pissed off guys building shit and ders drinkin too!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway a buddy of mine recently decided he wanted to build a greenhouse. It was a kick ass week. He could've gotten it done in a day by himself, but that wouldn't go by the unwritten code of wasteing half your time drinking, cussing and sweating. Also being on the brink of getting into a fist fight with a guy at home depot was a standard too.

It's been a while since i've hung out with this guy. He called up my parents out of the blue and got my number. I rode up to milford to check out his new house. He told me that he'd been thinking about building a greenhouse in the backyard. I said hell yeah let's get it started today it's clear as fuck outside. I decided to take off a couple weeks anyway. I love bullshitting with people, but it's so much better when you have something to do. He already cut all the wood for the ribs, posts, and floorboards. All we needed was some quick dry cement for the post holes and some metal joiners.

Man it took us all day between going to home depot and getting drunk. I haven't seen him in close to 2 years. He got married last year. His wife hates me, which could explain why i wasn't invited to the wedding. We were best friends in high school and kept in touch a few years after.

Anyway around the 3rd day another old friend comes over. I haven't seen her since we had broken up when we were 19. Her name is gretchen and i had no idea why i wasn't hiding in fear of my life. I just stood there frozen in shock. I greeted her and she nodded. The break-up ended horribly, but there was no need to be hostile after all this time. I offered her a beer and we sat and talked for a while. Turns out shes still a lot like me. She has no idea what the fuck shes doing. It was nice talking to her, and it seemed like we had an understanding and have reached closure. Turns out the wife called her. What a bitch, but i'm sure glad i stuffed it in her face that no tempers flared. She didn't want me over there corrupting her husband with a "rational sensibility". It seems like everything he wants she hates and since i'm over there he has more say. I never meddle in their affairs though, who am i to judge?

This whole week we kept goofing around and before we knew it the greenhouse was done. I hope the wife passes out in it in the afternoon in the sweltering heat.

The will to numbness

When friedrich nietzsche wrote the will to power it was to counter the will to live by schopenhauer. The will to live is basically the idea that human behavior is rooted in survival instincts. The will to power talks about human behavior rooted in asserting power and achieving glory. According to the will to power the will to live is encompassed in it. Of course we must live in order to assert our power. I personally believe sex is the root of both of these, but that is not my point. Then again a woman's perspective could throw a wrench into all of this.

Now let's take a more modern approach. In a time where people can't learn a trade and work for themselves. Where people have embraced collectivism over individualism. Where it is impossible for one person to leave their mark on their community let alone society.

There is a segment of our great and powerful civilization that prefers drug use. Life has taken on a whole new meaning for these people. Throughout civilization we've encountered great hardship but we would always suck it up because it was still better than death. Numbness is only a subsidiary to suicidal tendencies. Why has death become more acceptable to the individual throughout civilization's progress?

Maybe the world isn't so black and white. There are people and things in this universe that we simply could never understand.

R.I.P. my old friend

CAT FOOD! CAT FOOD! CAT FOOD! AGAIN!!!!!!

I decided this summer to move back over the river to kenfucky. In a little town called scovington(covington). I hate this city with a passion.

I have a mildly retarded asshole spy with a cordless phone monitor to the left of me. I've got a loudmouth high school gym teacher down the street whose in everybody's business. A stupid college whore across from me. Then there is me; the diamond in the landfill that is scovington.

So on my first night here i decided to have a little get together with my family. The guy next door(mildly) comes over and welcomes me to the neighborhood. That was all well and good, but come on life isn't perfect. Since he came over he feels like we're best buds and that he has to be over every day because mi casa su casa. I have to live next to him and i don't want to be an asswipe. FUCK! So one day i'm on my way to work and he stops me outside by my car. He tells me about this cool monitor he has. "Hey man check this shit out!" I can hear some lady talking dirty but i couldn't hear the other end. Well... i decided on a hardline phone.

The girl across the street seemed ok at first too. She has nice curves, and at the same time the shallowest of men couldn't mistake her as overweight. She has cute freckles, wears glasses, and has the straightest most whitest teeth. She has a pale creamy complection. My perception of her was great but like all good things they must come to an end. She opened her mouth............ for any guy willing to risk having the herpes. Now i know how this looks. I apparently like someone, but then out of the blue i hate them. Trust me it wasn't rejection. I was put off by the fact she knocked on my door at 2 in the morning because she never talked to me before. "I always wanted to approach you but i was always busy." To be honest i was turned on at first, but then my sensible side kicked in and realized that if i didn't get rid of her now then i never will. I said i would talk to her in the morning, and that i had to get up early. After a couple months she still comes over unexpectedly.

Is this what people call friends?

Now on to the person that is not only annoying but doesn't have the excuse of mental retardation or a vagina. Maybe he can play the pacemaker card soon, with all that running he does at 55. I would love the irony in that. Shortly after i moved in i asked the landlord if i could paint the pillars on the porch. It was no problem as long as i kept them white. It was an all day event with scraping, priming, and of course PAINTING. Sounds like fun..... at least to me. Well this guy comes over and decides to talk my head off. I wasn't rude to him at first but once again... FUCK! He talked about getting ready to go back to work. He talked about his daughters, his mom who died last year. Then he subtly started telling me what to do. "You know you should always paint WITH the grain." It's nice receiving painting lessons from a guy who is standing on the other side of the pillar. "If you used my industrial strength heat gun it wouldn't have taken so long to start painting." After a while i stopped saying anything back and i gave him the piercing gaze of death.

