it's great to be alive...

there's nothing better than being able to spend time w/your fam and actually appreciate it. luv the fam. figure in all the crazy stuff that's happened over the years, including the crizzle crackity shit that has happened this year, and i still would not trade in my family for anything that most would consider materially valuable. these relationships are the ultimate priceless. nothing in the universe could ever compensate for the relationship of a loved one.

thanks family and hopefully we will continue to grow and succeed together as individuals and as a family.

make like George W. is the greatest ever, most wonderfullest president ever existing...

PEACE

mofo somo blos...

these motherfuckers are still fucking w/me about Gotta. plus there's some dumb shit at my kids school. i sense a cover-up. anyway, generally speaking, the '07 was a groundbreaking year for recovery. i still have a ways to go, but some mental and social burdens have been relieved over the last 2 or 3 years.

love the kids, chillin' at home, '07 household expenses being all paid. i cannot complain about any of that. as a result, my perspective on these Euro-capitalist holidays is highly reinforced. fuck Christmas.

my life is so stress free right now, simply because i am completely not caught up w/the fakeness of the wacknazzious holiday season. if i didn't have family members w/birthdays this time of year, i probably wouldn't worry about shit...

i'm all down for Happy New Year, but Santa and all this Jeebus stuff can eat some rotten canned oyster nuts. seriously.

on that note, i'm gonna have an appropriate fecal removal session...

make like this holiday season isn't full of what i'm about to share with the city sewage system...

PEACE

so yo', on tha realz...

ain't shit goin' on but the feces right now...

today is a special family day, but since i don't tend to get into privately identifiable info in this forum, i'll keep that. just know that i know, and that i know you know i know. as long as everyone knows, it's just that much more of a special day today. YAAAY!

anyway, i'd like to be the only one to say that the species of animal called human is a disturbingly environmentally harmful animal.

that will be all for today. i thought i felt like writing, but i really don't.

make like my car is running 100% A-OK!

PEACE

FUCK SAMSUNG...

DON'T BUY SAMSUNG ANYTHING IF YOU CAN HELP IT!

okay, had to get that shit out. Samsung bites ass. i must say in their favor, the customer service they provide from their call center(s) is actually great. unfortunately, their policies suck bloody raw hemmoroidal ass chunks. forget Preperation H. try Preperation D, as in dick over customers by selling shoddy products. almost 2 years ago, i purchased a Samsung HDTV. it was rather impressive at 1st. the ability of HDTV tuners to pull HD broadcasts from a terrestrial signal is quite amazing. too bad i decided to go with a Samsung television to witness this amazing new technology. nothing but woe ever since...

beware the evil samsung...

make like my fucking TV(#4) functions as it's supposed to...

PEACE

don't go shopping on friday...

just cause this is on the blog does not mean i endorse the foolishness that will occur this Friday. i don't even celebrate Thanksgiving. i just recently found out that Indians prefer to be called such as opposed to Americans. the logic being that anyone can be called an American. i usually tend to call Indians Americans because they were here first. technically, American isn't right either, 'cause they didn't make that up at all. then again, they didn't make up Indian either. anyways, Thanksgiving is yet another nutty Judeo-Christian holiday that everyone is forced to recognize, whether or not you want to do so. imagine what would have happened had the Indians not helped the early Europeans...

on that note

make like i'm going shopping instead of getting paid 2x to work Friday...

PEACE

"the laundres mats..."

i really dig gangster flicks. i'm currently in the middle of Deep Cover, which is 1 of my all-time faves. i can't believe this film is 15 years old. it's definitely 90's material, but unlike New Jack City, which i initially enjoyed, but cannot currently stand, it is not 90's in such a way as to be dated.

speaking of NJC, American Gangster is the shibabizzle igadizzle. that is an amazing portrayal of a modern day anti-hero. there are definitely holes where certain info was left out, but it's a film, not a detailed 500 or 600 page book. it was interesting to see that much of the imagery in modern films such as NJC seem to have had influences in actual fact. of course i'm referring to the buttass naked women working w/the heroin in the hi-rise project. great case of truth being stranger than fiction. fuck The Carter, this guy really had some shit like that set up in real life.

don't get me wrong, i do not admire Frank Lucas for creating and maintaining junkies' deathstyles, but he was clearly no organizational slouch. it's an interesting story if nothing else.

anyways, just thought i'd get some shit out. been kinda waywardly busy lately. haven't been making much of a contribution over the last few months. odd seeing as how i have a laptop that i can use away from home. regardless, i'm not all that pressed, 'cause nobody really reads this shit anyway...

make like the Eagles have not returned to their true form...

