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October 09, 2006

Oh, and before I forget....

Happy Birthday, Mr. Lennon....

I am still aware of your absence and always will be.
(Mostly because it still hurts so much and sucks so bad...)

Posted by: Stevie at 10:24 AM | Comments (1662) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

I want them outta here now...

And, that's NOW!, not "now", nicely....
Furthermore, they don't need to bother showing up ever again as far as I'm concerned.

"What is she talkin' about? Who leave?"

These chucklefucks from Jersey, that's who.

I am about sick and fuckin' TIRED of being told, not ASKED, about this shit.
About who can come here, how long they can stay and how many there are of 'em.

Jr.'s "friends" from Jersey showed up here Friday night.
Actually, only one did.
The other ASSHOLE came by BUS Saturday night.

They're still here.
They won't fuckin' LEAVE.
They THINK.

First, "they" were supposed to leave Sunday night.

NOOOOObody asked if they could stay in the first fuckin' place, but, we'll just set that aside with a NAIL in it for now... (fuck "a pin" in it. I'm up to RAILROAD SPIKES now, let alone a fuckin' nail...)

They didn't leave last night.

We were TOLD they'd be gone this morning.

Guess fuckin' WHAT?

Still here.

But, the doors to the house are now locked and I'm the only one in here and, if ya don't LIVE here, ya ain't gettin' in.

I have had way much more than enough of this shit now.
Actually, I had enough about two fuckin' days ago.

I have not reached the age of 43, after having been in charge of my own life for the last several hundred years, to now be TOLD by some buncha snot-nosed PUNKS what's gonna happen IN MY LIFE AND HOUSE.

Nope.
No way.
Abso-fuckin'-lutely NOT.

In fact, they are NOT to come back here anymore, not after this horseshit.

And, if ANYBODY doesn't like that, THEY can get the fuck out.

I am not being treated in a reasonable manner in this situation, therefore I do not feel a need to BE reasonable about any of it.

And, I most certainly WILL explain this in whatever manner people need it explained to be CLEAR that I do NOT appreciate this, nor will I tolerate it any longer.

We, the ADULTS in this house, are being taken advantage of, used, lied to and jerked around.

And, this shit is TOTALLY UNACCEPTABLE.
And, it ain't happenin' for one more second, nor ever again.

I am NOT that stupid, fat, useless cunt in Jersey and I will NOT put up with the shit she revels in.
Jr. may be used to disregarding everything she says and more power to him for that, but... I ain't her and he's gonna fuckin' well know it by the end of this day.

As much as I can be hospitable and nice to people, I can be TWICE as much the opposite when provoked and Jesus FUCK, am I being provoked here.

First, biggest and seemingly ENDLESS mistake here is the whole "not being asked first" bullshit.

That ends NOW.

And, if it doesn't?

Heh.
You don't wanna see what'll happen next.

I am NOT having MY life taken over by a goddamned fuckin' teenager.
Or anybody else.

I run my life.
ME.
Not him.
Not his buddies.

They don't seem to understand that yet, but, they will.

Latest word is they're leaving in "fifteen minutes".

Don't think I won't be timing that and it's only fuckin' DAYS after they were "supposed to" leave.

I just told Sr. they ain't comin' here again. Not after this shit.
If they can't hear, listen or have any respect, they can fuckin' well stay in Jersey.

I'm not gonna put up with it.
Not for anybody, not for any reason.

You wanna come and do whatever you damned well please and stay til you not only wear out any welcome you may have forced outta me but have me this pissed off?
Fuck you.
Get out.
Fuck off and don't come back.

Happy now?

Assholes.

Posted by: Stevie at 10:12 AM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

October 08, 2006

Coupla quick things...

First of all, if we hafta go grocery shopping again before the first of the (next) year, I am gonna shit.
That "20% off" crap is pretty cool.
(And, I have enough points so far to get gas for $1.16 a gallon...)

What's NOT so cool is clicking on Xfire and seeing two years worth of archives missing.
Give me a freakin' heart attack, why don'tcha?
God.

I emailed Pixy and called Paul and *poof*, they were back.

Now, I'll never know which thing it was that worked, though, in the past, calling Paul to rat out this machine for shit has resulted in it "healing itself" before he could call back, soooo...

What's even less cool is buttheads who DON'T LISTEN.
And, by this, I mean the asshole I used to work for at the horse farm.

I told that shit-for-brains A YEAR AGO that if he wants to actually GET ME on the phone, call my cell.
Even wrote the number down for him about 5 times in various places, including the message board in the barn.
So, what does he do?
Keeps calling the fuckin' landline, which is only used for this computer.
Hell, I don't even get the "you have a message" flashing red light til this pooter falls off line.

Then, I talked to the Mrs. over there a week and a half ago about the last $200 for Bo.
Told her alllll about how the checks were issued too late to get to the bank in time for them to clear by Saturday and how, when that happens, it's not til TUESDAY that they clear and about how Nextel fucked up my account for three goddamned days and how NEXT Friday (the 6th) is when Eric gets paid again and how if the checks were issued CORRECTLY this time, I'd be there Saturday with the money, WHICH I WAS, or Tuesday if they fucked it up again like last time.

So, tonight (Saturday night... it was Saturday when I woke up and I haven't been to bed yet, so, to me, it's still "Saturday"), before I went over there with the money, I get these two messages from MR BOSS, from Wednesday and Friday- BEFORE ERIC EVEN GOT PAID, mind you- wondering where I was with the money.

Idiot.

So, I go over there with his money EXACTLY like I said I was going to, go to the store and come home to yet another message from that asshole from earlier today that the phone didn't indicate was there til I had to reboot this stupid computer around 10:30pm, and he's all pissy about not hearing from me and saying how if he DIDN'T hear from me, he'd come get the horse and sell him.

FUCKIN' idiot.

So.
I do believe I'll be taking a little RIDE tomorrow WITH THE CHECK STUB and EXPLAIN YET AGAIN to this DICKHEAD what the FUCK I said in the first fuckin' place AND tell him to shove his farm straight up his fuckin' ass.

Talk to ME like I'm rippin' him off...
Threaten to SELL MY HORSE???

Oh, buddy... fuck you and your fuckin' farm.
You stupid, deaf prick.

Then, I come here and see Xfire all fucked up?
Gawd...
I'm rather surprised I didn't go completely haywire right then.

*deep breath*
*another one*

But... Xfire is fine and I'm fine.
Bob, however, is gonna be one smacked ASS when I get done with him tomorrow.
Bet on it.

Then, of course, there's the teeny, tiny, totally insignifcant part about THEM owing ME $60....
(And, they have owed me this money all goddamned summer....)

I shoulda just given him $140 and been done with it and I would have, had I known about that last message when I went over there.
That muthafucker....

And, he didn't even have the balls to mention that last message when I was over there, either.
Like, "Disregard my last message", or anything.

Jerkoff.

AND, not knowing about that last asshole message of his, I asked again about going back to work for him soon.
And he's all "Oh yeah, real soon here..." and smiley.

Pee. eff. tee.

That ain't gonna happen now.
Or ever.
Not after this.

Not unless I get one HUGE apology, complete with fuckin' FLOWERS.

And probably not even then.

He's got one hell of a nerve talking to me like that.
And, owing me money.

I think what I'll do is tweeze a nose hair to produce tears and go tell MRS BOSS the shitty things "MR BOSS" said and make it like I know she understood what I said and told it to HIM right and HE got it all fouled up and said what he did, all shitty like he did, to me.

He'll pay hell for THAT forever.

If she has to choose between admitting she fucked up or blaming HIM, he's fucked.

That, I know.

Christ knows they both spent enough time telling me how retarded the other one is while I worked there....

OR, I could just tell Eric's boss the whole story, like a "Man, you were right about Bob" thing because he's already been around the block with Bob a time or two and he also knows, and will totally tell people, when Eric got paid and what a fucktard Bob is.
Eric's boss will LOVE the part about how Bob acted like this when THEY OWE ME money.

Icing on the cake, as it were.

Well, one way or the other, Bob's gonna end up eating his own asshole on this one.

