Why is every body making fun of me?

Well we are now in a state of consent midnight and I for one love it. I am sure the only things that high expectations will bring us is massive failure and disappointment.


One thing I would like to get off of my chest. I will admit that I let a person’s comments get to me a little bit. I will not say that name as this person is a reader or perhaps my stories have pissed this person off to the point that they will no longer read. What could these comments have been? One thing that really gets under my skin is when somebody calls me a jock. Possibly because I associate that word with guys that are cheesy, singular and all around lame. Three things that I am not. So this person is very upset with my blogs and how I talk about and treat people, females to be exact. Here is what I have to say to this.


While you may think I am being jocular with my comments, commentary, stories or philosophies I am not. Instead I am merely stating my feeling and opinions. It is not my fault that I am so good at this people love to hear my stories and thoughts on various subjects. See, I have this gift, a gift of story telling. So if you find some personal offense to what I have written I do not apologize for your poor self esteem. If I have not named you by name then forget about it. If you think that I mistreat people, I do. If you think that I objectify women, you’re right I can’t see past their vaginas. If you think I think people are generally stupid, don’t you? If you think that I am a selfish prick, guilty as charged. Why do you think people read this?


Please do not blame me because you were made fun of a good portion of your life. That is not my fault. All I am trying to do is show you how perfect I really am and give you my version of the truth. If you like it, great keep reading. If you don’t, take my blog off of your bookmarks under favorites and stop reading.


Other then that I have had a pretty quiet week. I have not been woken up from a nice nap by a desperate chick calling my name out of my window. You know the second you pulled out and flipped out I forgot you were alive. Have fun coming home to a studio apartment with trash on the floors eating cookie dough because I know you can stand to add on type two diabetes to your growing list of physical problems.


Aside from the big national election there were a lot of state issues that were on the ballot. Armed with my voter sheet that I made after extensive research I went to vote after work. Thinking there was going to be a huge line I bring some chips and soda with me, walked the two blocks to my polling place and walked right in. Some fucking hype with this long line shit, try no fucking line. But here is the best part of my voting experience, my place had tables set up so you could see everyone in the room. I guess we don’t believe in a secret ballot up here. I must say it was beyond awesome to see people go right for President then feel that they had to vote on everything else. The problem was they had no fucking idea what any other issues were so they would read the caption and look worried. The look of worry gave way to the look of “fuck it” and they ended up just putting anything on there. Now did I vote on every issue? No I did not, I felt there were a few on the ballot that I really didn’t feel effected me so I left that up to people that truly cared one way or another. There was one ballot issue that was a hot button here in California.


That’s right, can the gays get “married?” A little background on this, back in 200 we voted that they could not, then the California Supreme Court ruled that they could. So for all those Howard Stern listeners out there, because of our great state George Takei was able to put a ring around Brad’s big balls. Not to long after the religious right saw that gays were getting married they flipped the fuck out and were able to get Prop 8 on the ballot. This was written to over turn the CSC and put that marriage is only between a man and a woman. So a vote yes would mean Brad and George go back to humping once a week, with George keeping all of his money. A vote No would say, no I want gay people to be miserable like the rest of the married people out there.


My vote on this was no. I mean really who gives a fuck? Some chicks like their vaginas so much that’s all they want to fuck. While some dudes like getting split open by a guy. No big fucking deal. So this Prop looked like it was going to go down until the out of state Mormons pumped millions and millions of dollars to scare families into thinking that their kids would be taught in school gay marriage. As of right now I don’t think they have called it, but when I last checked that fucker was going down and the entire city of San Francisco is about to riot.


