At the close of business tomorrow, I will have worked here for 5 years.
I just got back from an after-lunch walk as I was feeling quite stuffed. I did think about the job and what it's brought me but it was fleeting. I let random images, thoughts and memories float across the eyes.
As peristalsis kicked it, I felt better and started an internal campaign for walk more often.
I'm done raging.
hahahahahaha.....Full Tilt crashed!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
Apolitical
For most of my life, that was one of many adjectives that describes me. Nowadays, I'm becoming a baby-killing-left-winger, so those hateful-deluded-right-wingers would have you think. Really, it's my watching A Daily Show with Jon Stewart and The Colbert Report that I've gotten more politically sensitive about this beloved country of mine.
In a CNN online article today: "Romney took aim at McCain's past record of teaming up with Democrats on campaign finance reform, immigration legislation,...an energy cap and trade-bill."
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THAT?
I would hope that my elected representative would work together to stamp out lobbyists whose bosses are the fucking wealthy because legislation usually don't help the public. I'm willing to bet that there isn't one $2,000+ tailored suit wearing sumbitch in D.C. working to get health insurance for the uninsured or to lower the cost of healthcare.
Both sides probably have good ideas that, if meshed together, could keep this country from being a sponge for immigrants. It's unfair to the illegals that they're doing the shit jobs that fat, lazy and poorly-educated Americans won't do. Instead of working the unpaid border patrol, pick some fucking fruits, veggies or cotton.
There's got to be something wrong with alternative fuels because only the leftists and hippies are into that shit. Conservatives don't believe in conservatism. The status quo of gas-guzzlers canNOT be messed with. We must preserve and CONSERVE our right to maintain our addiction. What a travesty to see a fucking hippy driving them fairy-ass gas-sippers! Real God-fearing-STD-carrying men drive pick-ups and monster trucks!
The essence of outsourcing is someone offering to do it better and cheaper. Broke-ass foreigners, who worked hard to earn their degrees, are willing to get the job done even at a lower price. But these stupid jerks wished they was Americans so they takes our American jobs that I can't do. That's just messed up. Go back to where yous was and learn to love our American french fries!
While Rodney continues to be an idiot and get hisself in trouble, his famous question remains unanswered and ignored: why can't we just get along?
"Seriously" - asked/answered/commented by Meredith Grey
Obama, Hilary and Johnnie E were getting along. Then BLAM!. Each one of them wanted to the choke the shit out of the other. John McC is getting blasted for wanting to work with his fellow Americans? While I might not agree with a bunch of his positions, I don't see how I'm convinced to vote for Mighty Cap Gun Hunter Mitty.
I'm secretly wishing that Bloomie and Hagel will get together and make a run for 1600 PA Ave.
In the meantime, I continue to daydream like John Dorian.
In a CNN online article today: "Romney took aim at McCain's past record of teaming up with Democrats on campaign finance reform, immigration legislation,...an energy cap and trade-bill."
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THAT?
I would hope that my elected representative would work together to stamp out lobbyists whose bosses are the fucking wealthy because legislation usually don't help the public. I'm willing to bet that there isn't one $2,000+ tailored suit wearing sumbitch in D.C. working to get health insurance for the uninsured or to lower the cost of healthcare.
Both sides probably have good ideas that, if meshed together, could keep this country from being a sponge for immigrants. It's unfair to the illegals that they're doing the shit jobs that fat, lazy and poorly-educated Americans won't do. Instead of working the unpaid border patrol, pick some fucking fruits, veggies or cotton.
There's got to be something wrong with alternative fuels because only the leftists and hippies are into that shit. Conservatives don't believe in conservatism. The status quo of gas-guzzlers canNOT be messed with. We must preserve and CONSERVE our right to maintain our addiction. What a travesty to see a fucking hippy driving them fairy-ass gas-sippers! Real God-fearing-STD-carrying men drive pick-ups and monster trucks!
