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Pop 2 pills Back from a week of painting. [07 Sep 2003|09:23pm] [ mood | annoyed ] Welp, the house has been torn apart for a week due to our painting project we were workin' on. It's finally finished, except for some paint stains on the carpet that I'll have to get out. Tara hasn't talked to either Jen or myself in almost a week now.. Last weekend (Labor day night) I heard them get in at around 4:00 AM, and I guess they thought Jen and I were sleeping, since we've been going to bed relatively early lately.. And I over heard them talking, I heard Tara say "I could fuck up all their shit right now, but I'm not like that".. And I'm thinking "what the FUCK?". I had NO fucking idea what the hell was going on.. Plus, I was half asleep.. But I knew what I heard, cause I heard her say the exact same thing like 5 minutes after she said it the first time.. "It's 4 in the morning, I could do it right now". So, then Jen and I figured we should stay up, and make sure that our shit would be ok.. Well, as soon as we started walking around, the both shut their bedroom door, which was open, which is right next door to our room, which is how I over heard them talking. Well, come to find out, the reason she was so pissed off, was because I guess we accidently got some paint on her beer holder thing.. Well, Jesus H Christ, the god damn thing was left in the fucking sink, burried under neath dishes and shit, and we had put our paint pans in there after using them, which is how some paint got on it.. Ok, pick up your shit after you use it then, god damn... And you know, Sam got the paint off of it, and only a little ass section of her beer holder was messed up.. I'm talking like a centimeters worth of damage here, people.. Then, on Tuesday, when we were still painting.. We heard her listenning to "Bodyguard" (the new Eminem song), and we were thinking "Oh, great, she's gonna get all riled up and come out here and start a whole bunch of shit with us". We couldn't be further from the truth.. Turns out, she ended up jumping out their bedroom window, and tore their blinds down. Now come the fuck on, ya don't do that kind of shit when you're 23 fucking years old, grow up a tad, ok? We explained to Sam that we must have did it on accident, that the damn thing must have been in the sink, and our paint pans must have leaked on it, and we both know that she told Tara that it was an accident, but I guess she isn't willing to forgive and forget.. I mean how fucked up is it, to invite people into your apartment cause they were going through some problems, and over hear them saying they're gonna fuck up all your shit? Pretty fucked up if you ask me. God damnit. And every time she comes home from work now, she like runs into their bedroom and shuts the door, doesn't say a fucking word to us. It's like, okay, that's great.. We're room mates here, we're supposed to talk, and I don't think Jen and I should have to feel awkward, seeing as this was supposed to be our place. Because they moved in here, we've had to give up the extra bedroom, which means we now have shit packed up everywhere, because we have no fucking room to put anything anywhere, we were using that room to keep our extra shit in.. Now we can't even do that.. We gave up our privacy, our extra bedroom, our alone time, the privledge of being able to use the bathroom whenever we fuckin' wanted, for this? To get treated like shit? Then, to top it all off, they buy all this fucking meat from Piquette Market, and literally stuff our freezer full of all of it.. I mean we had NO fucking room to put anything in there, and when Jen tried openning the damn thing to get some ice, a big block of chicken fell on her foot, BUT THEN THEY WANNA BITCH ABOUT PITCHING IN WITH THE ELECTRIC BILL!! ARGH!! It's driving me CRAZY!! We need to move, we need to get a job and get the hell outta here, before I end up spazzing out on someone.

1 Needed water + Pop 2 pills Tripp has floppy ears. [01 Sep 2003|10:47am] Well, we just got back from Walmart.. Bought the animals some "fancy feast" and "alpo" cause they're all spoiled. We went to Travis this morning, drank some coffee, and made a "things to do" list. Brought Tripp home a cheese burger, he liked it. I gotta scan some pictures of him from when he was a puppy and put 'em up here. I'm glad we're finally on a good sleeping schedule.. We woke up at around 6:30 AM today, I had a massive headache though.. So far, I've taken 2 tylenol's, an Aleve, and 2 Excedrine Migraine pills.. And it's still kinda there. I'm gonna call my Dad today and have him set up a doctors appointment for me. 'Cause I can't do this headahce shit anymore. I think it's cause of my thyroid thing. I haven't gotten that checked out since I was in 8th grade, so I think it's time for a check up, and some new medication, cause I haven't taken anything for it in years, and I'm supposed to. Ok, well this sucks, I just tried calling my Dad to ask him about getting into the doctors, and of course, who answers? THE BITCH. Now I'm stuck going out to dinner with them tonight.. Great. She always has to push shit with me.. God damnit, I'm not going. Fuck that shit. I'm not going, I hate her. Fuck, but I have to go. Why do I always get myself into these types of situations? KILL ME.

