Sometimes it's hard being a good brother, other times it's really easy. I sit here and type this post without music as my brother snores like he is never going to sleep again. The couch has given up and has a permanent sag in it and his Red Sox fleece blanket will cover shoulders or feet but not both. Like the Red Sox teams of many years...coming up just a little short.
It's Saturday and just past 10AM and while I know it's still early for some of you out there, it would be nice if someone was up to talk. See, I normally have to get up at 6AM come hell or high water. I feel it in my best interest to stay on my work/sleep schedule while I am out of work, just cause it took me so damn long to finally get adjusted to it. In case you've never checked the time on some of my posts, I'm a bit of a night owl.
So, I'm up and one cup of coffee down. I've checked my buddy list and no one but one fruitcake in California and three Canadians, all of whom are busy, but will be right back. I won't hold my breath. It's unseasonably warm for December/January and I'm not going to complain. The fact that I don't have to traverse twinkling sheets of ice to get anywhere, gives back me some confidence having a knee in 42 kabillion pieces has taken away.
I awoke this morning with pain in my knee like there was a Rambo knife on each side. I did what anyone would do, I cried for a little bit, got up and peed for a little bit, than went downstairs, grabbed the ice bag and a handful of darvaset and hit the recliner. Two hours later, the pain is manageable and I feel a little weird. The thing with painkillers I find is, unless you get the really good stuff, they dull the pain not kill it. Granted, what I have is better than say advil, tylenol or aleve, but it's not codeine, percoset or oxycontin. Although I think dr's are a wee bit hesitant to prescribe that last one.
He has to be at work at 11. It's 10:24 and he is still on the couch, I have left coffee for him and adequate time to shower and he is wasting both. You can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink. Sometimes it's just better to leave the horse alone and let the horse be late for work.
More later...
Cheers,
JJ
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Friday, December 30, 2005
Back in Black....
I initially thought I was going to be gone forever. However, the good people at Trend Micro have developed some great anti-virus/spyware software and Carl, my computer is almost 100% back to normal. Which is more than I can say for myself.
My knee is fucked up. There is no other way to say it. I hurt it the first week of November and today on 12/29/05, I finally got someone to take me seriously. Nevermind the weeks of limping, grimacing in pain and the hundred thousand or so milligrams of ibuprofen I took. Let's not worry about the inability to sleep due to being utter agony, almost shitting out the inner lining of my stomach and not being able to take walks to keep my blood sugar at acceptable levels...let's not worry about that.
Let's just not take care of JackassJimmy cause this is a worker's comp injury. FUCK YOU DR. WALK-IN!!! After several trips to the Dr. 3 x-rays and one MRI later, I was at my wits end. I had no where to go and needed some big guns. I was talking with a friend who's mom works at the local hospital, after speaking with her she made the call to get me into a sports medicine/orthopedic surgeon.
And finally someone took my seriously. Props to EroK, Boom and Dr. L.
Now I am out of work for three weeks, could be looking at surgery, but at least someone told me there is something very wrong and that the pain I have been enduring is not just in my head. Sometimes, people do actually get hurt at work and sometimes they are not just looking for a vacation.
In other news...
Christmas has come and gone and Santa was good to me and my family. I chose to spend Christmas eve with my brother's girlfriend's family rather than my own out of not wanting to deal with the he said she said bs, although it looks as though the Hatfield and the McCoys may have come to some sort of cease fire. Hallelujah.
I'm still without a girlfriend, still jaded, and still looking at the half empty glass on the table. If this appeals to you and you like a good game of scrabble, I just got the deluxe edition for Christmas. Bring your sense of humor, vocabulary and boobs up in this motherscratcher.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
My knee is fucked up. There is no other way to say it. I hurt it the first week of November and today on 12/29/05, I finally got someone to take me seriously. Nevermind the weeks of limping, grimacing in pain and the hundred thousand or so milligrams of ibuprofen I took. Let's not worry about the inability to sleep due to being utter agony, almost shitting out the inner lining of my stomach and not being able to take walks to keep my blood sugar at acceptable levels...let's not worry about that.
Let's just not take care of JackassJimmy cause this is a worker's comp injury. FUCK YOU DR. WALK-IN!!! After several trips to the Dr. 3 x-rays and one MRI later, I was at my wits end. I had no where to go and needed some big guns. I was talking with a friend who's mom works at the local hospital, after speaking with her she made the call to get me into a sports medicine/orthopedic surgeon.
And finally someone took my seriously. Props to EroK, Boom and Dr. L.
Now I am out of work for three weeks, could be looking at surgery, but at least someone told me there is something very wrong and that the pain I have been enduring is not just in my head. Sometimes, people do actually get hurt at work and sometimes they are not just looking for a vacation.
In other news...
Christmas has come and gone and Santa was good to me and my family. I chose to spend Christmas eve with my brother's girlfriend's family rather than my own out of not wanting to deal with the he said she said bs, although it looks as though the Hatfield and the McCoys may have come to some sort of cease fire. Hallelujah.
I'm still without a girlfriend, still jaded, and still looking at the half empty glass on the table. If this appeals to you and you like a good game of scrabble, I just got the deluxe edition for Christmas. Bring your sense of humor, vocabulary and boobs up in this motherscratcher.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Sunday, December 18, 2005
People Have Been...
asking me what I want for Christmas.
World Peace.
to hit the lottery for enough to pay off my student loans and go to college for the rest of my natural life.
Be cured of my diabetes.
In that order or any other would be fine. If I were able to be able to get up and watch the news, eat a bowl of frosted cheerios and not be depressed by the fact that everyone in the world wants to kill everyone else & that the only people who call me are the student loan people looking for money, life would be ok.
But I guess I am asking for too much.
Frosted Cheerios haven't been in the house in ten years. In that time I still have owe on my degree (which I have yet to use) and people have killed each other since the beginning og time.
So I guess I will settle for enough time off for my knee to heal correctly, some medicine to stop the fucking excruciating pain I am in and to not lose my job since I got hurt at work. Apparently going out on disability is worse than fucking a newborn pony and then blowing up a school bus full of nuns and children.
Whatever...
Nothing but savages in this town.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
World Peace.
to hit the lottery for enough to pay off my student loans and go to college for the rest of my natural life.
Be cured of my diabetes.
In that order or any other would be fine. If I were able to be able to get up and watch the news, eat a bowl of frosted cheerios and not be depressed by the fact that everyone in the world wants to kill everyone else & that the only people who call me are the student loan people looking for money, life would be ok.
But I guess I am asking for too much.
Frosted Cheerios haven't been in the house in ten years. In that time I still have owe on my degree (which I have yet to use) and people have killed each other since the beginning og time.
So I guess I will settle for enough time off for my knee to heal correctly, some medicine to stop the fucking excruciating pain I am in and to not lose my job since I got hurt at work. Apparently going out on disability is worse than fucking a newborn pony and then blowing up a school bus full of nuns and children.
Whatever...
Nothing but savages in this town.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Thursday, December 15, 2005
So the verdict...
is in. There is nothing wrong with my knee. I am imagining all of the pain, the loss of strength in my knee/leg and the times when it just gives on me. I guess Santa is going to bring me one of these for Christmas.
