Not so much funny, as it is sad.
But there's something deep about it. I like it.
Even if it was only supposed to be funny all along...
Actually last night, as I continued reading from Neil Gaiman's American Gods (I'm almost finished), I read something about religion that I know I have to post.
Like I always say, I'm kinda fascinated by the subject, even though I dunno what to make of it.
Then just for craps and giggles, I was gonna follow that up with yet another Stryper quote, a full blown religious one.
I guess I just wanted to show both sides.
That'll all have to wait til the September journal, won't it?
My fucking CD Rom drive thingy at work doesn't fucking work.
It's OK right now because nobody else is here, so I'm on internet radio listening to some fucked up metal on KNAC.COM. Just heard Sugar from S.O.A.D.. Fucking love that song.
This weekend's gonna be a hard one.
I won't get to see much of her at all, and to make it worse, while my whole office is closed on Monday for Labor Day, I will be working all day at our big, bad, fucking annoying client from Hell.
I guess it kinda works for me since I will get a free Friday off because of it, and get paid extra for Monday.
So why do I still need to bitch?
Again, here's to hoping...
Here's to hoping...
I really hope I can get that right next time...
Anyway, I don't feel like writing, but I did post a new REVIEW.
See, I hate this.
Just recently, I was completely on top of the world, and now my insecurities are eating away at me again.
This topsy-turvy shit fucking kills me.
Fucking Miami and it's too many ignorantly politically minded immigrants just played the fool to the rest of the World again.
I mean come on, obviously I don't really give a fuck that the Latin Grammys won't be held here. It's not like I wanted to go, or hell, even watch on TV, but the principal behind it is just sad and Fucking A, if you're so passionate about another country, by all fucking means, head on back.
We really could use the space...
So what's with all these fucking shark attacks and sightings?
For a while I was hitting the beach pretty regularly, and Fucking A, if I even saw the slightest glimpse of what could have been a shark fin, I woulda doggie paddled just as fast as me chubby little appendages would let me, crying all the while like the wimpy little bitch I so can be.
Good thing for me that I much prefer the sun tanning experience to the water experience while at the beach. Still, being that I'm this gluttonous pig, I really shouldn't subject fellow human types to the horror of seeing me tan anyway...
I spent what I feel was an amazing weekend with a person that I feel is pretty amazing as well. I feel we reached this level of intimacy the likes of which I have never experienced before. No, I'm not talking physically; I mean way beyond that, to where it really matters. The psyche, or the soul. Call it what you will, but it's pretty fucking beautiful.
That's about it for me.
Unfortunately, a friend of mine has been having a hard time as of late.
He's an old friend of mine, whom I've referred to here before as "Jedi".
Anyway, he wrote a poem which I find very raw and real, and I was impressed by it to the point that I asked him if I could post it.
He was OK with that, but seemed to prefer to keep his vision, and not have me alter the poem for grammatical purposes.
So what you're about to read is in it's raw form, and remember, even though it seems to fit in perfectly with the tone of this website, SOME BODY ELSE WROTE THIS
OK, OK, last night was a really great start to what I'm hoping will be a very good weekend.
Normally I wouldn't even dream of mentioning it ahead of time, but since I felt something very rare last night, happiness actually, I just "couldn't contain myself"...
I probably shouldn't be in here right now, but things have been weird and ugly lately and I worry if they don't get better quick, they'll get even uglier...really, really ugly.
And that would suck.
Nobody said it'd be easy.
I know that.
But fuck...
Well, the weekend's almost gone, and yeah, I hate it, but oh well.
It was OK I guess.
I saw two movies:
A GOOD ONE
And a GREAT ONE
Actually, I saw the great one twice…
"Emptiness is filling me, to the point of agony" -
"...hostage of this nameless feeling" -
"The old man then prepares to die regretfully" -
All from Metallica songs.
O woe is me, and all that shit...
Yeah, that's Maiden. They were never Devil worshipping bad people. The public at large can be so incredibly stupid.
They're just five (well, six now) British blokes who liked hard rock, Guiness, and "football" (that's soccer to us cretins)...
So I don't really have anything to say right now, because I don't want to get into another lame Sunday depression thing, and how I cried a little last night when I finished reading Freak The Mighty a great kid's book, even though the tears weren't really due to the book, more likely they just came at that time because it seemed more appropriate.
So forget all that and just check out my newest (and shortest?) reviews,
HERE and HERE...