Good morning Goog,
SO how was your weekend? Did you do anything fun and exciting? I don’t remember you sending me birthday condolences on Sunday BUT I’ll just pretend that you didn’t have internet access.
SO I turned the big 32 on Sunday. It kind of sucked for the first time ever aging one year. I usually love birthdays BUT I don’t know…32. I'm climbing up there. Since I was 14 or so, I’ve always said I’ll not live past 33. There was no reason for this…just something I’ve always felt. SO…I better get insurance nes pas? 1 year to go.
On my Big day, I had an amazing breakfast….what did we call them omelet Muffins? Bacon muffins? Needless to say, it was DELICIOUS. The muffin tin in lined with bacon, than omelet is poured in on top of it. Put in oven and bake. OMG…..that’s right I just omg’d , you know why? DELICIOUS.
After breakfast, I got gifteroo’s. My fave part of birthdays. I got a Sony PSP and for a game I received Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core. Fun fun fun. Also, I got Reese peanut butter balls. 2 bags. Also, I got …you wont believe this. A Golf set! An “expieranced” set of clubs, and a bran spankin new golf bag. Wasn’t expecting it at all. I never thought I’d own a set of clubs but I do now.
Any who Goog. Chat atcha lata
Sho sho
jerm
Monday, August 24, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
The Tooth Fairy if one forgetful bitch.
Good morning Goog,
How have you been? Is all as well as can be expected on the internet machine? What, with the copious amounts of porn and losers who do NOTING but play video games online all day…. You must be bored…But the stuff you see….Im sure you can’t burn that stuff out with an acid bath. You poor, sad, bastard.
So yesterday, went to Starbucks, as per usual, ordered a few things and began to swipe my bank card for the transaction. I picked up the key pad thingy majiggy and a tooth fell off of it. Let me say that again….A Tooth Fell Off Of IT…..let that short, random sentence sink in….I’ll wait…..are you there yet?
Now..Im sure allot of people would be disgusted and hell if it happened in the states, the patron would have sued Starbucks for emotional damages and made a million dollars, but not me Goog. I thought it was really sad. I saw it as such: a kid came in with their Mom and/or Dad, had probably lost the tooth earlier in the day and were playing with it in excitement of putting it under their pillow in hopes of becoming a few dollars richer the following morning…BUT now they have sadly left it behind and I am sure, after the realization of losing it, cried all day over the disappointment of losing one of their last few fleeting shreds of innocence. ……Or the tooth fairy, while buying a Venti Mocha could have dropped it in her rush…. A debate for the ages.
So…I’ve been in a funk for the past few weeks and just passed it off as depression/stir crazy/no more axes… But I think I put my finger on it. This Sunday, I will be turning 32. Now Goog, I know what you’re saying “But jerm, you handsome mother fucker…the 30’s are the new 20’s, your still in your prime and still have another 40 years to go” Well Goog, as your younger than me, Al Gore having invented you and global warming in the 80’s, I’ll not scoff at your youthful ignorance, wait…yes I will SCOFF SCOFF….ya fuckin fucktard.
Ya see, my problem isn’t getting older, it’s wasting the time I’ve had to use the lackluster talents that I have. Family and career aside…I’ve not published a book, I’ve not sold any art for renowned recognition, I’m not a famous tattoo artist, I have yet to learn to play guitar, and I sure as FUCK cannot figure out Sodoku ….
Now, I can blame it on my lack of drive and just being a lazy fucking slob, a sexy sexy lazy slob. I can take the onus of this all on myself, man up and take responsibility….But I choose to blame it on Whitey
Art Work By Patrick Byers,
Cover for our book
How have you been? Is all as well as can be expected on the internet machine? What, with the copious amounts of porn and losers who do NOTING but play video games online all day…. You must be bored…But the stuff you see….Im sure you can’t burn that stuff out with an acid bath. You poor, sad, bastard.
So yesterday, went to Starbucks, as per usual, ordered a few things and began to swipe my bank card for the transaction. I picked up the key pad thingy majiggy and a tooth fell off of it. Let me say that again….A Tooth Fell Off Of IT…..let that short, random sentence sink in….I’ll wait…..are you there yet?
Now..Im sure allot of people would be disgusted and hell if it happened in the states, the patron would have sued Starbucks for emotional damages and made a million dollars, but not me Goog. I thought it was really sad. I saw it as such: a kid came in with their Mom and/or Dad, had probably lost the tooth earlier in the day and were playing with it in excitement of putting it under their pillow in hopes of becoming a few dollars richer the following morning…BUT now they have sadly left it behind and I am sure, after the realization of losing it, cried all day over the disappointment of losing one of their last few fleeting shreds of innocence. ……Or the tooth fairy, while buying a Venti Mocha could have dropped it in her rush…. A debate for the ages.