I ask the out of state Mormons this. You have your own state and you are rapidly taking over others. Please, you people need to know that you are fucking psychotic. These are the same people that will make fun of a Mexican family for having five kids that can’t afford and they will turn around and have 8. I find it even stranger that all Mormon kids look the same, all blonde, pale and lifeless just like you. So when you die after being a good person by judging others have fun on your own planet. Oh wait that’s right when you die you have two options cremation or put in the ground. Hopefully you choose to be put in the ground so the only eternity you have is rotting. Please, don’t bring your out of state issues into mine because the next time you do I will drive to Utah and introduce to your young high school and college youths the amazing powers of crack. Then I will get to have the last laugh seeing them become homeless bums in San Francisco. Your boys will have no choice but to suck a dick just for a happy meal and your girls will find themselves taking orders from a pimp on a bike.


I will offer this to all of my readers. An idea from super fan Kelly Mac, if there is a topic you would like me to cover one week just fill out a comment and let me know what it is. Kelly has already given me one, so look for that next blog. Then, after years of waiting I get to be the best man at a Mexican wedding, si mon.

Stalked

You will be glad that I waited to write this. Just so you know I started to write this on Sunday then I had a girl come over so I stopped for obvious reasons. Basically I met this chick from a trusted online dating service, met up with her last week. Strap yourself in for this one.

First off I was very luke warm with this chick to begin with. I figured what the hell, the worst thing that can happen is I don’t like her. So we meet up at my favorite bar. As soon as I walk in I see her, she was pretty hard to miss and it wasn’t because she was wearing lime green. As a matter of fact I would have totally missed her on purpose if she had not been obsessively watching the door awaiting my arrival. As I am sitting there we start to talk, it is going ok. I felt that the real reason I was not into her was because I just didn’t like the conversation. A few hours pass and we decide to go back to my place.

I don’t know why I did but I started to make out with her. This goes on for a hour or so. I explain to her why girls should give it up on the first date. She agreed with me but at the same time did not act upon her agreement with me. Seriously, you girls really need to look at how you conduct yourselves. This chick totally wanted to have sex with me, but for some reason didn’t? It does not make any sense to me at all. Before she left I shared my need for alone time six days a week. So before we go to far she leaves. I am not worried.

Days go by and I find myself not caring at all, but for some reason on Sunday I decide to return a text message from her. One thing led to another and I find her at my place while I watch True Blood and Entourage. It would have been awesome if I could have watched these shows without her laying on my chest suffocating me. I also love when people open their fucking mouths while I am watching something. Listen, watch and shut the fuck up. Three fucking things, is that too hard to do? I didn’t think so.

As my chest is be smashed in she starts to make out with me. we end up on my bed. The whole time I am thinking that I should not do anything because I am just not into her at all. She is all over me, ripping off her clothes getting down to her underwear pulling me in, asking me if I have condoms. I finally decide to give in and give this dog a bone. Just as I do she does a 180 and tells me she can’t and is out of my door within 30 seconds. Good, nothing happened so nothing for me to feel guilty about.

Monday, text message saying she was sorry and she didn’t know what came over her. Work busy, stress high urge to kill co workers on the rise. I get home, play my video games and spend the night relaxing.

Tuesday, I decide to leave work a little on time. On my way home I am getting text messages from her telling me she is at the bar. Using my lingo when describing who is there. Fuck that shit, don’t fucking talk like me unless you already talk like me when we meet. I don’t find it at all flattering when a chick thinks I am so fucking awesome that she tries to mimic my mannerisms. Be your fucking self please, all you do is confirm in my mind that you are a weak minded fool. I do not respond to her messages. In fact I laugh on my way home and start to think about my nap.

I get home and I go right into my bed, I mean I was totally beat. Work was crazy I am getting pulled into all these different directions all of the time. I end up being put into the middle of all these different shit situations. The reason is because people like me enough to try to help a situation, anyways I am done with work talk for now. So I am in bed watching some election coverage thinking, damn none of this really matters, more on that next time. Just as I start to fall asleep I feel my phone start to vibrate, surprise! Another text. This one says that she would call but she thought I might not answer the phone and she is sorry for Sunday. Well yeah, she should be sorry I was about to do her a favor and no I would have answered. So my eyes are closed and I start to fall asleep.

