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Thursday, December 18, 2008

HHHHmmmm dead hooker sandwhich

You ever wonder what a dead hooker sandwich would taste like? If you just decided to broil up a lady of the night and serve her with a 40 of colt 45? Maybe just saw off a hepatitis infected leg and cook it like lamb? Yeah me either.


Sometimes i still have no idea who the fuck i am. I only have maybe four people i can actually call friends and the rest are people who i tolerate which reminds of lyrics from the fucking piano man "Yes, theyre sharing a drink they call loneliness But its better than drinkin alone". I dont know who the fuck i am or what i want from life other than to give my son a good life and ride his ass like my dad did mine to do good in life so your not stuck sucking in natural gas fumes off the pipe line like he did or to suck in all the wonderful chemicals in tarpaper and roofing like yours truly. I gotta go to work now because at least there i dont have to think of this shit and all i gotta do is move quick and be strong. (Word of advice the next person that even remotely annoys me is probably going to get knocked the fuck out im sore,sunburned,confused, and butthurt, and if i get paid today ill be drunk very drunk on top of this so that is all. Fuck it im out.

I will eat your children

Why the fuck do people contiune to try and run away from their weird little quirks and habits? Quit being a pussy you cant run or hide from your crazy so you might as well embrace it you know? I'm going to end my daily rant froma qoute from a crazy i was in rehab with "no matter where i go there i am" think about and quit being a giant gaping vagina and either embrace who you are or change into someone you want to be.

Inane ramblings

It's so much easier to call people out on their flaws than to sit down and look evaluate your own i know ive been guilty as fuck of this and im sure everyone else has too. Oh yeah and on a simlar note i suppose life gets alot easier when you start to see people for what and who they really are instead of who you want them to be because very seldom are they the same.

and on the 8th day god woke up to broken beer bottles and broken women

Although i claim to have my shit together so much these days not a day goes by where i dont learn something. Today i learned that when you try and run from your past and your problems they eventually will always catch up no matter how far or fast you run. I can't change who i was i can't really change who i am what i can change is this; no matter how small and trivial it may seem i try and be just a little bit of an asshole than i was the day before. Yes for me this will be a life long process but i assume that with time like everything else it will get easier and better. And to quote shitty movies " Don't take life too serious you'll never get out alive" Van Wilder i know i know a subpar movie but a great message hey we are only human and life is a journey enjoy it for all its ups AND downs and don't assume anything. Night y'all.

Jason? It's satan.. We've been expecting you

Jason this is lucifer we’ve been expecting you here is your upper management position

Isn't it weird when you wake up one day and your actually content and realize that your finally getting your shit together and starting to figure out how the world works? I may be broke as shit at the moment but that is a minor glitch in the plan I've come to realize that my intelligence and awesome word smithing skills are lost on a lot of you so i will try and water this down as much as possible. You cannot absolutely cannot sit around bitching about your life and then not go and do anything about it and start playing the coulda woulda shoulda whoa is me bullshit if your not actively trying to start the journey where you want to go. You think it was easy for me to pack a hobo ass garbage bag and move away? No not at all. Think it was easy leaving Deacon? no, not at all. You know why i did it anyways? Because when it came down to it you gotta quit running your man pleaser and step up to the plate when its time to sack up. I'm literally keeping track of all of you people back home home who are doing this exact whiney ass shit. If you question for a second if im talking to you than yes you are one the countless douches that im bitching about. Instead of whining all the time why don't you play in traffic? blow a curling iron? Whatever most of you people back there can't drag your fucking neanderthal knuckles high up enough to reach the key board so my point is kind of lost on half of you tard pups anyways.

wah wah wah

I'm tired not physically so much as mentally i have to keep lieing to myself and saying that this day will be better than the last. All though its a lie its the only thing that keeps me going. i'm tired of everyone else whining about their inane bullshit problems. Oh whats that life didnt turn out how you wanted it to? Congartufuckinglations u fucking morons its called life. What ever i can barely make rent and eat much less chew through all the weed i need to keep from beating the fuck out of you cocksuckers. Seriously the unabomber had it right for fucks sake. As soon as this lease is up im going to move to a shack in montana i swear to god. I have something to say to alot of douche nozzles but i would rather mail it if you know what i mean?

