FUCK,FUCK,FUCK

Barry Bonds just hit home run number 755.Tying "Hammerin" Hank Aaron. I'm not pleased. Hank Aaron was a good, HONEST, ballplayer. Barry Bonds is a cheating bastard, a 'roided out freak of nature. This is a sad day for baseball.

This a pic of Barry From the 80's:

He looks pretty normal, his head and arms are normally sized.

Bonds today: He LOOKS LIKE A GOD DAMNED PRO WRESTLER!!!, If that 's not drugs then I want to know what the man eats!

I had to get that out of my system, I realize that the few people that read this aren't huge sports fans. So thank you for indulging me.

Joe Dresnok, an American in Eastasia, er, N.Korea

I saw this on 60 Minutes a few weeks ago. It really freaked me out. Just watch and you will see what I mean. Check this out.

Things I will miss about H-town. Things I won't

• Good Mexican food on every freaking corner.
• Scantily clad Latinas w
• No-Tsu-Oh
• Being in a minority (white, leftist, left-handed, liberal male)
• Shiner Bock
• ummmm, not much else.

Things I WON'T miss about H-town:

• The Heat
• The Humidity
• The "W" stickers on the two-story pick-up trucks. (the election was over THREE YEARS AGO, WE GET IT!!!)
• The pollution
• Mosquitoes
• My crack-head upstairs neighbor
• The fact that very few good bands come here
• The shitty public transportation
• The suburban feel of it (seriously this is the fourth largest city in the country but it doesn't feel like it.
• GRILLS
• Shitty Houston Hip Hop. (Who is Mike Jones? I don't care!, there hasn't been any good hip-hop from this town since the Geto Boys) DAMN IT FEELS GOOD TO BE A GANGSTA!

This says it all

How Does he DO it?

Slacker

I'm a damn slacker. I have gotten some things done today but not much. I meant to go pawn my stereo, but I didn't. I meant to go sell my X-Box. I didn't. I did clear out a whole closet full of crap. I keep wishing for more time, unfourtunatley it's a finite resource. It's time to kick ass.

Things just got real

I just got home from cashing the last check I will ever get from my last job. I got the the largest sum of money I have ever gotten at one time. Once I got the cash in hand I got really tense, my head started to hurt, and I got a little nauseous. I should be happy ,right? Why am I not happy? I'm just a bundle of raw nerve endings. I have to go buy my ticket tomorrow, I have to clean, I have to pack. I have to figure out if I am going to sell my X-Box 360 or keep it. I have too much to do. I feel sick....

Boredom.....

Okay, I'm not really liking this being out of work business. I know it's only been a day but this sucks ass. I don't like having too much free time. Free time=thinking too much. Thinking too much=depression. Daytime TV sucks, Right now I am watching something about doughnuts on the history channel. Yep. Doughnuts. I always wondered how they got the jelly into jelly doughnuts, now I know.

I met a nice German girl at the bar last night. She was into cool music, and of course she had a boyfriend. I also talked to a man who told me I should file for unemployment. "work the system", he said. I can't get paid to do nothing. Ethically I just can't do it. And I really don't like having too much free time.

I sold my collection of DVD's today. I got 75 dollars for 42 movies.I think I got gypped. The only ones I kept are my sacred Henry Rollins videos. C'est la vie.

I'll post more later, I have nothing better to do.

11:04 AM

This is strange. Normally at this time I would be freaking out because I would be horribly late for work. But here I am, blogging. I have nothing better to do I have a lot of stuff to do but I'm not doing any of it. I'm a lazy fucker. I'm blogging and yelling at the president on TV. I should be on my bike right now. I need to go on a ride today, If I don't I will feel strange. I don't want my body to go soft. I need the endorphin rush, the feeling of the muscles in my legs tearing and rebuilding, I'm addicted. I need to sweat.


Fuck I'm boring.....