It's not the right color, but it is what I've always wanted. Just one more thing to have to strap on in the morning, and something that I am sure will smell and look just wonderful during the summer months. "Hello ladies, can I interest you in a date with Colonel Jim Bargain, the $75 man?"
I'm tired of getting the fucking runaround. I am getting a second opinion on my knee and I'm going to an orthopedist. With the amount of pain I am in and for the length of time I have been limping around like an elderly pirate, someone should be able to tell me something more than, "well it's just a little swollen." No fucking shit, Sherlock. It's mine and I see it everyday. At first I thought I was going to get some time off of work, and I did, except no one told me about it. SO...I worked for another week on a busted fucking knee.
I think I am getting fist-fucked cause this is a worker's comp claim. At this point, I'm not even looking for a state-sponsored vacation, I just want the fucking pain to stop. I can't walk, stand, or even sleep without this fucking thing giving me some form of grief. Last night, while I was trying to start my holiday shopping, I though t I was going to have to call someone to get me a wheel chair so I could get out of Target. This is not something a 32 year old dude should have to deal with.
Not to mention, on the off chance Santa decides to bring me some sex for Christmas, I am fucking broken and will have to lay there like I am getting molested by Aunt Edna. I know this entry is filled with piss and is not very fun. I will try better in the AM.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
It's not the right color, but it is what I've always wanted. Just one more thing to have to strap on in the morning, and something that I am sure will smell and look just wonderful during the summer months. "Hello ladies, can I interest you in a date with Colonel Jim Bargain, the $75 man?"
I'm tired of getting the fucking runaround. I am getting a second opinion on my knee and I'm going to an orthopedist. With the amount of pain I am in and for the length of time I have been limping around like an elderly pirate, someone should be able to tell me something more than, "well it's just a little swollen." No fucking shit, Sherlock. It's mine and I see it everyday. At first I thought I was going to get some time off of work, and I did, except no one told me about it. SO...I worked for another week on a busted fucking knee.
I think I am getting fist-fucked cause this is a worker's comp claim. At this point, I'm not even looking for a state-sponsored vacation, I just want the fucking pain to stop. I can't walk, stand, or even sleep without this fucking thing giving me some form of grief. Last night, while I was trying to start my holiday shopping, I though t I was going to have to call someone to get me a wheel chair so I could get out of Target. This is not something a 32 year old dude should have to deal with.
Not to mention, on the off chance Santa decides to bring me some sex for Christmas, I am fucking broken and will have to lay there like I am getting molested by Aunt Edna. I know this entry is filled with piss and is not very fun. I will try better in the AM.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Friday, December 09, 2005
Cold Cocked...
It was so cold tonight I wanted to kick Scott Farkus’s ass. Never the less being the fucking diehard knuckleheads my friends and I are, we gathered for a night of drinking coffee in the frozen tundra.
“W.” called and said he had a taste for booze. As I am scheduled for an MRI in the morning, I told him I couldn’t come out and play. He said he would, “be in touch.” I hung up and figured the phone would be silent for the rest of the night. No more than ten minutes later, “W.” is on the phone again.
I pick it up and before I can answer, I hear:
“Coffee…at the usual…ten minutes.”
The phone goes dead and I have my orders. I text message “W.” confirm and pull on the cold weather gear. I limp out to the F1 and fire her up. She has been idle for two days but since we have a great relationship, she starts without a fuss. I let the engine warm just long enough so it won’t explode when I put it in reverse and then pull out of the driveway. On my way to meet, “W.” it’s obvious we’re getting the first snow of the season, no one is on the road and dudes are chilling in parking lots, truck engines running, plows at the ready.
I pull into the usual and “W.” is already there. He’s already called, “Jersey Mike” and “Dirty Frenchman” so the four horsemen will convene for caffeine. We get our beverages and walk back outside so those that smoke, (everyone except me) can light up. Apparently I missed the memo on not being able to drink coffee without smoking. “W.” and Jersey light up and I mimic to bust balls…it’s what I excel at.
It’s cold but not to the point where you can’t be out. If you were dressed for it, it’s brisk at best. Jersey complains about needing fluid for his wipers and decides now is a good time to fill it. He does so, and tests it out. Fluid pours out from the underside of his car, like water into the Titanic, laughter ensues.
Dirty Frenchman or “df” for short texts me and says, “he’s busy.” Translation: it’s to cold for him. As soon as I find out “df” isn’t coming, “Soon to be dead Vinny” and “The Guy” show up. At this point Jersey Mike, “W.” and myself have moved inside. “The Guy” comes to the window and puts his hands together in a semi-diamond shape to signify we’re pussies for being inside. “W.” gets another beverage and we head back into the tundra.
Vinny shows up with a girl who looks young for him and total jailbait for the rest of us. “The Guy” asks what it’s like having old man blood and we give him the stinkeye and tell him to take it easy. We all bullshit a shorter than normal time and Jersey and “W” take off. Vinny and “cotton candy panties” have mysteriously taken off and left “The Guy” stranded. He tells me he needs a job, that he will spend tomorrow night at a winter ball with, “The Girl” and that his child is doing well. We both agree that 2/3 of those things are the shits.
Vinny and “sweatpants boner” are gone for what seems like forever. In reality it’s just over an hour. My allegiance to “The Guy” is being tested by the cold. Had Vinny not come back when he did, I might have had to leave “The Guy” hanging. Vinny tells “The Guy” that junior varsity just drove around and around and maid multiple moves on him. Vinny says he fought off all attempts but “The Guy” and I are calling bullshit. While Vinny argues his case, “The Guy’s” phone rings and it’s the hook-up. The kick is up and it is good. I get to get in the F1 and go home and “Soon to be dead Vinny and The Guy” take off to pick up an ounce of the Chron-dizzle.
Ahhhhhh…..to be young and unfettered by responsibility again.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
“W.” called and said he had a taste for booze. As I am scheduled for an MRI in the morning, I told him I couldn’t come out and play. He said he would, “be in touch.” I hung up and figured the phone would be silent for the rest of the night. No more than ten minutes later, “W.” is on the phone again.
I pick it up and before I can answer, I hear:
“Coffee…at the usual…ten minutes.”
The phone goes dead and I have my orders. I text message “W.” confirm and pull on the cold weather gear. I limp out to the F1 and fire her up. She has been idle for two days but since we have a great relationship, she starts without a fuss. I let the engine warm just long enough so it won’t explode when I put it in reverse and then pull out of the driveway. On my way to meet, “W.” it’s obvious we’re getting the first snow of the season, no one is on the road and dudes are chilling in parking lots, truck engines running, plows at the ready.
I pull into the usual and “W.” is already there. He’s already called, “Jersey Mike” and “Dirty Frenchman” so the four horsemen will convene for caffeine. We get our beverages and walk back outside so those that smoke, (everyone except me) can light up. Apparently I missed the memo on not being able to drink coffee without smoking. “W.” and Jersey light up and I mimic to bust balls…it’s what I excel at.
It’s cold but not to the point where you can’t be out. If you were dressed for it, it’s brisk at best. Jersey complains about needing fluid for his wipers and decides now is a good time to fill it. He does so, and tests it out. Fluid pours out from the underside of his car, like water into the Titanic, laughter ensues.
