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Thursday, January 27, 2005

Dig this, few, maybe six months back maritza got invited to go in on this lawsuit against her company on account of unpaid overtime. Well, we thought that it was a good idea cause as a manager she ends up working all the damn time and clocking the same salary. Anyhow, today we got the check. I don't want to say how much it was but it was a nice chunk of cash to get out of the blue. Word. We decided that the best course of action was to natch, pay off all debts, we haven't many. Then we need/want a new dishwasher and Maritza is buying her dad's truck offa him for a g-note. Then we figured that we should be able to spend 500 dollars a piece on whatever we want. She's gonna buy a Nomad Zen like mine. She'll love it. Can't give a high enough rating on this thing, it's the key to my sanity. That leaves me. What should I do with this sudden windfall? Any advice would be appreciated. I think that I'm gonna buy some DVD's, of course, prolly all the existing seasons of the old WB Batman cartoon, then prolly I'll get a DVD burner for my computer. Outside of that which is only like 200 bucks I don't know what to do. It's not like it's hard, I think I want a Long Bow, like the Green Arrow, archery has always been a monor interest of mine. I need some jeans too, like 3 pairs... uhm, ya... Wow, this shit is gonna go quick huh? Maybe I won't get the DVD burner.. maybe as a family we should buy one that is like hooked up to the TV and shit... FUCK YA, that's what I want! A DVD burner..... Ok, I gotta go.. I think I'm gonna get one as soon as I'm off work, see ya losers...

Friday, January 21, 2005

Hey, nada much here on the home front. Kind of a slow week, Me, the wife and Lura are all going out for vittles later, maybe that'll help. Can't hurt, goofy shit always goes down when Lura is present. Maybe she thinks that goofy shit always goes down when I'm around. Who cares? So, I have about 45 minutes left at work, it has been super busy. Once again, who cares? It isn't like me being miserable has any effect on your life. It might make you smile if I was WAY down in the dumps and all suicidal and shit cause at least that's funny in an advantage to the onlooker sort of way. Overworked=boring and, whatever. Everyone thinks that they are overworked, shit I bet that even like homeless no job having ass cracks think that they got it hard gathering cans and shit. Losers.
I started reading Ric Flair's autobiography last night. It's really good. If you like that sort of thing anyway. It's kind of this disconnected collection of stories and anecdotes from the Nature Boy's long and illustrious career. I think that he should write another or maybe a series of audio books where he pretends like he's in the room with you telling you stories from the glory days of the National Wrestling Alliance. Like shit about him and Dusty Rhodes tag teaming arena rats in the back of Dusty's tricked out van with a unicorn painted on the side. Stories about drinking moonshine out of a jug with XXX written on it with Dirty Dick Slater ( I think he got that name on account of his love of touching his pecker to other folk's belongings). Whatever, that's just my opinion and as we've learned over the last year, that don't count for shit...

Tuesday, January 18, 2005


this guy buys bags of shit at the dig and sells it for a huge markup.. i hate him.


statue i saw at the flea market this sunday

Monday, January 17, 2005


heads
Taste the bread and butter as i take it to your face.


face
Taste the bread and butter as i take it to your face.

Friday, January 14, 2005

It's like the ECW arena when i appear
it's like the ECW arena up in here
mad hoods in hoodies/mad chokeslams
baseball bats wrapped in barbedwire
chairshots and broken tables/someone got set on fire
but for now, that later
right now I'm like Van Vader
when i drop the power bomb you wake up in a crater
Ko'ed in a sec, arm barred from the guard
any rapping retard
that wants to shoot a fair one finds that it aint that fair
if you come prepared
you'll see that the defense you learned from your seifu
is so defenseless is almost see through
i throw double rights and hook off the jab
cause you to roll to the ground, into a Boston crab
leg locks and toe holds with rhymes straight from the lab
the valley of the jeep beats on the scene since 91'
14 years in the trenches/ writing rhymes and metaphors
while kids spent time drinking country club, pumpin' gangsta rap while doin' reps on the benches
so quit ridin the dilsnick cause i can still kick the ill shit on the real tip

