WHAT UP?
So in theory, I wanted to do more writing, but at this rate, it looks like I may post once a month. That's not really blogging is it, especially with some of these people out their writing nice long pages everyday or every 6 hours it seems. Do I have a valid excuse, not really, other than just a case of lethargy due to several factors only important to me. First it was the stupid holidays coming up since I last wrote. Which in my line of crappy yet unfulfilling work meant doing three times the work to make up for the days you weren't going to be in. Woo Hoo. Then of course the trauma that is Thanksgiving, you know, I want to amend that, it isn't really that bad with my family, not anymore really.
During Thanksgiving in the past, my mother, 3 sisters and I at some point would inevitably start to fight. One would start to argue with another or pick on someone and then that would escalate to a lot of yelling and eventual crying. Not on my part, I would just go eat more. But not anymore, not since my sisters had kids. At first it was because the babies commanded all of our attention, then as they got older, they didn't bother us, but we all were just so tired of dealing with them, no one had the energy to argue. Now it has sort of settled in to just good natured insulting of each other. I find it somewhat pleasant and don't try to avoid getting together with them anymore.
Unfortunately, my niece had a cold, so I had the thrill of a slow simmering cold to run me down. All I wanted to do was sleep, but couldn't. Sleep has never come easy to me and with the cold, for some reason, it was more difficult. Then came the beginning of the week which brought with it, nothing, literally nothing. By that, I mean, I came in to work and found nobody there. There are 5 people in my department, one I knew was on vacation. Mysteries ensued. Did everyone quit and not tell me. Did my eagerly anticipated zombie apocalypse happen in the time I rode the elevator up from the lobby to the 17th Floor? Or was it my usual, bend over and take it like a lady man from OZ luck? Bingo, turns out the other three people in my department had family issues that were going to keep them out for at least one to five days. Bring on the pain, asshole. So I preceded to work myself into the ground for the week, luckily by midweek, 2 other people had come in, but I am battling the cold and the incredible desire to just walk down 17 flights of stairs. More exhaustion ensues.
Cold still with me, at least everyone has shown up to work this week. Woo Hoo. Don't want to take sick days, the fucking calendar year has just started for our sick and personal days, I lost 3 days because I couldn't take off because no one was here, and don't want to start off the year losing a day. I only now have started to feel better. Thus, this crap that has all spilled out of me. Does it make any sense, eh, I can't see it making sense to anyone else but me, but if anyone actually reads this, sorry to bore you. Especially if you made it this far. All I wanted to say was that time flies, whether you are busy as hell, happy as a motherfucker, or pissed off and on. Is it a valid excuse for not writing, fuck no. Only to me and isn't that what this shit is all about?
So in theory, I wanted to do more writing, but at this rate, it looks like I may post once a month. That's not really blogging is it, especially with some of these people out their writing nice long pages everyday or every 6 hours it seems. Do I have a valid excuse, not really, other than just a case of lethargy due to several factors only important to me. First it was the stupid holidays coming up since I last wrote. Which in my line of crappy yet unfulfilling work meant doing three times the work to make up for the days you weren't going to be in. Woo Hoo. Then of course the trauma that is Thanksgiving, you know, I want to amend that, it isn't really that bad with my family, not anymore really.
During Thanksgiving in the past, my mother, 3 sisters and I at some point would inevitably start to fight. One would start to argue with another or pick on someone and then that would escalate to a lot of yelling and eventual crying. Not on my part, I would just go eat more. But not anymore, not since my sisters had kids. At first it was because the babies commanded all of our attention, then as they got older, they didn't bother us, but we all were just so tired of dealing with them, no one had the energy to argue. Now it has sort of settled in to just good natured insulting of each other. I find it somewhat pleasant and don't try to avoid getting together with them anymore.
Unfortunately, my niece had a cold, so I had the thrill of a slow simmering cold to run me down. All I wanted to do was sleep, but couldn't. Sleep has never come easy to me and with the cold, for some reason, it was more difficult. Then came the beginning of the week which brought with it, nothing, literally nothing. By that, I mean, I came in to work and found nobody there. There are 5 people in my department, one I knew was on vacation. Mysteries ensued. Did everyone quit and not tell me. Did my eagerly anticipated zombie apocalypse happen in the time I rode the elevator up from the lobby to the 17th Floor? Or was it my usual, bend over and take it like a lady man from OZ luck? Bingo, turns out the other three people in my department had family issues that were going to keep them out for at least one to five days. Bring on the pain, asshole. So I preceded to work myself into the ground for the week, luckily by midweek, 2 other people had come in, but I am battling the cold and the incredible desire to just walk down 17 flights of stairs. More exhaustion ensues.