1 Needed water + Pop 2 pills Already Saturday... [30 Aug 2003|07:18am] [ mood | listless ] [ music | Eminem - Any man ] Dude, it's already Saturday and shit... The week went by fast as hell.. Probably because I've been on a fucked up sleep schedule ever since I rolled last Saturday.. That shit kept me up for 2 days straight with no sleep.. When I finally fell asleep, it was at about 10:30 Monday morning.. We took the shit at around 8:00 on Saturday, and I woke up at around 2:00 in the afternoon that day.. Ok, right now it's 8:15 in the morning, and I'm watching Family Matters.. I forgot how weird this show really is.. I haven't watched it in a long time. I just got finished cleaning the apartment... Why does it seem like I'm always cleaning? Damn.. Jen and I got in a little "throwing fight".. Well, it wasn't really a fight, we were just messin' around and started throwing shit at eachother, and we really had the place trashed. We're gonna go out to breakfast in a few.. We picked up pictures from Walmart last night.. They were mostly of Tripp when he was just a puppy. He used to be so little.. You don't realize that type of stuff until you see pictures.. Cause I'm always around him, so he always looks the same to me. Ok, screw the TV, I'll listen to my Mp3's instead.. I think I'm gonna occupy my time today by painting. What else.. Hmmm.. I guess my life is pretty boring. I can't think of anything to write.. Eh, I cleaned my car last night, that was pretty fun. Holy shit, I have no life. Ok, time to leave now, I'm starting to sound like an ass.

4 Needed waters + Pop 2 pills 50 cent sucks, and he ain't even worth a nickle. [25 Aug 2003|11:41pm] He's so fucking cocky and I can't stand his stupid ass.. 2 songs now, I've heard him say "I'm on fire, blah blah", dude, shut the fuck up, you suck ass in my eyes... God, anyway.. Jen and I are going to look at Clinton Place apartments tomorrow. I think it'll give us some ambition to want to get the hell out of this shithole.. Hopefully, we'll be out in 2 months or so. I hope to be back in Venture by the end of September.. We just wanna have a place that's nice, and where we won't have to worry about getting in trouble for having Tripp. Gotta get shit goin' again here.. Gotta get a new cell phone, since it's busted and shit.. So, yeah, what else? Pretty much nothin'.. Life has been pretty slow the past few days.. Shit pissed me off today though, but I ain't gonna get into it.. Fuck it. Ok, well, guess it's time to clean up a lil bit.. That's always fun shit, too.

Pop 2 pills 36 hours and no sleep.. [25 Aug 2003|04:31am] [ mood | tired ] [ music | Eminem - Bump heads ] Equals tired. Actually, I'm not even that tired yet.. This is why I like e, but sometimes I don't.. After I do it, I can't drink anything except water, nothing tastes good, my cigarettes even taste like shit, I puke, and I'm up for almost 2 days straight.. Blah.. But, I guess it's fun while it lasts. I'm in a good ass mood, and I'm really talkitive and shit.. But, atleast I finally ate some chicken noodle soup that Jen made, it was really good.. I didn't want anything too heavy, and she always makes chicken noodle soup for me when I'm feeling sick. Earlier yesterday we took Tripp swimming, he's getting so good.. We'll throw the sticks half way out in the pond and he'll belly flop in the water and go all the way out there and get it and bring it back. I'm trying to find new Eminem songs on KaZaA, and it's being a bitch, man.. I can't find anything.. Okay, I'm getting tired, and Jen and I have to look up Clinton Place apartments online, so we don't have to worry about the Harbours telling us we have to get rid of Tripp 'cause he's bigger than what their policy allowes here. Fuckers.