Dirty Frenchman or “df” for short texts me and says, “he’s busy.” Translation: it’s to cold for him. As soon as I find out “df” isn’t coming, “Soon to be dead Vinny” and “The Guy” show up. At this point Jersey Mike, “W.” and myself have moved inside. “The Guy” comes to the window and puts his hands together in a semi-diamond shape to signify we’re pussies for being inside. “W.” gets another beverage and we head back into the tundra.
Vinny shows up with a girl who looks young for him and total jailbait for the rest of us. “The Guy” asks what it’s like having old man blood and we give him the stinkeye and tell him to take it easy. We all bullshit a shorter than normal time and Jersey and “W” take off. Vinny and “cotton candy panties” have mysteriously taken off and left “The Guy” stranded. He tells me he needs a job, that he will spend tomorrow night at a winter ball with, “The Girl” and that his child is doing well. We both agree that 2/3 of those things are the shits.
Vinny and “sweatpants boner” are gone for what seems like forever. In reality it’s just over an hour. My allegiance to “The Guy” is being tested by the cold. Had Vinny not come back when he did, I might have had to leave “The Guy” hanging. Vinny tells “The Guy” that junior varsity just drove around and around and maid multiple moves on him. Vinny says he fought off all attempts but “The Guy” and I are calling bullshit. While Vinny argues his case, “The Guy’s” phone rings and it’s the hook-up. The kick is up and it is good. I get to get in the F1 and go home and “Soon to be dead Vinny and The Guy” take off to pick up an ounce of the Chron-dizzle.
Ahhhhhh…..to be young and unfettered by responsibility again.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
It's a good...
thing I don't have a hammer near by, otherwise, some of my favorite shit would be broken. Carl, my computer, would probably be my first victim. I love my computer but there are some things that just drive me batshit. Being overtired is one of them.
I have listened to relaxing music, put hot water bottle on my shitty knee, listened to an hour and a half of audio book, and masturbated until I had one of those orgasms that makes your eyes cross as you have a brain spasm.
AND STILL I AM AWAKE!!!
It's fucking 6:10 in the AM and part of me feels I should just stay up. If I don't I will sleep through the better part of the day. While it is my weekend and this is not such a big deal, I hate wasting time in bed. Fucking stupid nightshift. This is the thanks I get for helping someone out. Need to go to the PC basketball game? Sure, I'll switch with you, you poison-elf, hitler-esque, american eagle wearing motherfucker.
Overtired was something invented by a total asshole. It was designed by some fucking jerk who on managed to make it into work after getting fucked in the ass all night by his wife and on top of that he has a hangover. This guys boss asked him to design a new product, and the son of a bitch came up with, "OVERTIRED." Fuck you, you lackluster, mouth breathing, armpit ring and public toilet shit-stain. Congratulations on a job well done. Now go home and blow the back of your head out with a shot gun, or blow a horse, whichever would give you less pleasure.
Sitting here typing this, I just realized if I had a glass of wine, I might be a sleep by now. However, I'm not going to try and solve my problems with some cheap table wine.
Rodeo clowns man.....
Everybody needs one of their own. I'll tell you what man, mine would be punching in for some overtime right now. No gloves, just bare-knuckle brawling and you bet your last dollar that my Scots-Irish, Angry...Thrifty...Mic ass is coming out on top.
I have listened to relaxing music, put hot water bottle on my shitty knee, listened to an hour and a half of audio book, and masturbated until I had one of those orgasms that makes your eyes cross as you have a brain spasm.
AND STILL I AM AWAKE!!!
It's fucking 6:10 in the AM and part of me feels I should just stay up. If I don't I will sleep through the better part of the day. While it is my weekend and this is not such a big deal, I hate wasting time in bed. Fucking stupid nightshift. This is the thanks I get for helping someone out. Need to go to the PC basketball game? Sure, I'll switch with you, you poison-elf, hitler-esque, american eagle wearing motherfucker.
Overtired was something invented by a total asshole. It was designed by some fucking jerk who on managed to make it into work after getting fucked in the ass all night by his wife and on top of that he has a hangover. This guys boss asked him to design a new product, and the son of a bitch came up with, "OVERTIRED." Fuck you, you lackluster, mouth breathing, armpit ring and public toilet shit-stain. Congratulations on a job well done. Now go home and blow the back of your head out with a shot gun, or blow a horse, whichever would give you less pleasure.
Sitting here typing this, I just realized if I had a glass of wine, I might be a sleep by now. However, I'm not going to try and solve my problems with some cheap table wine.
Rodeo clowns man.....
Everybody needs one of their own. I'll tell you what man, mine would be punching in for some overtime right now. No gloves, just bare-knuckle brawling and you bet your last dollar that my Scots-Irish, Angry...Thrifty...Mic ass is coming out on top.
Wound up...
I was lucky enough to work the night shift today. I hate working the night shift for a variety of reasons. First, the people who work the night shift are a bunch of fucking morons. Second, when I am working the night shift, I tend to wake up an hour before work, thus wasting most of my day. Finally, working until 11pm only to have to be back in at 7am is just a fucking kick in the ass, but I digress.
Working the night shift does have its benefits. I can't really think of to many right now, and I may even be lying about there being benefits but, for the most part, there is lest time being spent with the Agency guests, cause they are going to sleep. On the flipside, you end up working with people who have less common sense than tupperware. They bark orders, instigate the guests and just stupid shit that the brilliant minds on the day shift can avoid. However, one also has to put up with coworkers being so fucking lazy, dead people are more productive.
My knee is still killing me. It feels as though it's being held together with balsa wood and chewing gum. I have been to the doctors 3 times in the past 2 weeks and I am going for an MRI on Friday. Fuck you Agency, I'm taking the day out! The downside is I will be missing a new Agent who has been coming in to make some "adjustments" to the program. Such is life.
A coworker familiar with my injury told me it can go one of two ways, I will either be up and on my feet in a week or two, or and wait for it...out for three to six months with or without rehab. I can't tell how I feel about either of these options. While I know I will get bored being home and not doing much, I am still considerably pissed off that work just kind of overlooked my injury, which from my understanding of surgery...is somewhat serious.
Plus, though I don't have a social life, I have decided to go to Boston on 1.31.06 to see Less Than Jake. Since they're not coming any closer, and I was to lazy to go last time to Providence, and I have the following two days off...there's no reason not to go. Plus punk rawk hotties, make-a me wanna do-da-cha-cha.
I'm chilling after work. I've had some coffee and there are about 32 things on my mind but I will save them so that I have something to post about tomorrow. The rest of the evening may be filled with video games or maybe some sleepy. Tomorrow in lieu of my usual breakfasts, I am going to the movies. I think if I give up the salty, cholesterol laden breakfasts, and avoid movie theater fare, I can avoid a heart attack for another fortnight.
I'm still listening to idobi radio as I type this. I really can't say enough good things about them. Having a radio station streaming nothing but the rock and alternative is just the bees knees, which coincidentally, are much more stable than mine, at this point in time.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Working the night shift does have its benefits. I can't really think of to many right now, and I may even be lying about there being benefits but, for the most part, there is lest time being spent with the Agency guests, cause they are going to sleep. On the flipside, you end up working with people who have less common sense than tupperware. They bark orders, instigate the guests and just stupid shit that the brilliant minds on the day shift can avoid. However, one also has to put up with coworkers being so fucking lazy, dead people are more productive.
