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"...life's too short to be sad. Whenever a problem comes around,
just sling poop at it and walk the other way...
and if you don't have any poop, throw your shoe."
-Jeff Colburn
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[visual] Wednesday, May 30, 2007 6:24pm pst
Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco taken 3 days ago. It was a bitch trying to find this fuckin' place.
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[text] Saturday, August 25, 2007 4:29pm pst
Still alive. Still working 10 hours a day. Still playing softball and still black and blue from those
runaway balls. Still kickin' it with the Girl who has managed to take over my PC, which explains the
lack in posts, updates, blog, whatever you want to call it, and her cat. Still waiting for the perfect
moment to take a vacation. Still.
I'm halfway through my first 10 weeks of online schooling. It's going by faster than I thought, but
besides that, it'll still be another 4.5 years before I graduate. But anyways, Woo hoo for picking
a career that takes the longest and has the most schooling hours needed for a degree, YAY!
Anyways, gotta go get ready so the Girl can go spend my money.
Monday, July 9, 2007 9:58pm pst
I'm still alive. Well, just barely. With being the only one answering calls for technical support it is
starting to wear me down. Hopefully it was just today that made me feel like I wanted to poke my
eyes out with an ice pick and drill my temples with a dull knife. Is it necessary to call for help even
if it looks like your computer won't turn on? Seriously, have you tried turning on your computer
first, just to see what it would do? I mean, for shits and giggles and a bone up my ass, I would so
try, just to try, to see what would happen if I troubleshooted my own computer first by turning it
on before I called for help. And not to mention! I would try experimenting with the whole "search"
tooly thingy. I mean you'd think by now people would know how to search for a file on their own
computer. "How did you find it?" I "searched" for it, genius. And somehow, these people make
more than me.
If I become an alcoholic...
Saturday, June 16, 2007 11:04am pst
The Girl makes killer deviled eggs, whereas I can burn a hot dog.
friday, June 15, 2007 8:34pm pst
I'm in pain...
You'd think, after playing 25-26 games and losing every single one of them, we'd give up, but no,
we're back. We're back with fresh new faces on the team, against some new teams, and of course,
a goal to win a game. Yeah, we're not asking for much, just one game will be fine. Or maybe
another because you know, we finally won a fucking game! This feels weird, the whole "winning"
concept. Oh well.
As far as this pain goes, I got beaned right in my lower back by the ball as I was headed towards
3rd. Apparently the throw was coming from center field and instead of the 3rd baseman chasing
the ball, he just let it hit right on my back. It hurts to sit, you know, it really fucking hurts.
Monday, June 11, 2007 5:57pm pst
I don't know what's worse, an unexplainable, unrecognizable bug fucking bite on my ankle or
filling out another application for another student fucking loan. I swear, I can't be happy with one
profession, nor can I stay at one job for more than 2 years. But one thing that will never change,
is my name is A Pimp Named Slickback.
Friday, June 8, 2007 9:39pm pst
-When being at work for 10 hours a day, the week is very long. Very. Long. I'm going to start taking
advice, and start drinking a beer every night. I already started.
-"No, it's 'A Pimp Named Slickback.' Like A Tribe Called Quest; you say the whole thing: 'A Pimp
Named Slickback'!" -It's the new quote I can't stop saying. So the next time you see me, please
address me as "A pimp name Slickback". And don't forget to say the whole thing. Or see the back
of my hand. Aight?!
-Why use commas? Just use periods.
-I didn't get a chance to eat some of The Girl's muffins. No, you fucking shitheads, muffins, as in the
kind you eat for breakfast, or a snack. Wait...the kind you bake in the oven.
-Listen to Pearl Jam's Crazy Mary.
-There is a baby in the living room The Girl is babysitting. I'm afraid that if I go out there, the baby
will start crying. I have that affect on babies, though I try to not let that happen. It's late anyways,
maybe she (the baby) will just sleep. Sleep...oh how I miss you...
Monday, May 14, 2007 8:39pm pst
I seem to be coming into contact with some old friends. I can't blame 'em, it's hard to resist me. It's
okay, though some I don't understand why we lost contact in the first place.
I now understand why I don't ask for my pennies back when there's change, because somehow I
always seem to find a nickel, a dime, or if I'm really lucky, a quarter.
I auditioned for a band last Monday. Since it's been a week and no word, I think it's safe to assume
I am not the drummer they're looking for. That's okay, because now I feel the need to start up a
Pearl Jam tribute band, or yet, an Alice In Chains tribute band. Anybody wanna be in my band?
It's time for a career change and I'm already starting the change. Once I settle into that, I'm sure
I'll want another change. I don't think I'll ever be happy in the jobby job department, but as long
as I come home to my Girl, half naked or naked, however she feels like doing it, I'm okay. See, it's
the prize at the end of the day that gets me going. Speaking of...
Christina Aguilera and her man aren't the only ones doing "naked Sundays", hehehe. Fuckers.
