As promised....more blog action.
Let's see... I guess I'll start with Friday after work. I came home around 4ish, and took a quick shower. I waited for Mike and Emily to arrive and we headed down to Ambler (RIP fun) where we would pick up Katie. From Ambler we made our trip into the city. Friday night there was a band called "forgetters" playing at the Barbary. I thought they were pretty great. Blake from Jawbreaker and the original drummer from Against Me! formed a band with the girl (I can't remember her name... but she was all kinds of cute) from Bitchin'. They were... punkrock... and... kind of dismal I think. I don't know that their lyrics were so uplifting, or upbeat. I am looking forward to hearing some recorded output. They did play 3 Thorns of Life songs, and those were pretty good.
From there, we leave. We head back to my house and I make some of the usual bullshit food I always make. It was as mediocre as it always was, but it was much needed. I was very hungry and I think my company might have been as well. She was surviving on a hamburger bun, a beer and a rum drink. Food was needed, and pretty good. We sat around and talked and watched TV for hours and then around 3:30am we went to sleep.
Saturday morning. Brandon shows up and wakes me around 7:30am. I say my goodbyes and pile into Brandon's car to go to the grocery store. We picked up a bunch of food for our trip and then headed back to my house to meet with Glenn. Glenn arrives, we pack up the car and head out. We get up to the boat rental place around 10:45a. Sign some forms, get our boats and head north. We launched the boat at noon. We stopped for the night around 5pm and made dinner and had some drinks around the fire. Glenn is an excellent person to do some outdoorsy shit with. There's always careful consideration put into everything, and that's a pretty excellent thing. It starts to rain later, so we climb under shelter and then eventually into our tents.
Waking up the next morning was a real treat (minus the hangover). We were totally dry and it was still raining. I was surprised to say the least. I put all of my dry clothes in a bag, and put that bag in another plastic bag because i figured i would wake up soaked. Not the case... we did a fine job.
We pack up our camp and head back down the river. We finished canoing around 3:00pm and head back to the car. We were tired, stinky, and hungry. I got home around 4:30ish, and Emily came over. I had eaten before she arrived, so she got some food and we watched TV and drink whiskey and cokes for a bit. It was a nice night, and a great end to my weekend.
Now I'm completely wiped out and looking forward to a relaxing night followed by some sleep. More to come sometime soon, but right now I'm just dying to eat, drink tons of water, and get some awesome sleep.
Hey blog, you never write me anymore... what gives? Jerk
Monday, September 28, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Little Silver Heart -or- I'm Just Too Damn Tired
Well... the birthday weekend was nothing more than a total success, by most measuring sticks. The three girls that planned, financed and cared are 3 of the most wonderful people in my life. Once again, it's amazing to care about people, and it's more amazing to be cared about.
Saturday (Day #3 of my 5 day weekend of awesomeness)
I woke up, wrote in this here BLAHG, then went out for some errands with Bucket. We got back around 3:30p and I took some inventory of how I thought the night might work out. I had no idea. I took a shower and put on my Sunday best and headed out to the surprise location with Bucket, Brian and Mike. I put a black canvas bag on my head as to not have any idea where we were going. I did fine for a while, and then got lost... my sense of direction gave up on me. The end of the trip landed us in Brian's parent's driveway. I knew it well, I know it well. I've been down that driveway what feels like a million times. They guys went inside and i stood outside to wait. Brian told me he needed to go inside and pick up a record, and to use the bathroom. I waited and waited... then around the corner of the house comes each and every one of my friends. It was great. I showed ZERO emotion and everyone probably thought I knew about it in advance or just plain didn't care. I was totally floored... and when I'm feeling anything I tend to shut down and stare at my shoes, look at the sky... anything but face actual human emotion. What the hell is wrong with me? There's nothing in my past to explain this... I don't get it.
Anyhow... there was food, beer, liquor, cake, pictures (thanks Mom and Dad!), a 5 foot cut-out of me, fake moustaches, a fire, Brian's dad... but most importantly my friends from all over. Downingtown, Philly, Collegeville, Blue Bell... everywhere... all there to celebrate my dumbass. It was awesome. We drank and talked and partied until it was time to fall down... from several perspectives this proved to be true. Around midnight Mike drove back to my house and we crashed for the evening.
Day #4.
I woke up around 7:30a, said some goodbyes, and called everyone in attendance the night before to thank them, as well as wake them up. Most people were surprised that I was awake... I was even a little shocked. I welled up a bunch of times in the backyard just thinking about the night before and how much everything meant to me. It would have been embarrassing had anyone else been there...
