I hardly ever get a chance to write in the blog anymore... I hardly ever get a chance to do much of anything anymore, actually! Heh heh. But, that's another story for another day... I should be cutting grass for my landlord-monkey-guy right now, but I thought I'd just take a minute to vent out some of the things that have been bugging me lately... So, here goes...
As previously noted, I DON'T HAVE TIME TO DO ANYTHING ANYMORE!!! What's up with that, man?! There are still 24 hours in a day, right? No one didn't steal time, or anything like that, did they? Seems like all I ever get done anymore is sleep, go to work, and cut grass... And, all I really want to do is spend every minute of every day with my beautiful Denise.
Something that's been increasingly annoying to me over the last few years... And, ESPECIALLY these last few months... My uncle... Not going to mention any names, but he knows who he is, and there's a good chance that most of you reading this will know who he is. He's the one uncle who is going through "new money syndrome" at the moment. This uncle was really cool with me all my life. He was funny. He'd come around, and play video games with us, laugh at our crazy WDN tapes, and laugh at our comic books. He was cool, ya know? He was FRIGGIN' cool! Then, one day he got a big promotion at work. He started making tons of money. And, I mean, I was happy for the guy, because he'd been dirt-poor all his life, just like me, and just like everyone else in the family. But, like most people, he let that money go straight to his head. He started acting like he was better than everyone else in the family. He stopped coming around. He stopped being cool, period. And, a few months ago, he made a fatal mistake, in my book. Can't really go into details without giving away his identity, so I guess that kinda takes the fun out of the story, huh? Heh heh. But, if you're reading this, dear old uncle, don't ever ask me for another favor, because I'm not going to lift a finger to help you, unless you change your ways. Money isn't everything, man! Gawd!!! Remind me to never turn into my uncle when I get a better paying job!
Ahhh... A better paying job... Don't get me wrong, I hate money, and greed, and my money-grubbing, greedy-ass uncle, but it would be really really nice to actually be able to afford some things in life! Who made that rule anyway? Why do we have to work? Why do we have to have money? Whoever said that we have to have money in order to live?! I hate society's rules more than ever now. Why is it that I spend 6 days a week at work, and I still end up having to borrow money from my aunt "10" every month, so I can pay the friggin' rent?! I've been looking into getting a better job. It's not a job that's going to turn me into a millionaire over-night, like my uncle, and turn me into a greedy turd like him... But, at least I'll be able to afford to buy our groceries, and even get cable TV. Of course, I don't have time to apply for this new job, but just in case I find some time, keep your fingers crossed for me, mmm k?
Free time could be a reality next week... I'm going on vacation!!! Woo hoo, dig? Sure, I can't afford to actually go anywhere, but, DUDE, it'll feel good good good to get some time off from work, and get to kick back and relax, and spend lots of time with my angel baby!
Back to the monkey... The great house hunt of 2006 is still going on (and still failing miserably, by the way). Why can't there be any decent, affordable, local houses in the world?! We've been trying to get out of here for 3 months now, and we're still trapped! Cross your fingers for that one too, won't you? "Gee, man, I hope Junebug and Denise find a house soon!" Something like that, ya know? We got shot down, yet again, today!
Sleepy... That's another thing! Why do I stay sleepy all the time?! Is that monkey pumping some kind of toxic gases in this trailer to make us stay tired all the time?!
And, what about my sideburns?! They won't grow, man! I've been trying to let them grow back out for about a month, and they're still not filling in right...
Anyone out there know an exorcist, by any chance? Yeah, that's another thing... We're in dire need of an exorcist to come in, and check Ozzy out. He's this sweet, innocent, little kitten when you first wake up in the morning. He's always purring, and rubbing against your leg, and whatnot. But, as the day goes on, he becomes possessed by the devil, and gets really mean. He starts biting you for no reason, and getting into everything... Constantly climbing around in places where he doesn't belong, trying to eat the garbage, playing with toilet paper and/or paper towels, eating your shoes, etc... He's evil, I tell you, EVIL!!!
And, who the crap is "Hugh Lowe?!" We get 20,000 phone calls for "Hugh Lowe," or his wife, Loretta, a day! He's not here already!!! Leave us alone!!!
Why do my bones pop every time I move?! What's that all about?! I'm 30-friggin' years old! Why do I feel like I'm falling apart?! I screwed my right knee up today... By walking down some steps! Yeah, really, I crap you not, friends. I was walking down steps, and all at once, my knee gave out on me. I can't even hardly bend the thing now!
So... I guess I'll eat now, get ready to go to bed, and wait for the whole, lame process to start all over again tomorrow... Peace, my brothers and sisters, ya know what I'm sayin'?
