Help!!!! My job wants to eat my life!!!!
i mnde it back to milwaukee this evening and found myself directly in the path of am F-5 shitstorm with high bullshit levels. it's my goddam job. i'm starting to question how much longer i can hang on. my thoughts are on moving on and doing something new - fuck milwaukee - i have the urge to move on to a new town and experience something completely different - and take what i've picked up in my years in: (geography lesson?)
-albuquerque, NM
-tyler, TX
-hayesville, NC
-detroit, MI
-sarasota, FL
-brunswick, GA
-omaha, NE
-milwaukee, WI....... (time to move on again?)
i'm happy to be back home, though. it was raining when i got here (and the aforementioned shitstorm) so i didn't get to take my scooter out for a ride
my cat (golden tree) missed me! when things are going shitty, i've always got my pussy!
this sounds shitty, but i'm glad i don't have a wife anymore. i always hated coming back home from a road trip because she went out of her way to make it uncomfortable (alternating between confrontation and more passive agressive styles).
drink a beer for me! fuck it, make it a case!
oh yeah, $250 million poweball tomorrow. are you feeling lucky? (or do you not live in a powerball state?)
and this is funny - my pal ryan puked on the bar at the continental club (3rd Av & St. Mark's Place) and nobody even noticed. i met a lot of great people there sunday night (and i am sending one lucky bartender a sweet orange bong, er, "tobacco waterpipe") i finally outdrank the legendary ryan and i did it with style - dragging his sloppy ass around on the subways at 3AM! he was singing bon jovi's "livin' on a prayer' on the goddam F train!
new york city, here i come; i'm going to drink you ALL under!
i'm not a big icon user..........
i mnde it back to milwaukee this evening and found myself directly in the path of am F-5 shitstorm with high bullshit levels. it's my goddam job. i'm starting to question how much longer i can hang on. my thoughts are on moving on and doing something new - fuck milwaukee - i have the urge to move on to a new town and experience something completely different - and take what i've picked up in my years in: (geography lesson?)
-albuquerque, NM
-tyler, TX
-hayesville, NC
-detroit, MI
-sarasota, FL
-brunswick, GA
-omaha, NE
-milwaukee, WI....... (time to move on again?)
i'm happy to be back home, though. it was raining when i got here (and the aforementioned shitstorm) so i didn't get to take my scooter out for a ride
my cat (golden tree) missed me! when things are going shitty, i've always got my pussy!
this sounds shitty, but i'm glad i don't have a wife anymore. i always hated coming back home from a road trip because she went out of her way to make it uncomfortable (alternating between confrontation and more passive agressive styles).
drink a beer for me! fuck it, make it a case!
oh yeah, $250 million poweball tomorrow. are you feeling lucky? (or do you not live in a powerball state?)
and this is funny - my pal ryan puked on the bar at the continental club (3rd Av & St. Mark's Place) and nobody even noticed. i met a lot of great people there sunday night (and i am sending one lucky bartender a sweet orange bong, er, "tobacco waterpipe") i finally outdrank the legendary ryan and i did it with style - dragging his sloppy ass around on the subways at 3AM! he was singing bon jovi's "livin' on a prayer' on the goddam F train!
new york city, here i come; i'm going to drink you ALL under!
i'm not a big icon user..........
So the next time your boss gives you shit or anyone at your work for that matter, two words my friend,
FLYING HEADBUTT
It works wonders, and scares the shit out of them at the same time.
Peace.