I came inside after calling 20+ people and woke Brendan up. We drank some hot cider and rum to chase away the demons from the previous night and played video games for a bit. After we finished with the video games we watched Dirty Work. It was awesome. #10 for the month... yes... really. Brandon came over shortly after the movie started and we hung out and watched the movie together. After the movie we watched football... all day. I slept on and off on the couch all the while. At night i took myself upstairs, cleaned myself up, and went to bed.
Day #5. The End.
I turned 30. My knees hurt, I shit my pants, I got an AARP card, I got a prostate exam (Thanks Brian!), and started making plans for retirement. No... none of this. I went to work. Great. Brian showed up at lunchtime and took me out for Chinese food. We had the buffet... no big deal. I worked until 4:00p and went home. Took a quick shower and headed to Hattrick's to meet Emily, Jaime and Drew. We sat there for a bit while some patrons bought me drinks... whiskey tasted pretty good, and then it was time to leave... it was before 8pm, which was a bit later than I was hoping for, but it worked out no less.
Emily gave me a ride to my house and she came inside for a little while. I made awful pasta, awfuller sauce and cheese... we ate that. It was cheap, and pretty good. I'm a sucker for cheap food. We watched Dirty Work and fell asleep for a few minutes. Around 11:30p, we woke up and departed for the evening. If I was writing the big book of birthdays, this one would have ended just like this.
So yeah, I'm still here, life still goes on, and I wish I turned 40 tomorrow so i could do it all over again. Thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday, came to see me, called me, or anything... it was great... if i could do it every day for the rest of my life I would never forget the value of this one night, and seeing everyone smile and hug... it just really warms my heart.
That's all. No more for today. Perhaps more tomorrow in my entry entitled "Strippers Down In Austin -or- "For All I Know He's Hanging By His Neck In His Fucking Closet."
Saturday (Day #3 of my 5 day weekend of awesomeness)
I woke up, wrote in this here BLAHG, then went out for some errands with Bucket. We got back around 3:30p and I took some inventory of how I thought the night might work out. I had no idea. I took a shower and put on my Sunday best and headed out to the surprise location with Bucket, Brian and Mike. I put a black canvas bag on my head as to not have any idea where we were going. I did fine for a while, and then got lost... my sense of direction gave up on me. The end of the trip landed us in Brian's parent's driveway. I knew it well, I know it well. I've been down that driveway what feels like a million times. They guys went inside and i stood outside to wait. Brian told me he needed to go inside and pick up a record, and to use the bathroom. I waited and waited... then around the corner of the house comes each and every one of my friends. It was great. I showed ZERO emotion and everyone probably thought I knew about it in advance or just plain didn't care. I was totally floored... and when I'm feeling anything I tend to shut down and stare at my shoes, look at the sky... anything but face actual human emotion. What the hell is wrong with me? There's nothing in my past to explain this... I don't get it.
Anyhow... there was food, beer, liquor, cake, pictures (thanks Mom and Dad!), a 5 foot cut-out of me, fake moustaches, a fire, Brian's dad... but most importantly my friends from all over. Downingtown, Philly, Collegeville, Blue Bell... everywhere... all there to celebrate my dumbass. It was awesome. We drank and talked and partied until it was time to fall down... from several perspectives this proved to be true. Around midnight Mike drove back to my house and we crashed for the evening.
Day #4.
I woke up around 7:30a, said some goodbyes, and called everyone in attendance the night before to thank them, as well as wake them up. Most people were surprised that I was awake... I was even a little shocked. I welled up a bunch of times in the backyard just thinking about the night before and how much everything meant to me. It would have been embarrassing had anyone else been there...
I came inside after calling 20+ people and woke Brendan up. We drank some hot cider and rum to chase away the demons from the previous night and played video games for a bit. After we finished with the video games we watched Dirty Work. It was awesome. #10 for the month... yes... really. Brandon came over shortly after the movie started and we hung out and watched the movie together. After the movie we watched football... all day. I slept on and off on the couch all the while. At night i took myself upstairs, cleaned myself up, and went to bed.
Day #5. The End.
I turned 30. My knees hurt, I shit my pants, I got an AARP card, I got a prostate exam (Thanks Brian!), and started making plans for retirement. No... none of this. I went to work. Great. Brian showed up at lunchtime and took me out for Chinese food. We had the buffet... no big deal. I worked until 4:00p and went home. Took a quick shower and headed to Hattrick's to meet Emily, Jaime and Drew. We sat there for a bit while some patrons bought me drinks... whiskey tasted pretty good, and then it was time to leave... it was before 8pm, which was a bit later than I was hoping for, but it worked out no less.
