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Good Times  Ahhh.... what a nice weekend As of right now, I am sipping on JUMBA juice, petting my baby Chuwawa, and listening to Frank Sinatra. Its kinda relaxing really, this long weekend was much needed. just finished watching "IGBY goes down", "Insominac", and the forth season of "sex in the city"..... I drove though European town this afternoon, went into this comic shop called "Quack".... dear god, they have everything, every random shit you can think of it, they got it. I really wanted this 3 feet tall Bart Simpsion figure. It is nice, its like $40 thou..grrrr Current mood:  cheerful.Current music: (none). Okay, it's been awhile since I wrote anything here. Just an update. Well, I'm looking for a much nicer better apt. after a morning fight with my roommate yesterday. She is the biggest cunt ever, fucking selfcentered bitch that is all I can say. And she feels like she has the right to educate on others morals for some reason, even-though she is the most uncompromisable person I know. Her name is Lauren by the way. She has never kept a job more than 2 weeks, living off her daddy's child support money, spoiled, self-absorbed, and 100% vain. Stupid bitch. I didn't feel good that morning, but still had to go to work at 9am, so I was grumpy. I just didn't want to be in the stupid car pool conversation. So she calls me ungrateful asshole. WHAT DA FUCK! I'm ungrateful? I clean after her stupid cats vomit on the floor, picking up everyone in the apt, had to work 9 hrs a day, have no close friend in chicago, i'm ungrateful? FUCk HER! I decided this childish bull shit got to stop right now, I don't have any time on my hand to be waste on this type of bull. so far the apt pricings sounds good, my goal is to move out in a few weeks, get myself a nice studio or loft with a view of the lake, and everything nice :) ------------------------------------- Easy Ride I want the good life But I don't want an easy ride What I want is to work for it Feel the blood and sweat on my fingertips That's what I want for me I want to know everything Maybe someday I will What I want is to find my place Breathe the air and feel the sun on my children's face That's what I want I go round and round just like a circle I can see a clearer picture When I touch the ground I come full circle To my place and I am home I am home I want to let go of all disappointment That's waiting for me What I want is to live forever Not defined by time and space It's a lonely place That's what I want I go round and round just like a circle I can see a clearer picture When I touch the ground I come full circle To my place and I am home I am home I go round and round just like a circle I can see a clearer picture When I touch the ground I come full circle To my place and I am home I am home I go round and round just Round and round just So, a slow day at work. I was going to go deposit my check down the street on the MILE, I walked about a block, then decided I'd never make it in this snowy rain. What is it with mondays here in Chicago? Everyone looks like fucking zombies! Why when people walk on streets, they always stare at the back of someone's head, looking forward, with a vacant look, or looking down on the ground? My question is, has anyone ever EVER walk around and try to look into others' face, and made eye contact with out blinking and look away immediately, as if you saw nothing?? ANYONE? An other thing, a small website is in construction by me, if anyone has any suggestions as what needs to be on it, let me know. Also, I'm creating a few desktop images for people to download, if anyone thinks anything interesting they would like to see, post/mail me. Hello Kids, I'm back. After an exosting weekend of driving and drinking. I have met with BT over da weekend, the plans have been made and no one can change it now. Tough! Working right now, listening to "Thriller" on Itunes, because Zach got to it first this morning. I will do a portrait of him and let everyone put the face on him. :)...hehehehee, he'll never suspect anything :) BRB he is here Current mood: working. Current music: ?data utxt00420061006E0061006E006100720061006D0061?, : , ?data utxt0043007200750065006C002000530075006D006D00650072?,. Wow, okay I have something to bitch about this morning! 7:30 am... Woke up by the loud train passing through. and a screaming mexican woman. 7:33 am... Trying to fall back to sleep, realizing that I didn't wash my face or brush my teeth last night before I passed out. 8:45 am... The cats were fighting. 9:10 am... Pissed off by the cats and can not sleep. 9:15 am... got up, brushed my teeth for 5 mins. Then I walked into the kitchen, find out that the fucking cats has knocked over their literbox full of cat shit. It fucking smells sooooooo bad, like acidic milk with cat freshiner. Sand was all over the floor I screamed to my roomies, no one got up.(I'm not supprised). I decited not to do anything since they are not my cats, so I lefted for them. 9:30 am... turned on my brand new power G4 Mac desktop. Install some program that I have burned. 9:35 am... realized that my G4 has two OS at the same time and one of em is not working. 9:40 am... Called up Apple support asking for help. They tell me that my call in service has expired, when I only had this computer for about 24 days, the covered time is 90 days. So I had to scream to them about their fucking retarted people are messing up my account. Finally I got them to agree to help me for free, else wise it is $49.00 per call. But I have to go to the apple store to prove my purchase. FUCKING Assholes! Don't get me into the shit I have gone through with them for the past 4 month. 10:15 am... Hooked up my HP Scanjet 3570c to my new apple scaned a picture for Tim, he should recived by now. 10:20 am... my roomies got up and screamed at the cats. 10:50 am... the morning cleaning began. I did not want to help, since I'm the one always picking after everyone's shit. The cat litter was everywhere, shit was in their food & water bowl. it was so fucking nasty, like cat shit cement caked on the floor. I wish you people could smell dis, it was fucking grooooooossssee.... 11:30 am... everyone is screaming at eachother, about no one does anything in the house and how a mess it is. I am pissed off by now, and give my pice of mind. 11:45 am... here angry, hungry, want to cut some one's face off. Current mood:  bitchy.Current music: (none). This is the intro to Big Joe. I currently live in Chicago, the big windy city. Working in advertising making crap into delicious, dull into exciting, and garbage into fantastic. Don't get me wrong, I love my job(when I can get creative). I live with a few very close people, in a tiny apartment full of cat hair. I used to like cats, until I moved here. Cats are lazy, selfish, un-trainable, their shit stinks, and they can't fucking keep their hair on their body. So far I've developed a bad allergy towards them. However, I have discovered a method to keep them away. My favorite Food of All, ORANGES!!!! Cats fucking hates the citrus goodness. So I'd put orange pills around my computer and my space, I'm serious this works!!!!! Any who, today has been slow, downloaded a whole bunch songs so far. Enjoy the peace and quietness without Zach. ZACH, my dull co-worker. 6ft, 226lb(came up during a conversation), 29 yr but act like he was 30ish. Worked here at the same entry level position for 4.5 yrs. Not so cleaver. Hobbies: Sit in his chair and chew his gum, 80's and urly 90's bad radio music, Mariah Carey, 80's Madonna, George Micheal, Boys to Men, Luther Vendrop, Whitney Huston, Old Disney theme songs, elevator music, raps to the radio, sucking up to the higher ends people, Baseball (White Sox), Football (Green Bay), Race car, talk about the time his in high school, and just being very dull person. Zach's story can not be told in one paragraph, because he is so stupid in the most complicated ways. Well, I think I'm gonna stop here today. I don't type or write very often, so I think I'm over my limit. |
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