s*ck it

1. i feel your eyes on me even though your not around (that shit sounds creepy as fuck) i wonder if rape victims talk this way during group therapy.

2.we were at the bar, Neons, in Cincinnati, and they have an outdoor area where you can play bocce ball, bring your dog, and smoke cigarettes. we met this half pit half sharpei doggy name Mia. the owners copped her from a meth head who said they were getting rid of her cause they couldn't get her to fight. anyway, the dogs owner, named Forrest, is moving to Thailand in July and needs to find a good home for her. so i decided that i will be that guy. so we're gonna have another puppy in the house! yah!

3. my dude Cry Baby Genius just came on the I Tunes shuffle. its a song called posse cut, i think this is the one where he mentions us....i don't remember tho

4. i was forced to write this blog, but i need to do this more than once every 10 months...so i'm glad for the inspiration

ooooh baby when you cry, your face is momentary

1. in a house with a dog and a cat you have to be strategic with your catfood bowl placement. because lamont (dog) loves cat food, and he'll eat an entire bag if given the chance. so for our dear wendy's sake we have to put the cat food up high on a counter. but lamont has grown keen to this and figured out a way to fucking jump on top of the counter and still eat all of wendys food. so i now have to put her food in my room. this involves her getting fed once a day and sometimes involves her getting shut into my room. wendy has now taken to shitting and pissing in the corner of my room when she is let inside to eat her food. this is frustrating for a few reasons.....lamont already has taken over the basement as his new favorite place to shit and piss 1 to 2 times a day. so now our entire house has become a literal animal shithouse. fuck. i need a new house. one where the cat and dog are in separate areas of the house, completely cut off from each other. where wendy can go outside and roam free like the shit beast that she is.

2.our friend adam from detroit has been staying with us for the past week. adam is a gutter punk. this means he doesn't have a job, so to make money when he travels like a bum, he takes his guitar to high traffic areas and plays for tips. enough to get him a forty, rolling tobacco, and food for his doggie sheba who comes with him everywhere. i've always been jealous of adam and his no job having ass. since i've known him he's never had a job for more than a month yet he still ends up eating and drinking everyday. i guess when youre a gutter punk hobo, you can scrape by on other people...but how will this translate into our 4os? if the world is ending anyway i guess it doesn't matter too much, but what if we survive? i guess i'll be the proverbial "man" for now. save my partying for when im rich chillin in a benzo.

3. i love the beginning of Drake's song Best I Ever Had...he says "gotta dedicate this one to someone special (pause) you know who you are" ambiguity is crucial in dedications. so this one goes out to someone really effin special...you know who you are...haha

water blogging worked in guantanamo bay

1. new job= new house (backyard for Lamont, extra bedroom for annette), 2012 cadillac cts-v coupe (yeah the pimping one) and finally debt free (past debts, the debts on the house and car are not counted)

2.i really wrote this because the recent influx of the past into my life. upon reflection with a certain individual...finding past people via facebook is great, it makes high school reunions meaningless, it allows you to quietly stalk people from past instances and really dig into who they appear to be...now when it sucks....when you actually see these people again! now the katie challmers' of this world are the exception, no matter how fucking interesting your life is, i don't give a fuck about your over privileged ass, but everyone else man, you start asking what they're doing, job, married, kids. blah blah blah neither of you care that much, it gets kinda awkward, and you go back to your post human devices and quietly stalk from afar. this is it, this is all you get. this is why friends get recycled so much in my life, i can't stand people for very long or they can't stand me for very long. its evolution though, i accept it. but there are those people, maybe sexual encounters help the prolonged interest, maybe its the exceptional conversational skills..who knows, but there are those certain people you can pick up with no matter what. no matter how long its been, no matter where, no matter how short, because the comfort is there where with others its not, except for katie challmers' even though you made out with me at the Green Top bar and can go on and on for hours about quirky shit, i still don't like you...and for those people i salute you. you have given me a reason to continue my social network stalking, and making it easier to connect with you some time, some where, some how....

3.disclaimer: i have no association with the above picture. i just felt like posting the best juggalo picture i had on my computer. i hate icp, but man i love their marketing. just need to find my own gay niche to rap into. then i'll be rich. but what a smart target market. icp fans are poor white kids, with no money, therefore no internet, no kazaa, no nothing that ruined the sales for musicians. good stuff from that aspect.

4. i want to fuck you