You do NOT talk to me like I'm some kinda piece of shit like that and expect to get away with it.
You wanna ACT like I'm the kinda person who'd dick you around or whatever and I most certainly will BE that kinda person.
Especially if I've done NOTHING WRONG.
Especially if I've done EXACTLY what I said I'd do.
And, you agreed to it in the first place.

And, about that $60...
Bob also said some shit about "free financing" on Bo.
Maybe I'll just tell HER to tell HIM to fuckin' KEEP IT as a "financing fee".
(Can't miss whatcha never had, right?)

It'd be worth the $60 just to make him feel like the class-one dickhead he is.

Besides, that way, when I tell the story and BOY, will I tell the story, I can add that I told them to keep what they owed me for Bob's "fee".

Make him look like SHIT.
(Worse than he already does himself...)

*coupla minutes later*

Holy shit.
So, do ya think he pissed me off, or what?

I didn't even really think I was that pissed til I started writing it down, here.
(And, I've edited the shit outta this, too. Removed about a paragraph's worth of pure vitriol, once I'd calmed down and did a re-read. I figured if it was wearin' me out reading it, it'd have bored you guys silly...)

But, I mean, Jesus, ya know?

I tell these people 80 fuckin' times to CALL MY CELL if they really need to reach me and he ignores that.
I tell her what the deal is and she's all fine with it.
Then, he basically harasses me for DAYS, before there's even money to give him, because... because... well, because he's a fuckin' KNOTHEAD, then... he threatens to sell Bo, simply because he (Bob) is too stupid to a.) do what I said and CALL THE CELL and b.) never listens to her about anything anyway.

Like any of that is MY fault.

*rolls eyes*

JeZUS, I hate stupid people.
Especially willfully stupid people, people who frickin' well know better and INSIST on being stupid anyway.
WHICH is about, what?
90% of the goddamned population of the planet?

I say what I mean and mean what I say.

How fuckin' hard is that to follow?
Must be "very".

And, however hard that concept is to grasp, it must be damned near impossible to DO, seeing how so many people fail to do it or recognize it when someone else does it.

I have never ONCE given that man reason ONE to think the way he so apparently does about me.
My only conclusion is that he knows HE'D do that to someone, therefore it's easy for him to jump to that conclusion about somebody else.

Which, considering what's gone on around him about hay in the past, IS the truth...

Besides which, he's as racist as the year is long.

He told me one morning that he was exhausted because he'd gotten no sleep the night before.
I asked him what had happened, how come he didn't get any sleep.
He said, and I quote... "I just found out a friend of mine used to be married to a nigger."

Whaaa?

I knew then that he was a tad bit weird.
I let that slide.

Then, I saw the BLACK LAWN JOCKEY ON HIS DECK!!!!

I'd never actually seen one of them before.
Not in person, anyway.
Only one I'd ever seen was on "All in the Family", which Mr. Munson gave to Archie as some kind of gift and even Archie Freakin' Bunker knew enough, had enough sense, to be embarrassed by it.

(Okay, now I'm laughing... what an idiot this guy really, actually is.)

Which leads me to wonder why I'm getting all het up over an asshole thinking stupid shit about me...

He thinks stupid shit 24/7, obviously.
About EVERYBODY.
Hell, he even thinks Eric's boss is an asshole, which he sooo is not.
He's one of the nicest people we've ever known.

Yeah... if ol' Bob can think that about that man, it's an easy step for Bob to conclude that I'd try to not give him his money because he tries so hard to not give other people their money.

And, really.
Is that the kinda guy I want to work for or even be around?

No.

I can't abide assholes, not even for money.
Especially when I don't get the money, like I have yet to get for those three days they owe me for.
His "financing fee", as it shall henceforth be known.

Okay.
I've got it, now.
I'm cool.

I need my bill of sale from Mrs. Boss and I'll go see her about that.
When I do, I am gonna ask her what she thinks I said to her when I called her about the last $200 a week and a half ago and when she repeats back to me what I actually said like I know she will, I'm gonna tell her "the rest of the story", including the part about the "free financing" and how he can keep that $60 for the friggin' fee and then... that'll be it for me with them, my choice.

They'll find out when they call me back to work and I don't bother.

I'll remove shit for $20 a day, but I won't EAT shit for ten times that.

I may not be deluded enough to think I'm "all that and a bag of chips", but I'm also not deluded enough to think I deserve that crap.

I don't GIVE shit.
I don't TAKE shit.
I am not in the shit business.
At least, not for HIM anymore.

And now, since I've had the oven "preheating" since I sat down here, and I am no longer pissed enough to eat my own face anymore, I think I'll go bake that cake.
(And, just by the way... what the fuck is "preheating" an oven? What, are ya supposed to set the stupid thing on FIRE before you turn it on or something? Stupid word, that. "Preheat". Fuckin' IMPOSSIBLE. How the hell can it be heated BEFORE it's heated? Can someone explain that to me and George Carlin, please?)

Posted by: Stevie at 02:48 AM | Comments (3941) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

October 07, 2006

Just want you to know I remember you, I know who you are... or... "were"...

LINDA SOBEK

I watch American Justice and City Confidential all the time and right now, AJ is running an episode called "A Model Murder".
As soon as I saw the synopsis "A Los Angeles model goes missing after a photo shoot..." I said, outloud, "Linda?"
Then, they began the show, showing a sign saying "Hermosa Beach" and then I knew it was about you.

I read the book years ago.

Your murderer shoulda been put to death.

I just wanted you to know I haven't forgotten you.
Also want you to know that when I think of you, it's YOU I think about, alive and loving your life and everyone in it, not what that bastard did to you.

From what I've read, you were an even more beautiful woman on the inside than you were physically.
A "good girl", sweet, close to your family, nice to everybody...

Makes me wish I could have known you in life, instead of in a book about your murder.

R.I.P., Linda.
We won't forget.

Posted by: Stevie at 04:52 PM | Comments (1) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Guess what?

Based on what I woke up to and how, I'll take the lump-sum payment and make Bret my famous and much loved "ribs and all the fixin's" for dinner when he gets here.

Just wow, man.

Now, the dogs (specifically Ziggy, the big-mouthed fucktard) did bark me awake at one point, but, I simply got on my knees (always a fun thing to attempt half-asleep on a waterbed) and beat on the window frame while issuing threats of a violent bent upon his person (dogson?) and he did stfu and I did gbts (go back to sleep).
So, basically, I've decided that that doesn't count.
It's all good in spite of him.

And, even more amazing, when I came down here (realizing that we are gonna hafta get some heat goin' here soon, dagnabit), I saw that my late-night labors have NOT been thoroughly undone, yay.

Of course, there was only one cuppa coffee in the Harley thing, thus requiring me to make another pot, but after a "double-vinegar cleaning" the other day, it makes a pot of coffee in way much less than the 45 minutes it had been taking, so... that don't count, neither.
Technically, I won't NOT have coffee at any point, the cup I did get will last til the new pot is done, so cool.

AND, I got the coolest idea for a shopping trip that must be completed by midnight...
Yeah, I s'pose that could use some clarification, right?

See, the store I go to (Giant), always has these "point-collecting things" they do.
Like, the more you spend, the more points you get toward gas, free turkeys and ham and money off your next checkout bill.

I currently have a coupon that says I get 20% off the next checkout and it has to be redeemed by midnight tonight.
Why wait til the last second, you ask?
Because the guys got paid yesterday and it didn't clear til today and prior to this, there wasn't enough cash readily available to make redeeming said coupon sooner worth it.

So, I called and got the specifics as to "by when, at the latest" and such, then hoped like hell we wouldn't have a repeat of last payday's bullshit (which we didn't) and now, here we go.

And, like I said, I got this great idea.

Somebody, and I don't care who, is coming with me when I do this.
We will each have a shopping cart.
One will be for the "big, bulky things", like dog and cat food, cases of soda, shit like that.
The other will be for the smaller items.
We will utilize both carts (or buggies, if you're blessedly Suth'n) and max out that 20% like champs.

Too bad we don't have that new freezer yet.
If we did, I'd have everybody around here at that store, tied together with shopping carts like elephants in a parade.

But, the freezer is still mostly jammed full and the pantry (now that I rearranged it) has room, as do other storage-type places around here, so... "not freezer crap" it shall be.
Really, with the boss stuffing the freezer full of beef all the time, all we ever hafta buy is chicken, which is pretty cheap anyway, so... whatever, ya know?

