Adventures suck sometimes :(

This'll be brief, due to my being mobile at the mo'.

I spent all of last week stranded in Edmond, due to my car hating me and Will offering to help repair it. What I thought was going to be a weekend of us working on the car turned into a week of making sure we hadn't broken anything! But, we did accomplish what we set out to, so I'm grateful. :)
What I didn't enjoy was Denae's standoffishness, her apparent inability to cope with reality without drugs, and Will's placation of her to the point that he's emotionally submissive yet subversive.
Now, believe me, I'm no pillar of mental stability, but being Empathic allows me a certain sense for these things. If you can't handle life without needing to chemically alter your perception of everything, then how can you really LIVE your life...? I posit this question not only for my benefit, but for the benifit of those I love and care for deeply.

The car's running just fine now, with the help of a very friendly man named Johnny. He's a GM Certified Tech, and was able to properly re-time my beast with no issue! I just wish the whole ordeal hadn't've been fraught with so much tension and discomfort. My hope is that we all have learned something from this, and that we grow towards being better people.

I hate you all, too.

Fuck this guy for writing it, and fuck Maya for stealing it, but fuck you if you don't read it.

"I don't care what colour you are. I don't care where you're from. I don't care what you do for a living. I don't care what class you are, how you dress, what you smoke or drink or who you know or whom you've fucked.
I hate you all. I hate every last living, breathing, snot and feces producing, promiscuously copulating, celebrity obsessed, opinionated one of you. From right here in Toronto right around the planet and back, coast to coast, nationwide and internationally. Every. Single. Last. One. Of. You.
Fuck love. Fuck your insipid grasping at some abstract concept of chemical imbalances and reasonless actions, fumbling around in the crowd trying to find some cinematic supposition for real human interaction. Fuck lust, too. Fuck you all, from the lowlife dirtbags that think dropping trou and waving the little soldier in a sloppy arc is a pick-up line to the sniveling of the desperate 'nice guys' who never get the girl due to a total lack of testosterone grown stones. Fuck you all, from the crazy, under dressed sluts that judge a persons character by the price of their shirt, right down to the fat, flabby chicks that think personality is enough.
Fuck you drivers, for thinking that a yellow light is a sign that says 'step on the gas'. Fuck you wheelmen and women that think it's okay to sit in a left hand turn in the middle of morning traffic, even though there is a protected left in the intersections before and after where you need to make your turn. Fuck you too cyclists - you're not exempt from the traffic laws just because your peddling, you miserable spandex covered neon reflective fucks. Fuck you too, pedestrians. Use the fucking crosswalk if you don't want to get hit, and use it before the little countdown clock says '3'. You don't have enough goddamn time to lope across four lanes of traffic.
Fuck you chick on your cellphone. Fuck you attitude packed minimum-wager that makes my coffee. Fuck you cops that spend all their time handing out speeding tickets. Fuck you douche bag doing ten over the limit in the passing lane on the highway. Fuck you lady using exact change at the counter at the grocery store. Fuck you kids having a conversation in the doorway. And fuck you also for not getting the fuck out of your designated handicapped seat when a pregnant or elderly person gets on the fucking bus.
Fuck taxes. Fuck welfare. Fuck the whole selfish, over politicized and party driven government system. I'm sick and fucking tired of policies and new laws with seven hundred bylaws that nobody but you and your cabinet reads. Fuck you councilors and your stupid 'district improvement' plans. Fuck you unions, for asking for so much and giving nothing more that what you already give. Fuck the whole process that allows people who are supposed to be working for us work for interests that only benefit the next campaign. Fuck your short-sightedness, your rush to the bandwagons, and your incessant arguing over fuck all. Fuck the parties, fuck the conventions, and fuck your campaigns. Do some real fucking work for a change.
Fuck you bottles of water. You're water. You're not worth two fucking dollars.
Fuck you trendsetters, fuck you fashionistas. Fuck your little dogs and and your idiotic outfits. Fuck your high heels in the snow. Fuck your five dollar coffees and your fifteen dollar veggie burgers. Fuck your health kick, your diet or your fucking new interest in kickboxing or sushi.
Fuck your culture. Fuck your race. Fuck your sense of entitlement. Fuck your sense of uniqueness. Fuck you all for the belief that you have something unique and interesting to contribute. Fuck you for filling the internet with your useless garbage. Fuck your blogs, your wikis, your forums. Fuck your name calling. And most of all, fuck whatever you believe. It's all wrong. Fuck it.
Fuck your complaints. Fuck your addictions. Fuck your dependencies. Fuck your pain. Fuck your tears. Fuck selling whatever it is you sell. Fuck your manipulation of others. Fuck movies. Fuck fucking. Fuck everything you own. Fuck your allergies. Fuck your stupid commons sense. Fuck your spelling and fuck your lack of education, or your ignorance, whatever is applicable.
I don't give a fuck. Shut the fuck up and just get on with it."

I'm on a Boat

motherfucker, and don't you ever forget!

I'm glad things've been going so well lately, and for those that've been touched by that Hand of Fate. But, you still pick your own path, no matter how you're told you should follow it.

For those that've had it rough, I offer my condolences. There's light on the other side of that mountain... so keep climbing! :)

Ugh

The weekend has gone fine, but... I just want it to be simple again.