Five minutes after I get her message just before I was about to fall into a deep sleep for the night I hear my name being called. It took me a second to realize it was my name and another second to realize that she was outside my window calling for me. Fucking crazy bitch. You make an ass out of yourself in my room then make an ass of yourself in public. How awesome of you and what a way to make me think you are totally not worth my time, you fucking loser. Maybe Santa Clause will be nice to you and put a life time gym pass into your stocking ;)~

In some brighter news, my mom is coming to visit this weekend. Great. This really fucks up my alone time. I work so fucking hard during the week I don’t want to do anything during my weekend. See I am different then most people that claim they work hard during the week. If you bust your ass during the week would that not make you tired and in need of rest? Exactly, you are just lying to yourself. You probably don’t work hard, you pretending to work hard makes more work for people like me that actually care about what they do. So do us all a favor, walk to the middle of the Golden Gate Bridge and jump. Maybe if I didn’t have to clean up other peoples fuck ups I would be able to enjoy my days off without having to do nothing just rest. Fuck you and the pussy you squeezed out of.

The Proposition

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Blues

I have been looking into ways to get out more without spending a lot of money. Lucky for me I live in San Francisco and there is always something going on in one of the parks. Weather it be movies at Dolores Park or free concert festivals in Golden Gate Park, I am finding if I look hard enough there is something I can do not spend a lot of money and meet chicks. This week I went to the Bluegrass festival held in Golden Gate Park.

Saturday morning I start it off like any other Saturday, I go wash my clothes. I find that during the morning on a weekend is a good time because I still have basically my whole day to do whatever I want to do. So I get up get my stuff together and head out, now it rained on Friday night for the first time in a few months and because it had been a few months I forgot what happens when it rains. I soon remembered upon arriving at my laundry mat to find it had been turned into a bum complex. As soon as I walked up on it I remembered that when it rains the bums scatter from the park like Mexican Lowriders when they see the cops. They do this simply because they are foul losers that need to keep dry and since they have no place to go and were probably up all night taking turns fucking the one bum chick in their crew they are more well equipped to show up and dry their clothes as soon as the doors open.

So I am in there putting my clothes away thinking that I will not be able to leave while my clothes are being done because I can’t trust any of them. Before I can start I walk over to the change machine but I could not quite reach it, why you ask? Simple, because there was one of these human rats buried under four sleeping bags from the goodwill and this inconsiderate asshole decides to sleep right underneath it. Me being the mean person that I am and getting really aggravated by the smell that they are creating I just step on his compound and lucky for me I connected with his head. So he wakes up all pissed and looks at me because he knows he can’t do anything and also realizes that he is asleep under the change machine. Showing the half of brain he has he moved realizing that I was not going to be the only one walking on him unless he moved.

Now back to the smell. The words here cannot not truly give this smell justice. Remember they don’t wash their clothes because to them putrid smells are nothing more then an aphrodisiac. Let me just say it’s a horrible smell but here is the worst part, as if the smell was not bad enough something else happens to the point that you can feel the smell all over your body. This happens when there are six of them, they only have enough money to dry one load of clothes, so they are in there with their dirty wet blankets and their body heat combined with the heat from the dryers it creates steam. So I am engulfed in smelly steam and I feel forced to stay there the whole time so I don’t get jacked by these jerks.

There I am sitting there miserable with only one thought I my head and that was to buy a washer and dryer that day. As I am thinking this I noticed that they all move outside blocking the front door I get up and walk around to just check it out. The feeling of loneliness really starts to creep over me because as I am walking around I realize that I am the only person that sleeps on a bed not made of leaves. I also notice one of the bum kids sitting at the table where we all fold our clothes and he is looking really suspicious. I get to see that he was trying to hide his crack pipe and drugs. I start to feel really ill at this point and start to wonder why the old man that owns this place that seems to always be there isn’t there in my time of need. So the kid seeing that it was safe starts to free base in the laundry mat. By this point I was ready to loose it but I calmed myself down and told him to put his shit out before I call the cops. He looks at me and just says “why” as a response. Really? Are you that stupid? I basically told him just to put it out because I don’t want to see his sorry ass do that stuff and the ever looming threat of the cops to come pick him up and deliver him back to his rich parents house loomed to large for him to not take seriously.

