...it wasn't looking good at all...so i walked around my car and opened the backdoor, and then stood there, peering in...where's my air pump? No seriously, where's my- and then in some dramatic fashion my minds clears and the camera shot raises up from me looking down aerial view, flies south across the city, pauses at our apartment complex, duh, closer in on our apartment building, duh, zooms in on our apartment, duh, then the patio closer still, duh, and then freeze frame on the airpump as it sits next to gary's bike on the patio DUH DUH!

oh, and cue the rain to start pouring down at this point..

"Ahhhh, fuck my life..well", i said trying to salvage the moment, "let's see if she can make me to the nearest gas station" - the nearest gas station that may, MAY have an airpump is another mile down the road, and of course i am willing to risk it, when else is there for me to do...well, good thing i wasn't playing russian roulette, that's all i'll say...

i get out of the parking lot and it's not even to the corner i can hear thump thump thump thump...and no, i was not carpooling with a fucking rabbit...the car, lucille, is handling horribly so i know it's all over...i pull over at the nearest, an only spot i can, another parking lot...i coast into a spot and throw it in park. 'Gee i don't remember it being that low' as i turn the corner of my car to see smoke coming from all around what used to be a tire..and rim...

now, problem...if you all remember my plight of tire problems from December of last year, you'll remember i no longer have a spare....and for those of you just joining us, i blew my spare only moments after putting it on and getting back on the road back in mid-december..

so what to do...well, let's take the wheel off, i still have high hopes, hopes that i can still inflate the tire and put it back on, just checking it every day...i don't see any rips or holes..yet..so i'm good.....i try to hold an umbrella and jack up the car at the same time...kinda hard..the car goes up, wheel comes off......looks like we are on plan C...oh, we didn't have a Plan C..because we weren't planning on the inner-side of the wheel to be shredded like wheat, coool...

Gary was actually texting me while i was attempting to remove the tire, he tells me he is downtown working and to use his car to get my tire fixed, or a new one, or something....the time is a little after 6..which means a lot of places are gonna be closed by now...but i make my mark back towards downtown using the handy-dandy iphone to locate and call tire places...

i reach the car and drive it back down to my car to pick up the tire...but where to go..i still haven't found an open tire place, well one that didn't have the cheapest, new tire for under $140...ughhhh, i remember a time when i first owned lucille i couldn't spend under $200 a tire on her...imagine trying to by a set of tires and it costing you a grand...on a retail salary..that..that's like one week of working straight...that's horrible...but back then i was 19 and a workhorse and i could do it...now it would take me half the time, but i wouldn't want to...

so i sit and make more calls, not knowing in which direction to head off to because who knows what will happen...but 7pm is approaching, and anything that wasn't closed before will be shortly soon...

i get ahold of a place, they have a new tire but suggest their other location for a cheap, used tire...the man gives me the number...and in my overzealous, please dear god state, i write it down wrong...first try no go...second try no go...wait...did he say three zeros..es you see see eee es es, that's the way you spell success...well, at least the number..they carry the new tire, 120, but he's got to check in back for a used one...i'm on hold..this is really my last chance...i don't want to spend 120 on a tire for a car i plan on driving off a cliff in the next month, i don't have time (money) for that...

he comes back and tells me he's got two in stock, i almost pee myself...i ask him for his location, his exact address so i can plug it into my iphone for directions...then i ask him til what time is he open, 7pm...i called it...and the time currently, 654..the location, the southside..the time it would take to get there...13 minutes...i pleaded with him to stay open for me, he obliged if i could make it in ten minutes or so....

i drove that little cavalier as fast as i could...i was familiar with the area, but my iphone directions actually were accurate and came in handy for once..i pulled into the lot at 7:02, don't ask me how i did it, i just did...the man whom i spoke to was really polite and beyond courteous...the whole process took roughly seven minutes and i was out the door, well, not without me giving the guy a tip - hey, i come from a tipped industry, you better believe i'll tip others who do deserve it...

it was funny, as the guy rolled the wheel out to me i dug in my right pocket for some money, as i was doing so the guy of course started to turn it down..i pulled out what i thought to be the bill i put in there earlier, but it was not..it was just a single -"oh no, that's not right...that's not enough" and i started to jumble through my other pockets to find the correct bill - to which he was very pleased with...

so back to my car, taking my time on this drive - but you think the journey is over...ohh no, not quite yet...things can't go that smoothly...just as in movies and video games...the bad guy never dies just once...

