I am through...

with the waking up
and the driving to Cheektovegas
and the listening to short white-haired people
and pretending to give a damn about those fucking people

of not making food for my homies
and of not keeping a tidy house
and of not having a couple of lvl 60s ready for the expansion pack release next month

in other words...

i'm laid off

Wondering if anyone possibly could spare the use of a truck for an hour or two. I need to take a large pile of trash to the dump. It's not gross or anything -mostly construction debris- and everything is bagged, plus we can line the bed with tarps-so it shouldn't make a mess at all. I just need to cart it from my house in the city to the transfer station off Ogden St. If it's a good size truck I imagine we could get it all in one-maybe two-trips.

It could involve compensation as well...

Thanks

Stingrays mutilated in wake of Crocodile Hunter's death

People are so stupid and petty. Like news of people killing and/or mutilating stingrays is ever gonna get around in the stingray community.

stingray1: oh we never should have killed that Irwin-dude

stingray2: yeah, sucks bigtime, now those humans all killing us all over

stingray1: why didn't George (stingray who killed Irwin) just go against all his natural instincts and not sting a big scary thing coming up on him suddenly

stingray2: yeah, it sucks bigtime, let's make a pact to never kill another human...

Good work defenders of humnaity. Now we'll never have that 4th death in recorded history from a stingray. We are saved.

I have become, to my amazement, a somewhat decent painter. Not in the portrait kind of painter way, but in the paint-stained guy on a ladder kind of way. I've been drawing near-straight lines all over the place: the ceiling, above the baseboard, etc. I've even started holding the brush like a pro, kinda nestled between thumb and forefinger like a pencil, the handle used solely for balance. And now...now, my hand hurts. But I have near-straight lines all over the place, and it's all worth it. Hopefully tomorrow is the last day of painting this year. Upstairs can wait till next year.

I actually emailed some friends today, which is amazingly rare. I have a communication problem. Basically, if I don't see you in person, I don't talk to you much. I just can't seem to get myself to actually do it. I put it off and off and off... My mother called on my birthday and I still haven't called her. She'll probably read this too (and if you do, thanks and I love ya) and think I have time for blogging but not for calling. Which, in a way, is true. Phones are my kryptonite. Especially cell phones. I didn't like phones when I could hear people fine, and now that they cut out and the battery runs low and you lose the damn things everywhere, I positively hate them. In fact, my phone was stolen about two months ago and I just haven't got a new one yet. Yup, that's right, I'm an American without a phone <gasp>. So anyways my friends will hopefully be happy to receive my semi-longish email, and I will be off the hook for another year or two <phew>.

Now it is time to nestle back with my 40, proper!

sidenote: I always have the urge to end with some time of salutation (is that correct here or is that just hello and not goodbye?). Like, cya fellas, or ciao, or till next time... are you a real person, audience? Do I need to say goodbye to you?

Im thrice thrice thrice. It's on Monday, but maybe there could be some sort of gathering beforehand. On Triplethrice eve, so to say. I know there're a couple other near B-days. Maybe a (e:strip) b-day gala. I'm oh-so-fond of galas!!! Come on down.

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