One good thing about the laundry that day was a blast from the past sent me a text. That’s right our favorite psycho chick Kate wants to hang out. Hell yes I want to hang out! This is how I found out about the Bluegrass festival that was going on one mile away from my front door. She tells me when time to meet and tells me to bring beer. I prepare for a great day.

As she requested I get the beer all in the hopes of seeing her in all of her glory. I am on the Muni heading out to where the concert is being held and lucky me I can’t listen to Stern because she is on the same train as I am and who with? None other then her cousin Mike, that’s right the same one that begged to see my cock for four hours the last time I hung out with her. Now I was not sure if it was Kate when I first stepped on the train. She must have gained a good 20 lbs from the last time I saw her. So she is wearing only pair of jeans that she has and has owned for a years but the pants are just so tight on her. You can see the seems busting from her zipper and large masses of flesh hanging all out. It was gross. It was just one disappointment after another, the next one was she stopped drinking and started to be more responsible. She moved in with her dad so she can save up money, she stopped randomly fucking guys, this would be the first day in a month hat she had a drink. Meanwhile Mike was also not the same little bitch that I remembered.

We end up at the west of the park and I really don’t know what to expect. One thing is when something is free it gets packed! This was no exception, nothing but lame young chicks trying to be funny or old hippies with their shirts off exposing us to their hairy backs. It was a trip for me to see these people who were definitely part of the baby boom era, that used to back free love and communism. Well now that they are older and made a killing in the stock market they have changed. Don’t be fooled, they still might have their beards or long hair. But it all rings hallow when they have massive compounds built with tvs and radios, fans to cool themselves and really expensive Tommy Bahamas shirts.

As for the music, it was cool. Don’t mistake a free festival with local acts only. This one had acts like Emmylou Harris and Iron & Wine. So the quality was good. I did get bored after a while and we ended up staying for only about three hours. I went home Kate and Mike went to Lovefest, which is a very similar event as Bluegrass festival but for electronic music. To my disappointment nothing crazy happened while we were there, in fact she is different when she is not drinking and by that I mean not fun or worth my time. No big deal because the day was just starting and there was a major Dodger game to watch.

My Saturday night was basically built around game three of the Dodgers Cubs series. Nervous as can be I lock myself into my room and give the game my total attention making sure to miss one second of the action. It was nervous time the Dodgers have not won a playoffs series since they won the world series in 1988. this pressure probably felt more by some of my other friends that basically build their lives around the Dodgers. About the 5^th inning just as things are getting really tense John gives me a call and tells me he is going to watch the game at my place. I don’t think John and I have ever watched a game together that the team we were rooting for won. So this just added to my tension. Long story short the Dodgers won and it was time to celebrate I grab my Dodger sweater that I have been waiting to wear around town with pride not just as a fuck you to the city and we go to Murio’s order us some 24oz. PBR and smile. That is until I was approached.

Here we are enjoying ourselves trying to decide what else we wanted to do that night and some dude that went up to only my chin started to try and punk me. Why did he want to punk me you ask? Simple, he was wearing a Cubs hat and the Dodgers once again ruined their season. It was obvious that he was a little bit drunk. So he walks right up to my chest, John is freaked out because he doesn’t like to fight and didn’t know what to do. So this little guy asks me what I was doing there and I told him I was celebrating and he must be drowning his sorrows. He goes back to how great the Cubs are and how I can’t take away the season they had, well little guy hate to break it to you but the Dodgers did. I am getting really upset but I really didn’t want to fight him so I thought of something more embarrassing for him. I basically intimidated him to the point that he shook my hand and wished the Dodgers well. I did this by just looking like at any second I was going to rip off his head and only gave one word answers, it seemed to work out nicely for me. he takes off John and I start to laugh at him because he was a looser and I go out for a smoke to celebrate.

