"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?

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.

King Tim III (Personality Jock) - First Rap/Hip Hop Song on wax

11/22/10 Irvin

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.

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? 

The Ghost of Christmas Past

10 years after the Christmas of 1999, I believe my life may be irrepairably broken
and worse, that my very own spirit is broken,
10 years ago, on a Christmas Eve, my family was gathered in my home, together for a very different kind of Christmas. Because in the previous summer, our Mother had died, and so 2 generations came to my home, to be together and find a way to celebrate the season without her.
Tonight, I am alone. It is not Christmas Eve, but The Ghost of Christmas Past has appeared to me these past 4 nights, and I am being haunted indeed, by Ghosts and Memories bearing light, while The Present appears relentlessy grim. The season eludes me now. Is the problem within me, (which I entirely believe?), or is the World Truly A Mess?
Because I do think about my death now. I am 54. Both my parents have left this Earth, I have given two children and one of them has given a daughter to life.
I am 54. Suddenly that isn't such a bad number. Maybe its been a bunch of bad juju these last couple days, or past 10 years. could it be catastrophobia? really bad feng shu? could it be helped by seeing "my doctor" and getting on the right antidepressant? or maybe its just simple constipation?
on the other hand, its probably the stench of approaching death. cycle of life, cycle of death. its easy to be all philosophical about the subject until realizing you are 54 years old, both parents died of diseases which were a direct result of their personal life choices(ie smoking drinking eating high fat animal foods and ingestin copious amounts of white sugar/white flour products resulting in hardening of the arteries, high blood pressure, heart disease, lung disease, diabetes, cancers of various sorts, depression, insomnia, and here am I , drinking wine and smoking cigarettes till the cows come home.