Thursday, April 28, 2005
Ok, so my wife and kid are out of town till Tuesday (voices carry.....) It's both cool and wac. It's cool cause I get to sit around and drink Hamms and watch television for as long as I want. It's never really that much longer then a hour/half hour at a stretch but still. If I wanna watch for six or seven rotations then fuck all else I can do it if I want. Word. I am in charge. In charge of the cats and dogs but whatev' it's my kingdom and I shall do as I wish. What I wish is to relax, lay about, watch wrestling and catch up on these DVD's of fights and shit that have been piling up. See, I buy em' and never ever get the time to watch them. Sad, that's really the biggest woe in my life. Not enough time in the day to watch my shoot-fighting tapes. I think that someone better call the waa-mbulance. That was super gay.
It's wac cause i get lonely and weird when they aren't here. It's like with no one to answer to i just get all bug nutty and shit. Plus my problems with substance abuse really comes out. I think that without Maritza to keep me in check i'd prolly be like Nic Cage in Leaving Las Vegas, only without Elisabeth Shue's boobie's to suck on.
I'm at work. We are so caught up that I can't really think of anything to do with myself. Hence I am doing this. I think I'm getting carpal tunnel syndrome. My hands hurt. It's prolly from punching on my bag with no mitts or tape. I'm hardcore and old school, and dumb. Someday my fists'll be knotted up lumps of muscle and bone and I'll be unable to do anything with em' outside of pounding nails with my palms. I wonder if there is a call for that sort of shit or if I'll be left to doing it as a trick for my grandkids?
I showed my comic to this dude here at the liberry and he hasn't spoken to me since. I wonder if it was the book or if he is just not talking to me for other reasons. I made a point of saying what's up to him today just to see if he'd respond. He didn't. What an ass. I really wonder what the deal is here? I should just kick his ass and move on with life...
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It's wac cause i get lonely and weird when they aren't here. It's like with no one to answer to i just get all bug nutty and shit. Plus my problems with substance abuse really comes out. I think that without Maritza to keep me in check i'd prolly be like Nic Cage in Leaving Las Vegas, only without Elisabeth Shue's boobie's to suck on.
I'm at work. We are so caught up that I can't really think of anything to do with myself. Hence I am doing this. I think I'm getting carpal tunnel syndrome. My hands hurt. It's prolly from punching on my bag with no mitts or tape. I'm hardcore and old school, and dumb. Someday my fists'll be knotted up lumps of muscle and bone and I'll be unable to do anything with em' outside of pounding nails with my palms. I wonder if there is a call for that sort of shit or if I'll be left to doing it as a trick for my grandkids?
I showed my comic to this dude here at the liberry and he hasn't spoken to me since. I wonder if it was the book or if he is just not talking to me for other reasons. I made a point of saying what's up to him today just to see if he'd respond. He didn't. What an ass. I really wonder what the deal is here? I should just kick his ass and move on with life...
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