In my seemingly unending streak of mishappenings this week, I seem to have lost the email address you gave me and am having a hell of a time finding any old work that would be pertinent to the job. But if you would like and if you so happen to read this, shoot me off an email and I’d be happy to dismantle the back end of this site to show you some work.
Thanks.
I’ve called just about every person in my phone. I set plans with two people, so I could have one as a backup. Both cancelled. My grandmother invited me over for dinner (My favorite dinner to boot.) but by the time I was informed that the two different people I had made an engagement were doing other things, it was too late.
I got paid. It’s Saturday. I got dressed up really nice. Tie and everything. My good hell I look good. And I know it. And now I’m stuck here.
I don’t want to play a computer game.
I don’t want to just sit here either.
I don’t really feel like playing with my penis either, which is almost always a sure fire way out of boredom if only for a little while.
I don’t however, like to be the kind of person who just sulks and feels sorry for himself. So help me out here.
Where can I go to meet new people who are:
A) not affiliated with the Area 51 club?
B) not out of their fucking minds? (See above.)
C) have at least a trace of intellect?
Even my most recent friends have seemingly lost all interest.
I’m going to be sitting here in my nice shirt with my shoes on until 2:00 AM tonight huh?
:(
I don’t think I’m ever going to not wear a tie ever again. I love this damn thing. I learned how to tie a french knot that is very unique. I wish I had a camera so I could show you. No. My webcam is of an extremely poor quality.
The amount of difference it makes to my standard attire and look is astounding. Aside from the fact that I look even more like Neo then ever before, I think it looks damn good.
I spent some time at Barnes and Noble today and I was hit on. Twice!
Coincidence?
… Yeah probably.
So the hearing for the case against my two dogs Lady and Bō was today. The only person who was there to witness the incident of our two dogs attacking the neighbors dog was my brother Shaun. When we all arrived at the courthouse, we found that Shaun had taken it upon himself to not show up for the hearing. Because he did not give animal control a witness statement, and because he did not show up today, we had no evidence to present to the court while the city had the the witness statements from the other party. It was their word against ours, and we had none to offer. Shaun’s repeated negligence and lack of respect or feelings for anyone else makes me want to do to him what will happen to my dogs in a few hours. As both of my family’s pitbulls will be put down today at 3:00 PM.
I hated my brother before. I have no brother now.
They are good dogs. When I went to see her she was so scared. I still can’t get the sound of Lady’s whining and barking at me at Animal Control out of my head. She wants to come home so badly.
I’ve received three bribe letters from TPUSA in the last month. Telling me that they have new management, etc. etc. and that I should go back to work for them. And I gotta be honest, I’m thinking about it. I enjoyed working at Clearwire immensely. But of course now that I’ve been gone and I know all the bullshit the went on behind my back, I kind of want to call them up and tell them where to put it.
Hmm…
Between listening to Vann fuck an obnoxiously loud girl in the next room and not being able to have any company of my own when by all odds I should. I can’t decide if I want to be upset or laugh. I think I’ll stick to laughing but that isn’t going to stop me from explaining why I’m irritated.
Heh. I went to the liquor store with Cassie earlier today. She basically bought me a bottle of Jack and some bitch beers. So far I’ve drank most of the Wine Coolers. Fuzzy Navels. Yes. I’ve had three of them. I’d get the last one, but the cooler is in Vann’s room…
Anyway she said that she would call me later after she got back from Cody’s little get together, and that we would go eat or something. Both me and Vann immediately called her on the fact that she would never call. And uh, since it’s 2:20 AM, I’m pretty sure we were right. Like I expected us not to be for a split second. (Sarcasm intended.) Even though it was almost 100% expected. It still bothers me. I don’t ever do anything, so the mere prospect of having any sort of plans gave me a big rubbery one for a time. But hey, it’s Cassie. It’s always been like this with her.
Because I knew that Cassie would no doubt be unheard of for the rest of the day, I immediately attempted to make other plans. But at the time could not because I didn’t want to draw anymore Vann bullshit by having Stevie over when he was here. Later I find out that Vann intended to bring a friend over. So now that I knew that Vann would be occupied, I invited Stevie over. I invited her at… 10:00 PM tonight. She got to her phone… Four hours later. (Two hours after my initial text message.) When she then informed me that she was away from her phone and that her reason for not wanting to hang out with me was “it’s getting late.”
