All Dressed Up On Wedding Day, Keep On Trippin' Anyway

Black people shouldn't cross the street at night. It had to be said, and I said it.

The Truth Hurts So Bad, Wouldn't You Say? So Why Tell It...

So my place of employment is exactly like fucking high school. Instead of concentrating on doing your job collecting your check and getting the fuck out of there, people concentrate more or less on who's seeing who, who's fucking who, and who hates who. I thought last June when I graduated from high school that maybe I'd finally be able to leave behind all the fucking bullshit that is incorporated with everybody's business. I wish that I could just show up for my fucking goddamn job one mother fucking day and fucking do my job without somebody that I really could give two fucks about asking me if I'm fucking this person, or if I'm dating that one. No, I'm not fucks, now if you could kindly fuck off and fucking fall off the face of the Earth that would be extremely helpful to me.

Meanwhile, on the home front I think that I've found the best group of friends that I've ever had in my life. People who will accept me for who I am and not who they want me to be. People who seem to genuinly like having me around and you know what, it makes me so much happier to finally find people like that, I've been looking for a while now.

Work over the past few days has fucking sucked asshole. It's been anywhere from 90 to 100 degrees over the last few days and I'm out in the fucking parking lot pulling in carts and loading a/c's for everyone and their mother fucking mother. So, I'm fairly sure that I've lost a few pounds just from sweating my fucking balls off over the past three days of work.

I think that's all I have to say right now.

We Are Letting You Get Away With It

So last Friday was a pretty fucking good day for me after my lunch hour. I had gone to the bank on my lunch hour that day and when I punched back in from my lunch Haley tells me that I allegedly missed Aaron Lewis shopping in our Pittsfield store. I actually thought that she was lying to me. Then after I had clocked out for the day Haley had put some things aside for him and he came back and went to the service desk for his things and asked for Haley. Sharon was up at the desk and ripped into Haley for putting things aside for him which I guess she wasn't supposed to, I guess it was just a huge misunderstanding. Then he gave Sharon an attitude about yelling at Haley and walked away from her after snatching his receipt out of her hands and giving her a dirty look which Haley said was priceless. She called and told me this story while I was on the bus home and it made my day that Aaron Lewis was a dick to my supervisor. Haha, that's greatness right there.

On a side note he was in again yesterday because he obviously has more money than he knows what to do with and I saw him with my own eyes so I now believe that the previous story did actually happen.

So, back to last Friday, I get off the bus after being amped up about the to do at work. They have fucking Main St. in North Adams blocked off. I guess some guy from Schenectady New York tried to rob the North Adams Hoosac Bank. Which was stupid of him seeing as the police station is a hop, skip, and a jump from that bank. When I get into town there are random duffel bags laying all over the street and everyone is just staring at them. I call my uncle and he tells me that these are bombs. I was like, "No Shit! I'm looking at bombs...in North Adams" Nothing this cool ever happens here. So I walk over towards Big Y where there is a single van parked in the parking lot and it's the guys van. Where he was keeping his pit bull because all badass robbers with TNT strapped to their chest and in Duffel bags have Pit Bulls to guard their vans. It's just so much shit happening in North Adams. Nothing ever happens here. Well, now it has. Blew my fucking mind I was calling everyone in my goddamned phone to tell them. Crazy Shit.
So, since yesterday been listening to a new band that is opening for Nine Inch Nails on their upcoming tour. Does It Offend You, Yeah? check them out, very dancey and electronic. It's something different I like it. Also, I have acquired the new Weezer album, "Weezer (Red Album)" I also have been digging that today. That's about it for today. So, whatever. Oh, yeah, Fuck You Mike Jezak for being all like, "write a damn blog" fucking bitch.

I'm Not Giving You An Attitude, I Just WANT Another DRINK

So a couple of days ago whilst at work I got a call to go see the managers in the computer room. So, I was thinking that I was in some trouble possibly fired. I get back there and my manager tells me that somebody took a shit on the floor and that it needs to be cleaned up. I was like fuck that shit, I don't get paid enough. Needless to say I was walking towards the human shit while this conversation was going on because I am a spineless fuck when it comes to telling people off in management positions because I need my weekly paycheck. Well, I ended up not actually picking up the shit itself. The ASM did that with a rag himself. I did follow him around with the mop though. I think it was some kid that shit their pants because it wasn't like a pile of shit, it was like a few little nuggets. Some little girl did step in it though and I thought. That. Was. Hilarious. I'm horrible. I know. I'm going to hell. Whatever. Fuck it. She was tracking it down a hallway and our manger had to explain to her parents what happened. HAHA. Well, it was an humourous and disgusting experience all at once.

I put in for a vacation for the first week of June, maybe I'll get it, maybe I won't, I hope I do because I need a vacation before I start causing bodily harm to anyone and everyone within the confinment of that shithole. I just need a week of nothingness.

On May 9, 2008 I took my vow to become sober for a while to dry myself out. I have a very addictive personality and I had felt myself on a downward spiral with drinking. It was getting so bad that I was having cravings while at work for a drink. I don't know how long I want to stay sober. I know that it's not for long. I don't even think it's for much longer. I just know that it's been about 11 days now. Which is good since I was intoxicated every night for almost two weeks when I wasn't at work. I figured that I'd give myself two weeks or so, so that I could not have withdrawls and shit anymore.