Well the little guy didn’t know that I was outside and started talking shit to his friends about how he punked me. Here are his friends, one standard white guy and one really annoying dude. I found him annoying because he had a curly q mustache, top hate, tie that went down to his chest, walked around with a cane and tried to pick up girls by using a fake British accent. So I made eye contact with him and he gets all freaked out, now his male burlesque dancer friend asks me if I have a problem. I told him yes I did, I didn’t know which one of their asses to shove his cane up first. He is all embarrassed because he doesn’t know what to say, like he had a moment planned out in his mind if he ever got into a confrontation and he failed miserably, they all did was cower, of course he was talking to me in his regular voice so the foolish chicks that fell for his accent now think his lame and bail out on them, while the guy that works the door that knows me watches the hole thing laughing his ass buys me a drink. They leave in shame, we meet up with my room mate and her friend the Doctor.

We get there my room mate is with a dude the Doctor is really happy to see me and we start to talk about baseball. My room mate is having a good time, we drink a lot and dance to Drum and Bass. John, is just on fire trying to pick up Sweedish lesbians the whole night. I keep telling him how he is wasting his time but he doesn’t realize that he is. Last call arrives and we leave, we hit up the pizza by the slice place right next door and John runs into these young chicks he met at a bar the night before. And damn it I have told him many times, get their number don’t give them yours. He is talking to two of them I am talking to one, he is out of his mind drunk at this point in time and he tells them about the Bluegrass festival. They really just wanted to leave but he has one of those tactics that he is able to body position himself so that they can’t leave and just dominates the conversation. This one chick was basically like fuck it and just started to walk away and John gives his number to this one chick.

John is feeling good at this point, he feels that he pulled quality phone numbers. The Sweedish lesbians that the second last call was called they practically run across the street as John is talking to them. These other young chicks in front of the pizza place all but run away. John was not done. As we are waiting for our pizza to be done he starts talking to this other chick from Germany. She was pretty nice, visiting for the week staying with her cousins. John gets her number and we start walking home, she stops us and asks us if we want to stay at the bar the had been at and DJ. John stayed I went home. I should have stayed but I didn’t want to be trapped there until 6 in the morning. At the time it was already three so maybe I should have. Oh well.

I have this last thing. Guys don’t waste your time with girls that you have no chance with. Lesbians are not going to fuck you, chicks are not going to call you because they just wait for another guy that is better looking that calls them. Let’s not brag about getting a phone number from a girl that will never ever answer the phone when we call. We have all been there before, “dude, I got a number!”

“Alright Rob, you have to wait two days to call.”

You call anyways, not once but like three times and the only answer you get from them is when they are pissed that you have called them four straight days and they want you to leave them alone. So my single guy friends let’s make a pact to only talking about the girls we do have sex with and let’s not harp on every small victory that we come across.

Vegitarians For Fun

It is just a matter of time before I run out of things to say. This week is a perfect example of that. A few reasons for this are I am trying to save up money the next two months for my friends wedding, work has been very crazy this past week and finally my Grandma had successful quadruple bypass done on Friday so I was a little stressed over that. I am glad to say that she is doing fine and it would have been great if somebody that was there filled me in on the situation as opposed to me finding out second hand and hours after the fact. Nothing like the feeling of twisting all day long not knowing what is going on. So being that I don’t have a new story to tell this week I will tell an old one, The Carrot Story…

So back in the year 2000 I was a different person, stocked with my JNCO jeans and DJ Tron mix tapes. My glasses had a circumference of 6 inches, bad skin and a cracking voice. I was not the beautiful picture that I am today, I like to say that I was a late bloomer. I was also a bit of a pseudo gangster in the sense that I tried to play hard like I could beat up everyone and I was just the baddest man on the planet. Well with that great package came one thing I could not get and that was laid.