so i return to Lucille, whom i left jacked up in the air while i was away, and attempt to put the tire back on...and here we go..here's the final battle.

sooo, another sidenote....my car pulls...i was told many a moon ago by someone who did my oil change that i needed to get, oh i don't remember, checked out/replaces/something...obviously i care...tie rod?

regardless i know what the problem is i just can't name it...so the deal with the car now is, the tire won't go on the mounts...it's not high enough....so i check the jack and it's almost at it's breaking point...it's as high as it can go...i need something else to raise the suspension/wheel part higher...now normally you wouldn't have to ever do this...but when you got a car like mine...you do...is this healthy, no...could it break off while i'm driving, yes....do i really care...see the first answer...

so i try to think of how to jack the suspension up...gary's car doesn't have a jack, the spare is too small to fit underneath...and i can only hold it for so long..so through some wicked macgyver like brilliance and manipulating i was able to lift up on the rotor and mounts while kicking the tire into place...it actually didn't take me that long...i had too much adrenaline on winning the race from earlier...

so with the tire back on and the lugnuts secured i was on my way home...it was 8pm...three hours later i would return home..what a day...

"i guess it wouldn't be any more poetic to have something bad happen on my day of tues to make me blue"

"Am I Really a Bad Person?"

Really?
No, not me...

but this was the question i was asked, in all seriousness, today by my roommate Gary...

'i..i...i just don't know how to respond to this' i reply to him as i choke on the sip of apple juice i just took. you can't be serious, he can't be serious...he is serious, i can tell by the tone and that cocked-head look on his face...i understand the question, but what i am confused about is why he is asking the question....didn't i just write a blog several weeks ago about all this..i thought everything was cleared up then and there - where i thought he stood, where everyone else thought he stood, and where he actually stands in society...did this not happen?

i was so in shock and utter dismay by the absurdity that was him asking me that i had to walk away, shaking my head the entire time...of course at the time i said i couldn't even justify giving him a serious answer because i already had given one at one point...but apparently i should have....

i honestly don't know why i take the time out of my life, and out of yours - the readers - ranting about the woes and ways of my roommates, but i suppose it makes for good daytime TV. and also i suppose when shit reaches it's boiling point (which if you look is actually a really high temperature) there's nothing left for me to do...i guess it's more therapeutical for me to release on here, then to have it constantly fall on deaf or ignorant ears...

you know, i think what would happen only hours after being asked that question would suffice as a good enough answer to himself, but he probably doesn't even think about what he did...

we leave for Btown , having both a mutual night off wherein we don't have to work til 9pm the next day, a whole 24 hours without work for me, my largest amount of time off i'll have this week. so down to btown we go (oh, i should mention i didn't have any plans for wednesday night because the plans that i had weren't...enticing enough? they didn't wet the panties? all because i couldn't sell a night of chilling, preemptive cas/lax/thurs style..) so as i said, down to the town of B, for an evening of whatever - i was so self-consumed with hanging out with people and having a good time that i didn't feel a sense of regret...until we hit the road.

About half-way down i started getting the cancellation texts - it's my own fault, i mean i did ask right before we got on the road if everything was still on, to which i got replies of yes, or of course...but it's my fault, i let my guard down being overwhelmed by living in the moment. I don't have friends, i know people who can't keep promises...i think all my exes and potential exes would say it's poetic that all my friends have commitment issues....

so fast forward the night..we are at sports...gary is off being gary...trying to hunt down one of his btown girls that is on a date with someone else..so i mingle with some of the co-workers - which is odd for me seeings how i really have yet to make friends with the co-workers down there...i swear i talk more to the mexicans who bring me dishes than anyone else...so i'm talking to this one girl..she reminds me slightly of someone i know..i call out her type, making reference to her being an opera singer...to which she tells me she was ranked 14th in the state of texas...i can read them like a book...

so i'm making intelligent conversation with this girl, when all of a sudden re-enters gary and from there the conversation goes sexual, gee, who saw that coming..and this is why i hate him...he has this alpha dog complex about him...he sees me enjoying myself with someone and now all of a sudden he has to butt in and mark his 'territory'. it's like he's in some wild imaginary race with me to see who can fuck the new person first...of which i am unaware of and should i be aware i would want nothing to do with.

any and every time i start to have any interest in a new person, it doesn't have to be sexual or not, he will be there to try to get his dick in it...i'm afraid to bring any girl of mine over to the apartment when he is home...like when cpydi came for a week - nothing against her - but i was afraid he'd just walk in my room buck naked while she was in there and try to get it on with her..irrational, sadly no...this is what he does...