The essence of outsourcing is someone offering to do it better and cheaper. Broke-ass foreigners, who worked hard to earn their degrees, are willing to get the job done even at a lower price. But these stupid jerks wished they was Americans so they takes our American jobs that I can't do. That's just messed up. Go back to where yous was and learn to love our American french fries!
While Rodney continues to be an idiot and get hisself in trouble, his famous question remains unanswered and ignored: why can't we just get along?
"Seriously" - asked/answered/commented by Meredith Grey
Obama, Hilary and Johnnie E were getting along. Then BLAM!. Each one of them wanted to the choke the shit out of the other. John McC is getting blasted for wanting to work with his fellow Americans? While I might not agree with a bunch of his positions, I don't see how I'm convinced to vote for Mighty Cap Gun Hunter Mitty.
I'm secretly wishing that Bloomie and Hagel will get together and make a run for 1600 PA Ave.
In the meantime, I continue to daydream like John Dorian.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
So far, so good....
It is now the 40th hour mark. I am faring much better than last year. It's probably because my will is stronger. Though I will admit to wanting to just give it up for a smooth toke or five.
Today's lunch coma is more pronounced that yesterday's. I think it's the body wondering where all the nicotine and seeing as there's no new supply, it's allowing the body to power down. In fact, I nodded off several times while writing this.
I'm awake now as work is slowly piling up. The new guy is taking a different approach this year and promised the Penguin that we'll put on $100 (a personal goal that I reached by June 30, 2007). However, given the current environment, the $50-$50 split may not be so easy. Plus, given my competitiveness, I'd probably want to close at least $75 just to keep my shine.
It's mighty cold today, so please get wrapped up.
Today's lunch coma is more pronounced that yesterday's. I think it's the body wondering where all the nicotine and seeing as there's no new supply, it's allowing the body to power down. In fact, I nodded off several times while writing this.
I'm awake now as work is slowly piling up. The new guy is taking a different approach this year and promised the Penguin that we'll put on $100 (a personal goal that I reached by June 30, 2007). However, given the current environment, the $50-$50 split may not be so easy. Plus, given my competitiveness, I'd probably want to close at least $75 just to keep my shine.
It's mighty cold today, so please get wrapped up.
Monday, December 31, 2007
Last day
And I'm actually in the office at 815AM. That's because I got home at 700AM this morning after yet another marathon of rubbing tiles with the family, 16 on both Saturday and Sunday nights. Strangely, I'm awake but feel quite wired and I'm abstaining from caffeinated beverages. I think the four cups of noir is still working.
It's a beautiful morning with the overnight showers having moved into the Atlantic Ocean. The cold crisp winter air is so clean that I'm filling my lungs. But not fully. I'm quite motivated this morning to finally quit smoking. In the past, I've always rationalized that I'm only going to stop as I will smoke again after certain events. However, recent research has moved me towards fully embracing the complete and total cessation of the habit.
It will certainly be a trying January 2008 as last January was really fucking hard. I wanted to rip people's faces off, especially in the office. I think the difference is I wanted to stop last year whereas I believe I NEED to stop. Period.
So I ask my friends who read this to bear with me and to encourage me to stay clean. Thank you in advance. Have a wonderful forthcoming 2008!
The Rationale:
It's a beautiful morning with the overnight showers having moved into the Atlantic Ocean. The cold crisp winter air is so clean that I'm filling my lungs. But not fully. I'm quite motivated this morning to finally quit smoking. In the past, I've always rationalized that I'm only going to stop as I will smoke again after certain events. However, recent research has moved me towards fully embracing the complete and total cessation of the habit.
It will certainly be a trying January 2008 as last January was really fucking hard. I wanted to rip people's faces off, especially in the office. I think the difference is I wanted to stop last year whereas I believe I NEED to stop. Period.
So I ask my friends who read this to bear with me and to encourage me to stay clean. Thank you in advance. Have a wonderful forthcoming 2008!