My knee is still killing me. It feels as though it's being held together with balsa wood and chewing gum. I have been to the doctors 3 times in the past 2 weeks and I am going for an MRI on Friday. Fuck you Agency, I'm taking the day out! The downside is I will be missing a new Agent who has been coming in to make some "adjustments" to the program. Such is life.
A coworker familiar with my injury told me it can go one of two ways, I will either be up and on my feet in a week or two, or and wait for it...out for three to six months with or without rehab. I can't tell how I feel about either of these options. While I know I will get bored being home and not doing much, I am still considerably pissed off that work just kind of overlooked my injury, which from my understanding of surgery...is somewhat serious.
Plus, though I don't have a social life, I have decided to go to Boston on 1.31.06 to see Less Than Jake. Since they're not coming any closer, and I was to lazy to go last time to Providence, and I have the following two days off...there's no reason not to go. Plus punk rawk hotties, make-a me wanna do-da-cha-cha.
I'm chilling after work. I've had some coffee and there are about 32 things on my mind but I will save them so that I have something to post about tomorrow. The rest of the evening may be filled with video games or maybe some sleepy. Tomorrow in lieu of my usual breakfasts, I am going to the movies. I think if I give up the salty, cholesterol laden breakfasts, and avoid movie theater fare, I can avoid a heart attack for another fortnight.
I'm still listening to idobi radio as I type this. I really can't say enough good things about them. Having a radio station streaming nothing but the rock and alternative is just the bees knees, which coincidentally, are much more stable than mine, at this point in time.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Neo Maxi-zundweebi
You say goodbye and I say hello. Maybe a little bit to talk about, maybe a lot. My mind wanders from time to time and the incomplete thoughts rarely inspire complete sentences. Winter being my time for reflection, regrouping and recouping. Today was the first real snow, some actual accumulation. I opened my front door and stepped out in the marshmallow blanketed neighborhood. Luckily I leave early enough for work that most of the snow is still untouched and clean, somwhat of a perk for having to be up at O'Dark Thirty.
Last Tuesday went and saw this.
It was very fun & entertaining and I have to say I do enjoy the darker elements of the series making more of an appearance. To me this is the strongest release in the series and the direction was spot on. Kudos to cast and crew. This week I want to check out the latest in cartoon to celluloid releases. I have been a fan of this series since the individual episodes were show on Mtv's first foray into animation and non-video programming. This may have been where the network went bad. If I do actually get out to see the flick, I'll be sure to let you know how it was.
In other news...
My favorite site for the "legal" purchase of mp3's is under investigation and as a result, I have terminated my membership and registration to the site. The site operated out of Russia and sold mp3s of new and relatively new releases at dirt cheap prices. Often you were able to buy and artists newest release for about $1.50. Take that iTunes. Well it seems these folks are now being looked at by the Russian feds, who I'm sure are about as credible as a drunken clown, with a plastic sheriff's badge. Nonetheless, Jackass is getting out before things get ugly.
While I was lamenting the loss of one source of music, I stumbled onto another. If you are fortunate enough to not use realplayer and have iTunes, you will be able to stream music that doesn't suck through iTunes. I have been happily clackity-clacking away for most of the night, with out having to listen to one goddamn Jessica Simpson-esque bullshits song. Now, that's music to my ears.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Last Tuesday went and saw this.
It was very fun & entertaining and I have to say I do enjoy the darker elements of the series making more of an appearance. To me this is the strongest release in the series and the direction was spot on. Kudos to cast and crew. This week I want to check out the latest in cartoon to celluloid releases. I have been a fan of this series since the individual episodes were show on Mtv's first foray into animation and non-video programming. This may have been where the network went bad. If I do actually get out to see the flick, I'll be sure to let you know how it was.
In other news...
My favorite site for the "legal" purchase of mp3's is under investigation and as a result, I have terminated my membership and registration to the site. The site operated out of Russia and sold mp3s of new and relatively new releases at dirt cheap prices. Often you were able to buy and artists newest release for about $1.50. Take that iTunes. Well it seems these folks are now being looked at by the Russian feds, who I'm sure are about as credible as a drunken clown, with a plastic sheriff's badge. Nonetheless, Jackass is getting out before things get ugly.
While I was lamenting the loss of one source of music, I stumbled onto another. If you are fortunate enough to not use realplayer and have iTunes, you will be able to stream music that doesn't suck through iTunes. I have been happily clackity-clacking away for most of the night, with out having to listen to one goddamn Jessica Simpson-esque bullshits song. Now, that's music to my ears.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Let me tell...
you something America. It's a sad day/night when the coolest invite a guy like me, a guy who has 3 X's tattooed on his back, a guy who can't remember the last drink he had, is to a beer pong game on a Saturday night.
WTF
I left beer pong, drinking and collegiate bullshit in MN.
I need a new life.
Cheers,
JJ
WTF
I left beer pong, drinking and collegiate bullshit in MN.
I need a new life.
Cheers,
JJ
Thursday, November 24, 2005
As I...
pack up the car and prepare for the hour+ drive, on pain killers, to my parents, I can't help but think even though they are a pain in the ass, I am thankful for them.
I am also thankful for my knucklehead friends and family, though they tend to drive me crazy at times.
and last but not least I am thankful to all of you, the ones that read this rag and make me feel that much less alone on this rock we call Earth.
I hope you & your friends and family are well.
Happy Thanksgiving!
and too my Canadian friends...I don't know eat a chocolate danish or something.
Cheers,
JJ
I am also thankful for my knucklehead friends and family, though they tend to drive me crazy at times.
and last but not least I am thankful to all of you, the ones that read this rag and make me feel that much less alone on this rock we call Earth.
I hope you & your friends and family are well.
Happy Thanksgiving!
and too my Canadian friends...I don't know eat a chocolate danish or something.
Cheers,
JJ
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
I remember a...
time when two in the morning was much more fun. Nowadays it's more of a testament to my lack of social life or a record of me babbling on about mindless nonsense.
Tonight, after a couple hours of sleeping and general screwing around, I managed to muster up enough energy to eat dinner. You see today was a wash. Not only did I not go to work, but I also didn't go back to the emergency room to get my knee x-rayed. I feel if you go to the doctor, the doctor should be fucking ready to handle your medical needs. Last night when I was in the ER, it wasn't that the X-Ray lab was broken, or even closed, they just had no one to run it.
Needless to say I was not happy. So instead of getting results and a diagnosis and a prognosis. I got, "wrap it in an ace bandage and ice it." Exactly what I told the doctor from another country I have been doing for two weeks. He injected me with steroids which killed the pain for about two hours and then brought it back with a vengence. At this point, I am considering having the lower half of my leg removed or just taking my own life.
Anyway...
8 diet root beers later I am still trying to write a decent post. Lately this seems like a futile effort. I appreciate the love I get from the 4-5 people who read / comment. Sometimes I think I am typing into an endless void, and then says something besides, " HEY POST SOMETHING MOTHERFUCKER."
The weather the past few days has been complete shite and my seasonal depression is starting to kick in. I'd like to buy one of those lights but, without getting a referral from my doc, I don't have the $200 my insurance company would cover most of, and we all know how much I love the doc.
A friend in California, I was IM'ing with just signed off. Now there are no more time zones for me to go looking for people to chit-chat with. So I fire up iTunes and listen to the Video Game News Radio, pretty much the best podcast out there. Not only can I get my geek on but the interaction in between the guys on the show is pretty funny.