Pop 2 pills Seedless watermelons and honey dews. [22 Aug 2003|11:46pm] About a week and a half left until I need this apartment totally painted.. Got both the bedrooms and most of the hallway done, but have hardly started on the living room and shit yet. The cats are playing on the couch, chasing after one anothers tails. Casper is my little lamb. I love him. I can't believe he's almost 6 years old already.. Seems like yesterday I was holding him in the car with my Aunt when I adopted him from the pound. I knew right when I saw him sitting in his cage that I was going to get him.. My Aunt tried to tell me that males are "bad" and that I should get a female instead.. But, you know, he's the most affectionate animal I've ever owned. He sleeps on top of my head every night, he tries to jump up on me whenever he wants attention, he loves to be held, when ever I put my forehead by him, he rubs his forehead on mine, and he always gives me kisses. Even though his breath smells sometimes, I still let him do it. He's just like a little teddy bear or something. I dunno, he's just really special to me.. I guess it's cause I got him right after my Mom died. He's just like a friend to me though.. He's been with me through all the bullshit with my Brothers, friends, my Dad, everything. And then when I moved to my Aunts house last year, I had to leave him for over a year 'cause my Aunt didn't want him there, she thought he'd "spray on everything". But, whatever, I have him back now, and I wouldn't trade him for anything... Gee, look at this, it's like a whole entry dedicated to my cat, heh. We're watching "To die for" right now.. Well, I'm kind of watching it.. I love it, it's so fucked up. I like movies that have like, a story line that's realistic.. I don't like these action movies where 75% of the movie is special effects. Ya know? Yeah, well anyway, guess I should get goin' cause I'm gettin' bored and don't know what else to say.

Pop 2 pills Return from the blackout... [22 Aug 2003|12:08am] [ mood | discontent ] [ music | Lynard Skynard: Freebird ] Ok, so, because of the big "blackout" last week, I haven't really updated. I got my electricity back Friday afternoon, but our phone line was all fucked up, and didn't get that back until a few days ago, so I've just been chillin', not doin' much of anything.. The blackout was actually kind of cool, a chance to hang out and talk about shit.. Tara and Sam lit off fireworks at around 11:00 PM that night, so that was pretty entertaining, and we all stayed up until around 5:00 AM or so. We started thinking real in-dephth about the whole thing, and my conclusion: Bush is behind it all. Isn't it funny to think, that the blackout happened at about 4:15 PM or so, but yet the IRS got a phone call, from "someone" (a big wig) telling them to switch to their second source of power at around 12:00 PM? I could go on ranting about this crap, but I can't put everything I'm feeling into words right now. So, yeah, Jen and I are going fishing in a few here. We went last night, stayed out from 9:00 PM - 3:00 AM. And she's the only one who caught a fish. I hope to catch atleast one tonight. Man, I feel like such a loser, six hours and I didn't even catch one damn thing, besides a shit load of seaweed. Hopefully tonight will be better. What else? Oh, we bought the Chicago DVD yesterday, it was pretty good. I was afraid I might not like it, cause it was a musical type thing, but it was pretty cool. Anyway, I'm starting to get into old rockish music now, instead of this new "alternative" SHIT. "Alternative" my ass, everything is turning into pop. I'm starting to like Lynard Skynard, The Doors, and Pink Floyd now. Weird. I never really had a desire to listen to any of those kinds of bands before, but I heard alot of shit on Forrest Gump, and liked it. Especially all the guitar solo's. That's what I like the most. Sam and Tara are tryin' to get us some pills for Labor Day weekend, so I can live up to my blurty name, haha. Ok, well I'm getting bitched at to get ready, even though I've only been on this piece for like 20 minutes.

Pop 2 pills Who needs weapons when you got words? [10 Aug 2003|04:35pm] [ mood | tired ] [ music | Nirvana - Plateu ] Okay, Sunday.. I hate Sundays, always have, probably always will.. 'Cause you know the day after is the beginning of a whole new week. We're going to Bingo again tonight. Holy hell, I'm like, turning into an old person or something.. I mean there's hardly anyone our age there, it's all people of an older crowd, like 60 - 70 years old and stuff, and man they're friggen PUSHY. Like on Friday when we went there... I was standing in line with Jen to get a coke, and this older lady had a hot dog in her hand, and I guess I was standing infront of the ketchup and relish and stuff, and she was like "UH, excuse me" and got all huffy with me and barged on infront of me and almost damn near knocked me over.. And younger people always get the bad rap? I think that's a bunch of crap. So, yeah, anyway, I have a bunch of other b.s. I have to do tonight... I have to paint, I have to go grocery shopping, and yeah, that's about it. Painting is such a pain in the ass, I can't wait til it's over with. Oh, and yesterday, I picked out a sweet ass bed for the bedroom. It's a bedwall thing, and it has all these cool compartments in it. And I'm gettin' a new mattress too. Pillow top kinda one. All in all it's gonna cost about $1,800.00. But I'm glad I'll be able to actually sleep on a bed. Well, I guess it's time to go. Time to mingle with the old folk.

Pop 2 pills Do it on your own time, bitch. [09 Aug 2003|09:01pm] [ mood | optimistic ] I don't give a fuck. Tripp is being an ass, he shit all over the carpet, I got this bitch naggin' in my ear about stupid shit, and this apartment is a fuckin' mess. But hey, atleast I won at bingo tonight. $25.00. And $25.00 might not seem like alot, but I won it god damnit, and it's mine... ALL MINE!!