Oooh, daaamn, I just got another idear, here...

I oughta go on and get the fixin's for a low-country boil again, too...

'Course, I did just make about 75 pounds of chili yesterday.
In fact, my new "bought especially for it", low-country boil bigassed pot is current full of said chili, but... that's why God invented Rubbermaid (no Tupperware here, folks and guess what else? You can "burp" Rubbermaid, too...) storage containers, ain't it?

Anyway...

I do believe this endeavor requires a carefully thought out strategy, as well as list, so, I oughta get on that.
Plus, I need another cuppa coffee.

Also, since my house was not, in fact, returned to it's previously FUBAR state whilst I slept, I think I'll bake a cake.
Or two.
And, maybe also cookies.

(can't be trained? we shall see about that and rewarding good behavior is a nice, subtle, sneaky-assed way to start, I do believe...)

Meanwhile,

Peace, y'all.

Posted by: Stevie at 03:28 PM | Comments (1) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Except for one or two loads of wash and vacuuming the bathroom floor...

The house is done.
Again.

And, so am I.
(Yeah, I stayed up all night to clean it in peace...)

Gonna go get a shower and lay down.

Be advised, world-at-large, I will fuse the spine of any dillhole fucktard who wakes me up (Ziggy, the big-mouthed pigdog) OR fucks up this house (youse bipeds who live here).
(And, no, I'm not pissed, just testy 'cause I'm tired...)
(BUT... I do mean what I said.)

All I want right now is to be asleep til I'm not anymore and to come down here and see it looking EXACTLY like it does now.

Ha!

May as well say, "All I want is to win the lottery and meet Bret Hart."

Neither set of things is strictly impossible, just highly frickin' unlikely.
*rolls eyes*

Whatever.

Anyway...
I'll be back later.

(And, Ole Blue... I just remembered your last comment and giggled, so thanks, man. I needed that. *grin*)

Peace, y'all...

Posted by: Stevie at 04:36 AM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

October 05, 2006

Dear God, I wish Rob was alive to see this...

Now, I don't wanna say too much and jinx anything, here, buuuut....

After five years of taking it in the ass, it's gonna be over soon and in a way that NONE of us foresaw.

I just spoke to a lawyer a while ago about how to end child support, seeing as to how Jr. has been "emancipated" since he was 16, his mother let him quit school then too, he's lived here for the last six months and never wants to see her again AND turned 18 about two weeks ago.

I just had some general "what do we do now?" type questions.

Well, the lawyer I found in Jersey via the internet, then called, is now OUR lawyer and he is ASTOUNDED at the current situation.

While we always knew the child support would eventually end no matter what, we were thinking the only way the spousal support would end was if she ever found someone stupid enough to marry her.
She thinks that, too.
That's why she fucked up the DIY divorce last year.

BUT... co-habitation is also a deal KILLER (fuck "breaker"... hee).

I asked the lawyer about it and when he said "Remarriage, death of course, or co-habitation...", I literally jumped up outta this chair and said, "Ooh, she's been living with a guy for AT LEAST a year and Jr. will testify to that..." (Yes, I asked Jr. if he'd have any problems doing stuff like this to her if it came down to it before I told the lawyer he would and he said, and I quote, "Oh, HELL NO, I won't have any problems with that. After the shit SHE'S done? Please..." He and I talked for HOURS about this kinda shit last night, in fact...)

Anyway, to make a long story short, thus not jinxing this, basically she's gonna be the recipient of some major karma real soon.

It took five years, yes.
But, we waited.
We were (mostly) patient.
We didn't run to or get dragged into court every fifteen minutes.
And, it turns out we only have to take one shot and it's going to totally annihilate her.

And, if you're imagining me sitting here with the biggest shit-eatin' grin in HISTORY, you are correct.

She's lost her son forever and now she's gonna lose that which means more to her than life itself... money.

And, like I said first, I just wish Rob was here to see this, to garner hope from it and so that I could have given him back even one tiny part of all that he gave me, because, without having known him, I doubt ANY of us would be where we are right now.
(All these guys around here, George included, always leave this legal shit to me to handle and I KNOW I wouldn't be where I am now without having followed Rob outta hell like I did...)

I'll always love you, Darlin' and thank you from the depths of my soul for all you did for me while you were here and anything you're doing "behind-the-scenes" now.

I am now gonna go do the "happy, happy, joy, joy" dance with the rest of these people around here.

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 05:16 PM | Comments (2) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

October 04, 2006

Okay, twice is enough...

Two times in the past 24 hours, I've seen the same bizarre mistake made with a certain word by two different people.

The word that is intended to be used is "sashay" and it's being spelled "sachet", which is a kind of "old lady perfume" from what I gather reading Stephen King.

Therefore, it's impossible for someone to "sachet" across a room.

They can "sashay" while WEARING "sachet", but, unless they reeeeeally stink, they can't "sachet" across a room and if they did stink that bad that they did "sachet" across said room, you'd call it "funk" or "body rot" or something.

Okay?
Can we please stop this now?
Thank you.

Posted by: Stevie at 12:54 PM | Comments (6) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Oy, do I feel better now...

and not entirely just because I blew most of the shit outta my head in the last post...

I just got off the phone with Paul.
Been talkin' to him since about 30 seconds after I published the last post.

Found out all kindsa cool, random things... like what "due" East means, as opposed to "regular" East, what, exactly, "aboriginals" are, that, while they have Native Americans up there, their tribes are totally different than ours, that it IS weird (and not just me) that alla this weird shit has been happening around here lately, that he's on vacation from work for about a week and that it's their Thanksgiving up there and all kindsa other cool shit.

I swear, it's almost like having a spoken conversation with an entire set of Encyclopedia Brittanica or Canada-ica.... there's NOTHING he doesn't know SOMETHING about.

Now... need to open up the tower-thingy on the floor, blow out the cat hair and accumulated gick and tighten any loose screws it has from me kicking the shit outta of it for the past week and a half (got-damned slow-assed dial up connection shit. Well, what? Ya expect me to be kicking a telephone pole? That'd HURT, man...), call the phone company and ask about DSL, watch "Bret Hart: Wrestling with Shadows" again just to see if Bret also has the cool "long vowel sounds" accent that Paul and that Nextel guy do and either get on the 4-wheeler or the horse and blow out the rest of the "cat hair and accumulated gick" outta my HEAD.

And, I still need to re-do these nailtips and, of course, clean da house A-gin....

But FIRST... need to eat something.
Which, if I'd let it, could lead to a post unto itself, so suffice it to say it boils down to beef ramon, chicken ramon or Spaghetti-O's.
(Man, I swear to GAWD, if I had a blender, right about now, I'd puree a friggin' sub or something. I miss "real" food... stupid loose tooth.)

Anyhoo, I'm outta here again.

And, God...
thanks for the peace ya sent me in the form of Paul.
I do recognize that and appreciate it a LOT.

Posted by: Stevie at 12:24 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Just some random anger-venting shit, exacerbated by tooth pain...

No links.
Two reasons.
Number one, some of what's pissing me off is non-blog related and number two, if it does have to do with a "writer" and you think it's you, you could be right.
And, if you are right, why would I wanna give you traffic or the attention?
You've pissed me off, remember?
Further, if you've got me pissed enough to say something and I didn't say that something to you, it's most likely because you've proven yourself to be some kind of ignorant ass who doesn't wanna listen or, God for-fuckin'-bid, LEARN ANYTHING and change. Plus, I don't like having to listen to or read a buncha half-baked, whiny excuses and, apparently, I like you even less.

Now, keep in mind one other thing... this ain't about you, even if you think that something specific I've said is, it still ain't about YOU, it's about ME getting it, and a buncha other shit, outta me before somebody looks at me wrong or something and ends up taking a beating not wholly theirs.
And, remember... normally I'd just sit back and watch you fuck yourself without saying a word... because I find it highly amusing... but, because I'm being aggravated by this tooth, I just feel a need to point it out now. Again... strictly for my own entertainment, whatever good getting it outta me may do and because... you suck anyway, so who cares?

