| Saturday, November 21st, 2009 |
| 8:47 am |
awning
I was going to put up an 8x8 patio cover similar to the one we had at Beacon Hill, but there is no time before the housewarming party. Was going to do it yesterday, then Satan waved his wizard stick in my direction and 14 things I didn't want to deal with happened. Now I am hoping for the no-rain because our house is tiny. We may be packed shoulder to shoulder in here tomorrow if the weather is el suckamundo. Current Mood:  confused |
| Thursday, November 19th, 2009 |
| 9:43 am |
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| Monday, September 28th, 2009 |
| 10:56 am |
Dark side, light side
Want the bad news or the good news first? Well, you get the bad first 'cause I like to finish on a positive note. Been sick for a week with a lovely cold that has yet again nestled in my ears. Income is short 30 to 40 % from five consecutive lame days at work. Probably have to rob my savings to cover bills (insert poopy face with fart noise here). No play money for my weekend (poopier face and fartier noise). On the lighter side, I just saved a bunch of money by switching my address with Geico. Salamanders with Cockney accents are jumping for joy. My updated info saves me about ten bucks a month because I don't commute anymore. It has also been a good week for the 'brown chicken brown cow hubbabhubba yabbadabbadoo. We'll just leave it at that, shall we? Now I just have to figure out how to have a hoot for two days when I'm flat as a pancake and stuck in Seattle. Current Mood:  silly |
| Wednesday, July 29th, 2009 |
| 9:03 am |
broke and incommunicado
My phone finally ate the big one (with hollandaise). I can't even get my digits off the sim card. If you need to reach me you'll have to call Shorty's between noon and 4pm Wed. thru Sun. Or you can contact me here on the inter-nutz. I mostly check mindwrench@hotmail.com, but the netscape address still works also. Just wiped out a third of my savings from the last year to pay this month's bills. Still a bit short, but I covered the emergencies. The suck is biggening. Current Mood:  crappy |
| Sunday, July 5th, 2009 |
| 8:25 am |
age restrictions
America has serious control-freak issues. We like to dictate what you can do when. I do not believe this is helpful or useful in any way, Do you know what would happen if there were no age restrictions on anything? We'd be a little closer to being the free country we claim to be. Instead of age restrictions, maybe we should have IQ testing as a qualifying factor! Current Mood:  sleepy |
| Thursday, June 25th, 2009 |
| 6:11 pm |
All Done
My former Landlord has caused me so much inconvenience and loss of sleep; time; money- due to his inability to be timely, honest and straightforward, that I can only hope he burns down his house during remodel and for some reason the insurance won't pay out. If he had told me "Don't bother with cleaning, the place is getting gutted" I could have been done a week ago. Props for the help to those who answered the call. I am quit and shut of a rough chapter and can now go back to doing what normal people do. Great stuff like planning a dinner and going shopping. Normal stuff like laundry and brushing my teeth. No more 21 hour days doing shit I shouldn't have to. No more hemorrhaging money on a futile enterprise. Kinda wish I could stab someone in the groin with an icepick over all of this crap, but I'd be too weak from exhaustion to break the skin. Current Mood:  relieved |
| Tuesday, June 16th, 2009 |
| 2:08 am |
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| Saturday, June 6th, 2009 |
| 7:58 am |
So tired...
I is poopded. Progress has been good, still much to do. Have to be cleared out by the 15th. Monday and Tuesday will be intense hauling. The whole business is costly and exhausting. Wish I could take time out of work. No dice. Oh well... baby steps Current Mood:  exhausted |
| Friday, May 8th, 2009 |
| 7:47 am |
Happy international outdoor intercourse day!