PEACE

two eight oooooooooh...

i am officially a fat ass now. copped a scale from wizzy Wal-Mart a couple of weeks ago. i thought the thing was inaccurate, because it said i weighed 280lbs. i've never weighed that much in my entire life up to this point. my previous record for slovenly weight accumulation was 275lbs. i lost some of that, but i probably gained more. i don't do diets. what my lazy ass needs to do is exercise...

i have a mountain bike that i've ridden all of perhaps 10 or 15X since it was given to me in 2002-03. that's disgraceful. i used to ride my old bike all over the place. gotta get back to that level of regular exercise. otherwise i am doomed to be swollen like i am now and worse. i'm not trying to go out like my mom did.

make like my current weight distribution is some kind of balanced & healthy...

PEACE

freakin' depression...

the worst possible kind of depression is that which has no apparent cause. i fucking hate that shit. it's fucking irritating, because the unknown source cannot be appropriately addressed and alleviated. it wouldn't be so bad if i didn't get so listless when i'm depressed. it's an odd feeling. sometimes i just don't feel like doing a goddamned thing. most would attribute such an attitude to utter laziness, but the oddity is that i usually tend to multi-task to distraction. in short, me wanting to do not 1 goddamned thing at all is highly uncharacteristic and extremely undesirable. again, not knowing what the immediate cause of the depressive state makes it rather difficult to remove the issue. fortunately though, i am aware of the dangers of my depression escalating. it makes it somewhat easier to manage as a result. i know not to let this shit get too far. i ain't fucking w/the meds unless they are professionally mandated. kinda hard to do that when my ass is not under professional consultation, but no professional has ever recommended meds for me when i was consulting. anyways, usually when i get like this it is a number of things that would normally be mildly unpleasant, but i tend to lump them all together and have some type of emotional failure. it's a type of stress overload if you will. it has always been my opinion that i do not handle certain types of stress all that well. sometimes having an outlet helps. that's one of the reasons i find violent video games so entertaining. they provide an extensive release without anyone getting hurt. unfortunately, or perhaps not, i can't sit around playing GTA all fucking day. FTW and all that. anyways, time to go shove my friggin' lunch/dinner in my face...

make like Tony Romo had the greatest game of his life on Monday...

PEACE

classic FTW rant...

i'm pissed the fuck off. it's likely no one's fault but mine, but i'm pissed off nonetheless. not that anyone would ask, but the cause is financial (of course it is...). long story short, i made 10 hours extra @ time and a half, but i'm broke as shit and just got paid today. that shit is beyond irksome. perhaps if i was not involved in a relationship, i would not be as concerned. that is not the case. the wife seems to show little or no concern for the lack of income that exists until there is something that she feels is missing. that usually involves some material object (like shoes) or groceries (even though there is food in the household). it's odd because she will proceed to harass me until the projected need is sufficiently addressed. meanwhile, according to her, she never gets what she wants. interesting concept. anyway, today i did not feel like getting into a verbal sparring match over finances. i am fucking pissed though. blah, blah, blah...

make like i don't work just to pay friggin' bills...

PEACE

fuck!

not in a good mood today. fucking warranty garage turns out to be shit, so Gotta has to be re-evaluated. come to find out after the fact that the warranty company was not even supposed to recommend the asshole who kept Gotta for damn near a month and didn't even fix the car properly. the loud noise is gone, but the engine is shaking and still making noise. talk about being pissed.

i get to work and find that my dinner is generally not pleasant. my wife decided to use the wasted, soggy-ass romaine on my mushed-to-stickiness bread chicken patty sandwiches. combine that with some potatoes au gratin where the cheese ain't quite melted, and i'm just loving my evening meal...not. guess it fit that she also did not close the lid on my thermos so the coffee spilled on me & Gotta repeatedly. basically it's just a fun ass night 2 nite.

gotta snap outta the funk i'm in. unlike most people, i don't like being in funky moods when i'm in them. unfortunately, funky moods tend to be easily aggravated by normally ignorable irritants. of course i have to work w/the human talk-a-thon this evening. as i've said my whole life, if i say you talk too much, you talk too goddamn much. i fucking talk too much, so if you trigger my talk too much alert, you're generally fucking up.

what else is going on? oh yeah, my fucking HT receiver is acting the fuck up. probably gonna have to tank that fucker. don't think it's under warranty any more. guess shit falls in the toilet in bunches. gotta put it together and act like i know how to wipe my fucking ass...

make like Blogger's formatting issues aren't starting to piss me off & blogger actually responded to my request for assistance...

PEACE