And, for the record... my little friend already fucked off- as usual and thank Christ.
And and, there's a really good possibility that, if I weren't hurting more every day with this dental shit, this other shit wouldn't even register.
But... I am and it is and I don't need to carry alla these "fuck you"'s around with me.
Not one of those who gave them to me is really worth the aggravation.
They are, however, deserving of a beatdown for it, so before I go there, here I go.

(Now, these are in no particular order and they're all pissing me off pretty much equally. That's how I know it's it's really my tooth shortening my temper, but... on the other hand, they are all also real, and need to STOP and I have no expectation that the assholes, be they human or actual animals, perpetrating this bullshit behavior will listen, ever learn or just knock it off out of sheer exhaustion caused by being such mongoloid, flaming assholes... 'kay? *disgusted sigh*)

barkbarkbarkyapyapyapbarkbarkbarkyapyapyapwoofwoofwoofDIE, you scum-suckin', can't-mind-yer-own-fuckin'-business-therefore-keeps-waking-me-up Nazi pigdog(s).
You 'possum-murderin' pukes.
I all but hate y'all.
And, if you don't learn to to keep your yaps shut, I'm gonna learn where the nearest deaf people who love dogs live and give y'all to THEM.
I don't care when the retard from down the road walks his husky, I don't care when they're walking back.
I don't care if there's a calf out.
I don't care if they're ALL out.
I don't care and do not need you to alert me as to when the calves are being moved. I can hear it for myself, thanks, you assholes.
I don't need you to tell me when George gets home, he'll be walkin' in the door any second, therefore your endless yapping is unnecessary and is only serving to remind me how you woke me up not only when I had just fallen asleep last night, ANY NIGHT, (and, just WHAT, by the way, were you fuckin' barkin' at THEN? Your own ASSHOLES farting? SHUT UP MOTHERFUCKERS!), but that you also woke me up first thing in the morning, even before the fuckin' ROOSTERS were crowing, you prick bastards.
Just.
shut.
UP.

or
die
your
choice
I
no
longer
care

Two recent quotes that can kill a soul....

"People forget. You can't train us. We're not dogs."

How sad is that idea?

"Oh great. Now you're gonna give up on the house and next it'll look like "n-words" (real word said) live here and when it does, I'm leaving."

So, when's my MAID UNIFORM getting here?
Oh and by the way... screw you.
Too.

The very next person, INCLUDING JESUS, who lets a cat in, out, into the basement or attic who does not BELONG there (and here's a little tip for ya... I already have all the cats where they belong, so this SHOULD be a no-brainer, for which most of the people I'm "involved" with are PERFECTLY qualified), you WILL recieve a beatdown into pulp status.
It just took me three days to get a cat out of the attic, thanks to a stupid pissy-fit and I am NOT amused.
Nor will I ever be about this subject.
I'd like to think that after you've gotten a cat or two killed by not keeping them where I have them, you'd ALL be more careful, but, then too, I'd also like to think people aren't total fucksticks and we all know what a waste of time, energy, effort, hope and optimism THAT is.
So, now I get to add another thought to that list.
Thanks.
And, now I also idly wonder how long it would take me to train the fuckin' yappy-assed DOGS to be able to handle this oh, so DIFFICULT task.
Thanks for that, too.

And, again, whomever, including Jesus Himself, it is that's trying to gaslight me around here... when, not IF, I catch you at it, you're dogmeat.
Now, I don't know what kinda crack-brained "house-breaker" would leave the cellar door open and re-arrange my Playboys but... SOMEBODY DID.
And, it wasn't ME and it wasn't any of you three.
Fine.
That makes whomever it IS open game and I will react accordingly once I catch them.
Understood?
Good.
And, we won't even DISCUSS the stiff hand towel I found up there in the bathroom with the Playboys.
Won't discuss it, but I will remember it when I'm beating the ever-lovin' SNOT out of you and, as a result of said memory, I'll have a second wind and continue to beat you into component parts.
Okay?
Dick.

Dude... run.
You have no idea what you may be getting yourself into.
Hate, with alllll your heart, the dipshits who are trying to do this to you.
Know that they MUST hate you to be doing this to you.
What'd ya do to them?
Kill a pet or something?
Rape a Grandma?
What?
Jesus, man. They have it in for you.
I repeat... RUN. Don't look back, don't go back. Just run like your feet are on fire and your ass is catching.
I actually like guys like you. In general, you're a great buncha guys.
But, you're also a lonely, horny buncha guys who'll fuck anything that'll stand still for 10 seconds, legal or not, female or not, and I'd like to save you from yourself and your so-called "friends".
RUN!
I have it on excellent authority that this one isn't even worth the standard "knock off a piece, then run" routine.
The price you'll pay with the psychodrama before, during and after isn't worth it.
And, the sex itself?
If it was a prostitute, you'd demand a refund.
So I've been told.
If you want some "strange" that badly, do yourself a favor and just use your other hand.
I repeat... run.
Run like all the hounds of hell are after you.
Because they are, whether you realize it or not.

Bird... I don't care if you never learn to speak English, but it would be to you benefit to learn to understand two choice phrases in English... those being "Murphy, SHUT UP!" and "parrot potpie".
'Caaause, if you don't do the one, I'mina do the the other.
How the FUCK does such a small bird make such LOUD noises, anyway?
You got an amplifier in there with a Mr. Microphone or somethin'?
Christ.
Just. shut. UP.

Having just said that....

Gratuitous* murder of animals, whether it's done by people or pets, is disgusting as are those who stand by and watch it happen.
I fervently hope those who do it and allow it to happen either die real soon or have the longest, shittiest life imaginable.
This includes people who slaughter horses, poachers and maggot-brained motherfuckers who BRAG about it when an animal does it.
I also hope that someday soon I get to know about how it happened to you... how you were attacked, mangled and killed for no other reason than the fact that you exist in the first place.
YOU, in fact, deserve it way more than the innocent animals you let it happen to, you piece of shit.
Die already, wouldja?
(*Gratuitous- adj.- 2nd def. "...done without good reason". Very much UNlike me makin' some parrot-potpie. In fact, I'd have TWO good reason to do it... him not shuttin' the fuck up and my DEAFNESS because of him not shuttin' the fuck up not allowing me to hear him say he's learned enroute to the kitchen.
Besides which, unlike some other people who apparently DO do these kinda things, I never really would do that. There are days, however, that I'd gladly foist him off on some poor, unsuspecting slob if I could find one. Or, rent him his own apartment in the next town over. The bigmouth...)

The Amish are much, MUCH better people than I'll ever be and anybody who'd do what was done to them recently and who is too pussy to face the consequences and kills themselves oughta die knowing that their FAMILIES will pay.
That their spawn will be either killed too IN THE SAME MANNER or, at the very least, sterilized lest they breed more loser pieces of shit like the murdering fuck their father was and that their entire family will be ostricized, ridiculed, driven out of their home and even PROSECUTED for not killing him in his sleep like they should have.
And, any wife of a guy who does that who gets on TV and in the papers saying how wonder this cock-knockin' asshole was oughta be summarily shot in the face the INSTANT she stops speaking.
What kind of low-life SCUM fucks with the Amish, for God's sake?
Oh yeah, pickin' on pacifists is a way to prove your manhood.
And, what, in CHRIST'S NAME, were the two tubes of lube for, you sick fuck?
How can you, family-of-this-murdering-pedophile, defend him?
Do you not realize that by doing that you make yourselves look like you need to die, too?
Just. shut. UP.
Do what my stupid dogs can't seem to... SHUT UP.
Or, be ready when somebody murders you too, and nobody else gives a shit.
Hope that happens, by the way....
Nothin' I'd like more than to see on the news or read in the paper that you were burned outta your house, caught up with, lined up, tied up, and executed.
Or, better yet... shot in the head and left to live in a vegetative state for about 900 years.
SINCE you think people who do that kinda shit are so wonderful and all.
I wonder how "wonderful" you'd think a person who'd do that is when it's YOU it's being done to....
You stupid cunt.
And, for the record (yet again)... I'm not one of those "breeder" types, one of those who loooove all kids. Not by a long shot.
So, if you've got ME enraged by what was done to kids, you KNOW you suck some serious Satanic cock.
As does anyone who'd try to DEFEND a person like that in any way, shape or form.
Ya know?