The last two days at work rank among the lowest tip income days ever. We still haven't found anywhere we can move to. The landlord has sent us a nastygram about the late rent (HAH!!). The excreta has forcefully intersected with the rotary air circulator. Current Mood:  worried |
| Sunday, May 3rd, 2009 |
| 8:36 am |
Technically homeless
Work hard, take care of business. Pay rent reliably for five years running. Essentially, give a guy somewhere in the range of ninety large and the best he can do for us is "get out by the end of the month". No explanation, please and thank you. Offer of assistance? "We'll send you instructions about what cleaning needs to be done to maximize the amount of your deposit returned. Well, up yours, you coke-smoking psychotic turd. Anyhoo, I guess me and the G-monkey need to dispose of/ move something like 40,000 pounds of "goodstuff" in a hot hurry. I can't speak for Ginger on the matter, but I will be forfeiting an enormous quantity of my posessions. If you know of something I have that you'd like, give me a call. It might likely be for sale or givesy-awaysies. Current Mood:  annoyed |
| Thursday, April 2nd, 2009 |
| 8:51 am |
Well, that's fair...
I heard yesterday that local sales tax got increased. Since I am the ordering manager at Shorty's, I did a little nosing around on the Costco website. Cigarettes are the same price with one exception. My brand, Top tobacco, increased by over 100 percent. Current Mood:  infuriated |
| Thursday, February 26th, 2009 |
| 8:17 am |
Okay, Winter!
You can now officially go choke on a bag full of floppy dicks. Additionally, should one bag not be enough for you to choke upon, I can (as the ordering manager of a hot dog and pinball emporium) assure an unending supply of floppy dick-bags. Current Mood: unamused |
| Thursday, February 5th, 2009 |
| 10:25 pm |
free advice and worth every penny
Over and over, time and again, I keep hearing my father's words. A guideline given to me by an extraordinary man the like of whom the world shall never see again. I don't know where he came by it, but I can only assume the hard way: "Son, in this life you have a couple of choices- you can make yourself an asset or an asshole. Which do you think is gonna get you further?" I might not have executed that directive to the best of its intended purpose, but I recall it every day of my life and strive to uphold it and pass it on to others. Current Mood: reflective |
| Sunday, January 18th, 2009 |
| 8:43 am |
needing a caricature artist
I want to have a caricature rendering of a photo done in the style political cartoons and advertising from the Georgian through Victorian eras. |
| Wednesday, December 17th, 2008 |
| 8:28 am |
Numerology?
Shirley Ann Griswold (nee Thomson) b. 12/24/1936 - d. 12/14/1972 age: 36 I was six years old at the time. I am now 42 years old 12/14/2008: 36 years since her death. 12/24/2008: current age, had she survived: 72 2-6-7-8-12-14-24-36-42-72 Current Mood:  contemplative |
| Thursday, November 13th, 2008 |
| 12:36 am |
HAH! According to google, I live anywhere over a thousand miles from my present location, and under medical supervision at that!! Current Mood:  amused |
| 12:30 am |
I miss my dad. I used to think he was an asshole, but in retrospect I realize he was just frustrated and angry to have to live in a world full of ignorant, selfish fucktards. |
| 12:05 am |
dream
Just woke. On school bus, fighting to get off first, get home. Taking shortcut home through familiar yet strange neighborhood- realize it's because I haven't lived here in 25 years. Finally find my old house, expect I'll find nobody I know, but somehow my father still lives there. He's just leaving on a trip, but I catch him before he goes. He welcomes me, takes me into the old house to show me around. My stepmother doesn't live with him- he's all alone, but I don't know why. He's made massive remodeling changes to the house about which I compliment him for his ingenuity and industry. I query as to how he could afford such extensive mods and he explains that it was due to insurance settlements from his prior injuries. He tells me he wouldn't have made out so good except for the pain and suffering angle, and that he actually had to go to a specialist to have the hairs of his head accounted to reveal his emotional stress level of the recent years. I explain that they only count one square inch and multiply to attain an average figure. Then I suggest that they should have counted my hairs and we could have really made out like bandits. Pops and I have a helluva good laugh together over that one and then I wake up, write this. Huh.... Current Mood: good, I thinkCurrent Music: something playing in my head, but not loud enough to make out |
| Wednesday, June 25th, 2008 |
| 8:15 am |
History Channel
According to this Bastion of Accurate Information, beer is thirteen times more radioactive than the effluent from a nuclear power plant. Current Mood: goofy |
| Wednesday, May 14th, 2008 |
| 9:41 am |
Dream theme
Been having dreams about wanting to rebuild decrepit structures (a house, a work shed) and being frustated for want of materials. Huh. Current Mood: ? |
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