Pop 2 pills Summer tracks; strictly head bumpin'... [06 Aug 2003|01:40pm] [ mood | stressed ] Ok, so I know my summer has officially sucked so far.. But, that doesn't mean it can't go out with a bang, right? Eh, while I'm talking about my summer sucking, I might as well bitch about it, right? 1: I haven't had a job this whole summer, which means no money. The first job I got (rubber enterprises) fired me, because I was gay. Ooh, watch out, I'm contageous people. The second job I got (libralter plastics) was way too fucking far away, and I was spending $60.00 in gas atleast per week to get there, and racking up a whopping 500 miles a week to get there, also. I'm very particular about my truck, and fuck putting 500 miles on it every god damned week. 2: Since we haven't had any luck finding a "suitable" job for ourselves, this has left us with a limited amount of shit to do. The only shit we've done this summer is look for jobs, go to the Eminem concert, and that's about it. We haven't had any fun, we haven't done anything fun, it's just sucked, period. Ok, enough with that though.. Atleast tonight, we're going to the drive in.. So I think I'm going to have to go to my bank and take out some more money. 'Cause I want to clean out my car and shit before we go there. Atleast we'll be getting out of this fucking apartment. I'm also trying to find some cool "summer songs" to download. You know what I mean, the songs that just feel "summerish", the kind you can jam to while having all your windows down and shit. Yeah, those one's. Here's what I'm downloading so far: [x] Eight Ball - "Buck Bounce" [x] Wu Tang Clan - "C.R.E.A.M." [x] Notorious BIG - "Hypnotize" [x] Method Man feat. Mary J Blige - "You're all I need" [x] Missy Elliot - "Get your freak on" [x] JayZ - "Hey Papi" And uh, some other shit that I'll think of.. Oh, and by the way, did you know that I act like a "completely different person" on my journal?!?! I had NO idea! Although I find it pretty interesting..

Pop 2 pills Two pills I pop 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies... [05 Aug 2003|12:46pm] [ mood | relaxed ] So, it's 1:30 in the afternoon and I'm waiting on maintenance to come to our apartment to fix shit in the bathroom... Where the fuck are they? I'm also going to go to the office and pick up some touch up paint so I can repaint Jen and I's bedroom. This weekend will be cool, I'm going to get a bed and a new matress.. Sweet. I've been sleeping on a box spring and a matress for about 9 months now, and it sucks. So, needless to say, I'm pretty excited. I think I'll be calling Barb by thursday to see what the hell is going to happen with getting back into Venture again.. Until then, I wait.. And soak up the time off we have.

Pop 2 pills Jobs just increased in the U.S. [04 Aug 2003|05:37pm] [ mood | anxious ] Jen and I quit Libralter last night... We arrived at work at 5 minutes after 10 o'clock... And contemplated going in... I started thinking about shit.. How much in gas I spend every week getting there, how many miles the drive puts on my car, how I'm on the same fucking job every day.. and got pissed off. So, today we called Onsite (a temp agency) and went there for an interview... They brought up Venture, and I had told them on the phone that Jen and I were both ex-employees of that company.. So when we went to the interview, he apologized for "wasting our time".. Nice. And because it's Venture's "company policy" not to let people back into the company through a temp service, the odds of us getting back in there were slim to none.. So, we said fuck it, and went to talk to Barb (the woman who hired me in a year ago) and asked her if she could make it "possible" to get us back in there.. She said she'd "see what she could do" with this big 'ole grin on her face and shit, so I have a feeling we'll be getting back in there within a week.. Which I've wanted to for about a year now. Ever since I quit last September I've been regretting it. So, yeah, cool. I have my job back at Venture again. "livin' a muck, never givin' a fuck, give me the keys i'm drunk, and i've never drivin' a truck, but i smoke weed in a cab, i'll stab you with the sharpest knife i can grab, and come back the next week to re-open the scab..."

Pop 2 pills Back to work tonight... [03 Aug 2003|03:09pm] [ mood | pensive ] Well, it's back to work tonight... Fun shit, I already know what press I'm going to be on.. Why? Because I've been on the same fucking job for 3 g'damn weeks, which doesn't make the night go by fast or anything... But, whatever... Here's something I've been wondering about.. How the hell did Mike Tyson manage to go through 300 million dollars? Heh... I mean, I could live for the rest of my life off of 5 million dollars and be happy as fuck.. 300 million.. I can't fathom the idea of even having that much money.. Ever. Anyway, I repainted Sam and Tara's room today.. The whole thing, and it was a bitch. I got a blister on my hand for cripes sake.. I have paint all over me, too.. I was wondering how I managed to go through 2 gallons of paint so quickly.. Now I know why, I'm probably wearing a can on myself as I'm sitting here. I'm trying to make a background image for my journal on Paint Shop Pro, but I'm not succeeding.. Damnit.. Just fucked it up again. Well, back to the drawing board. And when the fuck is the chinese delivery dude gonna be here?