Tooth.
Kiss my shrinking-because-every-day-there-is-less-I-can-eat-comfortably ASS.
I hate you.
And, when you come out, you WILL be making the acquaintence of my Pusser club, right before I smash you into dust.
Karma, don'tcha know....

Anything else pissin' me off?

Hmmmmmmmmm............

Nope.
Not that I can think of, but, give this day 90 seconds and I'm CERTAIN there'll be something else.

Oops...
One more thing...
NOT that I'd know this in any PERSONAL way, like say from a phone call or a visit or anything like THAT, but... my brother made it back in one piece from Iraq a MONTH ago (I just found out last night), thank all that is REALLY Holy, unlike that horseshit the ragheads propogate.

Thank you to everyone who wrote him or sent him things.
I love ya's for that.

And, on that good note and with a welling feeling of "okay, I'mina cry now", I'm outta here.

Back later.

Peace
(which, by the way, if you have any to spare, send me some, okay? Thanks...)

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September 30, 2006

"Faaarm livin' is the life for me..."

Unless, of course, there's a tractor battery blowin' up in the two Eric's faces right outside the window and in the prOcess, scarin' the crap outta me.

Jesus.

(And, byt the way, that spelling/pronunciation of "process" is the Canadian version... very long "o". I love that... *grin*)

Anyway, back to the exploding battery...

Sr. is fine, he had his back to it pretty much and he has no splashes on him, but Jr... he was right next to it.

I got his ass in here and into the shower immediately and told him to scrub down GOOD, head to toe with every kinda soap in there (which is a considerable lot of soap) and his clothes, coat included, are already in the washer.

Lord.

I'm sitting in here, reading FARK right quick before I go clean and I hear this "BANG!!!" and jumped about a foot straight up outta this chair.

I grabbed the radio and beeped Sr. and asked him, "WhatdahellwasTHAT?!? Didja HEAR that?"

"Oh, yeah, I heard it. Felt it, too.... a tractor battery just blew up in me and Jr.'s faces..."

"Fuck WHAT?", says I and off I go, out the door, radio in hand to call the Boss since they were both rinsing off with water like that'd do any good.

I checked Sr. with an eagle eye and he's clean, but Jr.... he was wet.
Whether it was from the acid or the water, I didn't know, so to be safe, he got his shower and now, I can't find my lighter when I need a cigarette the most AND, while I was in the bathroom, throwing his clothes in the washer, I also took a piss (scared it outta me, it did) and my stupid period seems to have showed up.

Now, I've heard of gettin' and piss and shit scared outta ya, but... your period?

*disgusted sigh*

Lovely.
Leave it to me to set a precedent...
*rolls eyes*

I need a pot of coffee.
And a lighter.

Hmmmm.... and a less suspicious mind... it just occured to me...
While Mr. Retardo was waiting for his ride and was not being watched by anyone earlier, could HE have done something to MAKE that thing explode?
I wouldn't put it past him, IF it's not too complicated to do....
(And, see whatcha get for acting like an asshole all the time? An act of GOD can look like you've pulled a purposefully destructive act...)

Okay, off to find some fire and caffeine...

(I'd say "peace", but I don't wanna tempt fate again...)

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OMG, y'all...

I found pictures of this farm online!!!
Now, this may not be the smoothest production I've ever done here, because these pictures are HUGE and I'm doing them as "pop ups" for the first time ever, but, screw it, right?
Pictures are pictures....

AND, there is a website about this place, but, since I'm not completely retarded, I'm not posting it.
BUT, I will send the link to those I trust who wanna see it.... Mad Mikey springs right to mind, as do a buncha others. That poor guy's been wantin' to see pictures for years, but me with no digital camera and a computer that has a hard enough time just existing, let alone handling picture shit, it's been... rough, to say the least.
*grin*

Now, this all started because I was sitting here, looking up info on our Apple Festival, which I found.
Here and here.
They have two of these festivals each yeah.
The Blossom Festival in the spring and the Harvest Festival in the fall.
The family who owns this place runs that.
Matter of fact, I have our tickets to it sitting right here...

Anyway, one thing really DOES lead to another and what that lead to was PICTURES!!!!

So, forgive how this may end up looking and here we go...

View image">This is Dan.
He's in the milking parlor.
I've been where he is more times than I can count.
(Matter of fact, I just this second came in from out there having delivered fresh, hot coffee to the two Erics...)
Notice the carousel milking platform.
It's the first one ever to be used in the state and it's STILL just about the only one around.

Next up is View image">the farm....
Now, with this one, the farm on the left is the Bosses main house. If you scroll it down and all the way to the right, you'll see the farm we live on.
It's waaaay in the background back there.
You can see the barns, the calf hutches... everything EXCEPT THIS HOUSE!
*lol*
But, those are the mountains and the view I see every day and it gives you an idea of how enormous this operation is.
Everything you see in the picture belongs to the Boss and this isn't even half of it all...
To the immediate right of the silo on the right (or in the middle of the picture) in the foreground, are the barns that're across the road from my front door.
The little white specks that go from the more visible barn to the big barn on the left with the three silos are the calf hutches, which are less than 50 feet outside my back door.
Above the hutches, barely visible, are two trees.
They're in my yard.
Blocking the house from view... *giggle*
Pay close attention to the barns and three silos to the right of all that.

A closer view of the farm buildings is View image">here.

See the three silos again?
Same place, better shot.

The house we live in is right to the left of this shot.
Those buildings are right outside my door.
The white things you see are calf hutches that are turned up on end, having been torn down to be re-bedded and cleaned all the way down to new dirt under 'em.
The pond it's all reflected in is less than a football field away from the back door and I've walked around it many times... usually with five or six cats trailin' behind me. (I'm the Cat Woman of Gettysburg.... *snerk*)

The open end of the barn there is where the dry (pregnant) cows are.
I don't know whose pickup that is and the silver feed bin you see has the calf grain in it. ("Calf grain"... also good for rabbits, roosters and the occasional duck...)
The opening immediately to the right of the grain bin is where the calves go after they get old enough to be taken out of the hutches.
Then, they go into the barns across the road for a while, then, when they're old enough, they get taken to other farms the family owns til they reach maturity, then they begin their "business lives". They either come back here to be milked if they're cows (females) or are "sent to live on another farm faaaar away to live happily ever after" if they're boys. (Really, the males are de-nutted and raised as steers to be eaten, but we won't go there, okay? As a Taurus, I find what's done to bulls reprehensible...)

ANYway, the doorway to the parlor is right under the overhang/roof to the left in the picture.
And, yep, there IS an attic. It's not a hay mow, either. It's a real attic up there. They store supplies and tools and such in it.
The hay is stored in the hay mows in the barns across the road, among other places.

And, I don't know what that is floating on the surface of the irrigation pond, but, it's still there. It's always there.

The two things poking up over the roof are two more silos. They aren't as big because the feed in 'em is used more quickly. Out front there is where they feed the cows and it's all done by conveyor belt. It is SO cool. SO much better than having to drive it and dump it right outta the feed cart into troughs.
Do you know I have YET to see rat ONE out there?
I think that has a lot to do with the way they do the feeding here....

So.
There ya are.
Some pictures of this place.
AND, while I'm sure there is a more correct way to have this posted, like with the "view photo" thing not being visible, I did manage to make it let ya have scroll bars... so, I'm not completely useless, hey?

Now, I wanna get this posted and go clean my house.

Oh, and as for the daily "Jose update"...
Yesterday, Mr. Retardo asked Eric if he dislikes him.
Eric shrugged sorta noncommitally and Jose says, "Okay. I got your number", kissed his (own) two first fingers and left. Whatever in the FUCK that stupid shit is supposed to mean...
Today, he shows up and within a half hour started playing sick and so was sent home.
He is so fired once he gets his hours up enough for the Boss to get his money...
Jerk.

Anyhoo, Eric's in for breakfast and I wanna show him this post too, so I'm outta here.

Peace

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September 29, 2006

Forgot one other thing about yesterday....

Not surprised I forgot it, what with DefLep giving me aural orgasms and all, but...

I also ordered another CD.
By this lady.

Yes.
I, Ms. Heavy Metal/Classic Rock/Who-hates-fuckin'-(C)RAP-with
every-fiber-of-her-being... I bought an album by Mama Africa.

