Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Saturday, December 11, 2010
"Deserves Got Nothin To Do With It"
sorry Clint but Snoop owns it.
and when I walked outta my roach infested rodent overrun cesspool stinkin diner job today know this-that story is over.
who am I? not the dinergrrl, not the grease smelling dirty apron complaining bitch I had to be for the last 4 years of my life I'm better than that now, tired hell ya.
Eminem listening Mother, John Lennon's Brother, I'd ruther be born a southern cracker, yo
fuckin zombies and shit break bad talk to me now
not afraid why should I be?
and when I walked outta my roach infested rodent overrun cesspool stinkin diner job today know this-that story is over.
who am I? not the dinergrrl, not the grease smelling dirty apron complaining bitch I had to be for the last 4 years of my life I'm better than that now, tired hell ya.
Eminem listening Mother, John Lennon's Brother, I'd ruther be born a southern cracker, yo
fuckin zombies and shit break bad talk to me now
not afraid why should I be?
Friday, December 10, 2010
I Think I May Be Losing My Mind
Is it boredom or stress? Frustration with dead end mind numbing jobs? The oncoming holidays and the certain disappointment that this empty season means?
I am so fucking tired, tired of slogging back and forth to my shit job and all the filth and moronic people involved:
I hate my sneaking lying landlady.
I am bored with Facebook, YouTube and cable television, I refuse to read and wish I could smoke pot without endangering any meaningful employment.
I can't even give myself a manicure and be satisfied.
I dread the winter, as a non-driver I'm worried about bone chilling cold, numbing wind, snow, late buses, missed buses, getting the bus at night in bone chilling wind numbing snowy weather. I'm getting too old for this shit.
And there is nothing on television I want to watch because everything I want to watch involves paying ridiculous fees to degenerate cable companies outsourcing jobs to Bombay.
And I'm really pissed off that John Lennon died 30 years ago and nobody, anywhere, really gave a shit.And don't even get me started on Obama.
I talk to myself. When I go t the bustop to catch the bus that will surely be late. When I drag my laundry cart to the laundry, When I go to the back of the kitchen to smoke a cigarette at work for a moments peace. When I come home from work pissed off about how little money I made and how hard I worked, and sometimes I answer myself,
Nothing really makes me happy anymore. I am really fed up with life. No wonder The Walking Dead is my favorite show.
I am so fucking tired, tired of slogging back and forth to my shit job and all the filth and moronic people involved:
I hate my sneaking lying landlady.
I am bored with Facebook, YouTube and cable television, I refuse to read and wish I could smoke pot without endangering any meaningful employment.
I can't even give myself a manicure and be satisfied.
I dread the winter, as a non-driver I'm worried about bone chilling cold, numbing wind, snow, late buses, missed buses, getting the bus at night in bone chilling wind numbing snowy weather. I'm getting too old for this shit.
And there is nothing on television I want to watch because everything I want to watch involves paying ridiculous fees to degenerate cable companies outsourcing jobs to Bombay.
And I'm really pissed off that John Lennon died 30 years ago and nobody, anywhere, really gave a shit.And don't even get me started on Obama.
I talk to myself. When I go t the bustop to catch the bus that will surely be late. When I drag my laundry cart to the laundry, When I go to the back of the kitchen to smoke a cigarette at work for a moments peace. When I come home from work pissed off about how little money I made and how hard I worked, and sometimes I answer myself,
Nothing really makes me happy anymore. I am really fed up with life. No wonder The Walking Dead is my favorite show.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
shocking fact
I love Eminem. almost too late to say it but i love to play it late at night when the beatles aint right and the niggas is tight not my generation dont hurt me no more. beautiful.
Friday, November 12, 2010
goodbye gentleman
last November my brother died. We were not close over our adulthood, but still, he was my brother. Last year, the day before Thanksgiving, I said goodbye to his cold hard body.
He was a good brother. Kind, always happy to see me. Why didn't I understand the connection he held out to me? My first memory, him dragging his MAD magazines across our ugly living carpet, so I could crawl after them. He taught me to crawl, and to pursue satirical cartoons at the height of an era. He loved Elvis. He loved our father. Our Mom and he battled like hell, bitch that she could be, but he knew. He loved her. Me too.
I remember, Irvin. wishes don't count anymore, do they, brother?
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