Yeah this post is shit. Tomorrow there will be coffee, and I will try and be better.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Tonight, after a couple hours of sleeping and general screwing around, I managed to muster up enough energy to eat dinner. You see today was a wash. Not only did I not go to work, but I also didn't go back to the emergency room to get my knee x-rayed. I feel if you go to the doctor, the doctor should be fucking ready to handle your medical needs. Last night when I was in the ER, it wasn't that the X-Ray lab was broken, or even closed, they just had no one to run it.
Needless to say I was not happy. So instead of getting results and a diagnosis and a prognosis. I got, "wrap it in an ace bandage and ice it." Exactly what I told the doctor from another country I have been doing for two weeks. He injected me with steroids which killed the pain for about two hours and then brought it back with a vengence. At this point, I am considering having the lower half of my leg removed or just taking my own life.
Anyway...
8 diet root beers later I am still trying to write a decent post. Lately this seems like a futile effort. I appreciate the love I get from the 4-5 people who read / comment. Sometimes I think I am typing into an endless void, and then says something besides, " HEY POST SOMETHING MOTHERFUCKER."
The weather the past few days has been complete shite and my seasonal depression is starting to kick in. I'd like to buy one of those lights but, without getting a referral from my doc, I don't have the $200 my insurance company would cover most of, and we all know how much I love the doc.
A friend in California, I was IM'ing with just signed off. Now there are no more time zones for me to go looking for people to chit-chat with. So I fire up iTunes and listen to the Video Game News Radio, pretty much the best podcast out there. Not only can I get my geek on but the interaction in between the guys on the show is pretty funny.
Yeah this post is shit. Tomorrow there will be coffee, and I will try and be better.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Friday, November 18, 2005
Proof...
that you can't keep a good man down.
Fuck everyone trying to stop the bus. I know it sounds like I am just trying to blow smoke up an A-listers ass, but Reverend Tony Pierce keeps it real and jukes and side-steps suckers trying to get in his way.
Preach on Rev, preach on.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Fuck everyone trying to stop the bus. I know it sounds like I am just trying to blow smoke up an A-listers ass, but Reverend Tony Pierce keeps it real and jukes and side-steps suckers trying to get in his way.
Preach on Rev, preach on.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Thursday, November 17, 2005
I used to...
care about what people thought of me. Now that I am an old man, with old skin and wrinkl-ey balls, I could give a rats ass about anything. I still haven't decided whether or not this is a good thing but I refuse to give it more than a moments consideration. With out further ado, I will here on out keep it real like strep throat, DUI's and boners in math class.
Monday I came home from work and for whatever reason, I was extremely tired. I'm talking tired like after the first day of a summer job, tired like after playing rugby with Rip Van Winkle keeping time, tired like you had to walk home from college. I hung up my jacket and keys and retired to the bathroom to take my, "Thank Christ today is over and I can just relax" piss. I marveled at the amount of foam for several seconds and then waved good bye to the steamy goodness my excretory system had so graciously provided for me.
I walked into the living room and collapsed into the most uncomfortable recliner in the world. Most days and even some nights, drunken or otherwise I'm able to at least grab a nap or some quality pass out time. The recliner was grumpier than my floor model-sized body and refused to let me get comfortable. Reluctantly, I got up and made my way upstairs, where the bed of doom awaited me. Normally, I try to stay out of my bed, unless I am sick or retiring for the night. Otherwise I have a tendency to spend way to much time unconscious.
I undressed to boxer briefs and t-shirt and fell much like Schwartzenegger in Kindergarten Cop into my bed. I pulled my fleece blanket and down comforter over me and expected that to be all she wrote. 30 seconds, one minute....two...five...fifteen and I'm still awake.
WHAT THE FUCK?!?
I was cursing the grumpy recliner for not letting me get some winks in. "Is that to much to fucking ask" bounced off the walls of the coldest bedroom in the history of bedrooms. I tried reading Harry Potter. Nothing, I tried reading the Bible. It was no good. Now I was too angry to fall asleep. I had some sleeping medication left over from a darker time in my life but it was downstairs, would give me a vicious hangover and would take 45 minutes to kick in.
THIS IS BULLSHIT...I JUST WANT TO TAKE A NAP!!!
There are so few things I ask for that I didn't think a nap was a huge request. I layed there. I tossed and turned and fought with the covers and fought with myself. Finally a light bulb went on over my head I figured out the answer to my problem. I needed to masturbate. I had neither the energy, nor the desire but I knew as soon as terminal velocity was achieved, I was as good as unconscious.
And so...
My thoughts descended into the nether regions. Professional women in Volkswagens, massage therapists, girls I had known in college, Judith Light from, "Who's the Boss" Sarah MacLachlan, Ashley Banfield, teachers from highschool, midwestern girls from college, preacher's daughters destined for hell, co-workers, the night time shift supervisor, Nia Vardalos, the actress who played counselor Troy on Star Trek Nine Inches Deep, Dr. Cox's ex-wife on Scrubs, Anna Kornikova, Faith Hill before she decided to stop eating, Jennifer Aniston, the mom from, "Grounded for Life".........
........and that's the ball game folks.
I exhaled something to what I think a death rattle would sound like and curled into the fetal position. My blankets creating the rest of the womb around me. I was relaxed and warm and all was right with the world. I would like to be able to get a read out of my brain activity in those post coital moments. I'm sure it looked liked just like the equatorial divide on any globe. I slept. I knew I was asleep but I was so comfortable, I didn't care I was wasting my free time. I was sleeping the sleep of the just and life was good. I enjoyed my sweet repose, unfettered by worries or stupid dreams.
Now, here is the part of the story where the author wants to mention the fact his brother has moved in with him. The author would also like to mention God likes to play funny little jokes on Jackass when he is at his most vulnerable.
BOOM...BUNG...BOOM...BUNG...BUNG...BOOM...BOOM...BOOM
It was as if God set up his dj booth in my bedroom and decided to get the party started. I woke with such a start that all I could do was scream. I thought my brother was coming up the stairs singing and was going to walk into my room and find me in a distressing state of undress. I managed to cover myself and then realized it was not my brother making the loudest noise I have ever heard. My windows...No FUCK THAT MY HOUSE WAS SHAKING!!! An earthquake or some fucking horrible disaster was going down and I was going to die with so much left on my, "To do list".
The onslaught continued but I noticed it had sort of a musical timber to it. It didn't matter to me. I was terrified and without my wits. I picked up my alarm clock and beat it like it stole something from me. After several solid punches, the noise continued, and I was on the verge of tears. WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON?!?!?! I heard the only noise I could discern out of the whole audio assault, a truck door closing.
I jumped out of bed and ran to the window. Peeking out through the blinds I saw a Hummer backing out of the neighbors driveway and into the street. My windows still rattling like they wanted to get out. I then watched the young cheerleader walk into the house as if nothing were wrong.
Now knowing what struck such terror into me, I was fucking ANGRY! I crawled back into bed and tried to calm myself. My heart was still racing and after several minutes, I knew I was not going to be able to get back to sleep. My very nice mellow and calm state, something that is a rarity for me, was ruined by some spoiled, suburban asshole kid, in a vehicle they have no business driving, slumming it, yet gaining street cred by dropping their friend off in the 'hood. I swear if I had a bazooka, that Hummer would have cooked my dinner.