Emily gave me a ride to my house and she came inside for a little while. I made awful pasta, awfuller sauce and cheese... we ate that. It was cheap, and pretty good. I'm a sucker for cheap food. We watched Dirty Work and fell asleep for a few minutes. Around 11:30p, we woke up and departed for the evening. If I was writing the big book of birthdays, this one would have ended just like this.
So yeah, I'm still here, life still goes on, and I wish I turned 40 tomorrow so i could do it all over again. Thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday, came to see me, called me, or anything... it was great... if i could do it every day for the rest of my life I would never forget the value of this one night, and seeing everyone smile and hug... it just really warms my heart.
That's all. No more for today. Perhaps more tomorrow in my entry entitled "Strippers Down In Austin -or- "For All I Know He's Hanging By His Neck In His Fucking Closet."
Saturday, September 19, 2009
I'm going to have a 5 day birthday party every year for the rest of my life -or- I need a roadmap to get out of these eyes
Birthday Celebration Day #1
I leave work to head over to the watering hole to get myself some dude fuel. After several beers and a few shots of whiskey I get on the bus to head home. I get home around 5:45pm and wait for Mike to arrive. Mike arrives. We piddle around for a few minutes and then head down to the North Star to watch Off With Their Heads. The first band did nothing for me... it's the old singer from Bigwig playing in a similar style band... i sit and watch through an open window but cannot get into the lack of intensity put forth by their lead singer.
Off With Their Heads is next... I talked with Ryan outside for a few minutes and tried to squeeze either song off of their split with The Measure [sa] into their set. He says he doesn't know them, and that it won't be happening. Oh well. They rip through about 10 songs in 25 minutes and leave the stage. Mike and I go outside and begin our conversation on what American Idiot is really all about. We see eye to eye and head inside to watch the Casualties.
There was a part of me a bunch of years back that really liked the Casualties. I kind of still do... i think it's more nostalgia based than anything, but the few songs I remembered were pretty cool to see again live.
Youth Bridage played next, and I don't really remember too much about their set. On the way home, Mike makes me try to appreciate Oasis. It didn't work. The dude is just a whiney, nasaly stupid jerk. I think I share a birthday with him... great. If you ask me I needed to be born to bring some sense of evenness based on the amount of suck that was born a few years before me.
Birthday Celebration Day #2
I leave work at 3:15p and head home to take a shower and a nap. The nap proves to be the best decision i've made in a long time. all 52 minutes of it. I shower and head out to the bus stop. Get on the bus and head into Hatfield. I meet up with Emily, Maria and Jaime at the bar. We sit on the porch and have some pretty entertaining conversation. Bucket and Jeremy showed up a bit later, and the conversation and drinking continues. Shots were bought, hugs were given and a good time is had. After a short while Emily and I return to my house. I made pasta and we ate it. It totally needed to happen. We watch a bit of TV and retire for the evening. I like sleeping next to someone an awful lot, but it makes waking up alone a pretty lonely experience. It's a good outweighing the bad thing... you won't hear me complaining. Emily leaves in the morning and I think about staying up for the day, but I remember that tonight could wind up being late, and since we're going out to celebrate the best goddamn thing in the world (me), I should at least be aware and awake enough to enjoy it.
So here I am... sitting on this couch, getting ready to head to the grocery store, and wearing a new shirt. I'm very excited to go out with my friends tonight and would die in a heartbeat for each and every one of my friends and relatives. I've said it 10 million times, but without my friends I'm nothing. Without my family, I am nothing. It's amazing to be shaped by outside forces when you swore you'd never do it. Friends and family are just that important to me.
I'll report back on day #3 of birthday radicalness. Who the hell knows what's in store? I think everyone but me... awesome.
I leave work to head over to the watering hole to get myself some dude fuel. After several beers and a few shots of whiskey I get on the bus to head home. I get home around 5:45pm and wait for Mike to arrive. Mike arrives. We piddle around for a few minutes and then head down to the North Star to watch Off With Their Heads. The first band did nothing for me... it's the old singer from Bigwig playing in a similar style band... i sit and watch through an open window but cannot get into the lack of intensity put forth by their lead singer.
Off With Their Heads is next... I talked with Ryan outside for a few minutes and tried to squeeze either song off of their split with The Measure [sa] into their set. He says he doesn't know them, and that it won't be happening. Oh well. They rip through about 10 songs in 25 minutes and leave the stage. Mike and I go outside and begin our conversation on what American Idiot is really all about. We see eye to eye and head inside to watch the Casualties.