Cold still with me, at least everyone has shown up to work this week. Woo Hoo. Don't want to take sick days, the fucking calendar year has just started for our sick and personal days, I lost 3 days because I couldn't take off because no one was here, and don't want to start off the year losing a day. I only now have started to feel better. Thus, this crap that has all spilled out of me. Does it make any sense, eh, I can't see it making sense to anyone else but me, but if anyone actually reads this, sorry to bore you. Especially if you made it this far. All I wanted to say was that time flies, whether you are busy as hell, happy as a motherfucker, or pissed off and on. Is it a valid excuse for not writing, fuck no. Only to me and isn't that what this shit is all about?
TWO HAPPY POINTS, PEOPLE:
1 - I was thinking I should post this bit of info when I started, but then I thought, fuck you, no one is reading this, why write bullshit you already know. But due to the kindness of a beautiful lady, more on that later, there is the actual slim possibility of some people actually reading a page or two of this verbal diarrhea. In that case, let me be informative for 5 minutes. My buddy, David Silverman has just self released his first solo CD. This schmuck was in a band earlier that made just okay music. The same kinda shit you hear in any crappy bar along Houston St. and south of there. They broke up, but he loves music, it's his life, dance bitch, dance, so he went and wrote and played and, well didn't produce, he had help on that, but published his own CD. He also got much better than when he was with the band. His vocals improved dramatically and so did his guitar playing. Where is this all leading? You know, c'mon, you're not a complete moron, I'm just saying take a look at his myspace page, he has a couple of tunes playing and a link as to where you can buy his album. If you buy one, that will be one less shiny coaster with a hole he'll have and one less silver bathroom tile. This losers myspace link is: http://www.myspace.com/silvermandavid . Take a listen to what he has playing, if you like it, his CD is cheap, it'll keep him from selling himself to immigrants on the street.
1 - I was thinking I should post this bit of info when I started, but then I thought, fuck you, no one is reading this, why write bullshit you already know. But due to the kindness of a beautiful lady, more on that later, there is the actual slim possibility of some people actually reading a page or two of this verbal diarrhea. In that case, let me be informative for 5 minutes. My buddy, David Silverman has just self released his first solo CD. This schmuck was in a band earlier that made just okay music. The same kinda shit you hear in any crappy bar along Houston St. and south of there. They broke up, but he loves music, it's his life, dance bitch, dance, so he went and wrote and played and, well didn't produce, he had help on that, but published his own CD. He also got much better than when he was with the band. His vocals improved dramatically and so did his guitar playing. Where is this all leading? You know, c'mon, you're not a complete moron, I'm just saying take a look at his myspace page, he has a couple of tunes playing and a link as to where you can buy his album. If you buy one, that will be one less shiny coaster with a hole he'll have and one less silver bathroom tile. This losers myspace link is: http://www.myspace.com/silvermandavid . Take a listen to what he has playing, if you like it, his CD is cheap, it'll keep him from selling himself to immigrants on the street.
2 - My second point, isn't really a point, it's sort of a thank you to the previously mentioned lovely lady. She goes by the blog handle of "number13baby", and as I wrote previously, I came about this whole mess because of her. She writes 2 blogs now, making me look even more horribly fat assed lazy. Anyway, I read them when I get the chance, and if I can add a nice comment I will. It's pretty easy, she writes some interesting stuff, she started her first blog as way to chronicle her quest to meet Christy Canyon, her second blog seems to be a general talk and review blog. Both fun reading because she chronicles bits of her life both public and private. i.e. she talks about watching porn. No really, there's more to that, I find her kinda interesting and funny. And yes it helps that she's cute and publishes pics of herself. Anywho's, she wrote about me and I read it and realized, fuck, what have I been doing, I need to write something, if just so I don't bore the fuck out of anybody that happens to come here because of her and sees one entry. You dick. So thank you number13baby, aliooop or whatever. You inspired me again at least for a little while. For the rest of you knuckleheads, go back and read her blogs: http://roadtochristycanyon.blogspot.com/ ; http://wecouldbenaked.blogspot.com/ , and her interview with Christy Canyon on Mr.Skin (you can find t he link on your own, google it bitch)
They're far more interesting and prettier to look at than the asshole your looking at now. That's you in the mirror, that's right, you in the mirror.
2 comments:
I find it fascinating to read your blog. Keep it up!
Thanks babe. Your encouragement means everything.
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