Back then everyone was using AOL as their primary service, chat rooms were blowing up and it was easy to talk to random chicks online which I did a lot. In fact I still do that. Well there was this one chick that I had met, her name was Becky from a little town called Brea. We ended up clicking over the internet and decided to meet up and go out and we ended up clicking in person. For some reason she thought I was very funny and smart, but at that time I hated myself and all compliments rung hollow to me. But she was a lot of firsts for me, the first time I stuck my fingers inside of a chick it was her. I remember looking at the whole thing like a science experiment. I was so excited I even went down on her, which again was the first time I had done that.

I remember it was during the summer I think I had just turned 21 and she was 19 just out of high school getting ready to go to UCLA. To be honest I can’t really remember if I was 20 or 21 which could push the date of this story back to the summer of 1999. But anyways, I am in her room on a warm summer’s day nobody home except us, I pull down those cotton panties with balloon prints on them looking at this unshaved vagina thinking, damn I am going to enjoy this. She was a little bit nervous to have me do anything to her down there. I really wasn’t listening to what she was saying so I went down there anyways, one huge lick and I was thinking man this does not taste anything like I thought it would so I give it another and another. I do remember really it tasting wrong but it was hard for me because it was my first time, it was just flat our gross. I may have been down there for one minute before she grabbed my hair and told me to stop because she had a yeast infection.

I quickly got up ran to the bathroom and started dry heaving. Rinsing my mouth with warm water pulling out public hairs from my mouth was not the utopian vision I had for my first mouth to vag experience. Needless to say I was a little bit pissed, but this was not the end of her pissing me off.

So for about four weeks we are going out to movies and dinners, things like that. In fact not that I really think about it she was the first girl that I really ever went out with when I had a car. But we would always end up at my house or her house at night. It was cool because I could spend the night at her place. Her parents did not care at all, in fact I thought they were pretty cool. So every night was the same, I would get her off by fingering her and I would get nothing in return. Is what she was able to do for me was tell me that she had sex before in fact is experienced anally, which really started to piss me off after a few weeks. Here I am some awkward kid experiencing something that most of my peers had gone through during high school. I mean I was late to the game on all of this shit, so yeah I was beyond anxious to have sex and all the tales she would tell me would just start to drive me crazy. After one night she told me she loved me but still would not let me put it in, I felt that I had to make a decision.

A day or two after she tells me she loves me I meet up with her on my day off during the week. No parents home, they are both at work we have her whole place to ourselves and I walk into there with intentions of finally getting it over with or just dumping her ass. We go get Jack In The Box and bring it back, she did not get any because her and her mom are vegetarians. I eat my food and she starts making out with me the second I am done. I remember being very aggressive this time, taking off her clothes and laying her across the kitchen table. She is totally naked I am going crazy and I whip out my dick and she tells me that this was not the right place. What your kitchen table is not good enough for you? So I was pissed but I keep doing stuff to her and just as I was ready to get bored like a sign from above I saw in her kitchen table bowl carrots.

I have no idea why I did this but I did, upon seeing the carrot I get one and I start talking dirty to her using the carrot as my instrument of pleasure. Saying shit like you want this carrot to fuck you hard don’t you? She was incredibly into it, shaking and quivering as I am doing my thing. I start to eat her out and use the carrot to tickle her asshole, to this day I still don’t think I have been able to turn on a girl like I did there. As I am tickling her ass with this carrot I slowly start to put it in her ass, this is driving her crazy. I am just putting the carrot further and further into her ass until I basically had the whole thing in there. I decided that would be a good time for me to leave.