I pulled on a pair of flannel pants and a tshirt and went down stairs to make dinner. My flip flops made a soft but consistent swoosh as I glided around the kitchen. It wasn't music but it was enough to keep me from focusing on how angry I was. In the course of preparing dinner, I managed to fill up the trash. I tied the bag and took it outside. I met the cheerleader and her mother. We are normally very polite and cordial to each other and in a lot of ways I could not ask better neighbors, but I was on fire in my brain and stomach.
"Hi Jim, howarya" mom says.
"Well I was doing good up until about a half hour ago" I said.
"Why what happened?" She asks.
I can see sweetie pie start to squirm.
"Well I had kind of a shit day at work, so I figured I'd take a nap and relax before dinner" I said
"Well that sounds nice" she says
"Yeah it was until I was woken up by fucking rap music so loud I though it was the end of the world. I sleep right there, and pointed to the bedroom closest to the drive way." Seriously that shit is not right, not to mention illegal. I said.
She looked at sweetie pie, who didn't even have the decency to say she was sorry. After a minute she told her daughter to go inside. "You know Jim" she says.
"Look I said, I have no problem with you or your family but I am furious right now and I don't want any excuses or answers. You know how stressful my job is and all I want now is, to go in and have my dinner and try and grab some peace and quite before I need heart medication. Have a good night."
She looked at me as though I was having anal sex with her daughter in front of her, with her daughter enjoying it. Mouth gaping open trying to think of something to say. I wanted to tell her to go and pray about it, but really my issue was not with her. I put the lid back on the can and went in to wash my hands, slamming the door behind me.
There was a knock at my back door about a half hour later. I didn't move from my office. I was on my time and I was semi-calm. Talking about anything was only gonna get me more fired up. When I walked out the back door for work the next morning, I found a note on my windshield.
"Jim, We're sorry for what happened last night, Please come and talk with us so we can resolve any issues. Have a great day at work. Sincerely, The Dipshits Nextdoor."
She was trying to sneak a peek at me through the blinds but my training at the Agency, is amazing and she is not so slick. I crumpled the note up and threw it over to their side of the fence.
No discussion, not now, not ever.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Monday I came home from work and for whatever reason, I was extremely tired. I'm talking tired like after the first day of a summer job, tired like after playing rugby with Rip Van Winkle keeping time, tired like you had to walk home from college. I hung up my jacket and keys and retired to the bathroom to take my, "Thank Christ today is over and I can just relax" piss. I marveled at the amount of foam for several seconds and then waved good bye to the steamy goodness my excretory system had so graciously provided for me.
I walked into the living room and collapsed into the most uncomfortable recliner in the world. Most days and even some nights, drunken or otherwise I'm able to at least grab a nap or some quality pass out time. The recliner was grumpier than my floor model-sized body and refused to let me get comfortable. Reluctantly, I got up and made my way upstairs, where the bed of doom awaited me. Normally, I try to stay out of my bed, unless I am sick or retiring for the night. Otherwise I have a tendency to spend way to much time unconscious.
I undressed to boxer briefs and t-shirt and fell much like Schwartzenegger in Kindergarten Cop into my bed. I pulled my fleece blanket and down comforter over me and expected that to be all she wrote. 30 seconds, one minute....two...five...fifteen and I'm still awake.
WHAT THE FUCK?!?
I was cursing the grumpy recliner for not letting me get some winks in. "Is that to much to fucking ask" bounced off the walls of the coldest bedroom in the history of bedrooms. I tried reading Harry Potter. Nothing, I tried reading the Bible. It was no good. Now I was too angry to fall asleep. I had some sleeping medication left over from a darker time in my life but it was downstairs, would give me a vicious hangover and would take 45 minutes to kick in.
THIS IS BULLSHIT...I JUST WANT TO TAKE A NAP!!!
There are so few things I ask for that I didn't think a nap was a huge request. I layed there. I tossed and turned and fought with the covers and fought with myself. Finally a light bulb went on over my head I figured out the answer to my problem. I needed to masturbate. I had neither the energy, nor the desire but I knew as soon as terminal velocity was achieved, I was as good as unconscious.
And so...
My thoughts descended into the nether regions. Professional women in Volkswagens, massage therapists, girls I had known in college, Judith Light from, "Who's the Boss" Sarah MacLachlan, Ashley Banfield, teachers from highschool, midwestern girls from college, preacher's daughters destined for hell, co-workers, the night time shift supervisor, Nia Vardalos, the actress who played counselor Troy on Star Trek Nine Inches Deep, Dr. Cox's ex-wife on Scrubs, Anna Kornikova, Faith Hill before she decided to stop eating, Jennifer Aniston, the mom from, "Grounded for Life".........
........and that's the ball game folks.
I exhaled something to what I think a death rattle would sound like and curled into the fetal position. My blankets creating the rest of the womb around me. I was relaxed and warm and all was right with the world. I would like to be able to get a read out of my brain activity in those post coital moments. I'm sure it looked liked just like the equatorial divide on any globe. I slept. I knew I was asleep but I was so comfortable, I didn't care I was wasting my free time. I was sleeping the sleep of the just and life was good. I enjoyed my sweet repose, unfettered by worries or stupid dreams.
Now, here is the part of the story where the author wants to mention the fact his brother has moved in with him. The author would also like to mention God likes to play funny little jokes on Jackass when he is at his most vulnerable.
BOOM...BUNG...BOOM...BUNG...BUNG...BOOM...BOOM...BOOM
It was as if God set up his dj booth in my bedroom and decided to get the party started. I woke with such a start that all I could do was scream. I thought my brother was coming up the stairs singing and was going to walk into my room and find me in a distressing state of undress. I managed to cover myself and then realized it was not my brother making the loudest noise I have ever heard. My windows...No FUCK THAT MY HOUSE WAS SHAKING!!! An earthquake or some fucking horrible disaster was going down and I was going to die with so much left on my, "To do list".
The onslaught continued but I noticed it had sort of a musical timber to it. It didn't matter to me. I was terrified and without my wits. I picked up my alarm clock and beat it like it stole something from me. After several solid punches, the noise continued, and I was on the verge of tears. WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON?!?!?! I heard the only noise I could discern out of the whole audio assault, a truck door closing.
I jumped out of bed and ran to the window. Peeking out through the blinds I saw a Hummer backing out of the neighbors driveway and into the street. My windows still rattling like they wanted to get out. I then watched the young cheerleader walk into the house as if nothing were wrong.
Now knowing what struck such terror into me, I was fucking ANGRY! I crawled back into bed and tried to calm myself. My heart was still racing and after several minutes, I knew I was not going to be able to get back to sleep. My very nice mellow and calm state, something that is a rarity for me, was ruined by some spoiled, suburban asshole kid, in a vehicle they have no business driving, slumming it, yet gaining street cred by dropping their friend off in the 'hood. I swear if I had a bazooka, that Hummer would have cooked my dinner.
I pulled on a pair of flannel pants and a tshirt and went down stairs to make dinner. My flip flops made a soft but consistent swoosh as I glided around the kitchen. It wasn't music but it was enough to keep me from focusing on how angry I was. In the course of preparing dinner, I managed to fill up the trash. I tied the bag and took it outside. I met the cheerleader and her mother. We are normally very polite and cordial to each other and in a lot of ways I could not ask better neighbors, but I was on fire in my brain and stomach.