))<>((

This entry will be several things:

• That 25 random whatevers thing that's going around the ol' FB.
• The tale of my brief reemployment at Fuji on Brookside.
• Whatever-the-fuck-else I wanna write in here, because it's my blog?
• Puppies.

I make no guarantees that everything listed will show up, but I'll do my best. Also, any pictures, whether borrowed or stolen (or my own?) are copyright whoever they belong to.


Here're 25 things about me. I hope they're enlightening to you, or anyone!

1. I like to smoke pot. I really, really like it. It helps me focus and keeps me sane!
2. I miss my cat, Galvin.
3. I regret getting married as early as I did, but I don't regret the experience of it, at all.
4. From reading the internet, and consulting friends, I've come to the conclusion that I have OCPD, or Obsessive-Compulsive Personality Disorder.
5. I want to get back into music.
6. Mountain Dew: Baja Blast? Best idea ever. They just need to sell it OUTSIDE of goddamn Taco Bell.
7. I was bitten by a dog once. The worst thing about that, aside from my being around 5 years old, was that it was some tiny froo froo dog.
8. Final Fantasy XI is better than WoW, imho.
9. I still love you. All of you. And, you should know who you are.
10. I broke into my brother's friend's house through their dog door once, and stole a Game Boy game. Specifically, Final Fantasy Adventure.
11. I hate homework. I refuse to do most, if not all, of it.
12. That's probably why I never did live up to teachers' standards.
13. I wish magic were more magical than subtle.
14. All of you crazy women that are out there, possibly looking for me, should stop right now. I have enough of you to deal with.
15. Bacon is delicious and I can't believe I'd ever forsake it.
16. I pirate video games, music, movies, tv shows... you know, whatever I'm interested in. I only download, but it's for personal use.
17. Murder By Death is my favourite band. I also like a lot of other things, according to my Last.fm profile.
18. I like to cuss. Watch out or I may cuss you real good!
19. The day the Zombie Apocalypse is upon is is the day that you'll see how the world truly is, and that is awesome.
20. I really don't enjoy organised religion, because if we were created, wouldn't we have some evidence that was, you know...visible? Aside from the Word and all, we get a silent God, who isn't gloating about his badass science project to his fellow classmates, but squandering it by ignoring us and wanting to impress his friends with other things.
21. I just got back from picking up a drunk girl that I barely know, because she needed help. I would do that for anyone that needed it of me.
22. I love my dad.
23. I'm really not a bad guy, once you get to know me. I come off as dickish, but that's because I'm insecure.
24. I also like waffles more than pancakes.
25. I wouldn't be where I am without all your help. Thanks.

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I've been thinking a lot lately. I know I've said it before, too (you don't have to scroll too far down to see that!) I just wanna change my life, you know? To do that, I've started getting myself out there, being social. I'm having fun with friends, doing crazy things like volunteering to host at my old restaurant job, because it was so busy that having two new hostesses do it was retarded. I got free sake out of it, so I was fine! And then, later in the night, one of my new friends asks me to come help her, because she's stuck at the QuikTrip on 71st and Riverside. She's also piss drunk, and high, and laughing crazily. I don't know how I end up meeting these girls.

I just want a normal life. Is that so much to ask? I don't think so.

Ice Castles

There's been so much going on recently that it's kind of hard to keep track of it all. One minute, I may be working, driving pizzas all over the not-so-great-town of Bixby. The next? Downtown at a bar with my new (or old!) friends, or hanging out at a former coworker's apartment.

The point is that my life is going into overdrive, and I'm not quite sure how to pace myself yet. Yeah, I'll get there eventually, but what about RIGHT NOW??? What about all the sleep I need, or the bonds I want to strengthen? Booze to be had, drugs to be consumed, fast women, loose cars...? There's just so much that I want to do, but there're things that I need to do before all that.

I need my car fixed. There're several things still wrong with it, some minor, and others... It's gonna take some time, but it's coming along nicely.

I need to save money. Delivering pizza is awesome, and getting tipped WITHOUT having to claim it? Awesomer. It's just a matter of making those tips last as long as I can, and to do that, I just need to have them teleported from my wallet to my bank account automatically. Anyone have that technology yet? If so, you know where to reach me. ;-*

I need to reconnect with my family. My mother, brother, sisters, father, aunts, uncles, cousins... I miss them all so much. Just this past weekend, though, I went to spend the day with my dad (who lives in Kansas), and had a great time! He gave me new shoes and a new jacket, money to help me out (used it to get my front tires replaced), AND he bought the movie tickets for The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. I HIGHLY RECOMMEND THIS MOVIE TO EVERYONE SO JUST GO SEE IT

I need to find my center. I think my problem with everything else is that I don't have a lot of focus right now. I mean, I have goals, but no direction. It's like I'm Scott Summers, but without the special glasses that keep me from destroying everything with my "optic blasts". As soon as I get them, you'd better watch out! I've been working on this a lot lately, and am finally starting to display the confidence that I've let go to waste all these years.

There's so much more to this, but it'll have to wait. It's 5 in the damned morning. -_-

Good morning, sun.

This'll be great!