Dear Mr. Fat, farmer tanned, Redneck Fellow,
I know you're happy summer is finally here in Sodakia, but that is no cause to ride around on your bike with your shirt off, wearing those sexy cut-off shorts. The children are scared, i'm disgusted by seeing your blubb move more than your pedals, and you're slowing up traffic.
amazing. summer finally decided to make it's way here. i broke a sweat sitting still, smoking the smoke on a 15, mingling with the collectors.
These people are strange. Twin Peaks should've been set here.
I hear all about how Tuesday this girl has, HAS to play darts. She's on a league. It's important. The kids go to grammaw's, hubby goes w/out beer.
The only things missing are the log lady and the backwards midget.
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Blogging....
This shit was so much easier when i had either access to a laptop, or 24/7 whenever PC time.
That is not the case now. I managed to live with the lightest sleeper on the planet, and this causes problems as we share an efficiency. That needs to change, and will be shortly, as soon as my paychecks come rolling through/into my hands.
I've managed to perhaps have three other jobs, all pending.
One is painting apartment interiors. I actually have this one, and was supposed have a job this past weekend, but things (my luck) got screwed (with the boss, not me[i was available]). Flat rate is the pay, no matter the amount of bedrooms. So if i get a string of one bedrooms, i bank.
Second is perhaps bartending weekends at the local fine diner around here(equivalent of a Houlihan's).
Third is posing for an artist's gallery in the D.town area. $10 an hour to crack jokes and have ridiculous paintings done of me. cool.
It's still coldish here. long sleeves by dusk, sweater by night.
The collections job may allow me to transfer to either India (yes, the country) or to Las Vegas in the near future.
I await the job postings...
Things are looking up somewhat. I hope this trend continues.
I need the run of luck desperately...
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If you have a credit card with Household,
a Best Buy charge card,
a GM charge card,
or anything affiliated with Orchard Bank,
Chances are i'll be calling you.
If you're late on payment that is...
My job as the devil's aide rocks.
Quote of the Day:
"...I beh you jus' wun of 'dem prosss-titoots who gunna chop da heads offa some 'panish whores an' steal her purdy pearl necklace right offa her neck."
Name of the Day:
Matthew Turbow
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Everyday now i've made a post that upon review i've trashed.
it's not your fault i'm bored.
scurvy | BTB | pacoblue
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chrishassiotis: in this week's issue bunny's also got a review of the Will Oldham show
jailybrokenstein: is she writing alot for you?
chrishassiotis: every now and then
chrishassiotis: mostly reviews
chrishassiotis: she's one of a few people who doesn't feel the need to sugarcoat
jailybrokenstein: how is she doing at it?
chrishassiotis: good, she's a good writer
jailybrokenstein: you like her for the humor or quality?
jailybrokenstein: or both?
chrishassiotis: los dos
chrishassiotis: she is insightful and entertaining
jailybrokenstein: and she's a delight
chrishassiotis: is she?
jailybrokenstein: that's what she says
chrishassiotis: well, okay, now to wings
jailybrokenstein: i think so
chrishassiotis: adios
jailybrokenstein: spic
chrishassiotis: 4 REALZ
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Last week was ATHFEST. I really don't know what to say about it all since i wasn't there/present, aside from the fact that the Greek got to be a PR guy and hosted? the athens music awards. I assume that he later was a PBR guy, but 'no whiskey buddy...'
CIRCU played (the short rob and i finished about two years ago.) at the 40watt, which is fucking awesome to me. In a way i've now been on the same stage as other legendary musical acts.
They didn't give out awards for short films, only the music videos, (which our video, having been completed on the day of the submission deadline, so it wasn't entered.) but from what i hear and understand, the short was well recieved. People laughed in the right places, etc.
It would've been cool to have seen it. I also would've liked to have seen the Greek in action. Instead i have these nice photos which i caption.
anyways, you ever hear the one about...
Other little events have happened here in the wilds.
Could there be a new flame involved? Hmmm?
Prof. Tony Pierce Busblog / LICK (theblog)
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i wish this past year hadn't gone the way it had. I was supposed to be free again, free to explore a new life, cut my own path so to speak.
Yeah, yeah...
The same shit.
Today was to be a 5 year mark. That would have been something, but now it's nothing, and the memory and consequence is negligible. I still feel a bit of the stinbg, though a year has passed now, and now things, my life, hardly resemble the past. The problem is is that i'm worse off than before. And that wasn't supposed to happen.
This shit happens to everyone, but the details ARE ALWAYS different. And that is why we share these lame stories of our trials and tribulations, in hopes that we'll get your understanding acknowledgment, or if not thatm then your pity will do nice. And we'll always claim we really don't want that. We'll act all offended like. We may urinate on you.
I tossed around the idea of starting a private blog, and after some thought, decided against it. Mostly because i can barely keep this updated with anything substantial.
Another reason is i may be too tempted to get all emo-shoegazer-deepfest on it, and i personally hate that shit.
Part of me misses home, part of me is glad i got the fuck out of there.
Sometimes i wonder if trauma finally got the best of me.
I wake up and don't know where i am, and ususally, who i am. Not the average identity crisis, but what my name is. And the worst is that i think i lost the ability to make anything work anymore.
