Month: December 2005

there was a woman reading tarot cards at a bar we went to tonight. I really had no intrest in at first, it’s too much like religion…..cards that tell you the future, sure, people believe crazier shit and they blow themselves up, i’m not giving her money and jesus doesn’t make me feel guilty for having sex.

it’s too ironic for us to avoid so we all talk about how we’re all going to go talk to her but not until we’ve drank enough. merritt went first, came back saying “she’s good”, like it was a lapdance with a stripper….then valerie went…valerie convinced me, fine…i’ll do it, just so i can be like “naw, i was right..even if she watched me from the moment i walked in and ‘tagged me’ as a certain personality or type”.

she deals out the cards and starts reading. i know tarot cards as well as i know something else i don’t know anything about.

now i’m not sure if this like a birthday wish and if i say it makes it untrue but i don’t really believe in the first place so i can’t jinx it anymore. she told me on the 2nd card i’m not happy where i live and need to leave soon. okay, good guess, what else.

she told me i should quit my job. im unemployed, are you suggesting suicide? next card, told me i’m on the right path but i need to use the phone more, open up more to people who i normally wouldn’t.

im really not sure about it…like so many things that were creepy but there can be so many other explanations. like so much of it is “i’ll believe her cuz i believe she can tell the truth” but when you just sit there and say “okay sup” and she startsl

im just glad she didn’t say i should watch out for someone shooting me. I’d pay her $5-10 a week to say “no one is going to shoot you, it’s okay”.

fucking memphis
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i can see the end coming and i feel bad for everyone who loves me.
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as much as i like getting stuff, i hate christmas. it’s just guilt, guilt, guilt. it’s like everyone exchanges gifts and everyone always beats me. it’s 12/26/06 and valerie still doesn’t have her christmas present. we’re going to the mall wednesday and hopefully she can find something she likes. what’s sad is she didn’t expect me to have anything for her to unwrap. she got me a dvd player.

last wednesday she called me and told me she was coming over. i had started pretty early wednesday, eating pills you shouldn’t eat before the sun sets, and passed out.

i wake up the next morning and theres chinese food in the fridge for me and a angry note on my keyboard. she said she forgave me when she got in my bed and laid next to me and smelled the whiskey from the glass on the night stand.

worst
boyfriend
ever
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as much as i like getting stuff, i hate christmas. it’s just guilt, guilt, guilt. it’s like everyone exchanges gifts and everyone always beats me. it’s 12/26/06 and valerie still doesn’t have her christmas present. we’re going to the mall wednesday and hopefully she can find something she likes. what’s sad is she didn’t expect me to have anything for her to unwrap. she got me a dvd player.

last wednesday she called me and told me she was coming over. i had started pretty early wednesday, eating pills you shouldn’t eat before the sun sets, and passed out.

i wake up the next morning and theres chinese food in the fridge for me and a angry note on my keyboard. she said she forgave me when she got in my bed and laid next to me and smelled the whiskey from the glass on the night stand.

worst
boyfriend
ever
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The war on religion continues this week. Ever since i’ve moved across from this church, the battles have been heated. Everytime it storms here, the trashcans from the church are flung into my front yard. So everytime it storms, they take a little bit of my life away.

They are working on the duplex and the maintenace guy took the 1 trashcan into the house, leaving me with 0 trashcans. I calmly walk across the street, grab one of the trashcans and drag it back to my house.

I hope they leave a note on my door or something update worthy.
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I wreck lots of cars and deal with insurance companies on a pretty regular basis. They are all roughly the same, but im learning some are worse then others. The only reason im ranting about this is because i want to inform and protect.

AIG is a bunch of fucking assholes. It’s been now almost 2 months since my car was totalled. They have my title. I’ve signed it over to them. They are not returning my calls. My claims adjuster, TOM LARKIN, has had several voicemails left. I have not spoken with him in weeks now. Now they say he’s sick.

So the guy answering the phones is like “okay here, let me give you to SHIRLEY BROWN, his manager. Surprise! I go straight to her voicemail.

I call back again and make the person who answers the phone to check and make sure she’s there before he transfers me. She says “okay looks like a check is being issued today”. I tell her that i think she’s lying. I have no reason to think they are sending me a check just cuz she “says they are”. You could tell me that cows are flying and i wouldn’t be able to tell if that was true because everything is now suspect.

I’ve left a message with the district manager. I fucking hate AIG.
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i am not handling this well.

i went and played golf with eric last night. i know. can you picture it. i had a huge water bottle filled with whiskey, borrowed clubs from eric. i am not a good golf hore….at least the club didn’t break….that would have been awkward…..

god my stomach hurts and life sucks…think im just going back to bed

it’s all starting to come back to me…unshaven, havn’t showered in days, camo pants and a buffalo bills hoody…..i can’t play golf period, whiskey isn’t helping.

i swing and miss the ball. Spin backwards and fall down on the driving mat. Eric laughing his ass off. I sit there for a second until it’s funny to me and i start laughing. So glad it wasn’t crowded, if anyone else had seen that i might have got the cops called on us.

i stumble in and buy another bucket of balls. Smile at the underage white trash girl at the register. Drunk, golf, whiskey, underage white trash….total experience.
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Internet!

I want to use this free service to explain a little bit about myself. I am a very accepting person. We are all humans at the end of the day and we need to stop hating on people.

Im going to say it

Mac users deserve the rights that homosexuals have. They need to be able to vote, drive and be able to get married. I am not going to hate anymore. I hangout with gay people, i should hangout with mac users. I mean it’s not their fault. I bet there is a Mac gene that you just inherit from a Mac uncle.

It’s cool. i understand. The laptop is shiney, i must buy it. The apple looks cute. But people who produce(straight people), need a PC to produce. Windows is a bitch, my shit doesn’t boot up sometimes, but at least i know i’m being up front with people.

So walk proud, out into the street with your rainbow t-shirt, your ipod, your ibook and your “life partner”. I’m not going to hate no more.
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My friend Andy George died saturday night. Heart attack. Not really much to say.

The viewiing is from 5-7pm at High Point Funeral Home on Wedenesday the 14th….funeral is on thursday at 11am at Calgary @ Forrest Hill.

I keep updating this post…..ive been drinking a lot of whiskey and blacking out so i want to put this in mysql before something happens.

it’s not paranoia if they’re really after you..or whatever….andy and i were in a car wreck where we both almost died. Now he’s dead. It’s selfish to think your next but this really seems like a bad movie…oh well, at least it’s a bad movie about a bad website.

i really wonder what happens when you die.
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Week 4 without a car…walked to taco bell today….im not proud of it but i’m poor until these checks get cashed and nothing cures a hangover like taco bell. After i order my number 8, she asks me if i want to donate $1 to some children’s fund. I say sure, you know, for the kids. She hands me this christmas tree and a huge sharpie and says “write your name”.

I scribble in huge letters, alternating caps, ScoutMasterToad and hand it back to her.

She replies “scoutmastertoad?” I say it’s a online thing. She shrugs and sticks it up with the rest of the little christmas trees.

I need to go back and get a pic.
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