I actually like this woman.
I grew up listening to one of her albums.
Don't ask me which one.
Fuck if I know.
All I know is it has her in a headdress on the cover and it has a tan background.
As do damned near ALL of her albums, as I, and the clerk-guy at Sam Goody, learned yesterday.

That particular "identifier" din't he'p a damned bit.

So, I ordered "The Essential" CD.

Two songs I remember and love are Pata Pata and the Click Song.
Both of which are on this CD... of course.

So, yes, let's recap briefly...

Def Leppard
Guns-n-Roses
Miriam Makeba

Eclectic much?

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September 28, 2006

Now I get it...

At first, I thought it was karma keeping me from using the big CD player, but now I understand...

Eric coming in for lunch, then me having to run the money to the Bosses house, then George being home for the day by the time I got back wasn't "punishment" for what I did earlier.

It was God's way of "making" me use these KICKASS headphones (God Bless yer Sweet Butt, too, BlogDog) for these two CD's I got when I went out a while ago.

I am sitting here rockin' OUT to Def Leppard's "Vault".

This is some serious panty-puddle material here.

"Pour Some Sugar on Me" and "Photograph" had my heart POUNDING.
I was starved for this music and didn't even know it.

Well, Goddamn....
"Two Steps Behind You" was just playing and it's "quiet" enough that I heard Ty barking, so I answered the door and there's the FedEx guy, a day early, with Jr.'s phone!
Then, I got the mail and that tape I ordered the other day when Lifetime pissed me off by showing "Blind Faith" in two parts in the middle of the night without advertising it and I caught the second half is here, too!!

Jesus.
Can this day get any better?

I got to finally get all the built up, wanna-kill-that-worm-Jose shit out of me, I have two of the best CD's ever produced with which to melt my mind (G-n-R's Greatest Hits is the other one) and, on the very slim chance I ever take these headphones off again, I have one of my favorite movies in all it's original, uncut glory.

*'Bout an hour later*

Oh, yeah.
I can see where listening to Def Leppard while driving could lead to MASSIVE gas consumption, numerous tickets and THE MOST FUN I'VE HAD IN AGES!

I just programmed Jr.'s phone, then ran it down to him at the other farm and I made it there in about .7 seconds.
Made it back here in .5.

Goddamn, I've got one helluva an engine under the hood of that car.

I knew that, but... now I know know it.

Believe me, you haven't driven til you've driven an Interceptor, floored, with Def Leppard blasting into your head.
It's very much the same as listening to "Dark Side of the Moon" while tripping.
A religious experience....

"Let's get, let's get, let's get , let's get ROCKED!!"

Yes, let's.
While you pour some sugar on me, along with a few love bites and have a photograph made to commemorate the experience.

I can't believe I somehow "lost" this music somewhere along the line.
What HAPPENED to me that I so completely closed myself off from it?
Was I INSANE?

This is what's been missing from my life.
This is what I need.
Not weed.

I need my heart back.
And, my heart is contained within this music and G-n-R and Ozzy and Whitesnake and so much more I'm probably not able to think of due to "Two Steps Behind" playing in my ears.
(You know how hard it is to think of one song with another one playing...)

My heart needs to be alive again.
As do I.
And, I think I've found the right, the LEGAL, way to do that.
Sure as fuck feels like it.

And, before I even opened these CD's, I told Eric that it had occured to me and I almost believe it IS possible to feel good without weed.

Now... I'm convinced.

Not that I never wanna burn one ever agin, but weed hasn't made me feel as good as DefLep blasting does in a looooong time.
Mostly all it does now is make me lethargic and blah.
Very calm, though.

DefLep is doing the exact opposite on all counts.
Even the songs I'm not familiar with.

Well, hell... I've been halfway to falling in love with these guys after watching Hysteria 42,000 times.
This just completes it.

Rick Allen is a GOD.
His drumming is awesome.
It's driving me.
Not crazy, just driving me.
Exciting me.
Motivating me.

Then there's the rest of 'em.

And, Mutt Lange used to be a genius, producing them so well.
I say "used to be" because he did do one incredibly stupid thing in my eyes... he married that phony fuck Shania Twain.
Whatta lying bitch she is.

"Grew up poor" MY ASS.

And, if she's so damned "talented", why does she feel compelled to perform nearly naked like she does?
You sure as hell don't see Loretta Lynn, a TRUE TALENT, running around singing dressed like a prostitute.

Aw, fuck her.
But... not with MY dick, please.

Anyway... I'm outta here.

I'll be back when I'm totally stone-deaf.

Peace
(Or REALLY LOUD Def Leppard. Whichever does it for ya.)

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Oh, I don't think so....

(To be read with much emphasis on the word "think"...)

Man, what the fark is WRONG with people?

Goddamned Nextel damned near gave me a heart attack just a while ago.

I logged into my bank account and immediately saw that something was way wrong... missing over three hundred bucks and shit.

I called the 877 number for my bank, got a person who SPOKE ENGLISH for a damned change and discovered that stupid-assed Nextel has as much as double-charged me for the phone added to George's account for Jr. that I used my credit card for.

Long story (and numerous phone calls) short... it's SOP.
Apparently, they charge you for the "estimated" bill at the time you do the order.
Then, two days later, at 2:30am, they figure out how much the tax and shipping REALLY are and re-charge you for the correct amount, with the first amount to be "released" 72 hours later.

It'd be NICE if they'd TELL A PERSON THAT IN THE FIRST FUCKIN' PLACE!!!

And, I finally did it.... I talked to the Boss about Jose.

Not only do I hate him in the first place, but this morning at 5:30am, he came out of the parlor screaming- by himself-, then starting whistling real loud and I just. went. BERZERK!!!! (much like Billy Jack).

I didn't do anything to him, but I did make it known in general that he needed to STFU and grow up while he was at it, then he decided to threaten Jr. over the money he's owed, so... that was IT.

I found the Boss and asked him if the little dickbag (didn't word it that way to the Boss) still owed him $900 for that accident he had and tried to get the Boss to commit insurance fraud about for him and the Boss said "Yeeeah..." and then I told him about the speakers and the price and the payment arrangements that were made at the beginning of the deal and that Jose has become increasingly more obnoxious about collecting AND about what stupid Nextel has done, albeit temporarily, to my bank account and that I was gonna go get the last $200 owed for the speakers and give it to him, the Boss, because I know Asshole owes him and, while I'm at it, Boss...

"I don't know what your personal stand is on drugs, but that little jerk asked me if I wanted any coke yesterday and I hadn't even so much as LOOKED at him when he asked me that. I told him HELL NO and then, I don't know if it was this last time, or the time before when Jr.'s buddy was here, but there was also a black guy here and he (Jr.'s friend) saw Jose dealing something to the black guy in the back room and just turned around and got the hell outta there..."

Then, I also told him what the other dude who works here said about Jose, the heroin dealing, crack smoking and shit and said that if the Boss has been on the fence about firing him, he oughta just go on and fall off of it on the side of gettin' him the hell outta here before he ends up with the DEA (not to mention the INS) raiding the place.

He said, "Yeah, but it's so hard to find someone to replace him...", at which point I literally waggled my fingers at him and said, "I know you've said you don't like husband and wife teams because they always fight and try to put you in the middle, but, you've got the one "team" here now that won't do that to ya. I'll come out here and help you guys. Ain't nothing I can't do, treating, drying off, milking, shots and I've already had done to me everything a cow can do to hurt a person, even if it's just til ya find somebody else, I'll do it, just so you can get that moron outta here, if ya want..."

Then, the milk-tester guy showed up, so we finished up and the Boss said thanks and I said I'd see him in a bit with the two hundred.

So.
Wanna fuckin' PLAY, Jose?

Play with this, ya fuckwit.

And, Nextel?
Really.
Y'all need to let somebody know these weird banking things y'all do.

Posted by: Stevie at 08:33 AM | Comments (1) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Re: The previous post: Well, thank God I'm not the only one who feel this way....

Guy: I don't discriminate based on race, but you in particular are a suspicious-looking motherfucker.

--Red Sky Lounge, 29th & Park

Thank you, random "guy".
Over Heard in New York.

Posted by: Stevie at 03:44 AM | Comments (1) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

What is it I'm waiting for?

