It seems like everyone shit out their brains between five o'clock and eight o'clock this evening. Just because a dude can answer questions in his Grammar class he's suddenly fucking worthy of papparazzi treatment. How pathetic are people becoming?
I know a few words. Leave me alone!
Fuck! There's a word for you. Off! There's a nother. Put'em together and you'll know what to do.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Holey Book
It took nearly 5 hours, but I finished a flyer for a fake literacy event. The flyer, and the entire concept and details for it.
The shit you go through when you want to put a bullet through one of your character's head; oh we'll pick him off at the thing with the kids...jeyzus.
The shit you go through when you want to put a bullet through one of your character's head; oh we'll pick him off at the thing with the kids...jeyzus.
Saturday, September 06, 2008
Grampa Fall Down
I swear to Gawd, my aunt will smother my grandfather to death before the night is over. She will pick up one pillow, possibly another one for insurance, and apply pressure until his boney arms stop flailing.
My grandfather was diagnosed with cancer about three or four years ago. He's been deteriorating slowly ever since. Once a night I go to his house, where he lives with his wife (my grandmother, naturally), and one of his daughters, who has two kids on the ever-blazing road to damnation and nowhere. One's going to damnation, the other is just going nowhere
My grandfather has been sequesterd to the living room sofa as he is immobile without assistance. He has a walker, his wheelchair, and as he likes to keep falling off the sofa - me.
Tonight, Grampa took another dive off of the couch. My aunt went out for groceries; one of her kids was at work, the other - a preteen, tween; whatever the fuck these mutants are dubbed these days - so my grandparents were left alone, and Grampa was supposed to be asleep.
Well - - he wasn't. So, he tries to get up, but since he hasn't used his legs solely by themselves, they are not up to supporting his body weight no matter how much weight the cancer has taken from him.
Up - - - AND DOWN. And my aunt is sick of having to find people to help her pick him up. We are looking for hospital beds, but their costs are keeping my family from procurring one. I know a few people in the lower levels of the medical field and could probably sneak one out the back of an old folks' home or a morgue.
I'm just waiting for this damn buzz to kick in.
My grandfather was diagnosed with cancer about three or four years ago. He's been deteriorating slowly ever since. Once a night I go to his house, where he lives with his wife (my grandmother, naturally), and one of his daughters, who has two kids on the ever-blazing road to damnation and nowhere. One's going to damnation, the other is just going nowhere
My grandfather has been sequesterd to the living room sofa as he is immobile without assistance. He has a walker, his wheelchair, and as he likes to keep falling off the sofa - me.
Tonight, Grampa took another dive off of the couch. My aunt went out for groceries; one of her kids was at work, the other - a preteen, tween; whatever the fuck these mutants are dubbed these days - so my grandparents were left alone, and Grampa was supposed to be asleep.
Well - - he wasn't. So, he tries to get up, but since he hasn't used his legs solely by themselves, they are not up to supporting his body weight no matter how much weight the cancer has taken from him.
Up - - - AND DOWN. And my aunt is sick of having to find people to help her pick him up. We are looking for hospital beds, but their costs are keeping my family from procurring one. I know a few people in the lower levels of the medical field and could probably sneak one out the back of an old folks' home or a morgue.
I'm just waiting for this damn buzz to kick in.
Dizzy
Workout was a tizzy today. Work wound up being rather unpredictable; even nice.
But the workout was where I puked. There's a big difference betwen a story about a nice day, and a story about a guy puking. Who knows where the puking will lead? Maybe we'll see blood, maybe there's a love interest with a socially sick fetish - - and fuck a moist skunk every day you don't find someone who believes in these things.
Did leg curls, moved to squats, and it was during the squats where my belly signaled its need to expel some toxic demons. I was able to stall it until I did all four sets. After the fourth, I stalled for a bit, struck up a conversation with a couple of folks, but the septic gurgling got the best of me. I bowed down to the toilet bowl.
It wasn't much - I was in an out of the bathroom in, like, three minutes. Afterwords, I did a couple more sets of exercise, happily settled in with the dizziness that still prevailed (starting to think I have/had an inner ear infection), and I made my way home.
That's about it. Nice and quiet at the moment. Could use some rain like yesterday, but the aftermath is brutal as humidity and heat molest one another well into the wee hours of the next day.
But the workout was where I puked. There's a big difference betwen a story about a nice day, and a story about a guy puking. Who knows where the puking will lead? Maybe we'll see blood, maybe there's a love interest with a socially sick fetish - - and fuck a moist skunk every day you don't find someone who believes in these things.
Did leg curls, moved to squats, and it was during the squats where my belly signaled its need to expel some toxic demons. I was able to stall it until I did all four sets. After the fourth, I stalled for a bit, struck up a conversation with a couple of folks, but the septic gurgling got the best of me. I bowed down to the toilet bowl.
It wasn't much - I was in an out of the bathroom in, like, three minutes. Afterwords, I did a couple more sets of exercise, happily settled in with the dizziness that still prevailed (starting to think I have/had an inner ear infection), and I made my way home.
That's about it. Nice and quiet at the moment. Could use some rain like yesterday, but the aftermath is brutal as humidity and heat molest one another well into the wee hours of the next day.
Friday, September 05, 2008
Here We Go Again
Decided to slip into some familiar skin. The other place felt - - - ill; sick somehow. Not good. This one comforts easily.
tired. when are we not tired.anymore?
but something's wrong. need a change.
tired. when are we not tired.anymore?
but something's wrong. need a change.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Daily Blur
These past couple of weeks have blurred by. Returning to work has been about as uneventful as karaoke in a morgue, but that hasn't stopped the clock from whirling by, and the sun and moon from playing atomic seesaw all around the Earth.
A new semester has begun at the university, which has quadrupled my workload on its own, nevermind that I'm still getting in my regular workouts, though I've had to shift them from five to six days to four to five days. I'm not sure if it's helping or hurting me yet; still too soon to tell. Today, I saw some things I liked, some things I didn't. The shoulders are popping out, the biceps are starting to show cut; it's just the midsection that needs some atttention, and I know that would go away if I was wise enough to replace some of the lifting with running.
For most folks, it's the other way around, even though they don't know it. More weight is lost by lifting than running.
I'm not saying anyting no one doesn't know or feel. I'm not saying anything anyone wants to hear either. That's why I choose to rarely say anything to anyone.
A new semester has begun at the university, which has quadrupled my workload on its own, nevermind that I'm still getting in my regular workouts, though I've had to shift them from five to six days to four to five days. I'm not sure if it's helping or hurting me yet; still too soon to tell. Today, I saw some things I liked, some things I didn't. The shoulders are popping out, the biceps are starting to show cut; it's just the midsection that needs some atttention, and I know that would go away if I was wise enough to replace some of the lifting with running.
For most folks, it's the other way around, even though they don't know it. More weight is lost by lifting than running.
I'm not saying anyting no one doesn't know or feel. I'm not saying anything anyone wants to hear either. That's why I choose to rarely say anything to anyone.
Dick in the House
Medically employed dick-watchers get upset because someone sardonically comments that they watch dick all day.
Fucking rookie. Was it day one?
Get back here and watch my dick.
Fucking rookie. Was it day one?
Get back here and watch my dick.
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