I still have the carrot in my hand as I am using it on her but I had enough of this and I was ready to be done with the whole thing. So very quickly I break the exposed part of the carrot off leaving about 6 inches of it in her ass. I played it off by being shocked that my pager was going off. Remember pagers, those things that we used before cell phones because you had to spend $500 for a down payment and cell phones were modeled after bricks. I get my page and I start to walk away from her, she stops me and asked me where I was going. I looked her dead in the eye and said this “my mom is paging me 911, I’ve got to go” and took off with no intention of talking to her again. After a month of me not answering my phone she finally got the hint.

The Good Doctor

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Boo Hoo

Well I am late in writing this. Things have gone on over the past week. I would like to say that these things have been a downer but in reality I could give a shit. Last blog I touched on the chick I have been dating in which I referred to her as a ball buster. Well after I wrote that blog I did some thinking and the most prevalent thought in my head was why? Well the reason always comes down to sex and this chick afforded me an opportunity to have regular sex while not really giving a shit.

I go out and I find that chicks are for some reason liking me all of the sudden. I don’t know if it’s because I lie about my age or tell them that I am in the CIA. Whatever I am doing it is working. So when I go out to a bar with a friend and not even mean to meet a girl but I end up talking to one. One was even nice enough to take her top off and show the rest of the patrons. I had a lot of thinking to do after that point. Really what I am in this for?

So I took a little time off, a day or two and I had a date planned with the BB. We talked and I was asked if I was ready for the next day. I simply said this to her “eh.” She was concerned after my response. So I had to break it down for her. Why would I stay with a chick that after only a few weeks starts to get pissed at me for taking a piss after sex or one that wants me to talk to her every day. So I ended it with that, she was a little bit surprised that I was so calloused. Well I am like that I only truly care about myself, which brings me to a different question.

Why do I even want any type of girlfriend? I don’t think I am that type of person, I am way to selfish to give the constant care to another person. I mean the people that I really care about I talk to maybe twice a week and usually only once. Fuck the whole thing. If I am out there and I can get my dick wet, then fine I am good with that for a while.

Also, another problem that I have is I go from not hanging out with anyone and doing my thing and jump right into a chick that wants to occupy 90% of my free time. I do that shit all of the time and for years I always thought something was wrong with me when in truth I am just not that type pf person period. So while I thought that I could never have casual sex and I have been misguided up until this point. Casual sex is all I should be having, and really who gives a shit.

In other news I have been off for the past few weeks. I had lost a little fire and passion. My discipline has gone to shit. No more I am back, you will read many more stories of me fucking people over constantly. Perhaps a few of my random thoughts like this…

Bums, you fucking suck. When I go outside to smoke a cigarette please do not ask me for one, I don’t have one for you. When I am standing outside of work in the morning listening to music on head phones, I can’t hear you. All these fucks do is stand to my side obsessively staring at me like a puppy dog waiting for food. I don’t have any change, cigs, bananas or windows for you to wash so please keep walking. Even better when I tell someone, scratch that a bum that I do not have anything for them but they keep asking me as if annoying me further will change my mind. No it won’t. I had one ass face actually get pissed at me all I could do is look at him and tell him to go fuck himself. Public transportation should also be off limits to you as well. People like me have a job and use it to get to and from work. You beg all fucking day waiting to accumulate enough wealth to buy a buss pass that will last three hours and a coffee. Why do they need to get anywhere you ask? I am not sure but I am not going top rule out meth buys. But here is the real reason you scum ride the bus, to piss everyone else off.

Urine and diarrhea are not colognes, at least not in my part of the world. The world with a roof over my head that does not disintegrate when rain hits it. You breath smells and I do hate when you sit within five feet from me. Is there not some sort of health code that states to keep the rest of the passengers free of pink eye and homicidal tendencies bums should not ride the bus? Please can we get something on a ballot that takes that freedom away. I mean really where do they need to go and if they need to go somewhere do they need to get there at a certain time?