The other night someone had asked me if i was alright. I avoided the answer, claiming that i had the liquor speaking for me. But the above sentitments were the buzzing, stinging thoughts, and most times, especially now, i'm just lonely.
I'm scared because i'm not getting any younger and my life is still a disaster.
I'm shamed by every bit of help i receive to help solve problems i should be more than capable of solving on my own.
And lately i'm just gun-shy to love anything anymore.. I'm paralyzed by the thought of 'letting go', and absolutely humbled by the impotence of my heart. I'm terrified to give someone that power again.
And i've come to realize that i know more blog URLs than i do actual phone numbers. That this weird, fucked up community of pseudo pen pals has become a mentally-ill comfort for me.
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happy father's day.
04-06-37/08-05-86
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anyone who makes advertising 'robots' a priority will definitely earn my business.
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TRUEBOY hooked me up with a gmail. awesome.
sdkatzinjammer@gmail.com
so use it.
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are the one's who can never be found,
oh the best lovers,
are the ones who are never around.
i'll give you a nickel for your quarter,
my liquor for your water,
leave you drunk up on the rooftop.
well i...
i'm dancing on the moon,
this song is for,
our salvation.
and if you sit here long enough,
on this roof under this tree,
i swear i'll sneak up right beside you,
unlock you heart and set you free.
someday i'll wear black,
and the next day,
baby blue.
cause thats the color of the sky,
my train is traveling through.
the color of the sky,
my train is traveling to.
-Malt Liquor
Clair and Bain's Maple Yum-Yum
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...and the windsheild wipers hardly wipe, more like smear the water across the glass.
I'm learning my way around town. Funny. There are only two main roads, with veins of streets leading to these little dens of familys who were born here, live here, and will ultimatly die here.
Still looking for a second job. Bleh. I never had this much trouble before. As a mighty teen i could always find a job in some service biz. But now, in my olden age, crippled brain... maybe it's the harline.
yeah, maybe...
Last night was Emily's One yr anniversary of being in Sodak.
i'm still trying to figure out the cause of celebration. BW3's wing night and pitchers of Miller for $5. Wings for 30 cents. Laker game, Piston's game. I disappointed a local by telling him i could give a shit, and confounded him by revealing that i didn't even know who was playing, regardless of whether or not i even knew it was a big game. THE game it seems.
Always next year to prove the testosterone that is in my blood. I can be an avid sports fan then, cheering, rooting for my favorite sports squadron, hoping and praying on the lives of my future children that the team will score ample goal units and give validation to my life.
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sorry to be a sucka and not post in fucking DAYS of, of, of, sodakia wiping.. away.. what.. little... dictionary... i have...
But this pic is exciting.
This pic shows tornado chasing weather, just days before i showed up here, in this, this, this...
And when it comes again, i will be ready.
I'm not sure how, or what that means either.
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r.reagan died, and then i hear ray charles was next. I'm glad i wasn't in GA, as i can imagine the radios played "georgia on my mind" non-stop.
and if you're from there GA, that song is more than annoying. That song is a laser show blasted on the side of the largest boulder of granite in the state.
i made it a week here. a week and one day.
Sodakians are crazy to do the winter here every year.
I wore a sweater yesterday. It is June, and I wore a sweater.
You are missed...
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Jody were at Wal-mart today. It happened. We saw Coke's new 'carb-friendly' C2.
I, uh, yeah...
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no tornado chasing yet, but it did get windy tonight, and i'm wetting myself in anticipation.
My nights here have consisted of the following:
Seeing Jody again, for the first time.
Meeting Emily, incredibly awesome.
Meeting the "sodakians", a strange culture of people indeed.
So far i have had an early taste of 'wing night', which i will not be a part of in eating, only with my charming self.
I attended a dildo party. I think nthe woman seeling the dildos was the long lost Dixie Chick. She scared me, and told everyone her husband was a narc. an undercover narc. a not-so-successful narc in light of his wife telling everyone what he does for a living, and even about his gay cop moustache.
But i did play the 'pass-the-double-ended-dildo-using-only-your-legs' game.
yes. i did that.
and somehow i came in second. she yelled 'penis' just as i was passing. losing cost me a vibrating egg. i though emily was going to kill the guy who won it, seeing as she thought the egg was rightfully mine.
Jody has a big head. He has issues with this, so i, of course, exploit this weakness.
And he won self-heating blueberry flavored lube. just because. because he is Jody?
i suck at halo. i am target practice.
and if i can ever get of a certain someone's camera, i will have the most boring pics to share with you, but they make me happy. and that makes you happy. IT MAKES YOU HAPPY TOO!
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hey BUNNY! why did i get bumped?
someone fill me in please...
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sorry to make a quick and short post, but i'm getting settled. I'm in the kota, a 16 hour drive, 1168miles. i'm tired and disoriented.
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but you there were some nice folks there,
and i don't know where i'm going,
all i know is that
i'll hit the ground running.
So, in about three hours i'm getting my rental car and heading for South 'the' Kota.
I'll be a buffalo tipper.
A drinker amongst mid-western people.
A visitor of the Badlands.
A tornado chaser.
Bye Bye Georgia.
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