Now that just doesn’t seem fair. Am I wrong to think that?
I went way further out of my way then usual to make plans today, and here I am. Unsatisfied. Alone. Dressed. Ready to go. Waited all day to see anyone at all, and it is now late. There’s nothing but a computer monitor and a blog for company.
I’m actually talking to Stevie now. But I hate begging and trying to convince someone to come see me. It takes away the whole reason for me wanting to see them. So I guess Stevie will just “go back to the couch”.
Television: 1
Me: 0
Who loses out to a television?
…Weak.
Fun fact: In the time it’s taken me to write this, the girl in the next room has said “fuck” 46 47 times. Nice. At least someone’s getting some eh? :P
I love this whole thing going on with Don Imus right now. It’s ludicrous how we gang up on people like this for saying something inapproporiate only because they have the capacity to insult people on a larger scale. That shouldn’t make the words themselves be worse then they were. People say the offensive things all the time. We all see it on a daily basis. But every time something like this happens and a media icon makes the same infraction, someone breaks out a podium that they had on their person, and a press conference ensues. The media and then rest of the suckers who feed on following celebrities and scandals wrongfully rip the person apart like a pack of hyenas.
I will say that some of the things said, should probably not have been said. But, the fact that it was said on radio or television (although obviously increases the number of people subjected to something they found offensive) shouldn’t make it any more significant of an insult. Did they insult YOU? Were YOU effected by this? No. No you weren’t. The only people that need to be involved in this particular incident should be Mr. Imus, His superiors, and the Rutgers Women’s Basketball team.
Have you all nothing better to do? Do you have so much free time that you actually have to make it a point to ruin someone’s credibility and job over some stupid shit that should have meritted nothing more then a slap on the wrist and a sanction?
For those who think otherwise: On every piece of electronic media, there is a button that allows you to change the channel. Utilize it and shut the fuck up.
Sweet. Got my hands on this a week before release.
Oh wait. I should probably listen to it huh?
…it’s like there’s party going on and everyone was invited, except for you. And you just so happen to be walking by that house in the rain.
So naturally the most reasonable thing to do, rather then meet new people, make new friends, go to some kind of social gathering, is to feel sorry for yourself, be angry at your friends, burn bridges, and force yourself to be apathetic.
So Vann basically just told me he doesn’t want to be my friend anymore completely out of left field. After two days of argument and trying to figure out what the fuck is going though his head, I’m pretty sure that’s it. Kinda feels like a break-up being that I’ve known him so long. But after he the threats and bullshit, I really don’t know what to do to even if he came home and said sorry. At 2:00 AM tonight, Im going to have to deal with him sitting across from me at the other computer. Half of me wants to wait for him to come through the door and break one of those fluorescent bulbs in his eyes and see if I can attempt to communicate in his native tongue of pain, suffering and torment. And the other half wants to forgive him and let it go. I still don’t know what I did. I believe I haven’t done anything. But although I’m willing to take full fault and blame against my better judgement, I doubt he’d go for it.
Awkward people. Awkward. I’ve dodged it the last couple of nights at Stevie’s house. Her parents had perfect timing in leaving town for a week and ergo providing me with a temporary santuary away from this house.
You know I was going to try and write something to keep the rhythm or something. But it’s just not working.
Not too much going on today. Still trying to get hold of thos bastards uptown who don’t seem to be too keen on returning calls. And I’m growing more and more tired of the game where I hope they are going to call me, so from now on I’m just going to call until I get a yes or no answer out of them concerning the job I want.
So someone shot me an email to congratulate me on finally making the Alexa traffic ranking system. I checked it out and I’m ranked at: 5,109,451
Of the roughly 80 million estimated websites out there. I’m in the 16th percentile.
And who would of thought that’d happen from random musings and useless banter? More to come as I find the boredom and reason.
I remember when I was dating my ex, I often asked myself, “I wonder if there is better.” A few years down the line, it’s funny to imagine I ever thought that. She’ll have her first million by 30. I know it. :P
Time for my bi-annual ritual of wearing all white. April Fools Day.