To die?
Someone to come along and DO something?
ME to do something?
And, do what ABOUT what?

I don't know.

I only know I just woke up from a dream about having come or gone hundreds of miles in what would be not enough time, normally.
I'm assuming I was in a bigtruck. I remember having to climb down out of it.
I liked whoever it was I was with, though I don't know who it was.
I just remember seeing "home", twice, and being slightly amazed at how quickly we'd gotten (t)here.

Then, there was another male person totally unrelated to the truck and miles.
A guy my mind is now relating to Hugh Hefner or my Grandpop, looks-wise.
Whomever he was, I was either working for him or I loved him because I wanted to do things for him... making sure he was fed, rubbing his feet, shit like that.
But, he had to go somewhere. I don't remember where.
But, I do remember telling him to expect to be asked about me rubbing his feet when he got back, since he didn't have time before he left.

Then, again totally unrelated to anything else, there was some heavy-set, nice, chick with her hair in an upswept hairdo and jeans and a sweatshirt who was heading out to open the gate to the horse pasture with a hammer or something.
I think it was stuck.
Then, she comes alllll the way back to remind "us" (whoever "us" was, me and who?) that the tickets to the concert (or whatever) were nailed to the fence.

Yeah.
Okay.

Then, I was in the bathroom in this house with somebody, another guy I think, and he had a black speck on his nose.
So, he squeezed it, like a blackhead, and a 6 foot string of tan, star-shaped, stuff came out. Like his nose pores were a Play-doh Fun Factory with what looked like refried beans in 'em.
And... it was no big deal.

Then, I woke up having to pee.
So, I got up, did that and now... here I am, feeling like I'm waiting for something but not knowing what.

And, no... I did no drugs, drank no moonshine, ate nothing exotic, nor did anything weird before I went to sleep.

And, no, I'm not feeling depressed, upset or anything else.
Just curious.
Wondering what the HELL that was all about and if I am waiting for something to happen to get me in gear.
Or what...

I don't know.

Only thing I'm aware of that I may be "waiting for" is me to get a job.
BUT, I'm not doing that til I get my tooth problem taken care of (which IS in the works), because what sense is there to get a job then expect to be able to be off for a coupla days while they fabricate the partial?
'Cause there ain't no way in HELL I'm goin' ANYWHERE without it.
Know what I'm sayin'?

The comedian who lives in my brain said that, maybe I'm "waiting" for these dudes around here to make another mess that I can clean up, but that's not it. (Wiseass...)

And, the "waiting for WHAT" feeling is fading, the longer I'm awake....
(And, for the record, the house is still in pretty damned good shape from when I cleaned it "for" the Boss the other day, amazingly enough.)

Well, anyway... if anybody interpets dreams, I'd be interested in what any of that may "mean".

In other news...

I did a pissed off post the other day about that idiot Jose and have decided I must be a racist because, thanks to him, I hear myself muttering "fuckin' useless Mexican" about 32 times a day.

Then, I thought about Cheech, Chong, Selena and the other Mexican guy who works here and I don't hate them.
Just Jose.
A LOT.
Liiike... "calling the INS on him", hate him.
Or the cops.
Or making sure the Bosses one son who already doesn't like him knows he offered me COKE the other day and I don't mean a soda.

I told him, "Fuck NO, I don't want any of that shit. I don't, never have and never will mess with that shit. Bad karma."
Then, he starts trying to tell me how there's no weed around and I interrupted him with, "Who asked you? I didn't ask you. I don't care. I can get it myself IF I want it..."
Then he tried to ask me from whom and I cut him off completely with "a guy I used to work with back in Bucks" and walked away pissed off because he's such an ASSHOLE he needs to be deported, let alone fired.

Then I came in here, completely pissed, and did this post that woulda made Rob look like Mother Teresa, you wanna talk "racist", and I still wonder why people of certain races go so far out of their way to act like dickbags and make their race look like shit as a whole and why don't the other memebers of these races beat the dogsnot out of them for it.
Anyone?
Bueller?

And, I wonder if I am a racist because, once I get fucked over by someone like Jose or I see shit like 9-11, I distrust and want nothing more to do with ANYONE of that ethnicity anymore.

You can preach to me all damned day long about not hating ALL "Muslim" people or Middle Eastern people or whatever they are and all I know is that those terrorist fucks have "assimilation" and looking like the guy next door down cold on purpose so you can't tell they're a terrorist til they WANT you to know, so how, and more importantly WHY, should I trust a single one of them?

Jesus, man.... I still can't look at a Vietnamese person without an instant of wanting to torture them, shoot them right in the face, for what "their people" did to our Nam Vets when they were POWS.
I hate them, because I know we can't TRUST them.
And, people who go to Nam for vacation?
Traitors.
People who don't give one flying fuck about what those rice-eating retards did.
They may as well wear a shirt that says "Fuck Nam Vets" because that's what going to Nam for any other reason than to exact REVENGE means to me.

(whiny, stupid-excuse voice) "Viet Nam is a beautiful country."
Me... No, Viet Nam is a place where our fathers, brothers, boyfriends, husbands... OUR PEOPLE were maimed, tortured, killed, left to rot and broken.

(whiny, stupidER-excuse voice) "The war is over."

Me... Oh. Really. IS IT? Why don't you go ask a Nam Vet who got his MIND blasted away if it is.
Go ask a Nam Vet who has spent his life in a wheelchair, ignored by our Government, spit on by assholes and left to linger til he dies, if it's "over".

It's not over and won't BE over til we get every single bone of every single KIA, MIA and POW back.
Maybe not even then.
Maybe not til we see that the "good guys" over there have eradicated the shits, the North Vietnamese, for what they did.

Have they?

Do the "good guys", the ones we were trying to help, do they even try to seperate themselves from the others?
I don't know.
I hate the whole country.
I don't forget, I don't forgive, til they EARN it.
And, since I've not ever heard of anything remotely like that, I have to assume the whole friggin' place is okay with what was done.

Same with Muslims or whatever they call themselves.

You want not to be associated with terrorists?
Let's see you start pointing them out and doing something about them.

You want me to see a difference between you and them, SHOW IT TO ME.

Til then, consider yourself untrusted and unwanted and in serious danger.
And, stay the hell away from me.

When I lived in Jersey, one night I pulled up to the curb in front of the house I was living in.
My headlights illuminated a "person with black skin" PISSING ON THE HOUSE.
I exited the vehicle and asked, "What the FUCK are you doing?!!?"
He's all, "oh, sorry, man..." and zipped up and fucked off.
I walked in the house, USING THE "N" WORD, saying, "They get all pissed off when they're called a "N", yet they act like THAT..."

Someone explain that to me, please.

If you don't want the label, don't act the part.

How fuckin' hard IS that?

And, it seems to me that if your entire RACE is denigrated half to death, you do NOT add to it by being an asshole.
IF you really give a damn, anyway....

And, if you don't care enough not to add to the reasons why y'all get called those things, then you don't have any right to get all "reactionary" when y'all ARE called those things.

Now, I don't harbor actual, active, HATE for these people... except the terrorists... just disgust, derision, disdain and I wouldn't care if they got blown away in front of me nor would I piss on a ONE of them if they were on fire.
(Assholes in general, I mean... especially the ones who cause the name-calling, know it, don't change, then get all pissy when they're called (on) it.)

So.
Am I a racist?
Or am I just sick and frickin' tired of the unadultered BULLSHIT and the hypocracy of it all?

Nobody gets to have it both ways.

Either they're what they're called and are treated like or they ain't.
So, which is it, y'all? (Them, not you guys...)
Are you decent, good people or a buncha uncivilized, not-worth-it, HIGHLY EXPENDABLE pieces of shit?

Pick one.
And, stick to it.

And, until you do, like I said... stay the hell away from me.

If I can't trust you, then I don't like you and if I don't like you, I can be VERY unpleasant.
And, if I'm made to be "unpleasant" long enough, I get enraged and therein lies the danger.
Because if I were to ever become enraged to the point I lost control, Christ only knows what the end result would be.
That's the entire reason I've never allowed myself to get into fight in my life.
If I ever start hitting somebody, I already know I won't stop til it's entirely too late.
I truly WOULD beat somebody to death.
And... not give one good Goddamn.