There was a part of me a bunch of years back that really liked the Casualties. I kind of still do... i think it's more nostalgia based than anything, but the few songs I remembered were pretty cool to see again live.
Youth Bridage played next, and I don't really remember too much about their set. On the way home, Mike makes me try to appreciate Oasis. It didn't work. The dude is just a whiney, nasaly stupid jerk. I think I share a birthday with him... great. If you ask me I needed to be born to bring some sense of evenness based on the amount of suck that was born a few years before me.
Birthday Celebration Day #2
I leave work at 3:15p and head home to take a shower and a nap. The nap proves to be the best decision i've made in a long time. all 52 minutes of it. I shower and head out to the bus stop. Get on the bus and head into Hatfield. I meet up with Emily, Maria and Jaime at the bar. We sit on the porch and have some pretty entertaining conversation. Bucket and Jeremy showed up a bit later, and the conversation and drinking continues. Shots were bought, hugs were given and a good time is had. After a short while Emily and I return to my house. I made pasta and we ate it. It totally needed to happen. We watch a bit of TV and retire for the evening. I like sleeping next to someone an awful lot, but it makes waking up alone a pretty lonely experience. It's a good outweighing the bad thing... you won't hear me complaining. Emily leaves in the morning and I think about staying up for the day, but I remember that tonight could wind up being late, and since we're going out to celebrate the best goddamn thing in the world (me), I should at least be aware and awake enough to enjoy it.
So here I am... sitting on this couch, getting ready to head to the grocery store, and wearing a new shirt. I'm very excited to go out with my friends tonight and would die in a heartbeat for each and every one of my friends and relatives. I've said it 10 million times, but without my friends I'm nothing. Without my family, I am nothing. It's amazing to be shaped by outside forces when you swore you'd never do it. Friends and family are just that important to me.
I'll report back on day #3 of birthday radicalness. Who the hell knows what's in store? I think everyone but me... awesome.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
I'm like, psychic and shit -or- I like when I'm right about something positive
Well... there was some pretty serious baby action yesterday. I high fived a child, held another one, and watched a baby eat cake on his first birthday. It was a great day! I woke up real early and laid around trying to figure out what to do with myself. I decided I would call Jeff and see if he wanted to meet up to shoot pool. He did. So we did. We hung out from noon until about 1:45p and then I came back home.
When I arrived back at the mansion I found that Brian was still asleep. He stumbled out of bed and downstairs around 2:30p. I was enjoying a Crown Royal and cola and listening to Lucero. He got himself together and we took off for Kyle's house. I slept on the way, as I typically do when I'm in the car for more than 5 minutes. We got there and I ran into all sorts of friends that I haven't seen in a really long time. It was nice to see everyone, and the party was fantastic. The weather held up, and we spent a bunch of time outside watching some kids do some kid stuff.
Around 11p Brian and I left the party. I, once again, slept in the car the whole way home. I woke up, in the car, in the driveway to this girl that I know telling me that I should come inside and not sleep in the car all night. She had a very good point. From there my night gets a bit hazy. I was just a little bit drinky and very tired, but it was nice to come home to friends. If you see my previous entry, "The Time Is Never Right -or- These Words Are Never Right" you will note that the last sentence was "Maybe I'll get to see someone later...", I was totally right. I was very much ok with that, as I thought I might be.
1 week left in my 20's. 1 week left until I become a bitter old man. I've got to pack a lot of awesome in this week and make the best of it. I know, deep down, that nothing really will change with me turning 30, but I'll have that number hanging over my head for a little while. I'm looking forward to this weekend. I'd like to have some friends over on Friday to celebrate my last Friday as a youthful 29 year old... we'll see. Three of my four favorite girls (Mom being #1) are taking me out on Saturday, from what I understand... should be mighty interesting, but it's, once again, a wonderfully untouchable thing to have friends who care about you, and to care about your friends. I don't think enough people realize how important friends are. I do.
I'm all done now. Listen to the new Banner Pilot... all kinds of good. Perfect lyrics. It really fits in with me right now... I love it.
Goodbye blog. I gotta take a goddamn shower and get all ready to go to work tomorrow. Great.
When I arrived back at the mansion I found that Brian was still asleep. He stumbled out of bed and downstairs around 2:30p. I was enjoying a Crown Royal and cola and listening to Lucero. He got himself together and we took off for Kyle's house. I slept on the way, as I typically do when I'm in the car for more than 5 minutes. We got there and I ran into all sorts of friends that I haven't seen in a really long time. It was nice to see everyone, and the party was fantastic. The weather held up, and we spent a bunch of time outside watching some kids do some kid stuff.