The Rationale:
- Life gets better because we become older, supposedly wiser and more aware.
- Smoking will shorten it worse than the other diseases because it was self-inflicted.
- Don't be a stupid ass anymore.
Friday, December 28, 2007
This Year's Eve
Will be the 21st consecutive Eve on which I could be partying. There's a slight possibility that I will. However, I also don't want to do anything. The proverbial "been there, done that" is making a strong case to just stay in and relax. Perhaps if the Eve were a Thursday, I would probably get myself out there and tear it up a bit. One day to recover isn't a lot at my age. I don't want to have residuals on Wednesday as I stroll into the office. It doesn't help that I haven't done any work since the end of November.
Hopefully, I'll get the next 3 DVDs from Netflix on Monday. I might just open a bottle of my favorite cabernet and fire up a ribeye. That's sounding like a good idea.
What are fellow bloggers doing this coming Monday?
Hopefully, I'll get the next 3 DVDs from Netflix on Monday. I might just open a bottle of my favorite cabernet and fire up a ribeye. That's sounding like a good idea.
What are fellow bloggers doing this coming Monday?
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Ho ho ho...hum....
Just two months ago, the whips were cracking and we were behind budget. Was told to put $32.5 on, so my boss and I got cracking. Three weeks later, we had $30.5 set up. Booya!
Right after Thanksgiving, the powers-that-be must have ingested some funky-ass grub laced with retardness because they told us to do nothing until 2 January 2008. Huh?
Apparently, the loan-to-deposit ratio will get skewed and that will mess with some other metric and blah, blah, blah.
Since then it's been reading the New York Times, working on various levels of difficulty of Sudoku, Full-Tilting, blogging, online shopping and chatting. Also, there are those silly applications on Facebook to play with and Stumble, a great nifty toolbar thingy to numb the ennui.
Even then, there's only so much anti-short-attention-span pills one can take.
While I shouldn't complain about having to do nothing and getting paid, the crappy part is having to suit up Monday to Thursday to do nothing. Boo!
Happy Holidays!
Right after Thanksgiving, the powers-that-be must have ingested some funky-ass grub laced with retardness because they told us to do nothing until 2 January 2008. Huh?
Apparently, the loan-to-deposit ratio will get skewed and that will mess with some other metric and blah, blah, blah.
Since then it's been reading the New York Times, working on various levels of difficulty of Sudoku, Full-Tilting, blogging, online shopping and chatting. Also, there are those silly applications on Facebook to play with and Stumble, a great nifty toolbar thingy to numb the ennui.
Even then, there's only so much anti-short-attention-span pills one can take.
While I shouldn't complain about having to do nothing and getting paid, the crappy part is having to suit up Monday to Thursday to do nothing. Boo!
Happy Holidays!
Monday, December 17, 2007
Update
While they've hid the sign, the 2-for-$3 sale was still on. And they corrected the $3.29. I paid $3.25 for two sausage egg mcmuffins today at that silly McDonald's in Chinatown.
YAY!
YAY!
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Subway Sardines
Four years ago, I left Manhattan to become a Brooklynite again. The daily commute was easy as it is 1 local and 3 express stops. My hours were 9 to 5, then 9 to 6 but it didn't bother me. Occasionally, I'd quip about the funk of getting onto the express train. I thought it was crowded then.
Holy smokes! It's much worse today. I'd estimate a 25% increase, easily. As I was filing up the staircase this morning, I wondered if there was an opposite or negative or mirror word for "serendipity". I searched for a word while musing if moving work hours to 830-530 was actually an unintended good thing but suck balls because:
-I grown fond of sleeping and am often late. I stroll in around 930 and could care less what they say;
-being on the platform at 740AM under the new hours was crowd-light and, occasionally, I saw my cousin taking her daughter to school; and,
-there was a cutie who I think I knew from grade school but couldn't be sure. Eventually, she stopped showing up and I presumed that she moved.