"Hi Jim, howarya" mom says.
"Well I was doing good up until about a half hour ago" I said.
"Why what happened?" She asks.
I can see sweetie pie start to squirm.
"Well I had kind of a shit day at work, so I figured I'd take a nap and relax before dinner" I said
"Well that sounds nice" she says
"Yeah it was until I was woken up by fucking rap music so loud I though it was the end of the world. I sleep right there, and pointed to the bedroom closest to the drive way." Seriously that shit is not right, not to mention illegal. I said.
She looked at sweetie pie, who didn't even have the decency to say she was sorry. After a minute she told her daughter to go inside. "You know Jim" she says.
"Look I said, I have no problem with you or your family but I am furious right now and I don't want any excuses or answers. You know how stressful my job is and all I want now is, to go in and have my dinner and try and grab some peace and quite before I need heart medication. Have a good night."
She looked at me as though I was having anal sex with her daughter in front of her, with her daughter enjoying it. Mouth gaping open trying to think of something to say. I wanted to tell her to go and pray about it, but really my issue was not with her. I put the lid back on the can and went in to wash my hands, slamming the door behind me.
There was a knock at my back door about a half hour later. I didn't move from my office. I was on my time and I was semi-calm. Talking about anything was only gonna get me more fired up. When I walked out the back door for work the next morning, I found a note on my windshield.
"Jim, We're sorry for what happened last night, Please come and talk with us so we can resolve any issues. Have a great day at work. Sincerely, The Dipshits Nextdoor."
She was trying to sneak a peek at me through the blinds but my training at the Agency, is amazing and she is not so slick. I crumpled the note up and threw it over to their side of the fence.
No discussion, not now, not ever.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Saturday, November 12, 2005
The Old Switcheroo...
It's noon on Saturday and normally I would be at work but because I am a hell of a guy, I switched with the night supervisor so she could stay home and shove things up her ass while several, elf-like minions try and pleasure her orally. It's not that I mind switching shifts with people, I don't. However, when people who work one, maybe two weekends a month ask me to switch with them so they can have the whole weekend off, I tend to get a little cranky.
I mean I haven't had a Sunday off in I don't know how long, and Sunday is one of my favorite days to lay in bed, read a book or newspaper and fart.
But since I will be working from 1pm-9pm rather than 7am-3pm, I'm gonna have to change my evening plans around a bit. I may have to come right home from work and ice my knee for a while (which is getting better, thanks for asking) and read a book or fall asleep early. No shirt, no shoes, no problems. It's kind of a pain in the ass. I mean at 3 when all of the people I normally work with leave, I'm gonna want to go with them but at least I didn't have to get up at 0:dark-thirty to get to work. Tomorrow will be a different story.
People were trying to get a hold of me last night and I just shut my cell phone off. I didn't want to hear it. Last night was one of those nights I wanted to sit byself, ice my knee and just be alone. I wasn't sad or even in a bad mood, but I wanted to not hear about or have to think about anything. I downloaded a bunch of John Edwards podcasts and that's probably what I will listen to when I get home from work. I've decided I need to see which chucklehead I will get behind in the next election. I tried watching Ned Kelly again last night. If someone can finish that movie in one sitting, without falling asleep, let me know, I have an award in the mail for you.
30 minutes till work and I have yet to shower, shave or poop. Time to break out of this popsickle stand and get ready to do the nasty.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
I mean I haven't had a Sunday off in I don't know how long, and Sunday is one of my favorite days to lay in bed, read a book or newspaper and fart.
But since I will be working from 1pm-9pm rather than 7am-3pm, I'm gonna have to change my evening plans around a bit. I may have to come right home from work and ice my knee for a while (which is getting better, thanks for asking) and read a book or fall asleep early. No shirt, no shoes, no problems. It's kind of a pain in the ass. I mean at 3 when all of the people I normally work with leave, I'm gonna want to go with them but at least I didn't have to get up at 0:dark-thirty to get to work. Tomorrow will be a different story.
People were trying to get a hold of me last night and I just shut my cell phone off. I didn't want to hear it. Last night was one of those nights I wanted to sit byself, ice my knee and just be alone. I wasn't sad or even in a bad mood, but I wanted to not hear about or have to think about anything. I downloaded a bunch of John Edwards podcasts and that's probably what I will listen to when I get home from work. I've decided I need to see which chucklehead I will get behind in the next election. I tried watching Ned Kelly again last night. If someone can finish that movie in one sitting, without falling asleep, let me know, I have an award in the mail for you.
30 minutes till work and I have yet to shower, shave or poop. Time to break out of this popsickle stand and get ready to do the nasty.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Friday, November 11, 2005
Fine...
Since I'm at home wishing I was dead and since people are threatening me with bodily harm and blood-letting and worse, I may as well post something.
It could be a true story, semi fictional or something I listened to whacked out on caffeine.
It could be a true story, semi fictional or something I listened to whacked out on caffeine.
"Who didn't grow up in a dysfunctional home? Who didn't have it tough growing up? These people need to suck it up and deal with it, this is life" she drones. I can feel my jaw clench and in some I wish this was a cartoon / or a graphic novel so I could stroll over there and jam the barrel of my .357 down a throat that hasn't seen anything but a golden spoon in some time. I picture the heroes, the guys she is talking with, stepping to me and with my other hand, I pump off 4 rounds and they're both dead before they hit the floor.
I can see fear in the bitch's eyes and the odor of fear is pungent as it runs down her leg. Her much younger and reasonably attractive friend makes the mistake of pulling her cell phone out of her $400 purse. A pistol whip later and she is unconscious and I am focused on the matter at hand, the whore with the big mouth. She trembles awaiting her fate.
"You think you know it all, don't you? You think your opinion is law and that everyone should thank you for it." The words pour out of my mouth, fluid like Sunday morning flapjack syrup. She's dumber than I thought, shaking her head in a "no" motion disagreeing with me as if I give two shits as to what she has to say. "Bitch, what you know about dysfunction wouldn't fill a thimble" She shakes her head again and I withdraw my pistol long enough to slap her across the face. I jam the gun back into her mouth just as quickly as I took it out. I stifle a gag at the thought of blood and broken teeth running down my throat. It repulses me but that's the least of her worries at this point.
I'm gonna start in on her again and realize the two kids behind the counter haven't moved, blinked or taken a breath in about five minutes. "Don't worry," I growl "you guys are fine, just keep your fucking mouth shut." Whore on the floor begins to moan and not in that good way. If there was not a hand cannon firmly implanted in her oral cavity, I imagine her saying something to the effect of, "please...Please...PLEASE!" Grabbing the back of her head like a porn star, I pull myself in close to her. She tries to recoil from my loving embrace but there is nowhere to go. I'm sure the stench from my steady diet of hot coffee and tuna sandwiches is too much for her. She gags, coughs and gasps as flecks of blood cover my face. Now, I'm pissed.
Now you listen and you listen good. Dysfunction is my business and business is good. Maybe you think you had it rough cause you’ve had to work for a living or cause dad tuned you up a bit the first and more importantly last time you brought a black guy home. Let me tell you something girlie, every morning, including tomorrow- you should get down on your knees and thank the blind-eyed god above for your “rough life.” Her eyes were wide as sauces and tears screamed down her cheeks at an even pace. She squirmed and squealed like an animal taking its last walk.
