So i am training in commercial insurance and there is a farm vehicle called....

"Country Belly Dump" i am sitting with my boss trying really hard not to laugh everytime he says that or just "Belly Dump"... I'll tell you it was fucking hard not to laugh..

My bull snake bit me.  Quite a few times actually.

Have I ever mentioned how much I value our relationship?

I wonder why. 

...rollin' a hog joint, jammin to some TKK...

I'm glad I went to Morrissey with a fan (AKA The Mortician) rather than my obsessor. It was 50 times more enjoyable than I would have imagined. The venue was small, Morrissey was on top of his game, and he sang 5 or 6 The Smiths songs(Ask, Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others, Panic, This Charming Man, and his signature tune of the State's How Soon is Now?). I was downing gin & tonique - one after the other.

No, I don't drink, but tonite was an exception. The Mortician just kept getting more for me. Fuck it. I needed to feel that looseness for a wee bit. The opening band was your typical UK indie fare - The Courteeners? I have no clue, but I yawned. The Mortician instead, kept me entertained by showing me gruesome images of this guy who was run over by an 18 wheeler. He took pics from his cellphone ha. I have one of his past "trophies" on my drive somewhere... very illegal. But who here is gonna narc on this shit?

If you're overweight, you may wanna lose a few pounds before some asshole captures a pic of you like you're gonna be mounted above his fireplace. Chances are, the pic wouldn't be taken in the first place, had you shed off a good 150 lbs before expiration.

After the show, we headed on over to his flat. He put on May(Angela Bettis). No, I hadn't brought any movies over, otherwise we'd have been watching something more extreme. ... not that I have anything against May. Bettis is fuckin' cute - that famished whore.

I showed him my Loteria cards I got out of the casanegra DVDs... Mexican gothic bingo cards hehe. Then I gave him his postcards. This is a gift I gave in exchange for his thoughtful toetags... as late as it be. They were just a couple of morbid postcards - one of a morgue(a body was pulled out "wish you were here..." and the other -  silhouette of a man hanging himself inbetween a door frame "I'll just hang around 'til then...").

I had to let out a few cackles at May. Well, that bitch that was on Scream... the lezzie scenes with her were uproarious in my inebriated position.

We smoked a joint and began putting together some skeletons I had in my bag of tricks:

With the models all put together, he suggested sleep(he had to work in the AM - 9). I had to be at work by at least 3AM. It was then 1AM. Fuck. I knew I wasn't going to be waking up from this. I set my alarm on my phone and went to sleep. Nah, nothing sexual - just two mates crashin' by one another.

I do believe I was still tipsy on the way to work on the long stretch of HWY 30, from The Mortician's. This guy behind me pissed me off, 'cause he was riding my ass, so I went down to 50 MPH in the 60 zone. Then he got in front of me. I passed him up then he was coming to my right so I swerved over that was with a quick jerk of my wheel to show him I wasn't kidding. He let up after that.

Then I couldn't help but feel like a fucking damn fool. I could see my brother's recently broken body... skin and lifeless, followed by a trail of gore and blood on the asphalt. The two of us cannot be going out the same way. I felt like a hypocrite. Though, I wasn't drunken. I was just a bit "off." How would you describe the aftermath of drinking? When you're still gone but there?
I got to work and noticed I still had my "over 21 bracelet" on. Heh, I just didn't look my manager in the eyes. I'm sure he put two and two together. He'll see that I did a good job this morning, with no reports of missing papers later on.

That's that. I'ma go smoke this joint and drive around. I'll be back and in bed, finishing up Sins of the Fleshapoids which is a really fucking fun short film. Yes, gRAHAM, i RECOMMEND IT. fULL SCOOP LATER AND ELSEWHERE. I don't wanna retype that

~ Los

I believe I can take use of this thread on a daily basis.

But I won't.  Because I have a tendency in destroying threads with my moods. 

Best thing you have ever created, Chuck.  Let's leave it at that, because I think your babies would look like something out of a Latin Kings documentary.

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Yesterday I had the day off for Good Friday.  This is like the first fricking Holiday that has fallen on the day that I'm scheduled to work, so it was nice to know I had the day off.  When a Holiday falls on one of my Fridays in which I am off, it seems pointless.  So, I accidentally slept in till around 1:30PM or so, on the wake of a massive storm coming in.  I went to take a shit, stood up from the seat, and got a pain in the back of my neck and shoulders.  I erased my memory (yes, it's possible) because of some reason and had decided that I wanted to go to Lowe's (the home improvement store, not the grocers) to window shop for a some Masonite or its equivalent.  Before I did, I took a shower immediately after shitting (or so my mind wants to have it played out), and before heading out the door, I thought I would call Somethingclever, not expecting her to pick up.  She hadn't heard from me in a while and didn't know who I was at first.  We got to talking and catching up, just listening to her (though she believes I wasn't) made me happy.  **I, like, keep deleting multi-lines of shit I just wrote... deemed to-much-info for you all**  We end the call because we have shit we want to do, and I skidaddle to Lowe's, looking at Ms. Kittie on my recliner all snuggled up.  It's been 24 hours and the lazy whore appears to not have budged.