Since Monday, I found myself back on the old 9-to-5 schedule AND when I was on time. Holy smokes, it was packed.
What will it be like in another 4 years? I would dread having to push myself to 8 to 6 hours just the avoid the morning rush.
Who saw Nip/Tuck last night? Aren't the writers doing a fabulous job this season? Also, which Beauty and the Geek would you vote for? It's a toss-up for me.
Holy smokes! It's much worse today. I'd estimate a 25% increase, easily. As I was filing up the staircase this morning, I wondered if there was an opposite or negative or mirror word for "serendipity". I searched for a word while musing if moving work hours to 830-530 was actually an unintended good thing but suck balls because:
-I grown fond of sleeping and am often late. I stroll in around 930 and could care less what they say;
-being on the platform at 740AM under the new hours was crowd-light and, occasionally, I saw my cousin taking her daughter to school; and,
-there was a cutie who I think I knew from grade school but couldn't be sure. Eventually, she stopped showing up and I presumed that she moved.
Since Monday, I found myself back on the old 9-to-5 schedule AND when I was on time. Holy smokes, it was packed.
What will it be like in another 4 years? I would dread having to push myself to 8 to 6 hours just the avoid the morning rush.
Who saw Nip/Tuck last night? Aren't the writers doing a fabulous job this season? Also, which Beauty and the Geek would you vote for? It's a toss-up for me.
Friday, November 16, 2007
McDonalds Update
I finally made it to the other McDonalds this morning. I didn't see a sign up so I asked the woman behind the counter if the special was still on. This is her reply:
"Yes, but it's 2 for $4 here."
Wonderful!
"Yes, but it's 2 for $4 here."
Wonderful!
Monday, November 12, 2007
Chinatown McDonalds
This morning I went to the McDonalds on Bowery Street to get 2 sausage egg mcmuffin for $3 as has been advertised on television. When the manager (so she seems since she wasn't sporting any standard fry girl or big mac gear) told me the cost was $3.57, I knew something was wrong. Despite a large sign behind the counter clearly stating that it was 2 for $3, she said that the register was showing $3.29 plus $0.28 in tax. She couldn't do anything about it but said that I could order something else or pay $2.59 for one sandwich.
Since it's been a while, I paid the $3.57. Plus, my friend rolled her eyes and said "it's only 30 cents more." Still, it's the principal. When I got home, I realized that I should have asked for a receipt.
I'm going to the other McDonalds in the Chinatown tomorrow morning to see if they're charging $3.57 too. If so, I'm definitely asking for a receipt.
Since it's been a while, I paid the $3.57. Plus, my friend rolled her eyes and said "it's only 30 cents more." Still, it's the principal. When I got home, I realized that I should have asked for a receipt.
I'm going to the other McDonalds in the Chinatown tomorrow morning to see if they're charging $3.57 too. If so, I'm definitely asking for a receipt.
Monday, November 05, 2007
Two fingers in the nose and pull...
I want to rip this guy's face off this morning. The sonofabitch doesn't seem to want to do any critical credit analysis of proposals written up by myself or my boss or my other sales colleagues. Rather, his modus operandi is to point out negative comments from external sources and to embellish with his broken English. How the fuck are we going to get things done if he "recommends" deals but litters his write-up with fuck-shit-up bombs? This guy doesn't seem to understand nor grasp the idea that if deals get done and the portfolio grows, everyone gets paid. Stupid fuck.
By the way, his name is Geoffrey. I think it means "Get fucked by me" and "I'm just a cocksucker." Either way, I'll gladly welcome suggestions on how to rearrange his fucking face and/or to boot him from the company.
By the way, his name is Geoffrey. I think it means "Get fucked by me" and "I'm just a cocksucker." Either way, I'll gladly welcome suggestions on how to rearrange his fucking face and/or to boot him from the company.
