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ok now... i've been gone a looong looong looong time. the condensed version of what has been going on with is as follows.
broke my hand a while back. like 8 bones. three of them DESTROYED. it's deformed now. but it works. it seems that lack of medical insurance gets you half assed medical help. went into surgery where i was supposed to get a plate and a bunch of screws put in to put it back together properly. woke up with them telling me they just decided to put one screw in one bone. so now i have this huge gross lump on the back of my right hand. the hand works, but doesn't fit in all the places it used to. like, if i drop something beside the seat in the car, or behind or under the couch, my hand no longer fits. it still fits in your mom though.
moral of the story. don't be that guy who loses his temper and punches things like car windows. typically, that's not who i am, but i was just THAT angry that i was a retarded, grunting male. they told me it was a good thing i didn't hit a person, because the amount of forced used to break this many bones in the way they were broken, with one punch would've destroyed someone's face before my hand.
presently, i am laid off from the shit hole telemarketing gig. just for two weeks, but i don't think i'll be returning. i feel my soul coming back to life. i have another job. i am a bouncer/doorguy/bar tender at macs bar here in lansing just a couple blocks away from where i live. it's a great gig. i'm glad i was asked to be part of that family.
broke the huge streak of celibacy just a couple weeks ago. with a tiny, frisky, filthy , delicious 19 yr old girl. it's weird doing such things. it's not like me to hook up with someone who isn't my boo, who i have no interest in making my boo, and who has no interest in being my boo. but i kind of want to be someone else. she just passed me a note at work saying to meet her at my car after work, saying she's horny, and asking, "would you fuck my brains out in a dirty, kinky way?" i was happy to. and so was she. i have met an equal in terms of perversion. oh man. good times. it can't last though.
been making music still. (just put some new tracks up on my myspace) it goes in streaks where work and such will not let me work on music at all for weeks, and then for a couple days i'll have a little free time and a burst of creativity. i opened up for USSA when they came to macs. that's paul barker's (from ministry) new band. he really dug my booty tracks. my booty tracks?! yeah. that's what he liked in my set... weird. i just make the booty tracks as a joke and something to laugh at and give people something to dance to at the end of my live sets after suffering through an hour of sleep inducing theatre of the absurd trip hoppy shit.
still cranking out weird little sculptures. pics will be posted some time. i have gotten really fucking good at sculpture.
i dunno what else right now. i'm tired of talking about myself...
broke my hand a while back. like 8 bones. three of them DESTROYED. it's deformed now. but it works. it seems that lack of medical insurance gets you half assed medical help. went into surgery where i was supposed to get a plate and a bunch of screws put in to put it back together properly. woke up with them telling me they just decided to put one screw in one bone. so now i have this huge gross lump on the back of my right hand. the hand works, but doesn't fit in all the places it used to. like, if i drop something beside the seat in the car, or behind or under the couch, my hand no longer fits. it still fits in your mom though.
moral of the story. don't be that guy who loses his temper and punches things like car windows. typically, that's not who i am, but i was just THAT angry that i was a retarded, grunting male. they told me it was a good thing i didn't hit a person, because the amount of forced used to break this many bones in the way they were broken, with one punch would've destroyed someone's face before my hand.
presently, i am laid off from the shit hole telemarketing gig. just for two weeks, but i don't think i'll be returning. i feel my soul coming back to life. i have another job. i am a bouncer/doorguy/bar tender at macs bar here in lansing just a couple blocks away from where i live. it's a great gig. i'm glad i was asked to be part of that family.
broke the huge streak of celibacy just a couple weeks ago. with a tiny, frisky, filthy , delicious 19 yr old girl. it's weird doing such things. it's not like me to hook up with someone who isn't my boo, who i have no interest in making my boo, and who has no interest in being my boo. but i kind of want to be someone else. she just passed me a note at work saying to meet her at my car after work, saying she's horny, and asking, "would you fuck my brains out in a dirty, kinky way?" i was happy to. and so was she. i have met an equal in terms of perversion. oh man. good times. it can't last though.
been making music still. (just put some new tracks up on my myspace) it goes in streaks where work and such will not let me work on music at all for weeks, and then for a couple days i'll have a little free time and a burst of creativity. i opened up for USSA when they came to macs. that's paul barker's (from ministry) new band. he really dug my booty tracks. my booty tracks?! yeah. that's what he liked in my set... weird. i just make the booty tracks as a joke and something to laugh at and give people something to dance to at the end of my live sets after suffering through an hour of sleep inducing theatre of the absurd trip hoppy shit.
still cranking out weird little sculptures. pics will be posted some time. i have gotten really fucking good at sculpture.
i dunno what else right now. i'm tired of talking about myself...