incoherent rambling stoner

"I would die for you, but i can't live for you." Try and take that in. I'm not sure if my randoms thoughts on life affect others people lives or not and it don't really matter at the end of the day i suppose, but think of it like this, you choose who you let into your life and show them your true weirdness and in return all you can do is hope that they let you into their own little fucked up world.

sea of suck part one

My roommate and best friend pointed out that while everyone was out learning basic communiciation and life skills my parents were teaching my anti life skills. Now that i am (glacially) maturing i am starting to realize that im going to have to un program and unfuck my head on a lot of things. On some fronts im light years ahead of the pack on dealing with relationships but on others im like an angry toddler that just gets angry and whines to get his way i think im like a retarded savant when it comes to people some times i really do. I wish there was an easy way to fix this but i brought it on myself in a way when i knew my life was fucked up i shouldn't have decided to delve into the wonderful world of doing enough cocaine to take down keith richards its just not a good idea. But we live and learn. I'm trying to unfuck my head i really am. To the few people past that didn't deserve the way i treated them i do apologize. I think that all two of you can figure out who you are. I'm tired of sitting here thinking everything is going to fall into place for me, if it was going to it would've by now. So starting today i'm going to make it a point to clean up my life, myself, and get a fresh start somewhere where i don't want to sodomize most people in my life with an electric turkey cutter. Where ever that is that i won't want to violently sodomize people is anyones guess my next attempt to do this is gonna be the texas coast. Good ol' boy texas at least there hopefully people will not be turned off by my not so hidden racism. I've lived higher highs and lower lows at 23 than most people get in life time and i accept that now im just going to try and go for some normalcy. The worst part of it all is that when all the booze coke and opiates are gone i still have to deal with myself. At least i know in my heart of hearts that i'm not a bad person. Just someone that got put into fucked up circumstances and i am finnally starting to see that and now that i've sorted through most of my personal baggage i can start to live my life as how i see fit. Fuck everyone else if they don't agree or like me any more. MY LIFE MY JOURNEY..... cocksuckers.

Stuck in a moment

i got u2s stuck in a moment in my head and its very fitting. I'm torn between staying here so rod doesn't lose the apt or going to attempt to go somewhere else to unfuck my self. I had every intention of booting out now i don't know if I can do it. Phsysically yes mentally probably not. I've tried so hard to help everyone else with their problems that i just let mine build and compound meh I gotta start figuring out whether i should listen to my head or my heart.

yeah uh huh and for sure

Now for starters let me tell you that anybody that burns nag champa is a dirty fucking hippie primed for redicule and torture. Did you ever smell something that your brain instantly converted to a memory that you didn't even realize you had? Thats what that dirty fucking smell did to me earlier. A couple years ago i had what was almost a dream job if the boss wasn't a nitrous huffing retard that is. Raise your hand if you can say that you worked at a porn/pipe shop and got paid relatively decent and what you didn't you made up for by taking "damage" goods? Yeah as much as i hate(d) the boss and the shitty same loop of shitty techno music that that half a fag was playing was made all worth while by the fact that i had the best job possible. If that business was run by somebody that was an inept social retard i would've died as manager i swear to god. Under the right circumstances working at a porn/pipe shop is a big limp dick staring you in the face, you just can't beat it.

damned midgets

Where are all the regular nine to five midgets? Ever notice if you see a midget It's a porn, serving drinks at a bar, or wrestling? I wish i was a goddamned midget then the gates of heaven would magically open and i would be flooded with a sea of diseased porn star poon. Ahh if only i had the genetic mishmash to have the weird stubby sausage fingers and the giant echolocation forehead. Thats the key to success people Those dirty tiny bastards try and make YOU feel guilty? Oh no now that they have been exposed we must unite and make them become wage slaves like the rest of us instead of pint sized drink servers. Viva la revolucion