Pop 2 pills Establishing credit... [02 Aug 2003|01:51pm] [ mood | accomplished ] Ok, so I applied for an Exxon Mobil card, because Sam said it was a good "first time credit card holders type of card", and I got approved.. So, now I have to wait for it to come in the mail, I'm pretty excited about that.. Pretty weird, I'm 19 and have never had a credit card, and now I'm getting one, just like that.. I also applied for a Master Card classic card, so I can start establishing even more credit from that... But, it has a pretty high APR (13.9%), so I won't be buying alot of stuff on that... It's about time I start getting my shit together, and quit listenning to my asshole Father about not doing this, and not doing that. Fuck off, you just don't want me to amount to anything, and could give a shit less if I do, 'cause you just think I'm a loser who's never going to go anywhere in life. Well fuck you on that one, bud. 'Cause I'm sick of relying on you for everything.. I think he likes the fact that I've always had to fall back on him for shit.. Even though he claims to get pissed off about it.. Probably makes him feel like a real bad ass or something.. Like "oh yeah, I pay for all my kids shit, 'cause I can! I've had everything handed to me on a silver platter, but hell, I'm just gonna tell 'em all I worked my ass off for the shit I got, that way, they'll think I'm this big success type of guy who's done nothing but bend over backwards for his who life!" I mean seriously, I've had to rely on him for everything.. For money, for a place to live, cause he didn't have enough balls to tell me brothers to shut the fuck up and leave me alone when I left my old house, to buy my clothes, pay for my car, and a whole bunch of other shit.. Well, ya know what? You'll see, when I get my life together, and when I figure out my shit, I'll be the one who laughs last.. But, until then.. Until that day comes, kiss my ass and give me $100.00, ok?

Pop 2 pills And the desparate one speaks again.. [02 Aug 2003|07:13am] [ mood | cranky ] You know what I really need right now? A big fat doobie.. aka weed, chronic, bud, smoke, greens, grass, and whatever other terms there are for it. No, I'm not a junkie, I don't do heroin, or coke, acid, or any other type of heavy drugs.. No, I'm not an alcoholic. Some people tell me "why don't you just drink? get drunk!", well, because I choose not to drink, and every time I try to get a buzz from alcohol, I get an upset stomach. Yes, my stomach is a big pussy, it doesn't handle alcohol well, I end up getting sick almost every time I consume alcohol.. And no, I'm not a "pot head" who needs weed 24 hours a day.. The truth is, I haven't even had any in about 3 months. I haven't had the resources to get it.. Why do I like it so god damn much? Weed seems to be the only thing that calms me down, and gets me in a good mood when I'm pissed. Why? Because I get hysterical every time I smoke it. The stupidest shit seems to be the funniest shit when I'm high.. I can laugh at things, I can smile without worrying about things, I feel more confident. I can talk about shit that I normally wouldn't with people. Plus, it's a great sleeping AID. Fuck a Tylenol PM, weed makes me sleep like a baby. So, if you live in Michigan, and you want to be nice to a asshole like myself, feel free to donate.

1 Needed water + Pop 2 pills Change of pace... [02 Aug 2003|06:30am] [ mood | bored ] [ music | The Mexicans blaring their carnival music. ] This is my new journal.. Fuck livejournal.. Too many coughassholescough on there.. Too much drama, too much bullshit, etc. Anyway, I found this to be much better, plus it's not overwhelmed with as many users, so getting to the site is much easier. Anyway, in this journal, I'm changing some shit around, I'm not going to write about dumb shit, or fights between me and my girlfriend.. Instead, I'm just going to write about life, shit that happens, and whatever else I think is important. Fuck all the rest of the bullshit. Oh, yeah.. Fee free to add my to your friends list, and I'll be glad to do the same.. But, assholes beware, if I find you rude or offensive in any way, shape, or form, you'll be banned from my god damn journal, and givin a big "fuck you, and have a nice day!" reply to whatever ignorant comment you decide to post. Ok? Thanks a bunch. Note: This is the kind of shit I decide to do when I'm bored at 8:00 in the mother-fucking morning.

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