(Which, by the way, is just about where I am with this idiot Jose and this is also the catalyst for this whole line of thought... and this part of this post.)

And, have I mentioned that Jose is about 5 foot nuthin' and I could take him without even breakin' a sweat?
Well... he is and I could.
I just keep telling myself "He's not worth prison time for murder, he's not worth prison time for murder", which is wearing REAL THIN.

Truth be told, Jose isn't even worth a five dollar fine for assault, but, I've GOT five bucks so that line of reasoning would never work, so I go the whole nine with ... "prison time for murder...", lest I ACT on it and then try handing a cop a fiver.

*several minutes and a cleansing breath or two later*

Whew.
Such a relief to get this outta me...
And no, I'm not sitting here all pissed off... not now, anyway.
I was when I did that other post yesterday, though.
Literally thrumming with rage.... then.

Now?

Now, I'm fine, all cooled off and seriously wondering if I've turned racist.

Not that I think "white people" are superior.
God knows there are pa-LENTY of white-skinned morons, assholes and losers around.

I'm just getting thoroughly sick of certain people's stupid behavior and their wide-eyed, "innocent" "Whaaaat?", when they're made to pay for said bullshit behavior.

Now I've got the Baretta theme in my head... "If you can't do the time, don't do the crime..."

If you don't want to be called bad things, be a GOOD person.

And, if members of your "family" act the fool, either make them pay for it yourselves or get the fuck outta the way and shut the fuck up when someone else has to come in and do what you can't seem to do.

"We" do it.
Tim McVeigh was a white, middle-class kinda guy, an American.
He was also a flaming asshole and "we" killed him for it.

See how it's done?
Any questions?

In our quest for "diversity", we've totally lost sight of the good in making people "conform"... comform to the rules of society, to not fly planes into buildings and piss on buildings and to know what a job and a Boss is and how to talk to them and act like human beings.

And, if making people "conform" is such a horror, somebody oughta call all the armed services and tell them that, because that's what they do.
They make everybody not only BEHAVE, they make 'em all look alike, dress alike and talk alike.
Not that we civies need to go that far, but, for fuck's sake... ANY of "that far" would be an improvement these days.

Besides, being called names, being "picked on" when you act like an ass... alla that is supposed to be for the good of the person it's being done to, to teach them not to stick out like a hemmoroid and to be good, or better, people, isn't it?

Isn't that why the fuckups in the service, like that guy "Pyle" in Full Metal Jacket, are "picked on" by DIs like Hartman?

Isn't that why parents USED TO beat the ass offa kids with shitty behavior?
To teach 'em to do good?

God.
I'm so worn out with this shit, so confused anymore.

All I know is that I'm glad I'm 43 and will die someday soon because I do NOT wanna be here when this bill we're running up is delivered as a "Final Notice".

Not to mention the fact that the idea of the idiotic "young people" we have these days being "in charge" makes me wanna eat a bullet all on it's own.
Can you even IMAGINE the hell this country is gonna be by the time today's helmet-wearin', soft, being-taught-to-be-brainless-pussies-by-their-parents people come into power?

Now, THAT'S horrifying.

Not "conformity".
Not FORCING those who require force to behave.
Not punishing those who go way to Goddamned far.

Those things, and other "philosophies" like that, are all that can save us from ourselves.

But... that ain't gunna happen.

And, it's probably already too late even if people were to go back to it now.

But, it sure as hell wouldn't hurt to TRY IT, now would it?

Now, pardon me while I continue to NOT hold my breath waiting for THAT to happen, okay?
And, if any of you guys have any answers to any of this, please for the love of God, feel free to enlighten me.

Peace
(What a concept...)

Posted by: Stevie at 03:17 AM | Comments (2) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

September 25, 2006

God bless Juan Valdez, his donkey and...

Miss Doxie, who just made me laugh so friggin' hard, I'm still wet-eyed.

Weiner dogs RULE.
Especially Bo... kill you so much....

*slithers outta chair onto the floor in a boneless, breathless, hysterically laughing heap*

Posted by: Stevie at 04:25 PM | Comments (4) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

And, another thing....

"Fly season is over now."

Oh.
REALLY?

Glad you think so, Boss man.
Would you mind very much coming in here and EXPLAINING THAT to this fuckin' PRICK FLY that REFUSES to fuck off and leave me ALONE?

AND HIS BUDDIES?

"Fly season is over"... MY ASS.

I mean, I know I live on a farm and flies are to be expected.
Unless you construct a dome over the house (which, believe me, I'd like to do for various and sundry reasons anyway), flies are a fact of life and that's fine.

Hell, by the end of February, I'll even MISS 'em.
I'm GLAD to see the first fly of the year.
They're more reliable harbingers of Spring than frickin' robins.

BUT....

what the FUCK is with these ones in here now?
Why do they insist on flying up my fuckin' nose and around my head and being fuckin' aggravating to the nth degree?
Why can't they just leave me the fuck ALONE?
And, why is it, no matter how many of them I squash into oblivion, there's always ONE MORE who thinks it's his calling in life to fuck with me til I'm a screaming, fly-swatter-wielding windmill of cursing and other Tourette's-like behavior?

WHY????

"Fly season is over."

Pft.
I wish.

And, here's one more thing, so I don't hafta do another post about it...

Tyler...
The next time I tell you to shut the FUCK up and you don't... you die.

Got it?

Good.

You little fuckhead.

Lookit... here's a little tip for the entire planet.... flies, dogs and coffee-suckin' MEN, included...

On the days when I wake up and there's no coffee available, it is best not to even look at me for a while, let alone join forces with the coffee-suckin' buttholes, flies and mouthy dogs and fuck with me til I'm in a rage.
Okay?
That make sense to anybody but ME?
And, if it does, can I come live with you, whomever you are, before I end up on the news with "film at 11"?

Jesus FUCK, man....

Posted by: Stevie at 02:50 PM | Comments (5) | Add Comment | Trackbacks (Suck)

Okay guys, here's the deal...

Very early this morning was the LAST TIME I ever make a pot of coffee and leave it for you people.

No, ya know what?
Just shut up.
I'm sick of this now.

Every goddamned day of my LIFE, before I go to bed, I make a pot of coffee AND put it in the "Harley thing" (coffee-keeper with the Harley logo on it) for you guys. I don't even leave it in the coffepot to sit and burn and tatse like shit. No. I make it, and I store it for you lazy bastards.

Then, I come down here myself later on, waking up, and the only thing I want is a cuppa coffee and do ya THINK there ever IS any?

NO.

Last time today.
Never gonna happen again.

Wanna know why?

'Cause, from now on, when I make this coffee every morning then put it in the Harley thing, I'M TAKING THE HARLEY THING WITH ME WHEN I GO TO BED!

That way, I'm assured of two things...
that I have coffee when I wake up and that you people are the ones sitting down here, DYING, with your thumbs up yer asses and no coffee til it's made BY YOU.

AND, I ain't even starting another pot for y'all.

HA.

It is sad, pathetic and beyond fuckin' ridiculous that you sonsabitches can't be bothered to, or play like you're too stupid to know HOW TO, make a goddamned pot of coffee and put it away for ME like I do YOU.

Unnerstand?
BONEHEADS?

And, for the record... this whole "I din't do it... it wasn't me" shit y'all go through when I ask who the greedy, lazy FUCK was THIS TIME is older than DIRT.

Can't nobody tell me I have missed a THING by not having kids.
I HAVE KIDS!!!!
Lazy, OLD, coffee-not-making KIDS.

I can tell because of this "Not Me" person y'all blame EVERYTHING on.
Just like the little shits in the "Family Circus" comics.

Unlike the "Family Circus" parents, however, if I ever get my hands on "Not Me", I'll just kill 'im.
Dead.
Club upside the head, knife buried to the hilt in his neck or eyeball... whatever.

Christ knows the little prick deserves it already.
Stealin' all the coffee, not making more...
Letting the inside cats out and the outside cats in...
Fucking up the clean house faster than I can clean it...
Allllll the shit "Not Me" does is deserving of EXTREME SANCTION.

And, so it shall be.

Meanwhile, screw you guys.
Make your own fuckin' coffee.

That is all.
(For now.)

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