Around 11p Brian and I left the party. I, once again, slept in the car the whole way home. I woke up, in the car, in the driveway to this girl that I know telling me that I should come inside and not sleep in the car all night. She had a very good point. From there my night gets a bit hazy. I was just a little bit drinky and very tired, but it was nice to come home to friends. If you see my previous entry, "The Time Is Never Right -or- These Words Are Never Right" you will note that the last sentence was "Maybe I'll get to see someone later...", I was totally right. I was very much ok with that, as I thought I might be.
1 week left in my 20's. 1 week left until I become a bitter old man. I've got to pack a lot of awesome in this week and make the best of it. I know, deep down, that nothing really will change with me turning 30, but I'll have that number hanging over my head for a little while. I'm looking forward to this weekend. I'd like to have some friends over on Friday to celebrate my last Friday as a youthful 29 year old... we'll see. Three of my four favorite girls (Mom being #1) are taking me out on Saturday, from what I understand... should be mighty interesting, but it's, once again, a wonderfully untouchable thing to have friends who care about you, and to care about your friends. I don't think enough people realize how important friends are. I do.
I'm all done now. Listen to the new Banner Pilot... all kinds of good. Perfect lyrics. It really fits in with me right now... I love it.
Goodbye blog. I gotta take a goddamn shower and get all ready to go to work tomorrow. Great.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
The Time Is Never Right -or- These Words Are Never Right
Quick one here. I've only got 6 minutes. I gotta make it count.
I need to leave in 6 minutes to meet Jeff Bean over at the Indian for some pool and a beer or two. From there I will come home, and then head to Downingtown with Brian. We're going to see Pat, Kristen, and Kyle... it's the youngsters birthday, so we're gonna get him all liquored up and then head to the mall to chase girls... should be quite the event.
I'm looking forward to going. I haven't seen Pat in forever, I haven't seen Kirsten in forever, and I've only met the Gomer Kyle once. I got him a stuffed Papa Smurf for his birthday, I hope he digs it. I also got my cat a small mouse filled with catnip. He's not too stoked on that, actually, I kind of think he resents me for it. "What? You don't think I could kill one of these myself? Foolish human." I know he's going to kill me, I'm just not sure how.
Last night Drew, Maria, Jaime, Emily and I went to Hattrick's to have a few drinks and enjoy good company. We ended up staying later than I thought we would, but afterwards we stopped at the grocery store and got the makings for some tacos. I forgot to get the taco seasoning, so we kind of needed to wing it. All in all, i think it was a marginal success. I farted and pooped this morning, so that means the plumbing is still in check.
Shit! I gotta go, I've overshot my timeframe, and now grumpy old Jeff is going to get all grumpy and old all over the place. Enough about me for the day...
Maybe I'll get to see someone later... i might be OK with that.
I need to leave in 6 minutes to meet Jeff Bean over at the Indian for some pool and a beer or two. From there I will come home, and then head to Downingtown with Brian. We're going to see Pat, Kristen, and Kyle... it's the youngsters birthday, so we're gonna get him all liquored up and then head to the mall to chase girls... should be quite the event.
I'm looking forward to going. I haven't seen Pat in forever, I haven't seen Kirsten in forever, and I've only met the Gomer Kyle once. I got him a stuffed Papa Smurf for his birthday, I hope he digs it. I also got my cat a small mouse filled with catnip. He's not too stoked on that, actually, I kind of think he resents me for it. "What? You don't think I could kill one of these myself? Foolish human." I know he's going to kill me, I'm just not sure how.
Last night Drew, Maria, Jaime, Emily and I went to Hattrick's to have a few drinks and enjoy good company. We ended up staying later than I thought we would, but afterwards we stopped at the grocery store and got the makings for some tacos. I forgot to get the taco seasoning, so we kind of needed to wing it. All in all, i think it was a marginal success. I farted and pooped this morning, so that means the plumbing is still in check.
Shit! I gotta go, I've overshot my timeframe, and now grumpy old Jeff is going to get all grumpy and old all over the place. Enough about me for the day...
Maybe I'll get to see someone later... i might be OK with that.
Friday, September 11, 2009
My shoes are all soaked and my socks are all cotton - or - I can't wait anymore. I'm restless.
Goddamn. I love this weather. More than I love myself, and that's saying something. I'm high up on the list of my favorite people in the world. There's hardly anyone better than me. I've got great taste in music, I'm a pretty fun guy, it's nice waking up next to me every morning, I shower every day, I always smell nice, I've got a great personality and above all... I've got me a perfect cat.