Am i weird for not being able to handle this world full of everyday nut-cases like this. I envy people out there who can put up with this "be kind to your neighbor" stuff. If i could do that then maybe i'd have a more stable life. I wouldn't feel the need to move on. It's this downtrodden feeling that i'm going through right now that usually ends up with me leaving. I can be rude and a real asshole sometimes, but not once(except for my childhood) did i ever go looking for trouble.
Maybe i'm just being petty, but i can't change the way i feel.

long time(if ever) no see

well it's been a while since my last post, and was wondering what happened recently that's been relatively funny. I've got nothing.......in fact i'm in a pretty good mood right now :D.

The one thing that has been on my mind today though was mumblers. These people fucking get underneith my ass and whistle. I can't stand them. What makes them feel so special to think they can speak their foreign language in our god-given america.

Just the other day i was at a bar and this guy sitting next to me was mumbling his drink preference to the bartender. He had trouble understanding, but lucky for him the guy didn't want a mixed drink and just pointed to the jack daniel's. So we're sitting there watching the opening-day game, and asks me something...."so bebada schtuda adam dunn bebada??"
I said that he was a good hitter, and that he's the only hope for the team. Then he looks at me and laughs. I didn't care, i was just trying to drink, but he keeps looking at me. I asked him what he wanted and he stopped glancing over.

Then after a while he asked me about reds pitching. I didn't really have an opinion on it. It was mediocre at best and we definetly didn't have any closers worth a shit. I said that i liked harang a couple years back. He looks at me and laughs again. After a few minutes i got up and went to the bathroom. When i came back out he was standing by the entrance on his cellphone so i decided to take a boothe and steer clear of the jackass. I got a better look at him standing up. It was paul wilson. I found out that he was released the very next day. He started for the reds since 03 and signed for two years in 05. He was alright, but he can't talk worth a shit.

there is always a dickface

Granted..... there have been many times i was that dickface. You know that one person who's always putting their 2 cents into a group discussion that he/she is not included. The person that slows down traffic and goes 10 below the limit to play it safe. The person that will hold up a meeting with 20 stupid questions.

Hmmmmm i wonder why this is. Is it because they are bored or just plain stupid? Are they instigating some kind of annoyance on purpose?

I will admit that there were times i was the 20 questions guy. I feel like asking because i don't feel like reading the manual. In all seriousness though most of the time i'm trying to entertain myself. I will do incredibly annoying things WITHOUT a smirk on my face. I laugh histerically on the inside to fuel more fire and give others a reason to bash me and bond with one another. That's the way it always was for me, and i love it. It actually is a big ego booster when the mob is solely against YOU. If someone were to catch on (not once yet in my life) it wouldn't be that big of a deal anyway considering i'm kind of a nomad.

No... i've never been fired. I quit most of my jobs and was "let go" from a sears due to set backs. The only reason why i'm always hired is because i'm young and expected to be a footsoldier. You'd be surprised at how far you can get in any work environment if you use a little elbow grease. Of course this appeal won't end with age. I don't expect to be 50 thinking about sitting down at work. Anyway... on to my childish fart jokes.

An example would be going to work 10 minutes late everyday. Sometimes i would arrive on time but still wait in the parkng lot. This pisses EVERYONE off. Hell, there were even times i wouldn't come in and without a phone call!!!!! oooooooo. The only reason why i'd get away with it is because i did more work than anyone else. (i'm lazy, but at work i just have to stay busy!!!) Also with the amount of work i did i became more of an asset and came to knew many people in surrounding areas. This gave me plenty of ground to work. When i would transport things with employee's names on them chances are i'd stick a booger or wad up scotch tape on a document. he he he i can't wait until i work in a kitchen.

The next time you see a dickface, your worst nightmare might be true. They are doing it just to piss you off. The next time you lose your car keys and you yell "somebody stole my god damn mother fucking keys!!!" they could be in the cellar of a narcissistic maniac with a bunch of lighters, kites, tv remotes, quarters, quadpedal pets, drill bits, and hubcaps.

I have found that there is always a dickface.........even when you are alone.

bring it on 07

Not that i care about dates. It's a new YEAR man, woopee!
Anyway i need a reason to post.

i have some goals set aside for 07
1. get drunk off my ass and end up on national television (i'll take c-span)
2. drive 100,000 miles
3. visit south america and asia
4. hopefully inspire a friend to be himself (awwwwwww)
5. skinny-dip in the winter (already done it though)
6. work in a mental institution for one day
7. scale a mountain
side note to the feds: DO NOT send american taxpaying special forces to come rescue me
8. move out of state

8 is enough, who ever said it wasn't is a porcupine fucking dipshit

taxes

ummm fuck em?

Why in the blue hell should i have to calculate how much YOU took out uncle sam?

Why am i not the one breathing down YOUR neck?

How can a city leave out a cost in the budget for 3 years, and then hike the rate?

Why can't the government spend the money on something practical.........like a new orleans further inland? I'm just waiting for san francisco to crumble.

Why can't i get a fucking grant, it wouldn't be because i'm a born u.s. citizen? No, it can't be?
(Not that i haven't thought of leaving and coming back)

Waa waa waa, i know what you're thinking. This is the greatest country on earth and things could be a lot worse.
Well i happen to think that things could be better!