well that's enough of that, i just felt like doing a little freestyle rap. Whatever, it's not like i view myself as an MC or anything it's just kind of fun to do that every once again. I like to beatbox too. Ya know, beatboxing is way fun. Making kooky sounds with a farting bass bottom. It's a lost art. I think it has a place, just don't know where. Hip-hop is so bad nowadays it's embarrassing to admit that you ever liked it. I hear these rapping kids and can't imagine that they actually think that they're making music, or at least music in the sense that it comes from any sort of motivation outside of getting loot. Ya know, everyone has to pay the rent, i dig that but it seems like they don't give event he smallest thought to what they are saying and how the words might effect the people out there. Music has power, it's like somewhere i read that everyone is born with the key to heaven but the catch is that the same key opens the door to hell.
Not all these kids are wac though, MF DOOM, EL-P, Slug, MR.LIF and a whole slew of dudes that no one ever hears about are doing it right. Sticking to the four elements of hip-hop, breakin', rappin' graf and DJ'ing. That shit is crucial, to know that past and to know where you came from. Now the past isn't necessarily the future or anything but it's important to dig your foundation and to build off of it in a way that does the past a service. That doesn't mean that you have to try and do what Kurtis Blow was doing, but with a new jack swing but you should know who Kurtis Blow is and to pay attention to his music and to see what it was that he was doing so that you, i don't know try and leave a legacy for the next group of rapping kids to listen to.
The way shits going now i can't see a next level of MCs even existing. Instead of going forward it's like back to the early days of back when rap was just a cool dance hit even though it wasn't saying shit. It's funny, growing up i knew all sorts of shit about Islam and about historical characters just from listening to Public Enemy, PRT and even Run DMC with proud To Be Black. What do kids learn about today? I can't imagine.. Well, i think i could keep going on about this all night but i have a few things to do before the wifey gets home from work.. Take care of yourself and uhm, go listen to EPMD, it's like homework. Drop me a line, I'll send you some good music, FREE, that's how strongly i feel about this...

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Hey, sorry that i've been away for a bit. I guess i haven't had a whole hell of a lot going on. It's just like that sometimes... i think that we've all been there. Like for example, yesterday i went to work, worked, came home, watch an episode of Battlestar Galactica then went to bed. Today, well i don't know what today is gonna be like. I have some shit to take care of around the house. It's like crazy gross messy then maybe i'll run around to some thrift stores. I need to try and find some pants. I think that i want to start wearing untucked dress shirts and ties. Like I've been at work all day and now i'm chillin' with the tie all like undone and shit. Maybe I can tie it around my head like a japanes salary man on a sake bender. I think i've had worse ideas.
Oh, yesterday i was in the alley smoking and this really cute girl carrying like an ass ton of bags came up to me and asked if she could have one, i was grouchy so i told her no. Later while i was on the circulation desk i saw her use the phone. She dialed a lot of people and no one was home. She looked really sad. That made me sad. I wished that i would have given her the smoke. She had on these oversized blue jeans that she kept pulling up. She sort of looked like Christine Young, the internet porno chick. Find some pics yourself if your interested. At any rate this story is kind of pointless really. Maybe it goes to show that my sympathies lean more toward the pretty then toward the actually destitute. Who knows? Better yet who cares outside of me? It's prolly not a good idea to bury your product like I'm doing here but even i have to admit that this is rather boring...


Maus V. Polk
Taste the bread and butter as i take it to your face.

Monday, January 10, 2005

i just woke up. I went to sleep drunk. I had Maritza's werk party tonite. It had an open bar and i drank a bunch. Werd. Ugh, i don't know why i am doing this. I guess cause i woke up and that i am not tired, yes i am. Dude, i am no shit, drunk as fuck and this is taking a really long time. I'm having to go over my mistakes. I think that i left my zippo at the restaurant. I'm pissed. I won it on ebay and it says, has scrawled KKK on it. It's fucking awesome. I wonder if any crosses got burnt with it. So Lura was there, we have this strange dynamic of dykie chick and dude that loves to fuck chicks. She wants to come over and watch my wife go down on me, i suppose that's cool, she's cute but i don't want her across the room like a porn director or anything. I think if you wanna be part of me and my old lady doing shit you have to be close enough to touch. I don't know dude. I'm new to this shit. I'd wanna at least be able to snuggle her a bit, which maritza is cool with. She watched me pee, lura, that's weird, she know what my dick looks like, well, how long it is. I suppose they all look similar Justina walked in on this, if it was a porno they'd both like, fuck me or something but we fronted like nothing was afoot.. i'm tired.

