Category: All Day, Every Day

I think I’m about a cheeseburger away from blowing up and looking like the Blob. Since high school I’ve been walking this very fine line between average size and fat and now I’m just fat. Yes, there is some muscle definition, especially in my shoulders and a little in my chest. If you didn’t know people will treat you different if you look good, have a svelte body and a nice face and I guess I’m tired of looking from under the bell glass, its about time that I start going back to the gym.

I have a few choices in terms of facilities; Bally Total Fitness, World Gym, Purdue Calumet Fitness Center and Quads Gym. Overall Quads Gym seems to have the most promise, and since I’ve been to all the other other gyms list. Bally is too expensive and too corporate. I rather work out for me and not The Man. World Gym is cool mostly for being open 24 hours during the week but its contract only and you make payments via a payment book, like a car note. And the gym at school is okay and for $18 a semester seems really great but I get this overwhelming sense of dread going there. Maybe its the dim lights or the large amount of geriatric patrons and the liver spotted dangles in the locker room. So today after work, I’m going to go check out Quads.

Well I finally did it. I finish paying off that that high ass cable from that was the result of the robbery and the stolen cable box/DVR. So last night I gave a quick call to my provider Wide Open West (WOW Cable), upped my Internet speed to 6Mbps and ordered another DVR box which should be here by Monday afternoon. I feel so happy… I could almost cry.

I recently got new neighbors in the apartment downstairs, underneath me. Its some portly white or Latina definitely a non-Negro female, her unattractive black man-friend and a cat. I don’t think they’ve been here a full 31 days and I can’t stand these fuckers.

It irks me so badly that I’m breaking out in a rash or something or it could be that flea-ridden cat they have. First she has been taking my parking space, even though my name may not be on it but everybody and they’re blind, retarded grandmother knows that ‘Tony parks his piece of shit HERE.’ Not only has she been parking in my spot but her and he ugly man smoke weed, not only are they smoking weed but it’s the nastiest and foulest smelling shit ever and its seeps into my apartment through the floors and vents. I came home one night caught a whiff of it, immediately got a headache and almost passed the fuck out.

Even with all of that, what really gets me going is the fact that they are SO FUCKING LOUD. All the apartments are double insulated just for sound, but they way these fuckers carry on, it sounds like they’re right next to you. I hear their TV over mines, I hear ol’ boy taking a shit, I hear every fucking thing they do because they’re so loud so you know I hear them fucking. Dude moans and grunts so loud, you’d think he was getting dicked and it’s all the time. I’m in bed early for work and they’re fucking, I come home for lunch in the middle of the day they’re fucking. With all this noise these people make you know they had the balls to yell some shit about me closing my dresser drawers this morning while I was getting ready for work.

See they’re gonna make me do some shit like I did to that Nut sack with the CB radio.

…I enjoy every second of it.

Short story, I was driving to Oak Brook Illinois to take my sick Mac mini to the Apple store and at 2 o’clock in the afternoon. My mac crapped out on my last night and would wake up from the screen saver. While I had my powerbook, I become so accustomed to my mini. After getting little help over the phone with Apple support, I jump in the car and sit in gridlock on Interstate 294. Essentially the combination of heat, no AC, stagnate traffic, a broken computer and a piece of ass that wouldn’t go away (long story for another day) had made me a very irritable, asshole.

Before I go further, I would like to say to the bald headed owner of a Ford F-150 and Illinois license plates “SIMONJR,” I’m going to find you and do evil shit to you and your family.

Anyway, I’m zooming up I-294, to get to the mall so I could see if there’s any chance to save my baby. But each time I make some leeway, so prick jumps in front of me just to brake. I think I need to a gun or something.

By the way, the issue with my mac was a quick fix, either when my mini was built or maybe from the robbery, the memory module came loose and eventually came out. All they did was pop it back in and tested to see if it came on.

Was just sitting here at work at all hours of the night, which is normal and I was delete some e-mail off of Yahoo. As I’m clicking on check boxes I noticed that a lot of them were invites from Yahoo 360 and sent within the last week or so.

‘Damn, I got a lot invites’ I thought to myself as I started to go through the links to see who these people were. As I go through my friends list I see a trend. With the exception of EJ, Karsh, G and Kristin all the invites I go were from big chicks. Not to offend anyone because there ain’t anything wrong with a big chicks, I mean pussy is pussy. It’s just that I never paid attention to who was sending me invites until now.

Anyway.. I need to go send out some emails and take advantage of my new found popularity. :twisted_wp:

I really need to get my car fixed soon. For the last 2 years I hand my piece of shit, the passenger side of my car floods when it rains. Its not a drip or a leak but more like a seepage from the bottom or the car which doesn’t sound logical at all. Essentially this started after I had my windshield replace. But it didn’t rain until a month and a half after I got it done so I could blame anyone.

Mostly I end up being lazy and not remove the water out of my car so as I drive around, back and forth to water you can here the sloshing. One time I actually had little bean sprout things growing of the carpet. At the point I realized I let this go to far and had the inside of my car detailed and disinfected.

So why do I bring this up… well it rained today, hard. But we needed it after 100 degree heat. So Now I have to go through the process of cleaning my car out, since I don’t believe having a few inches of water counts for me to use the car pool lane.

After yesterday’s rain the sun came out briefly and most of the water dried up. Then after I got to work, the sky literally dump a shitload of water on us. After 20 minutes my car had accumulated that much water.

A cartoon about mental breakdowns, delirium and psychoses. At what point do you lose all hope and pray for some deranged bat-welding middle schooler to knock you the fuck out and absolve you of all your worries and problems? What happens if this maniac isn’t really real?

Essentially thats how the first half of this anime series deals with. But if you were looking from a review I suggest you go to Buzz Scope (formally Pop-Culture Shock), they’re better at it.

Unfortunately this is about me and my fucked up life. I realized that with all my Expending Energy, I’ve run into the same quality issue AGAIN. Pretty much, I’ve been sticking my dick in negros it doesn’t belong in, essentially dudes unworthy on me or as Bernard puts it eloquently… Barneys.

At first I thought I was deep rooted superficial reason (how’s that for a contradiction) dealing with my own self image or self esteem or maybe my inability to say ‘No’. I’ve yet to come to any conclusion but I know I need to kick my vices aka The Dick Sites. Overall I need I help, maybe there really is a Li’l Slugger and maybe I need him to crack my skull back open for me.

I’m not longer that 19 year old, worrying about my next paycheck from Purdue, trying to balance getting ass and going to class. I’ve written about my first heartbreak to my to my first car. I’ve been doing this for five years and yet every post always seem like my first.

Again I want to thank everyone for their support the last week or so but its time I got back to some normalcy on this site. And by normalcy I mean the complete and utter mundane bullshit I churn out on a semi-daily basis.

So what have I been up too? Nothing but sitting around my place, getting Live Search working on my site, talking with my twin, drinking, expending energy and reading blogs. I’ve been working on my manifesto, watching prime time television and pretty much been sitting around in my draws, twiddling my thumbs and other appendages.

I’ve pretty much decided that I won’t reach my 500 entry mark by my 5th year blog anniversary on the 17th. After thinking about it, I felt that it really wasn’t inportant. In all honesty, I write this shit for me, its just nice that somebody may read this and may be going through something similar or maybe connect with it on some level.

It’s a new fiscal year, and I need to start something to occupy myself. I started a LiveJournal page, chronicling some of the exploits I would dare mentioning here. I’m starting my DVD collection over from scratch. I picked up some excellent Kung Fu titles like Master of the Flying Guillotine and Five Deadly Venoms all I need is Master Killer and some other classics and I’ll be set.