Friday, November 02, 2007
0.8 Chic
As usual, I glance around the subway car to see what folks are there and what they might be doing. Then I return to reading the Times. This morning, a mother was nervously watching three kids (presumably hers since they looked varied in age). Upon my arrival, I glimpsed a woman dolled up with neatly coiffed hair just above her set scarf over her peacoat shouldering her Tumi (I'm guessing here) tote bag while donning jeans and pointed shoes. As my standards are low, I'd probably hit it.
Going with the exiting flow, I found myself behind her and came to the conclusion that I wouldn't hit it. Why? Because she didn't smell nice. In fact, she didn't have any scent to go with her chic-ness. Thus, 0.8 is subtracted.
As some friends told me once, you need to have standards, even the bare minimum. For me, it would be a mild and positive scent.
Going with the exiting flow, I found myself behind her and came to the conclusion that I wouldn't hit it. Why? Because she didn't smell nice. In fact, she didn't have any scent to go with her chic-ness. Thus, 0.8 is subtracted.
As some friends told me once, you need to have standards, even the bare minimum. For me, it would be a mild and positive scent.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
The Force wasn't strong enough until...
I accosted these rebel scums...
Threatening them with imprisonment, I was bribed....
Then I needed a cigarette...
Happy Halloween!
Threatening them with imprisonment, I was bribed....
Then I needed a cigarette...
Happy Halloween!
Friday, October 26, 2007
Da Duck gets LAMER...
In today's USAToday (online edition), I read this:
"President Bush accused Democratic lawmakers on Friday of wasting time by passing legislation to expand children's health coverage, knowing that he would veto it again. At the same time, he criticized Congress for failing to approve spending bills to keep the government running."
Let me see if I got my politics and angles correct...
Republicans are for a smaller government and lower taxes. Why then is he spending lots of our tax dollars to build the government, entailing an excessive amount of bureaucracy? Furthermore, a shitload of money is shifted to defense from programs that help our fellow Americans. So....why won't this fuckhead expand health coverage to our impoverished kids?
Possible explanation...
He is spending stupendous amounts of money (without raising taxes, I'll get to this later) on defense so that terrorists can't harm our sick and needy kids. He is protecting these kids' rights to suffer from (i) the lack of medical treatment and (ii) repetitive Nyquil/Robitussin dosing. To emphasis his benevolence, he has blocked or severely limited research into promising stem cell developments to cure sicknesses and diseases. The voice of God in his gut told him that he is the Decider and so he hath decided that these needy Americans need his ignorance and neglect to understand the suffering of Jesus Christ. After all, his evangelical base tells him that Rapture is soon upon us and that these ailing fools will be amongst the first welcomed into JC's bosom.
If the Rapture doesn't come for several decades, the neglected children will surely grow up and become a part of the massive labor force dedicated to paying off the debt burden he hath decided to unleash onto all Americans.
He is the coolest and smartest deciding fucking Duck. EVER!
"President Bush accused Democratic lawmakers on Friday of wasting time by passing legislation to expand children's health coverage, knowing that he would veto it again. At the same time, he criticized Congress for failing to approve spending bills to keep the government running."
Let me see if I got my politics and angles correct...
Republicans are for a smaller government and lower taxes. Why then is he spending lots of our tax dollars to build the government, entailing an excessive amount of bureaucracy? Furthermore, a shitload of money is shifted to defense from programs that help our fellow Americans. So....why won't this fuckhead expand health coverage to our impoverished kids?
Possible explanation...
He is spending stupendous amounts of money (without raising taxes, I'll get to this later) on defense so that terrorists can't harm our sick and needy kids. He is protecting these kids' rights to suffer from (i) the lack of medical treatment and (ii) repetitive Nyquil/Robitussin dosing. To emphasis his benevolence, he has blocked or severely limited research into promising stem cell developments to cure sicknesses and diseases. The voice of God in his gut told him that he is the Decider and so he hath decided that these needy Americans need his ignorance and neglect to understand the suffering of Jesus Christ. After all, his evangelical base tells him that Rapture is soon upon us and that these ailing fools will be amongst the first welcomed into JC's bosom.