Wednesday, January 05, 2005

It's over. I had the teeth yanked. Dude, it wasn't that bad. I'm cool, totally cool. I, as you know thought that I'd be all jacked up and fucked the fuck up but really all i have is some irritation in my mouth and really that's about all. It was kind of groovy. I got an IV dripper thing then the next thing I know, i was staggering out of the office. Then i went and bought some magazines, slept for a few yours and now I'm here writing for you. I, whatever, i want to thank Sara and Rohi for being there last night when i was shitting a brick, a brick of fear. Werd.... I'm gonna have some more yanked, i wonder if they'll be this easy? I am having such a hard time typing. I keep lining my fingers like one row off of where they should be. I want, need to keep this short. I feel strange. I'm listening to Lisa Loeb. I'm gay.

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

Tomorrow is the big day. The day of the yanking. I'm getting a whole mess of teeth pulled out of my fool head. Sucks to be me. This time it really truly does. Usually I just say that. I'm really nervous. I've never had anything that in any way qualifies as surgery. They aren't going to knock me out which at the time they suggested it sounded really good but now, I don't know.. I envision like, slicing and blood squirting all over the place and having to listen to the dentist dude and his assistant comment on the sorry state of my mouth. I wish that I, no I don't wish that I was going under, I guess what I wish is that I wasn't going through any of this in the first place. Wisdom teeth? What's the fucking point of that shit? To like, fuck you up later in life? Stupid, dude.
I hope that I get some Vics or something. I hope that I don't need them and that they give me a big ass bottle full, like a pickle jar sized thing. Word. Well, I don't know...
I hope that I can sleep well tonight. I'm a little frazzled. It sucks cause I know that it's gonna suck and that I have to just go ahead and let it be done. Whatever. At least I get some time off from work. That's always cool, well it's cool if your not bleeding like crazy from your mouth hole and totally hurting and hating every second that your alive...

Saturday, January 01, 2005

New Year's morning. I wonder what percent of the world is hung right now? I'd imagine a pretty nice chunk. I'm amongst them. It's really hard to type. So, the party was fun. I drank a lot then we had some living room fights. I tapped my brother pretty easily then Greg beat me over three rounds. I don't want to make excuses but i was really drunk and he had just shown up so, i think he had that going for him. He's really stubby so it was pretty easy for him to pop out of my submission attempts. First round i almost had an armbar twice, the second round i had a heel hook but made the HYOOGE mistake of trying to hold on to his foot when he tried to escape. I should grabbed his pants. If I'd done that i woulda had him for sure. Then the third, i'd have it almost even till then, but this round i tired badly and when i tried to armbar him he caught me up against the fireplace and tried to get me in a kimura. I have a really flexible left arm and could rolled out and countered it but i was stuck against the fireplace. So he won. I gotta give him that.
Justina did my nails. That was fun, at one point i went to the latrine and left the middle button of my Levis undone by mistake and she stuck her finger in the hole. There wasn't any kind of penile contact but it was weird. Then her and Lura made out on the couch all night. It was a popular show.
I have some really big ass bruises on my arms and a bunch of scrapes all over my legs and elbows.. I'm kind of fucked up. Lura gave me some pain killers, narcos? Norco, i looked it up. I took one earlier, i am now pain free, half an hour ago i was pain filled. Well, i gotta go and clean up the house. You know what the best part about throwing a party is? That people bring booze and snacks and you get to keep them. We got a bottle of Jager, Vodka, Rum and a shit ton of beers.. Werd.


Lura eating chips
Taste the bread and butter as i take it to your face.


boonr
Taste the bread and butter as i take it to your face.


Frida eating her own puke
Taste the bread and butter as i take it to your face.


Lex Ice
Taste the bread and butter as i take it to your face.

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