“How about Daddy coming into your room every day, night or whenever he had a free moment to show you how much he, “loved you.” “How about ten years of that, is that dysfunctional enough for you?” “Would someone need to suck it up and just deal with that or does that meet your standards? How about step-mom coming home so high on junk, she cant stop her new boyfriend from making your little brothers fuck each other, is that dysfunctional enough? Or does a boy who spills milk on a rug, deserve to be beat unconscious and locked in a closet cause mom and “Gary” are too busy to “deal with it?” “Maybe these fucking spoiled brats just need to stop crying and suck it up, huh?”
They’d trade lives with you for five minutes and going to sit here and pontificate about how hard you had it? Not on my watch. You’d better hope to god you never see me again, cause if you do, it’ll be the last thing you see. Start thinking about people less fortunate than yourself, let me help.” With that I took the .357 out of her mouth and did enough damage to her right foot that it would have scared a hungry dog away. There were dark spots on the java jockeys cargo pants where the piss was welling up. I put my guns away and grabbed several pounds of Kona beans. I tried not to get blood on the fifty I pulled from my wallet as I tossed it on the counter. “I probably won’t be in for awhile, Wendy.” The glaze over her eyes was one world class pastry chefs would never achieve. “Do me one favor, call
Cheers,
JJ
Friday, November 04, 2005
As a bonus
for helping my boss move out of his old condo, my right knee has turned to jello. What's odd is I didn't hurt it, "that I know of." The move was relatively easy and I didn't lift anything which would endanger my chances of children so, I don't know what happened. The best part of the whole night, besides the free steak n' cheese pizza was watching 3 guys try and get a couch out of a door about the size of a mouse hole. At one point DD says, "unbelievable, it's like watching a monkey trying to fuck a basketball." I think I almost shit myself laughing at that one.
My weekend was uneventful as I was laid up with jello-knee. Today, I went back to work and walked gingerly around as things went down. The L7 was all, "you might have to go back on desk duty." I told him to go fuck himself as there was some asshole on the night shift, who came into work for two months hobbled around with a cane and did absolutely nothing. The response didn't go over well but it kept my out of the office.
I'm getting restless. There needs to be some sort of fucking change in my life soon or things are going to get very hum-drum and vanilla and JJ can't have that. He doesn't stand for vanilla, you know. At any rate, things should be getting more interesting on here and maybe, just maybe, you will come back again and again and perhaps tell all your friends.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
My weekend was uneventful as I was laid up with jello-knee. Today, I went back to work and walked gingerly around as things went down. The L7 was all, "you might have to go back on desk duty." I told him to go fuck himself as there was some asshole on the night shift, who came into work for two months hobbled around with a cane and did absolutely nothing. The response didn't go over well but it kept my out of the office.
I'm getting restless. There needs to be some sort of fucking change in my life soon or things are going to get very hum-drum and vanilla and JJ can't have that. He doesn't stand for vanilla, you know. At any rate, things should be getting more interesting on here and maybe, just maybe, you will come back again and again and perhaps tell all your friends.
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
It's a two...
post kind of day so, let's get this party started.
she dropped the smart bomb on my inbox and said, "let's be friends."
curious, but not ready to punch the clock yet so I double-clicked with apprehension
her file was sparkly and uninteresting like most
well polished Hollywood smile
outfits she will never finish paying for
an army of friends playing the RI version of "Sex & the City."
and we all know that shits been over for years now
so take your $12 Cosmo and get to steppin' cause this burro has no time for your self-involved, gimme-yo-cash bullshite.
Again with the doe-eyed, come-hither pics and a chorus of, "wouldn't it be fun to hang out?"
No, not really. Cause you obviously don't know the first thing about me. Which is sad cause even on this internets thing, my heart is firmly stitched on the sleeve.
she tried the giggle and playful slap, thinking I would be enticed by reindeer games
more pretentious bs
her perfume reeked of desperation
34, newly single-looking to mingle
convinced we are perfect, without looking at my pics, fRiEnDz, profile
She really really likes ABBA...strike one
really really really likes to go clubbin' w/ her girls...strike two
thinks Bridget Jones is ground-breaking independent cinema...strike three, yer not out yet.
I would feel bad, like I made a hasty decision
but then she dissed FallOut Boy and my favorite genre of music
asked if I had a Nintendo Fun Club Card
and "if all the music I liked was on TRL last week?"
I laughed the laugh of the confident
and just shook my head
no reason to be hating on me, or the best band out of IL since the Pumpkins
I asked where her crown was and she got pissed
thought I made a "princess" comment
when all I really wanted to know is why the dancing queen was without her headdress
There was a fuck off and...
you're an asshole...
and a
rock music sucks....and
well maybe not *coldplay (strike 347) and a
"Wanna grab a drink some time?"
I smiled and tried to be sweeter than Christmas cookies
said "I'd love to" as soon as...
she dropped the Carrie Bradshaw routine
got her soul back from Prada and Gucci
stopped watching Growing Up Gotti and...(wait for it)
listened to music recorded after 1979
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
*Coldplay is fine in my book. I just hate how they get murdered by corporate radio.
she dropped the smart bomb on my inbox and said, "let's be friends."
curious, but not ready to punch the clock yet so I double-clicked with apprehension
her file was sparkly and uninteresting like most
well polished Hollywood smile
outfits she will never finish paying for
an army of friends playing the RI version of "Sex & the City."
and we all know that shits been over for years now
so take your $12 Cosmo and get to steppin' cause this burro has no time for your self-involved, gimme-yo-cash bullshite.
Again with the doe-eyed, come-hither pics and a chorus of, "wouldn't it be fun to hang out?"
No, not really. Cause you obviously don't know the first thing about me. Which is sad cause even on this internets thing, my heart is firmly stitched on the sleeve.
she tried the giggle and playful slap, thinking I would be enticed by reindeer games
more pretentious bs
her perfume reeked of desperation
34, newly single-looking to mingle
convinced we are perfect, without looking at my pics, fRiEnDz, profile
She really really likes ABBA...strike one
really really really likes to go clubbin' w/ her girls...strike two
thinks Bridget Jones is ground-breaking independent cinema...strike three, yer not out yet.
I would feel bad, like I made a hasty decision
but then she dissed FallOut Boy and my favorite genre of music
asked if I had a Nintendo Fun Club Card
and "if all the music I liked was on TRL last week?"
I laughed the laugh of the confident
and just shook my head
no reason to be hating on me, or the best band out of IL since the Pumpkins
I asked where her crown was and she got pissed
thought I made a "princess" comment
when all I really wanted to know is why the dancing queen was without her headdress
There was a fuck off and...
you're an asshole...
and a
rock music sucks....and
well maybe not *coldplay (strike 347) and a
"Wanna grab a drink some time?"
I smiled and tried to be sweeter than Christmas cookies
said "I'd love to" as soon as...
she dropped the Carrie Bradshaw routine
got her soul back from Prada and Gucci
stopped watching Growing Up Gotti and...(wait for it)
listened to music recorded after 1979
I hope you all are well.
Cheers,
JJ
*Coldplay is fine in my book. I just hate how they get murdered by corporate radio.
Monday, October 31, 2005
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