Enough about me, let's talk about you. Uhm.. you know what, I don't really wanna do that. This is my blog after all.. if you wanna talk about you, get your own goddamn blog. It's easy. Then you, and you alone, can write all of your insanely uncollected thoughts down and talk about how kick ass you are. That's pretty much what we've got going on behind this here computer screen... me kicking ass.
I'm the least confident person ever. The above paragraphs are no direct reflection of how I actually feel about myself. I'm shy, unless I've been drinking, I consider myself to be relatively boring, I wake up alone a lot, I don't really shower all that much, I don't smell to great, and my personality... well, it leave a lot to be desired. However, my taste in music? Unrivaled.
I might be driving/riding to Indianapolis on 9/26/09 to get me a kitty cat. You see, I've got this douchebag friend named Punkrockjeff. He is pretty much losing everything... house, truck and cat. He's moving back in with the family, and his dad is having no parts of the PRJ bringing a kitty into the house. He's got his claws, which is good... he's an inside cat... which I like, and I've met the little dude and he seems to be pretty cool. I'm wondering if this will actually happen, and once I get the little bastard home, how Mr. Jim is going to handle things. I'm sure it will be fine, but only time will tell.
All right... enough of me doing nothing... time to work. I'm gonna dole out some hugs tonight, so you watch yourselves or you might just be the recipient of a half falling down goofy grin hug from this half-worthless sack of shit.
Man... this was not what I was aiming for when I started this one.
Needs more rain. Needs less me. Needs more you. Good morning sunshine. You're running out of time, you're not getting any younger, you're certainly not getting any better... but you are learning more and more every day and for what it's worth, it's worth all the while. Ew... awful Green Day lyric that wasn't supposed to happen... but my fingers wouldn't stop, and now i'm past the point of no return.
I wanna sit and watch it rain later.
Enough about me, let's talk about you. Uhm.. you know what, I don't really wanna do that. This is my blog after all.. if you wanna talk about you, get your own goddamn blog. It's easy. Then you, and you alone, can write all of your insanely uncollected thoughts down and talk about how kick ass you are. That's pretty much what we've got going on behind this here computer screen... me kicking ass.
I'm the least confident person ever. The above paragraphs are no direct reflection of how I actually feel about myself. I'm shy, unless I've been drinking, I consider myself to be relatively boring, I wake up alone a lot, I don't really shower all that much, I don't smell to great, and my personality... well, it leave a lot to be desired. However, my taste in music? Unrivaled.
I might be driving/riding to Indianapolis on 9/26/09 to get me a kitty cat. You see, I've got this douchebag friend named Punkrockjeff. He is pretty much losing everything... house, truck and cat. He's moving back in with the family, and his dad is having no parts of the PRJ bringing a kitty into the house. He's got his claws, which is good... he's an inside cat... which I like, and I've met the little dude and he seems to be pretty cool. I'm wondering if this will actually happen, and once I get the little bastard home, how Mr. Jim is going to handle things. I'm sure it will be fine, but only time will tell.
All right... enough of me doing nothing... time to work. I'm gonna dole out some hugs tonight, so you watch yourselves or you might just be the recipient of a half falling down goofy grin hug from this half-worthless sack of shit.
Man... this was not what I was aiming for when I started this one.
Needs more rain. Needs less me. Needs more you. Good morning sunshine. You're running out of time, you're not getting any younger, you're certainly not getting any better... but you are learning more and more every day and for what it's worth, it's worth all the while. Ew... awful Green Day lyric that wasn't supposed to happen... but my fingers wouldn't stop, and now i'm past the point of no return.
I wanna sit and watch it rain later.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Yeah She's a Doormat, So Be Sure To Wipe Your Feet - or- Bloody Mary Mornings and Pink Sky Heartache
So, blog. I'm going to cut to the chase. We've spent a lot of time together discussing things and sharing interests. You're always there to listen, and I'm seldom there to talk. My heart just isn't in it anymore. It's not me, it's you.
WHOA! It's Sunday children! That's amazing. You know what's even better? LABOR DAY! That means I get an additional day in my week where I don't have to do a gosh darn thing. I'm all about this. I'll bet you $1 that i sit on this couch, looking at this cat, and watching TV.
I'm listening to Dear Landlord right now, which if you review "Today: Birthday, Father's Day, Basement Show" you'd find out that Dear Landlord is just goddamn amazing. They will be a high point of Florida this year. Especially after the record came out on No Idea Records and what have you... they're going to be bigger than Jesus. Mark my words.
