This is the third time in as many days that I have typed out my nice little blog with photo and/or video accompaniment, only to go wandering off in search of said accompaniment which inadvertently wipes out the entire blog. It is so fucking aggravating to me that I am this much of a fucking Homer Simpson that I just end up stupid pissed and abandoning the whole shenanigans all together. I am a stream of consciousness writer. I cannot mirror stream of consciousness, nor recreate it. It moves too much. I can barely keep up with it when I am just driving to work fer crissakes - let alone remember what the fuck I was talking about (that most certainly was brilliant) 5 minutes ago.
So the gist was this: I fired someone today. She was an idiot all the way until the door literally hit her in the ass. At 29 she really is old enough to know better and yet I still felt compassion for her....ya da ya da...made me think of this (the fucking catalyst in losing of said most recent blog):
So the gist was this: I fired someone today. She was an idiot all the way until the door literally hit her in the ass. At 29 she really is old enough to know better and yet I still felt compassion for her....ya da ya da...made me think of this (the fucking catalyst in losing of said most recent blog):
and "Enemy" is one o' my favorites ♥
The only time my songs are performed are when my best friend in Oakland puts a band together for a couple weeks. I wish the bastard would move here with his drum kit so we could make sweet punk love together.