Like a show on it's season finale, or a band giving hints as to when the next album is coming out,
just when you think you've figured it out, in a time not too far from now, I will have put in my
two weeks notice. And finally, speaking of Alice In Chains...
Jar Of Flies can never grow old
Tuesday, May 1, 2007 10:21pm pst
I wonder, for everytime I say, and keep in mind this is almost on a daily basis, "I don't want the
pennies" or "Keep the change" how much money I'm actually throwing away. Honestly, should I really
be asking for my pennies back?
Sunday, April 29, 2007 10:01pm pst
This coming Tuesday will be two weeks since we been in our new place. So far, not bad. Quiet,
parking, quiet, and always a parking spot. We're about 90% done with the unpacking and/or storing
shit we don't need away in storage cabinets I had to put together. Seriously, I think I'm done with
putting furniture, cabinets, desks, whatever together, but more importantly, I'm done spending
money on this move. I. Am. Done.
Looks like I'll be taking that much needed vacation this weekend. This time, I will actually see what
San Francisco has, aside from Pier 39, Market street, Height/Ashbury, and Castro street, I think
there's more. From what I've heard.
Thursday, April 12, 2007 6:53pm pst
I hate packing, instead, I'm typing this useless piece of information just to not pack. 5 days til we
move. I'm excited.
We're having fun with the softball thing, and that's all that matters. Winning is for losers anyways.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007 5:58pm pst
Last week's softball game was cancelled due to weather, but it looks as though it's going to rain
today, which I highly doubt. Have we practiced yet? No, so yes, we are going to lose like losers do,
which is pretty badly.
I have too many vacation hours. I'm thinking in the next month it's going to happen; a fucking
vacation.
The Girl got hit lastweek. Apparently, whilst in a one-way street, the mofucker of the week thought
it was "ok" to turn into a store that's on the left from the right-hand lane, therefore, not only cutting
the Girl off, but damaging the right front fender of the car.
"I thought there was only one lane!", exclaimed the dense driver
DO you NOT see the mother fuckin' line that cuts right into the two lanes, mother fucker?! That's
what it's there for! To establish that fact, that there's a left lane, and a right lane!
Other than that, it is possible to buy a new couch for under $200. That, I'm happy about.
Monday, March 26, 2007 6:55pm pst
So it rains now, after a nice, sunny day. As the thunder...*trying not to quote a certain country song*
...comes rolling on in, I'm thinking I may not have to wait til next winter to use those
candles
Monday, March 26, 2007 6:43pm pst
So today I found out when we start the softball season. Our first game is Wednesday. Yeah, Wednesday,
as in two days from now. Our last practice was some time last year. We are so ready for this!
And yet again, it looks like it's gonna rain tomorrow. Fucking aye...
Wednesday, March 21, 2007 6:21pm pst
Instead of reporting big news, as it happens, which rarely...no wait, which happen, I just don't
update my site to tell about it, I would like to report that nothing has happened since last week.
Okay, so maybe I spent 8 hours for my truck's annual wash, wax, and detail only to learn the next
day that it would rain within the week. I washed the truck Saturday. The rain came yesterday. I.
Am not. Mad.
In other news, I learned this neato trick my digital camera can do. Apparently it can take up to 16
consecutive pics from the push of the button. Now, only to remember to bring it with me where
ever I go so I can update the visual side of this site. Wednesday, March 14, 2007 6:11pm pst
We got approved. The Girl and I will be moving in to our new place on April 17th. Just another
month of our upstairs neighbors and whatever fucking circus shows they keep performing every
fucking night. White trash fucks, I tell you.
Monday, March 12, 2007 6:40pm pst
I did something lastnight that I should've done a long time ago, something that does not make sense
as to why I'm only just getting to this now, nearly 4 years later. But, I just had to do it. I just... I
just had to bust out with the manual to my digital camera that I really don't know how to use. That
is, to it's full potential. Exactly how lame am I? I've never denied that I'm always last minute, but
hey, at least I get there.
In other news, just a few minutes ago, I was logged on to one of my many gmail accounts, actually,
to the account I have set up for this site, heh (emailing me is obviously not a way to get a hold of me),
... and for the hell of it, skimmed through the 300+ spam in the spam folder, you know, just to see
if someone did email me from this site. Anyhooters, one of the subject headings caught my eye,
and I'm glad it did because it was pretty fuckin' funny. It just simply read: For Halfasperm. Yeah,
just a very funny variation of my site's title. Halfasperm... chuckle chuckle chuckle!
Wednesday, February 28, 2007 6:53pm pst
I am not sure if I'm liking the idea of seeing this:
Age: 29
Nor am I not sure of saying:
"Yeah, I'm twenty-nuhhhh. Twenty-nuhhh."
Fuck it, I'm twenty. I'm sure as hell I can pass for it.