Last night I went to Lancaster with Bucket. We went to see the Felice Brothers. I had a pretty good time. There were drinks on the top level of a parking garage, and good times had across the board. $2 lagers was the theme of the night and even though the room wasn't as crowded as I would have thought, they ran out of beer. Lancaster likes their discount drinks.
Mike came back. He exists. He's alive. These are all good things. We hadn't seen him in a bit, and his phone was stolen so he didn't have any of our phone numbers. But he dropped in yesterday and we watched Dirty Work... three times. Yeah. Three times, and you know what? It never got boring, for me.
That's all for now, i think. Brandon is coming over and we're going to shoot some pool. I'm looking forward to not playing drunk guys and playing Brandon. Hopefully that happens. I need to watch more baseball. It's something I really love, but it's something I haven't taken the time to do. The Cubs season has really brought me down this year and I haven't spent enough time with something I really love. Damnit.
I'm sorry blog, I didn't to imply that you're the one at fault here. It's as much me as it is you. I mean, if you still wanted to stay the night, that's fine. But tomorrow morning, we should probably part ways... wait... why are you crying? I thought you didn't care anymore. Me? Of course I care... I wasn't... oh forget that this ever happened. I'm sorry. It's me.
(the blog curls up next to Noah on a blanket on a rooftop. the skyline is visible in the background. the stage lights fade. an audible sigh is heard. Credits.)
WHOA! It's Sunday children! That's amazing. You know what's even better? LABOR DAY! That means I get an additional day in my week where I don't have to do a gosh darn thing. I'm all about this. I'll bet you $1 that i sit on this couch, looking at this cat, and watching TV.
I'm listening to Dear Landlord right now, which if you review "Today: Birthday, Father's Day, Basement Show" you'd find out that Dear Landlord is just goddamn amazing. They will be a high point of Florida this year. Especially after the record came out on No Idea Records and what have you... they're going to be bigger than Jesus. Mark my words.
Last night I went to Lancaster with Bucket. We went to see the Felice Brothers. I had a pretty good time. There were drinks on the top level of a parking garage, and good times had across the board. $2 lagers was the theme of the night and even though the room wasn't as crowded as I would have thought, they ran out of beer. Lancaster likes their discount drinks.
Mike came back. He exists. He's alive. These are all good things. We hadn't seen him in a bit, and his phone was stolen so he didn't have any of our phone numbers. But he dropped in yesterday and we watched Dirty Work... three times. Yeah. Three times, and you know what? It never got boring, for me.
That's all for now, i think. Brandon is coming over and we're going to shoot some pool. I'm looking forward to not playing drunk guys and playing Brandon. Hopefully that happens. I need to watch more baseball. It's something I really love, but it's something I haven't taken the time to do. The Cubs season has really brought me down this year and I haven't spent enough time with something I really love. Damnit.
I'm sorry blog, I didn't to imply that you're the one at fault here. It's as much me as it is you. I mean, if you still wanted to stay the night, that's fine. But tomorrow morning, we should probably part ways... wait... why are you crying? I thought you didn't care anymore. Me? Of course I care... I wasn't... oh forget that this ever happened. I'm sorry. It's me.
(the blog curls up next to Noah on a blanket on a rooftop. the skyline is visible in the background. the stage lights fade. an audible sigh is heard. Credits.)
Thursday, September 3, 2009
I'll never tell anybody -or- Every scar is a valid reason for every drink
I've been on this Alkaline Trio and Lucero kick recently that I can't seem to let go of. I'm not arguing at all, as they are two of my favorite bands ever, but it only seems to show up every once in a while. It's all so strange but all so comforting. Music is perfect. There's a song for every moment of your life, but much like a "Where's Waldo" book, it's up to you to find that shit. Once you do, in your darkest day, you can still feel on top of the world... and on your worst day you'll never feel better. There's no words to describe how amazing music is. I'm a nerd. I get it. I've got a creepy ear.
What the hell did I do yesterday? Let me retrace my steps a little bit and maybe I can fill you in on the gory details. Oh. I remember. Brandon came over and we went to the Indian and shot some pool. It was fun, for the most part. I would have much preferred to play against him but there were drunk guys at the bar and they wanted to play. We beat them 5-1 out of 6 games. They were embarrassed, but we played virtually free pool, so what am I gonna do? Not complain about it. That's what.
He came back to the house after playing pool and we ordered a pizza we had no chance in eating. Words can't do that justice either... it was just way out of line. I had 2 slices and there was no more. I felt like hell when I woke up, which is always nice.
