Monthly Archives: June 2006

Addicted to Love

Leave a reply

It sucks. Life sucks. People suck. Drop the bomb I say. Finish them all off and start all over again. Probably happened already. Just so disappointed in humanity today it could all go away and I could care less. Totally fed up and sick of it all. Really. I’m not in a bad mood, just sick of most everyone. Brushed up against a realtor and now I feel unclean. I should’ve known it was going to be a crap day. Waking up at 4:15 should’ve been the tip off, but no, I wrestled with sleep and pinned two more hours to the mat.

I woke up and I did the right thing last night by getting my coffee ready, i.e. opening the can. After that it was all downhill. Took a shower, towel in the kitchen. Small things started adding up at like 6:45. Bill was going to his parents tonight so I said that I would see him tomorrow night at Philip Beansprout’s office. As I was leaving and wishing him a good day he mentioned that tomorrow is his solo session. Something I didn’t know before. Apparently he and Philip worked it out, unbeknownst to me. Me? I had issues that I wanted to bring up and now I have to wait another week. Perhaps I will perhaps I won’t. Right now I don’t give a shit.

Before I left I checked my emails and found a comment waiting for authorization. It was from some crazed bitch reeking of god knows what, so pungent the foul odor it permeated the computer screen. I figured it was an evangelical screed post mark of the beast type of thing. Or yet another Nigerian official. No this was a whole other type of grifter. But I vaguely knew this hairy backed bowlegged no ass syphilitic parasite. Chupy Draga made 3 million not from blowing off trolls under highway overpasses, but from suing some cancerous financial institution. For who knows? I’d think it was a lack of sexual harassment.

She claims her ‘problem’ was no laughing matter, but seemed to make for an easy grift if you catch my drift. An accusation of Narcissism also was levied upon me. It was all rather funny in a car crash kind of way. The poor thing, suffering so. Her pharmacologist should really give her a call. I showed Juan the email and he couldn’t believe what a loser she is. I guess that’s how he might feel, but personally I think there are so many other words out there to describe her illicit existence. So she’ll just be a footnote, not even worth writing her name. Let’s just let her have that illusion of power, it’s probably all she has left.

It’s been that kind of day. A roller coaster, nearly literally. At work there were so many clients it was quite busy and there is a certain protocol about how things are. It really gave me an indirect glimpse into the British class system. Not all the Brits though just one or two. Snooty types. Prats I think they’re called. The funny thing is, the ones you’d think would be snotty or snooty are cool and down to earth. It’s the other two who think their shit don’t stank.

And tonight, this wasn’t homework. This was a pleasure.

Within You, Without You

Leave a reply

Wednesday night in the rainy season. Very wet despite precautions. So sick of the rain. I could never live in Arcata I would go insane so kudos to them that do. Today was busy and I was running around quite a bit. Major client in the office today and four more expected tomorrow. I will be a jugglin’. The day slid into stupidity as it wound down with more and more contact with people.

Sitting at home after a day like what I just described. Juan and I watched Sarah Silverman’s ‘Jesus is Magic’ DVD that Juan had bought yesterday. She’s very funny, and I hate to use the term edgy, but she is. She spins things on their head. It’s hard to describe but she’s quite outrageous. Bill watched some of it but couldn’t bear to watch too much since he’s tired and wasn’t really feeling her particular type of humor. She’s a lot like Sandra Bernhard back in the eighties.

Juan’s wisdom teeth are coming in and he’s in a bit of pain. I sympathize. Mine came in without a problem, low pressure. So much for being the same person.

I was thinking the same thing the other day about this blog. It felt like homework. I remembered the type of student I used to be, a C student. This caused my parents, actually my father a great deal of anguish. He came up with the brilliant idea that I should sit at the dining room table and do two hours of homework each school night. My brother Brian had to do the same thing. It didn’t matter if there was homework that could be done in 10 minutes or a half hour or if there was no homework at all.

We would have to sit at the table with my parents twenty feet away in the living room watching television very loudly. My father was slowly losing his hearing and the TV had to very loud. We were supposed to hunker down and study in these conditions. Eventually Brian graduated and I was alone at the table. When there were nights with little or no homework I would simply go to the encyclopedia and copy whatever was on a page or interesting subject word by word.

It helped make 2 hours go by a bit faster. The were the occasions where my parents would go out, or to the store or god forbid parent teacher night at school. I would freak out on those nights hoping that the teacher would like me enough and perhaps have some insight that if they said the wrong thing I would more than likely come to school scarred in some way or another.

I usually went to school unscathed, perhaps a ringing in my ears from being yelled at. Report card time was nightmarish. Never forged the document but man that piece of paper caused a lot of stress and strife in that house in Lodi. Really ugly scenes. There was always the reminder that my father was spending x amount of dollars on my catholic school education. Not like I asked to go.