christ! it's sunday

this is a bitchy post, so be fore-warned.

it seems that my bloggers are slacking...i have to keep up to date with the peeps. some of the lj people are slacking too...but it appears that one of the ljs that i read is on overdriven lately. it's good to see. and actually having the balls to post heavy shit is always good.

today is all about slacking in shorts and birkenstocks and making wretched noises. i did what i wanted to do today. my sunday is interpolating housework and the midi rig.

i talked to iann via im today. i do not think that she reads this. and, if she does, it's not a big deal, because i'd say the same shit to her. this is the girl that i love, even though i don't think that she thinks i'm serious. when she has issues, i really want to help. she's got a thick wall, though, which is understandable. i don't think that i've ever met anyone that things never go right for. until her. i'm all about the luck. like my mother sez...i'm the luckiest person ever. my secret is to just hang out and wait for shit to happen. it seems that most people have to put forth effort to succeed. i've never been happier, and i'm not doing jack shit. no real pressure to do anything, except at work, and that's pretty manageable. my boss did sit me down and talk with me about my busy. he seems concerned that i'm going to burn out. ha. i scoff at him. i explained that i really just want to keep myself occupied, so that i won't get depressed. i'm way too open with my boss, about those emotional problems, but i'd rather keep them out in the open. naked is way better than hiding.

i have 3 SPCC plans to write this week, and two that i'm waiting for minor details on. my goal is to be plan-less when i go to utah for two weeks.

since we actually stay in a casino in nevada, i'm still trying to figure out if i can justify whores on my expense report. if i pull this off, it will be huge.

i've decided that i require another autopistol. hopefully, mr. bill hasn't sold it already. unless there's something totally wrong with it, i'm totally down. i've always wanted a .45, and they're basically the shit for fucking people up. (one shot stop stats go here) it's a military weapon, and probably not pretty, like my .357, but that's okay. 1911s are basically THE auto. since most gunfights are like 3 shots long, the lame-ass capacity isn't an issue.

i wish that i hadn't sold the handguns. seriously, the glock was crazy--18 rounds? that meant that i had the power (which is what my handgun obsession is all about) to fuck up 18 people. or one rabbi. i totally had to sell them for rent, though. and, my usually excessive drinking and gas.

i still have the shotguns and the carbines, which would mangle someone way worse. pistols have more sex appeal, though.

kerry d. is seriously cool--i still can't believe that he dealt so well with the "stabbing lesbian" incident. if i ever get back to your neck of the woods, i'll totally go out for the beers, and maybe we can gang-rape that fecalphile coffee girl.

she was super-cute, though.

i'd shit on her.

i did some updates to the box of dirt site. just preparing for the gallery onslaught. i have lots of photos to share.

i'm still totally irritated to be the owner of redcloudrock.com. oh well, i suppose that i could re-direct it to the tubgirl if i really wanted to be an asshole. i'll give those people a little while to contact me, and apologize (because i think that i'm owed that, at least), then i'll wreck their site. it's a lot like a pistol--i dig the power. i really just want them to be done with me. i realize that i'm not dealing with the most internet savvy folks, so i must be reasonable.

it's been more than a month since i "left the band," though. one would think that those people would try to get me out of their shit.

andrew warner hasn't called me, and that totally is bumming me out.

i'd better cease and desist on the bitch-o-rama. i have things to do, bitches.