Ball Sack

I probably would have had an easier time dealing with this guy.

Seriously. The past few days have been just one big kick in the nuts after another. Let's see, where to start?

It got super fucking cold here. It hasn't been above zero for the high temperature for more than a week. It's close to record low temps for this time of year at night. It sucks, and yet, while I was out at the store the other day, I see a jackass wearing flip flops and cut offs. I can't tell you how many dumbfucks I've seen standing around in sub zero temps wearing only hoodies and jeans. Fucking idiots.

Because it was so cold my car wouldn't start and we had to spend two days trying to get it working again. I can't even describe the fiasco it was to get the motherfucker running again. Let's just say that I was so pissed I vowed when I get out of this fucking state I'm never going to live in a place with such ridiculous cold ever again.

There is a mystery blockage in my tub's drain and so tonight I had to bathe out of the kitchen sink. It sucked ass.

The fucking lady at Starbucks this morning was so goddamn incompetent I actually had to yell at her. I mean usually I don't bother if service is shitty or fucked up because you know shit happens, but this woman butt fucked every single part of the order. I had to tell her twice what I wanted and she fucked the order and then charged me too much and took entirely too long to count out the fucked up change she was giving me.

Also, while at Starbucks, I saw some lady wearing a McCain/Palin hoodie. Loser.

There are still no Nintendo Wii consoles in this shit hole. Fuck beans.

Yo, What's Up?

Just doing some light reading.

The only thing that is missing here is a giant loaf of crusty bread.

Check out the flower that one of my plants put out. Creepy, right?

So the damn children have been sick. Of course, the children's state health insurance is being re-approved right now and we don't have any coverage, so the children see the need to have all these doctor appointments and medications and all this shit. I tell you, they better produce one hell of a return on the investment we're putting into them. I don't know what the fuck we would do if we had to pay for this shit all the time.

Hey, you know what else? I hate a lot of people. Today I found an old diary (Yeah, I called it a diary. Only homos have journals.) that I had kept from back when before I hooked up with Felicia, went through my divorce, and progressed through the time the old man died and up to past Gavin's birth. In short, I was a fucking wreck. I think that, judging from the shit I saw, I could probably have been diagnosed with depression. Not in a pussy, "Oh, I don't feel good about life" way but in a "Holy Shit. Maybe I need to make the world better and kill myself" type of situation.

Look, I've always been prone to the melancholy, but looking at that shit made me thankful for the tenacity that is built into the whole business of living. Shit. If I'd been a total douche, I would have offed myself and never found teh blogonets. And then where would all you motherfuckers be?

All I'm saying is that maybe you should go back and read some shit that you had put down in a previous time. It's kind of fun to see a keyhole view into how you thought the world was and that you thought you knew who you were. The truth is that you don't know shit, and you just delude yourself into thinking you know what is up and what is going on. The truth is that you are terrible, just like me. We are all terrible. That is our station as a species: To be terrible.

Now, get out there and be terrible. You motherfuckers!