If the Rapture doesn't come for several decades, the neglected children will surely grow up and become a part of the massive labor force dedicated to paying off the debt burden he hath decided to unleash onto all Americans.
He is the coolest and smartest deciding fucking Duck. EVER!
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Boston Legit
Right after watching Infernal Affairs 2 and 3, I popped open a Blue Moon and kicked back to watch Beauty and The Geek and Boston Legal that I DVR'ed. The smooth buzz came on just before Boston Legal started.
I am a fan of Spader's Shore. When the alchyhall hit, my random thoughts gathered and formed dreamlike profiles. Shore's current (and past) infatuation, Lorraine, reminds me a woman whose neck and legs, have delighted my innards, and she is also in the law business. I don't speak gibberish when around her but I so dig her being a blue-collar football-loving appropriately-cussing babe.
Shore's boss, Shirley, continues to evoke comparisons with a beloved friend who likes to control her environment. And similarly, she's in a relationship where she's "allowing" herself to be swayed by "allowing" him to be there. Regardless, there's a glow and the incandescence is growing. Cheers!
Certainly, the alcohol was flowing as I thought about how I was a bitch to someone recently. Just Friday night, I made a comment into space and she claimed that she wasn't a culprit. I rolled my eyes and said "I wasn't talking to you...the world doesn't revolve around you...it ain't all about you." I wondered if I should apologize.
As I write this, my feeling is: she can bite me. The infatuation is gone and I enjoyed it while it lasted. I won't "allow" myself to be warped by her. Otherwise, my private "Shirley" would slap me upside my head.
Movie review:
Infernal Affairs 2: wasn't a bad movie; reminded me a bit of Michael Corleone's consolidation of power
Infernal Affairs 3: should have been called "Madness Descent" and was sort of all over the place.
Kelly Chen is fantastically cute. Sammi Cheng was cuter when she was fuller. The American version sucked.
I am a fan of Spader's Shore. When the alchyhall hit, my random thoughts gathered and formed dreamlike profiles. Shore's current (and past) infatuation, Lorraine, reminds me a woman whose neck and legs, have delighted my innards, and she is also in the law business. I don't speak gibberish when around her but I so dig her being a blue-collar football-loving appropriately-cussing babe.
Shore's boss, Shirley, continues to evoke comparisons with a beloved friend who likes to control her environment. And similarly, she's in a relationship where she's "allowing" herself to be swayed by "allowing" him to be there. Regardless, there's a glow and the incandescence is growing. Cheers!
Certainly, the alcohol was flowing as I thought about how I was a bitch to someone recently. Just Friday night, I made a comment into space and she claimed that she wasn't a culprit. I rolled my eyes and said "I wasn't talking to you...the world doesn't revolve around you...it ain't all about you." I wondered if I should apologize.
As I write this, my feeling is: she can bite me. The infatuation is gone and I enjoyed it while it lasted. I won't "allow" myself to be warped by her. Otherwise, my private "Shirley" would slap me upside my head.
Movie review:
Infernal Affairs 2: wasn't a bad movie; reminded me a bit of Michael Corleone's consolidation of power
Infernal Affairs 3: should have been called "Madness Descent" and was sort of all over the place.
Kelly Chen is fantastically cute. Sammi Cheng was cuter when she was fuller. The American version sucked.
Monday, October 15, 2007
OMG, it's ONJ!