Lately, I've been giving much love to Clutch. I love their music. Everything from their early nineties punk/metal phase to late nineties classic rock phase which evolved into their now classic rock/bluesy sound that they have on their latest album "From Beale Street to Oblivion". They had awesome songs such as "Careful With That Mic" from the album "Pure Rock Fury", "Power Player" (which this blogs title comes from a line in that song" off of "From Beale Street to Oblivion", "The Mob Goes Wild" (awesome Anti-Bush shit, I'm in love with political music) off of "Blast Tyrant", and "Burning Beard" and "10001110101" off of "Robot Hive/Exodus". Check some of that shit out if you're fucking bored and love muzak. That's enough of my musical boasting.

I really don't have much else to say at the moment but, if I think of something I'm sure it will be said eventually.

I Do It For The Love, That I Get From The Bottom Of A Bottle

So last night I was at Cumberland Farm's with Jess and while we were inside a cop car comes pulling up very fucking fast with the lights a flashing. We were outside and we saw a plain clothes cop go running to the car and yell out "Hey you called the wrong buddy tonight!" It was a fucking drug bust. It was fucking awesome. Cops were pulling up and took them out and cuffed them, read them their rights and then when the cop was questioning one of them he was going through the kids pockets and pulled out the kids cell phone and said, "You told me you had a cool cell phone." It was fucking hilarious. I love real life episodes of cops.

I Need Your Dicsipline, I Need Your Help...You Know Once I Start I Cannot Help Myself

So I am allegedly getting my check from the government quite soon. That's how fucking shitty our government is. They promise us these fucking stimulus checks and then everybody wants to know when we will be getting them so we can do some economy stimulating, but alas they tell us all technically when we are getting them. Something to do with your Social Security Number. Whether you got direct deposit and all kinds of shit. What time of the day you were born and whether or not you smoke and if you like to wad your toilet paper or fold it are all very very important government stipulations to find out when you should get your stimulus check. Why not just fucking send them out alphabetically by last name. Do something easy to understand so you don't have to do fucking math and shit to figure out when you are getting it you can look at a chart and go, "Oh, my last name ends with a "B" therefore I should get my check between this date and this date. I fucking hate our government, if it wasn't such a hassle I would go to school in Canada and just fucking live there for the rest of my life. Our government has become so fucked up and corrupt that we can't do anything or say anything at all without the fear of having broken our laws. This country is nothing like it used to be or originally stood for. This country fucking stood for freedom and being able to do what you like. That's what it was founded for way back when we were being dictated by a king in mother Britain. We have reverted back to that day in age when we have a huge talking head dictating what's wrong, what's right, what to say, and when to fucking piss. I think that's it for the politics for the moment.

So, I'm probably about to break the rules right now but, I don't give a shit. On Wednesday I was sat down in the principal's office and got slapped on the wrist at work. I was sat down by mom and dad and told that I've been a bad boy. I know that mom will most likely eventually read this but it's nothing personal but every child that gets yelled at is a bit bitter afterwards. So apparently I talk too much. I talk to this person and that person and yada yada yada. Alright, I do do this and everyone else does in the corporation, yet, I was the one who was caught this time so ok I'll take that one. My bad. So another thing that I've been doing is shirking my responsibilities as a lot attendant. Ok, so I don't push carts 100% of the time. I go and help in other departments. Sometimes they are short handed and have an influx of customers so I go help expedite a bit. Sometimes they grab me to help out because they just need that extra set of hands. So, I can't do any of that anymore unless the parking lot is spotless. Alright, so the company, when you are first hired, indoctrinates you to "bleed orange" by showing you videos for 10 hours on how we "help in all departments" and how we are all a "family" at work and when I try to live out these values day to day on the sales floor I get reamed out because there are carts out in the lot. Whatever, man I'm just so fucking sick of this shit in this fucking place, really all I have to do is make it until September 6 and then I'll be gone. I need out. Bad.

All Alone I Fall to Pieces

So today I am composing this blog after drinking about 17 White Russians and I am currently cranking some Saul Williams...check his shit out maybe you'll like and maybe you won't see if I give a fuck man.

I fucking love the word fuck. It's just so fucking great man it just rolls off the tongue man. Say that shit....fuck fuck fuckity fuck...

So I went to a funeral for my cousin Kathleen today. We weren't close at all but it still sucks to have your family dying out. Well, while we were at the funeral home today, man, I figured out what I would like in place of the prayer section of the send off. Since, I am not one to believe in celebrating the cult life style (i.e. Catholism, Christianity, Judiasm) I am actually agnostic. I believe that there could be something but am not commiting to one true God. So in place of reading from the Bible I would like there to be a little passage said about how I have been riding this bus called life for so long and it has now come to the end of the line for the time being and then I would like everyone to sing "The Wheels on the Bus". I would then like another analogy comparing life to riding a boat down a river. followed by a rousing round of "Row, Row, Row, Your Boat". I think that this includes everyone because everyone should know the words to that shit. I thought of this because I didn't know any of the stupid prayers that we were supposed to be doing along in church or any of that shit. Fuck that cultism shit. Also when I die, put me in a fucking coffee can man. I don't want an expensive urn or any of that shit. Put me in a coffee can and have a fire the night of my funeral and throw my ashes in my fire. Thanks a lot everyone, I think that I would like to make this blog my actual Last Will and Testament. I am now listening to "Fall to Pieces" by Velvet Revolver....I fucking love that song man. I was fucking cocked last night and woke up and started fucking drinking again today it's been a long few fucking hours. Fuck All Y'all man...