Sunday, February 25, 2007 11:17am pst
When the power goes out, it tests to see if you're prepared for it. We were not prepared for it. We
realized we only had one candle and one working flashlight. Now that we bought candles, the power
won't go out again until the next storm, which will probably be next year. Next time, remind me to
keep a deck of playing cards next to the big ass stash of candles too, because yeah, only thing we
did was chill on the couch, aside from entertaining the cat, but even the cat got bored of that as well.
Freakin' cat.
I'm hungry
Monday, February 19, 2007 2:55pm pst
As the Girl and I are out to dinner with the Parental Unit Saturday night...
P-Unit: "Did you get new [perscription] glasses?"
ME: "Yeah, January of last year"
I have no clue what prompted the P-Unit to ask that, since I know we've discussed my glasses
before. But now that just poses a thought: How long can I go when someone notices I just lost a
limb? I mean I know my big pee-pee gets in the way, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna trim it down...
Saturday, February 17, 2007 11:31am pst
Yes, I know it's early, and yes, I do know that I've been "updating" this thing more often than normal.
I'd like to blame the drugs, that is, if I were taking drugs, but I have no fucking clue why I'm updating
like a 13-year-old girl on MySpace. Perhaps I'm, too, waiting for some sick, fat fuck to seduce me
and to tell me I'm the only thing that matters in his, or her sad little world.
By the way, I hate our upstairs neighbor. Is it necessary to leave a dirty fucking diaper outside my
doorstep? In the words of Stephanie Tanner, "How rude!". Dipshits.
Today is day 1 of a 3-day weekend. I have no plans other than to chill like a mofo cause I'm long
overdue of a vacation, and trust me, I need a fuckin' vacation. A fucking vacation.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007 9:29pm pst
As the Girl walks in through the door from class:
Girl: *looking carefully at my hair*
"Did you get a haircut?"
ME: "Yeah, like Saturday"
Tuesday, February 13, 2007 6:43pm pst
I am extremely lucky I am with someone who is as much anti-Valentine's Day as I am. So fuck you
Hallmark. I hope you die.
Monday, February 12, 2007 8:02pm pst
Red Bull. In all its evilness. The very juice that makes me utter such shit like, "I can't, I'm on detox"
and, "I have to ask the Girl first". Psh, "ask the Girl first", I don't need her permission for anything!
You once had me by the nuts, controlling me with headaches by 10am if I didn't suck on that thin,
cold can of yours, downing every tarty carbonation. I have no clue what the fuck I'm saying but *I*
control you now! I can have you whenever I want, well, need, but only when I say. Of all the things
I have to detoxify from, you were my first and, hopefully, the last. But man, do I miss you. Whore.
Friday, February 9, 2007 6:59pm pst
Something random...
-When I look at my site, I get lazy. I'd like to keep it updated, but my mind goes blank, therefore
my mind has been blank since November 25th, 2006.
-The Girl's black kitty is on my lap. My shirt was white.
-Yes, I said "kitty". It's old enough that its no longer a kitten, however, too small to be a full grown
cat.
-I didn't think my raise would make a difference, but I was wrong. Probably the one time I'm glad I
am.
-Did anyone see last week's Super Bowl game? It's about time Manning got a ring. The Halftime
show wasn't bad either. Had it been another Paul McCartney/Rolling Stones show, I would've used
that time to take a shit.
-What the fuck is Head On all about it?! Wikipedia says is mostly wax. Why would someone want
to put wax on their head? I don't get it...
-I forgot how to use my digital camera.
-No, I seriously did.
-I urge people to keep checking their credit report. The Girl was a victim of identity fraud. For me,
one place just didn't mark it in their little computer system that I paid for something, so off to the
credit bureau that piece of information it goes. I paid for it and I have proof! Fuckers, thanks for
making me look bad.
-With that, trust no one.
-Seriously.
-It's time for Jeopardy.
Saturday, November 25, 2006 2:18pm pst
A 4-day weekend can be rather boring, especially when you looked forward to it to do absolutely
nothing. Perhaps now would be a good time to start that book I've had for about 11 months .. LMFAO!
Tuesday, November 21, 2006 6:42pm pst
Looks like it's about that time where I just grab shit out of my ass and turn it into some kind of
update, an update about ... me. I bet you are all excited. I'm not.
-My body can now relax and start healing from being beaten. I know softball is a non-contact sport,
but when you have a fuckin' softball flying towards your face, literally, flying to your face and/or
towards any other body part, it fucking hurts. No, I didn't take one to the face, though there have
been many close calls, but yeah, bruises that's been hanging around since summer is not cool
anymore. Sprained wrists from a soccer game over two months ago isn't cool anymore either. But
yes, 20 games of softball gone into the records books for now. Definitely looking forward to next
season's of getting our asses handed to us because well, we just suck at the game, but have fun
doing it.
-On a more recent note, 8 movies in 3 days is a lot, but The Girl and I enjoyed the idea of After Dark
Films putting up a Horrorfest weekend. I suggest Googling it because I'm just too lazy to put more
code to add a link here. I suck, I know.
-I don't know what else to update and I want to save all my thinking for Jeopardy.