Speaking of waking up. I did some work today. I enjoyed the day, and managed to a get a bunch of stuff done despite Charles being there. I left around 6:00 and went to the bar, had a beer and left for the bus. I got home around 6:45p and took a shower. My ear is doomed. It's getting revenge after many years of abuse. I don't blame it one bit. I've avoided this for a long time, but this time my ear wins. Good for it. It doesn't sit around putting holes in me, so why should I? This paragraph is making me feel stupid.
Armageddon is a terribly amazing song. Listen to it. Alkaline Trio wrote it. It works.
I'm all done now. I'm going to sit here and think about stuff, and do laundry, and maybe watch Dirty Work. We'll see. Sounds like a good series of plans if you ask this guy.
What the hell did I do yesterday? Let me retrace my steps a little bit and maybe I can fill you in on the gory details. Oh. I remember. Brandon came over and we went to the Indian and shot some pool. It was fun, for the most part. I would have much preferred to play against him but there were drunk guys at the bar and they wanted to play. We beat them 5-1 out of 6 games. They were embarrassed, but we played virtually free pool, so what am I gonna do? Not complain about it. That's what.
He came back to the house after playing pool and we ordered a pizza we had no chance in eating. Words can't do that justice either... it was just way out of line. I had 2 slices and there was no more. I felt like hell when I woke up, which is always nice.
Speaking of waking up. I did some work today. I enjoyed the day, and managed to a get a bunch of stuff done despite Charles being there. I left around 6:00 and went to the bar, had a beer and left for the bus. I got home around 6:45p and took a shower. My ear is doomed. It's getting revenge after many years of abuse. I don't blame it one bit. I've avoided this for a long time, but this time my ear wins. Good for it. It doesn't sit around putting holes in me, so why should I? This paragraph is making me feel stupid.
Armageddon is a terribly amazing song. Listen to it. Alkaline Trio wrote it. It works.
I'm all done now. I'm going to sit here and think about stuff, and do laundry, and maybe watch Dirty Work. We'll see. Sounds like a good series of plans if you ask this guy.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Is your washing machine a silent killer? Details at 11.
I can't do anything right now at work. I'm at a standstill. Month end is running and that is usually the time of the month where I piss Patrick off. Not today. I walked into my office this morning to a sign that read "It's month end, Dummy." I left that note for myself yesterday before I left the office. It helped. Without the note he would have stormed downstairs and kicked a hole through my stomach. I made the right call.
Sunday. I woke up early, typed in this old blog for a little while and sat around feeling helpless and somewhat sorry for myself. I played guitar for a while, and had a vodka and iced tea. It was really good. So good in fact, that I had a bunch more. I was in search of something to free my mind from where it was stuck. I wish I had handled it a bit differently, but I didn't, and I'll live with that. Around 4pm someone asked me if I could use a little bit of company. Someone was right. So 6 records, a few drinks, a gyro, a barefoot walk and a few cigarettes later I was falling asleep. I woke up to a dark room, full of confusion sleeping on a pillow fashioned from a sweatshirt. It was 3:40am. I was awake. I dozed on and off for the next 2 hours and then woke up to go to work.
Work wasn't really all that great. As far as what I accomplished yesterday I'd say work was a total success, but I was feeling down most of the day. I will be picking up a small amount of work in the upcoming weeks listing items on eBay for our company. There was mention in our meeting of being paid extra for it, but I'm really not concerned about the pay. I certainly wouldn't turn it down, but it's nothing I expect. It'll just be nice to help out.
"Note to self: get ass wart cream for the huge wart on my ass."
Month end is done. I can start working. I hope I have a great day.
Sunday. I woke up early, typed in this old blog for a little while and sat around feeling helpless and somewhat sorry for myself. I played guitar for a while, and had a vodka and iced tea. It was really good. So good in fact, that I had a bunch more. I was in search of something to free my mind from where it was stuck. I wish I had handled it a bit differently, but I didn't, and I'll live with that. Around 4pm someone asked me if I could use a little bit of company. Someone was right. So 6 records, a few drinks, a gyro, a barefoot walk and a few cigarettes later I was falling asleep. I woke up to a dark room, full of confusion sleeping on a pillow fashioned from a sweatshirt. It was 3:40am. I was awake. I dozed on and off for the next 2 hours and then woke up to go to work.
Work wasn't really all that great. As far as what I accomplished yesterday I'd say work was a total success, but I was feeling down most of the day. I will be picking up a small amount of work in the upcoming weeks listing items on eBay for our company. There was mention in our meeting of being paid extra for it, but I'm really not concerned about the pay. I certainly wouldn't turn it down, but it's nothing I expect. It'll just be nice to help out.
"Note to self: get ass wart cream for the huge wart on my ass."
Month end is done. I can start working. I hope I have a great day.
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