So…I’ve been in a funk for the past few weeks and just passed it off as depression/stir crazy/no more axes… But I think I put my finger on it. This Sunday, I will be turning 32. Now Goog, I know what you’re saying “But jerm, you handsome mother fucker…the 30’s are the new 20’s, your still in your prime and still have another 40 years to go” Well Goog, as your younger than me, Al Gore having invented you and global warming in the 80’s, I’ll not scoff at your youthful ignorance, wait…yes I will SCOFF SCOFF….ya fuckin fucktard.
Ya see, my problem isn’t getting older, it’s wasting the time I’ve had to use the lackluster talents that I have. Family and career aside…I’ve not published a book, I’ve not sold any art for renowned recognition, I’m not a famous tattoo artist, I have yet to learn to play guitar, and I sure as FUCK cannot figure out Sodoku ….
Now, I can blame it on my lack of drive and just being a lazy fucking slob, a sexy sexy lazy slob. I can take the onus of this all on myself, man up and take responsibility….But I choose to blame it on Whitey
lata Goog
Art Work By Patrick Byers,
Cover for our book
Friday, August 7, 2009
Spectacular like boobs
SO it has been awhile and I may have a thing or two to report, though, Off the top of my head..i can’t really recall what they may be??!!??
There are people outside right now washing the seemingly miles of windows of this building and for some reason…I can’t stop watching. It’s menial labor that can’t be very much fun, but hey…at least their outside.
So this past week? I played Golf with come colleagues(sp?) from work and actually Par’ed a hole by myself. It was a par 4, 235 yards and SHABLAZIM…I owned that hole like a pimp owns a hooker. It was spectacular. Spectacular, like morning wood that you can hang an oompa Loompa off of after he’s eaten POUNDS of chocolate. Spectacular like finding $20 in an old jacket….Spectacular like boobs….Fucking spectacular.
Also, as you are aware, I now have tattoo gear and following the sage advice of the TV and alphabits that could only say “oooooooooooo”, I tattoo’d myself. Let me tell you…tattooing one’s self is not as easy as you may think…For instance, the act or drawing or writing(who does that anymore), one typically has two hands on a piece of paper, the same goes for tattooing. You hold the machine in one hand, (my right) and you hold and stretch the skin with the other (my left) . SO with the use of only one hand as I was tattooing my left forearm….all hell broke loose. I now have a nautical star that looks as though it was crafted from hamburger and was recalled because of bot worms infesting it… jinkies.
But alas..I am happy with it as it is my first tattoo EVER and it was done with love…..and because the alphabits told me too….ooooooooooooOOOOooOOOoOoo
This weekend, Our annual work summer party takes place. Tomorrow actually and if all goes well, I should be good and plenty’d tomorrow night watching fireworks trying to remember who I sold my pants too. Fingers crossed.
I’ve got to get to work, so until next time, Be good to yourself, and each other.
Have a good one Goog,
There are people outside right now washing the seemingly miles of windows of this building and for some reason…I can’t stop watching. It’s menial labor that can’t be very much fun, but hey…at least their outside.
So this past week? I played Golf with come colleagues(sp?) from work and actually Par’ed a hole by myself. It was a par 4, 235 yards and SHABLAZIM…I owned that hole like a pimp owns a hooker. It was spectacular. Spectacular, like morning wood that you can hang an oompa Loompa off of after he’s eaten POUNDS of chocolate. Spectacular like finding $20 in an old jacket….Spectacular like boobs….Fucking spectacular.
Also, as you are aware, I now have tattoo gear and following the sage advice of the TV and alphabits that could only say “oooooooooooo”, I tattoo’d myself. Let me tell you…tattooing one’s self is not as easy as you may think…For instance, the act or drawing or writing(who does that anymore), one typically has two hands on a piece of paper, the same goes for tattooing. You hold the machine in one hand, (my right) and you hold and stretch the skin with the other (my left) . SO with the use of only one hand as I was tattooing my left forearm….all hell broke loose. I now have a nautical star that looks as though it was crafted from hamburger and was recalled because of bot worms infesting it… jinkies.
But alas..I am happy with it as it is my first tattoo EVER and it was done with love…..and because the alphabits told me too….ooooooooooooOOOOooOOOoOoo
This weekend, Our annual work summer party takes place. Tomorrow actually and if all goes well, I should be good and plenty’d tomorrow night watching fireworks trying to remember who I sold my pants too. Fingers crossed.
I’ve got to get to work, so until next time, Be good to yourself, and each other.
Have a good one Goog,
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