i often wonder why i keep winding up in the wrong
places for all the holidays when i comes to places
of employment. there is a greek myth about a guy
named sisyphus. now takes that story and replace
hillsides with shelves and boulder with toys, cards,
stuffed animals or candy you'd prolly get what i'm
talking about here.

today started out fine. i still ( Read more... )

seriously. nothing new to report, sir.

i exited the bus today at the port/ayers station and two
kids exited the bus and began to beat each other. it was
worthless. they were both about 110 lbs and wearing the
usual outfit. i.e. an undershirt,  white t-shirt and huge two
sizes to big polo shirt. the fight was about a minute and
half and with no real ( Read more... )

i am staring at mr baby right now.

wow, the ipod is loud. gimme a second. ok, camden is on it.
awesome. as my colleague in science ( Read more... )

also, motherfucker, i can dance, but i need to be
properly motivated.

i do appreciate the selfscooping catbox to no end,
but when the thing... uh, does it's thing it is alot like
being next to the copy machine at full correlate and
instead of smelling toner it's that all too tell tale funk
of flowery fakeness that just reminds you that cats
are ( Read more... )

after a slow day of work i am now off for the next three days.
not fun at all my friend. not in the slightest. i have the following
goals for these three next days off:

1. clean the rest of the trash from the backyard.

2. move the rest of toad's shit in to the shed and lock
it all up. i doubt a crack head would know what to do
with computer parts and ( Read more... )

apparently i don't win. so my car has
decided to hemorrhage oil like whoa
all down the driveway. it looks like i let
george romero have a fucking field day
out there its so messy. i need to remind
daniel not to coat the scooters tires in
that shit unless he likes road rash.
oh, and also the car is now just leaking
water like crazy. i asked my brother ( Read more... )

geraldo is a cocksucker.

that is all.

to be honest, i'd love to tell you that this came to
me as a spur of the moment thing. i'd be lying.
ever since i heard that our good friend marcus
died it's been an ever changing thing inside my
mind.

i'd wake up dwelling on it, it would be on my mind
at work, and it would be on my mind everywhere
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watcha' watcha'!

anywho. the litter in the catbox must be the special kind
that make everything smell like spicy mustard and bad
meat. i think it's the deli blend.

i think i may have a job working in the garden center at
wal-mart. this will be one of the many times i've had
to work for the man. maybe now i'll be able to buy a nice
winchester at wal-mart ( Read more... )