and it's because of these foolish ways i can't meet new people....he ruins every chance i get at making new acquaintances because he does what he does..i meet them, he pops in, trys to fuck them, we never speak again, or if we do, it's weird and they can't be around me that much because gary has made things awkward....way to go...

so what happens...he brings the girl over to the place we are staying in bloomington...that's right...not her house...not our place in indy...but becky's place - the place we have been guests at while we stay in btown - without her knowledge might i add...i've had it with the both of them by this point so i go to sleep on the couch...only to have them fool around a couple feet away from me on the other couch...coooooooool..i guess it was so bad it kept becky up in her room...i guess it got so bad becky almost came out their to get me and bring me into her room....they finished up around 7ish and she went home..i was awake for that part...

so here we are again, another blog about my 'horrible' roommate....it doesn't matter what i say anymore..it doesn't matter what anyone says..it's just not going to get through..does gary care...does gary have any consideration for other people....better yet, does gary even have a soul...all the answers are the same, and i think we all *coughahem* know....












"he says as some ironic foreshadowing, 'the motel 6 is only $30 a night..' "

Ode To My Beard

shaggy..
..and scruffy

some of the best things happen, when you learn to stop...

*originally made on march 25th*

so i was recently sick, well, still am, but i'm getting better - all that remains at this point is a cough *knocks on wood* As i was saying, sick, right...i was so sick that i missed out on work..as i'm sure you all read i slept from friday night til sunday afternoon - i hadn't been that sick since the sixth grade and i began to worry...i missed work on friday, saturday, sunday, monday, and tuesday..i was off on wednesday so my next day back was thursday at 6am...i made it to work, god only knows why, i spent more on parking than i made at work...

but the real issue other than missing work was during my sickness, i laid in bed and was pretty much dead to the world...so when i went into work on thursday, it had been 6 days since i shaved...i really didn't want to work so maybe the not-shaving was was supposed to be the fork in the microwave (what is supposed to be the analogy there...) well it worked, kinda...i still had to work the breakfast shift but was told they didn't need me for the afternoon shift...

long story over...so that was my first and last shift for the week...the following days would be filled with a trip to Pittsburgh and a wedding...next day back to work, monday morning...the entire time not shaving...honestly i would have lost it in Pitts had cpydi said it looked stupid...but just the opposite..she loved it...

so i kept it, and for the first time in the history of my life i have a beard, well, facial hair to the very least...now this is a complete change for me, and you all know how well republicans do well with change...i held onto the beard as an homage to my sickness...and the month in which i spent four times as much as i made, causing me to spiral back into debt.

but it wasn't just cpydi who liked, or even loved the beard...across the board i've received nothing but compliments..i've been called justin timberlake or even james bond? whatever..i'll take both as compliments because i know how much love from the ladies these guys get...

one major factor is it makes me look older...no longer do i look twelve..instead i look like a teenager with facial hair! so that's a positive for sure

but as i said, this is the first time i've ever rocked the face hair..soooo, i've trying to learn what's good and what's not...at first i was sporting the neck beard...then i was told to trim it up...so i'm slowly learning the ropes...it's a process for sure...

i have only received one complaint from this entire fiasco....an old friend who said she was 'used to the old, clean shavened jangus' - let it be known as this is true, she doesn't like my facial hard yet has dated guys who, 90% of the time have had facial hair...go figs....can't please them all

so how long will this last..good question....like a good woman, i'm bound to get tired of this too...in the meantime, try to catch me while you can and cop a feel











"you know you wanna touch...go ahead...the first one is free"

Get It Together

i try..
and i try..

i think it's best when i don't try

when i have something worthwhile to write about...i don't have the means to write it out....but when i sit here at the computer, all i do is stare...i'm back form laundry...my whites spotty from something in the wash...i sit on the couch and stare...i turn on the MSU/Uconn game for background noise....i figure a change of scenery will help things out.

here i go, checking all the different tabs on my computer screen again...refreshing pages..hoping for updates..i decide to put my laundry away and make my bed...gettting one task complete before starting another, right?

laundry is away, the ruined whites sit in the basket, i'll do another load tomorrow to see if the clothes are officially ruined, or if i can get those spots out...ughh, add that to the list...i return to my spot on the couch and snuggle up with my fresh and clean blanket. the game hits halftime just as my hunger hits my stomache...over to subway for a quick bite to eat

OHHH, as i type this out, i have a story, yes....subway

Taking a Day Off

day bye day..
where are my trumpets?

why is it always nice outside when i just want the day to not exist..

