Category: All Day, Every Day

I went to bed early last night and I when I woke up I wasn’t tired, but soon as I walked into the plant and those daymn florescent lights hit me I was tired and sleepy. So its official, FLOURESCENT LIGHTS ARE THE DEVIL

I’m tired of seeing everybody having some dramatic weight loss. Daymn you Dr. Atkins! He was the devil too and thats why he cracked his head and died he’s been dealt with. But I guess I should cut back on my sugar intake. With the slim possibility of getting hired fulltime at the plant I’ll get paid vacations and maybe I’ll be able to go to Miami with Ken in November. it would be nice to look good for then. Eventhough I dont have any money to buy new clothes for a trip. Oh well

Generally I hurt all over. I banged up my right shoulder lifting up my tv last Friday and I fucked up my left elbow at work on Sunday. The move when fairly quick Saturday morning, Ken was late and didnt say why other then that he got delayed at the last second. And there was a line at the U-Haul place at 8:45am. One guy was complain that he was waiting for service since 8:03am and no one was there. Some by 9am, I had my truck and when back to my moms and attempted to back it up into the driveway, something that took a good 10 minutes.

So after moving all my crap and taking some stuff over to Ken’s house I was done at 11 or so. Practically all my shit was set up where I wanted it and all I had to do was wait for the cable people, who came around 12:30pm.

I didn’t have any people over like I wanted to, pretty much after spending $80 for the truck I was broke and tired and wasn’t in the mood to have people all in my face. I could’ve use a drink though. Maybe this weekend.

And now, the end is near;
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I’ll say it clear,
I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.

I’ve lived a life that’s full.
I’ve traveled each and ev’ry highway;
But more, much more than this,
I did it my way…

By this time tomorrow I will be up and living up in my apartment. I dont think the fact of having my place has hit me yet. I don’t feel overly excited, joyous or any of that other bullshit. I’m tired, frustrated and stressed out but thats cuz the world won’t stop for me and I still got to work around the move.

Its interesting how you can pack your life up and see how little of space u actually take up in the world. Not trying to sound all melancholly but putting shit in perspective I guess. Anyway, here’s to new beginnings.

In desparate need of some caffeine. I was up pass my bed time hanging mini blinds last night at the new apartment. Of course the job was done half-ass and they’re not centered correctly but they’re up and that’s all that matters. I also got to see how it would be like at night. Its quiet as fuck. I really need to either move to the city or the projects when I move for some excitement.

Anyway, I’m trying get as much small stuff as I can into the apartment so when I move Saturday everything will be easy and smooth and all I gotta worry bout is what I’ll be dranking on that night. If anyone got any shots suggestions holla…

If I didn’t already drink, I should probably start. Within the last 72 hours I’ve bought noting but crap for the apartment, from silverware to sandwich bags. I’m so tapped out right now. Yesterday since there was nothing on TV and since Ken wanted to wait til Ronette got back from New Jersey to go see Soul Plane a movie. So with nothing else to do we went to Meijer’s. It’s kinda like a Super Walmart but not as cheap and no “Edited” CDs. I spend bout $60 on mini blinds for my oddly shaped windows. I have three windows that are 57 inches squared and this wide ass glass block window in the bedroom. I guess it will be nice to have some natural light after being in a cave for 4 years.

Well I need to go sit my ass down and watch the Law & Order marathon on TNT. Since everyone is ill-communicato today and I’m home alone, its the only thing I can look forward to.

Me and Monday mornings ain’t friends, we’re bitter-ass enemies and shit. I did not want to get up this morning, it was probably the Excedrin fucking with me cuz I was all extra groggy. Plus at 4:14am my bed was all extra comfortable so I didn’t get out of it until 5:10am knowing I had to be at work at 5:30am. And no I don’t have Day-Old Balls. And again I hate Monday mornings…

I had a really weird dream last night. kinda involved me and a close friend in a fucked up sitaution. I woke up all discombobulated and flustered. Sorry that I can’t give details cuz it would invoke too many question that I don’t wanna hear or answer. Anyway I off to go snatch up some boxes.

Been coupped up in thehouse too much. Its getting warmer and I can’t let my job dictate my life anymore. There use to be times where I would be up and sometimes up in the streets til 3 or 4 in the morning and had to be at work at 7:30am. I’ve never been too social but sit, I wasn’t dead either. I need to be out his weekend. I need to get my life back.

Last weekend my car was stolen, and I havent been too upset about, shit… I can’t be upset. If I get too stressed out, my immune system will get weak and I get sick, and with an open head wound and shit I can’t afford that.

So I’ve been real nonchalant about my car. I figured I be making payments on it for another year, even with it gone (so fucking hood-rich). Anyway, props to the Hammond Indiana police department cuz they found my shit in bout a day. It was actually around the fucking corner up on Stateline road but on the Illinois side. Since it was technically in a another state, a towing company in Illinois copped my shit and is pretty much holding my car for ransom. Like it was my fault my car was stolen and abandoned in streets. Now I go scramble for cash to get my car… Ain’t that the most jankiest shit you every heard of. Its like I found somebody’s wallet and I won’t give it back until they pay me for it… and I’m charging 1000% interest. No wonder people fucking steal.

If one more person says, “You’re so lucky” or “It could have been worse” I’mma fucking crush their muh fucking skull. This has just been such a bad time for me I can’t even put it into words. I’m tired of describing my accident, I’m still having bad dreams about it, I’m can’t feign smiling anymore, its just so fucking fake. I want retribution but I know I’ll be getting none.

I’m trying to be positive, I was uploading my cds to the new hard drive I got and the Destiny’s Child song Happy Face came on. The lyrics made me think that maybe shit is getting better, then I get up Sunday morning and my car is fucking gone. Nothing left but oil spots in my driveway. And at 4:45am that song had no fucking meaning to me. There was no sunshine, there was no Happy Face. Good thing I got some comfortable shoes