For Fuck’s Sake!

Remember when I used to be all snarky and awesome? When did I turn into an emo fag? Am I going soft in my old age, or did I just get more pussy the last 12 months so I’m not as backed up and acidic? 

I was looking through my old posts and found something I wish I wrote today:

Remember, kids: Being a good person and being nice gets you nowhere in life.

See, I remember that guy who did that little bit of writing. That’s the guy who would just come on here and vent for no reason other than to be a preacher with a rock’n’roll heart. I’m gonna go find him at band practice today. I miss him. I want my fuckin balls back.

Just to get it out

standing on a concrete pier
with the brazen wind in my face
and the quite roar of the water in my ears
thinking of the couldashouldabeens
between you and i
the reel of our time finishes
and my inner monologue hears the flapping
of the last 8 inches of film
slapping the machinery of my mind
which means you are still there
in a handful of frames
you and i
standing on a concrete pier
with the brazen wind in our faces
and the quite roar of the water in our ears

Sleep

This is my new skeep playlist. It shall be randomized.

Why do I look confused?

Sunday List

Current Infatuations:

• Slipknot’s new album
• Blocks of cheese
• Ribs
• Dexter (how did I not see this right away?)
• “Forgetting” to shave
• Fall
• Ham on Rye (bless you, Bukowski)
• Fallout 3

Current Blahs:

• Having one of your best pals fall for a girl you’re into
• Work
• Dane Cook (seriously, we get it. It’s just too much right now)
• Star Wars (see above)
• Hurricanes
• Being empty
• America

Chrome and Making Out

Right now I am posting this blog from my shiny new Chrome browser. I like it. A lot. It’s fast and sexy like a lady from the 80’s that’s really into in AC/DC. I like AC/DC.

Lately I have been doing a little makin out here and there. Afterwards, the woman becomes completely insane and I don’t hear from them again. OK, the amount of makin out here is quite overstated but the crazy isn’t. Why can’t I be gay?

Importance

I want to be important.
I want to feel like Kennedy
or Kirk
or the Stones.
Instead I feel like glass.
Maybe I have to wait
until I’m dead like O’Toole.

Problem is he had someone who loved
him that fought for his cause
and all I got is a couple cats.

I am Jack’s sandy vagina

So, there is this cute little Japonese girl that works by my place of business that, as far as I can tell, is “totally crushing” on me. She’s awesome and is always flirting, so why can I not just go he extra few inches and ask her out? Oh yeah, I’ve a huge pussy. Now I remember.

I made you a video, but I eated it.

I just made an update video, because it is much less work than typing. I uploaded it and it was too dark to actually see, much less enjoy. I killed it.

Things that have happened?

Well, me and the lady split up.

I got a new job and it’s made of hate and I wish to explode it.

I stopped writing. Not by choice mind you. Nothing comes to me anymore. I miss the words fighting for attention in my head. The chaos from which one line may claim victory. It’s all gone.

The band is back together. We played our first show back from a 2.5 year hiatus. It was AWESOME! People still singing every song. Best night in forever.

I still love booze and floozies.

I found I still really care about someone in my past and it hurts. Boo hurt.

I hope you are all well. I miss sitting here and writing, but I am made of lame. I’m sorry. I still read your blogs. Promises.

So much, so little.

Hey there neighbors! A lot has happened since I last spoke to you.

1. I got a new tattoo
2. I started an experiment. More on that in a bit.
3. I will be having a review at my current job next week.
4. I have a job interview at my old school next week as well. Admissions.
5. I no longer speak to stupid girls that are not worth my awesome time.

Yeah. That tattoo is hot, I know. Nothing like a tattoo on the pasty bicep of an Irishman to really wet the panties. This ones on me, ladies.

So, my stupid experiment. I have never been addicted to anything. I decided I need to be for the life experience. Drugs have ever had a sirens voice for me, so I decided to take up smoking. Retarded, right? I know. I will smoke until June 3rd. That is three months. Long enough to form the habit and the chemical addiction. Then I will stop. I want to know what it feels like. I tend to write sometimes, and I can’t write about something I don’t understand. Plus, cigarettes have always been something I pine for. My entire family smoked. I’m sure this doesn’t make sense to many people, but it’s something I’m doing for the knowledge. I know I can stop. I’m fucking stubborn. I guess time will tell.

Next week is gonna be busy.

• Sunday: Rule22 show!
• Monday: Lovers In Arms show!
• Tuesday: Job interview and heading to Duffy’s with some pals for cheap beer and dollar burgers.
• Wednesday: Current job review and seeing an old pals band Room 101. I have totally wanted to make out with the singer forever.

Wallet, don’t fail me now! How I’m gonna fit all of this around my busy work/masturbation schedule is beyond me.