"A place where nobody dared to go, The love that we came to know They call it Xanadu
And now, Open your eyes and see, What we have made is real, We are in Xanadu
A million lights are dancing, And there you are, A shooting star, An everlasting world, And you're here with me, Eternally
Xanadu, your neon lights will shine, For you, Xanadu
The love, The echoes of long ago, You needed the world to know, They are in Xanadu
The dream, That came through a million years, That lived on through all the tears, It came to Xanadu
A million lights are dancing, And there you are, A shooting star, An everlasting world, And you're here with me, Eternally
Xanadu, Xanadu, (now we are here) In Xanadu
Xanadu, Xanadu, (now we are here) In Xanadu
Now that I'm here, Now that you're near in Xanadu
Now that I'm here, Now that you're near in Xanadu
Xanadu..."
Ecstatic nostalgia. In friggin HD too!
Sunday, October 07, 2007
The Force is with Me
TK0816 Reporting for Imperial duty...
What is your purpose here and where is your identification?
Freeze Rebel scum!
It just feels great to have gotten it done in a total of 3 afternoons. Many thanks to my namesake for his attention to detail and taking time from his family to do most of the work on this project. Cheers!
What is your purpose here and where is your identification?
Freeze Rebel scum!
It just feels great to have gotten it done in a total of 3 afternoons. Many thanks to my namesake for his attention to detail and taking time from his family to do most of the work on this project. Cheers!
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Becoming a StormTrooper
May the Force be with my namesake who is helping me to build my StormTrooper outfit.
Here are some pictures of the progress:
I should be a fully functional StormTrooper next Sunday.
Here are some pictures of the progress:
I should be a fully functional StormTrooper next Sunday.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Standards
I was told that I was acting very weird this morning. To top it off, "DAMN" was used to emphasize the particular degree of my weirdness. I don't mind these remarks and usually revel in them. However, I'm a bit more than annoyed.
It started with remarks presuming my being hungover today from yet another bout of unrestrained boozing. After the second swat of the allegations, it dawned on me that there exists a mental profile of me being a habitual booze-master. As I do enjoy my drinks with a certain passion, I am far from the daily lush. As it continued, I got the impression that I was being judged by a "I go near the fence but wouldn't dare touch it nor climb over it" person. In other words, a fucking talker and an err-on-the-safe-side person.
Grrrrr....I dislike these hide-behind-conservative-values folks who live vicariously through others' exploits and adventures while covertly wishing they had an ounce of moxie but overtly showing disdain and criticism. The top blew when it was asked "r u ok today? u wanna talk?"
Maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion. Maybe they're concerned. Maybe I am a lush.
Uh...fuck no. I have fun the way I like it. I'll apologize if it hurts anyone or anything. And thinking back on this person, I haven't judged them at all for the stupid shit they've done. Frankly, they should be the last to judge given their current state of flux. Hell, a drink or five would probably help them to see shit better and to express themselves.
Wanker.
It started with remarks presuming my being hungover today from yet another bout of unrestrained boozing. After the second swat of the allegations, it dawned on me that there exists a mental profile of me being a habitual booze-master. As I do enjoy my drinks with a certain passion, I am far from the daily lush. As it continued, I got the impression that I was being judged by a "I go near the fence but wouldn't dare touch it nor climb over it" person. In other words, a fucking talker and an err-on-the-safe-side person.
Grrrrr....I dislike these hide-behind-conservative-values folks who live vicariously through others' exploits and adventures while covertly wishing they had an ounce of moxie but overtly showing disdain and criticism. The top blew when it was asked "r u ok today? u wanna talk?"
Maybe I'm blowing this out of proportion. Maybe they're concerned. Maybe I am a lush.
Uh...fuck no. I have fun the way I like it. I'll apologize if it hurts anyone or anything. And thinking back on this person, I haven't judged them at all for the stupid shit they've done. Frankly, they should be the last to judge given their current state of flux. Hell, a drink or five would probably help them to see shit better and to express themselves.
Wanker.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Reconstruction
Weeks later, the folks are still trying to get their lives back together.
The city, state and federal government and their silly agencies haven't really helped. My friend's cousin's house (the one with the folks on their roof) got a measly $150 per person in the house. The rest of the money probably went to government cronies.
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