I wake up a little before 1, but continue to lay in bed - in all actuality I woke up somewhere in the 10’s but I already had an agenda for today and had no reason being up that ‘early’...so 1pm rolls up and I start to make my shimmy out of bed. I slide out of bed and plop myself in front of my computer where I begin my day as usual...reading any texts I received during my slumber, checking any facebook notifications, going through the email, the norm...

I have to shit but someone is taking a shower so the door to the bathroom is locked. While I wait I I pick up my phone seeing it is 130 now and make my call into work...i was offered to take the cut last night, but I opted to work instead saying I preferred to take the cut, if available, on Saturday....and after working last night, I should have taken off both nights.

I call work, the reservations stand where they were last night, so the cut is still available, I graciously take it - tonight will be my first day off from work since Wednesday of last week....funny how my bank account doesn’t reflect that.

The person finally exits the bathroom and reveals themselves to be EmEl, Gary’s most consistent flavor of the week. By now the shit has subsided, so I go into the kitchen to reheat some leftover Olive Garden from a couple days ago.

I land on the couch with my microwaved Italian goodness and turn on the TV...i scroll through the menu guide coming up with absolutely nothing..not even background noise to eat...then I remember I have a plethora of Ghost Hunters recorded I have yet to watch...

It’s going to be a chill day I can tell already...

The hour long episode ends and I make my way into the bathroom for now the shit has returned, and it’s also time to shower...get this day going. In the shower I go over my plans for today...next on the agenda is laundry, all my sheets still need to be washed from when I was sick a couple weeks ago. I originally wanted to hit the gym today, legs day, but that’s really the last thing on my mind...once I get some other things straightened out I’ll be ready for the gym.

The final plan for the day is to head down to Bloomington, I’ve got a date with my duck and some photos with the band I’ve come to enjoy. The last time we saw them I found out the keyboardist has some sick fascination with ducks, just like me, and I told them I’d bring him to the concert so we could all take pics with him...

But as I get out of the shower I have some text messages from TTB and Gary..TTB wants me to work tonight and Gary wants to work tonight...i took the cut from one job that I don’t have to work nearly as hard at...i’m not about to work when I already have plans...and now that Gary wants to work I don’t think I have a substitute to go to this concert with..the band is looking forward to seeing us both..and if I just show up, how lame will that be...i’m not going to this thing alone, I’ve done that enough...i don’t even feel like doing anything at this rate

The Laundromat turns out to be a bust, one of my new articles of clothing decided to bleed and ruin all my whites....cooool...i'm going back home...this day, like this blog has been a bust....it's all been a bust...i'll make something interesting...i'm just dusting the fingers...










"hang me out up to dry..you wrung me out too too too many times"

A Break

from you..
not from me...

it may be 2am, but i'm doing this...

i know, i know...i know what you're going to say..."way to keep up with the daily blogging" - well, if that is the case, then i'm happy you've been checking in on me...to be honest, i've got a lot on my plate, figuratively of course, right now all i have on my plate is some leftover pretzel from rock bottom i heated up in the microwave moments ago. but apart from food, there's plenty of crap i am dealing with - maybe my sickness was a pre-emptive nervous breakdown...gearing me up for what i'm facing with now.

my head is doing a spring cleaning of sorts and right now i feel as disorganized as fuck - and for those who know me, know that that ain't good. if my life had any direction whatsoever before, which it really did not, unless you count the standard not knowing what i'm doing thing, then this is a hundred times worse.

i have come to terms with i have nothing but options open, which is true, but the other truth is, after laying out my options and my desires, i find that i'm really just getting older...older...i want to do this, and i want to do that...if i could go back a few years, i could do it all...but i'm getting older, and older isn't better...i'm not a fine wine...and my knees are about to go

i've been re-reading some past blogs...the ones from *gasp* september of last year...my writing was pretty good...well, a couple posts are in my favorite category..because they are told like a story...i got that from reading - it makes me wanna read the waiter rant again..just to get my writing style back, though i'd get bitched at for making extremely long blog posts...

i'm going to keep this one short, just a filler for now..like i said, there's a lot on my mind, so there should be a lot more to come...stay tuned

"defrost? defrost! how many times am i gonna have to cook this thing...that's it, i don't care if it's finished or not, i'm eating this cold pretzel!"