I went to Autozone first because I needed new windshield wipers before the curtains opened-up again.  Put them on there in the parking lot and headed to Lowe's.  I spent a few minutes there browsing their lumber.  They still had the small 2x2x5/8 that I picked up a couple years back which I used for stretching paperboards.  This time, I wanted a LARGE piece to do some painting.  The 48x96 was at a great price and I can have it cut-up to my specs (here, they call it particle board), but all the boards of all sizes for this were 5/8 thick.  FUCK.  That's a bit thick, usable, but still thick.  I was wanting 3/8... thick enough to gesso and not warp, and to ship lightly to whomever when it's finished.  Oh well... 5/8 it shall be.  After I finish off a couple test pieces on cheap canvas, I'll go back and have them cut-up the 48x96.  No hurry.  Just window shopping for what was available and usable.

I left, to black and purple skies and a nice shower.  When I got to my car, "where to now?"  I decided to Staples.  Why?  I haven't a fucking clue.  I was bored, I love electronics, and I didn't have a need to get home.  So, I drove across the drag to Staples, played with the touchscreen computer, brought up the Paint proggie in Vista, and fingerpainted some questionable material, stood back to look at my pornographic work, was pleased, went around to see how much harddrives were, DVD bundles, and other stuff... and left.  Still showering.

I just went home.  Traffic was bad and I didn't want to go to Winston to grab some shoes.  So, when I got home, it was after 5:30P, and I went ahead and started to cook some fucktacular bacon cheese burgers and a raspberry pie.  I remember telling Graham that I may not be on till midnight because the storm grew, so I shut the computer off.  It was after 8PM when I finished cooking and washing dishes, and picked-up where I left off with Let the Right One In.  I've really gotten into this book.  Unfortunately, I'm only halfway through and don't see me finishing tomorrow.  That's ok.  It's a good read.  I turned the computer back on a little past midnight after the last rumble came through and chatted with Graham about randomness things.  Browse, tinker, browse, modify, browse.  Same ol' shit.  At around 5:15AM, I decided to book my head on the pillow.

I wake up this afternoon as sore as yesterday after taking a shit.  My neck is a wreck, I tells ya.  Did I pinch a nerve in my sphincter that did this?  What the fuck?  I've been up for an hour (after 2:30PM now), quite breezy yet warm outside, sunny, and contemplative on what to do.  It's a repetitive lifestyle for me.  Talk to Ms. Kittie, race my mind with negative thoughts, pace, and erase my memory.  Come Monday, people will ask me how my weekend was.  And I will repeat the same thing that I usually do (except when I went to the gig a couple weeks ago)..... "I don't remember."  Thing is... it's true.  I won't remember.  Though they think I'm joking or had a secretive drinking binge, I just have that tendency to erase my past when nothing seems worthy to mention, or... it'll have me in less pain to not remember.  I want to remember cooking the uberlicious burgers and pie, the phonecall with Joc, the cost and availability of the particle board... but, if I have no one of importance to share it with here---with me, what's the point?  Me erasing my mind is my drunken, drug-aggled disobedience.

So I get this promotion two years ago and end up working with someone whom I thought was one of the cooler peoples at my company, but turns out to be a ginormous bitch. Every other day my supervisor was telling me she wrote him emails saying I had done this or I hadn't done that...things he could basically check up on and find out she was lying. So long story short I end up on another crew by choice...drama over? Not quite. Certain tasks I did on my shift required prior preparation on her shift...bitch started trying to sabotage my ass and it got to the point that I was spending twice as much time doing said tasks cause I had to double check everything and then correct the multiple errors that were always there. Bitch was doing the shit intentionally and when someone else pissed her off...she managed to fuck them up enough to get them demoted because they were too stupid to double check. Long story short, I got fed up with bitch and asked to take a demotion and go to another department before I slice her fucking throat open with a box cutter.

Our plant production VP, whom I impressed the shit out of years ago when I was offered the chance to fill in for an equipment tech who had carpal tunnal, offered me a fill in position in a department that was short. This fill in position requires a shitload of paperwork and every week I'm ordering, handling, doing inventory and receipts for upwards of $200,000 dollars worth of materials. Apparently VP dude saw that I could handle the job on my own and I was offered the job permanently. The job is actually a promotion and raise from the job I asked to be demoted from....so no crazy bitch AND a raise, plus my own office.

Meanwhile my company is doing a downsizing and they just happened to promote me a couple weeks prior to the downsizing. Psycho bitch is affected and I had not made the move...I would have been affected. Karma being the bitch that it is, had I stayed in the department I would have been demoted and psycho bitch would not have been affected at all. So in doing this shit to make me wanna leave that department...she slit her own throat.