2011, Week One.
In a word: rubbish.
Each day, from Monday down, was such a disappointment, I was detoured off my usual path.
Everything seemed like such a total blower. Didn't feel like going to the gym at all.
Didn't feel like doing too much of anything, to tell the truth.
My dreams have been increasingly bothersome; I keep seeing myself at home, keep seeing my father's shadow somewhere in the distance. It means I need to be home, around my siblings, around my family... but it also means that I'm far from recovered.
I wake up, feeling as if the four walls surrounding me are going to collapse at any given moment.
That nav unit I picked up toward last year's end was so much rubbish despite its solid build and OEM look I had to send it back. For all the shit I went through to have it in my hands, I had better get my money back. I ordered the Kenwood I should have gotten in the first place, after going through a 10 000 year spiel w/my credit card issuer, who has now seen fit to watchdog everything I do despite the fact I seldom use the card in the first place. I just want this nightmare to be over.
The Eagles lost. With that, comes a bunch of nauseating back and forth about the future of the team, and fingerpointing. This year, it's special, because the Michael Vick schadenfreude party is just getting started. I actually had to cut it off at the pass on Facebook, with a status that in the most verbose terms, basically said, "you say anything and you can shove it up your asses".
The only good thing is that I'm not obligated to watch anymore football for the rest of the season. I have a horrible feeling that the Patriots will win it all. Which will suck, because that's another thing we're going to have to keep hearing about forever.
I overheard my good friend's girlfriend say something that might get her slapped if I were present to have heard it. Well, if it were 1986, she certainly would have been. In 2010, I'm not taking my chances with a backwater police department and the statutes of that particular state. I almost said something about it, but I chilled. I think if I see my good friend in person, I'll mention it as an aside.
The news that a Congresswoman was shot, that many others were shot and killed, by some whacko with a gun really was a blower. Fuckin' hell. At least there is no doubt that the "War on Terror" is pure bullshit, as we can see, idiots who are neither some al-Qaeda flunkie, or some "foreign" something-or-other, can carry and conceal a gun, and go wild in the name of terror. While I don't agree that the likes of Sarah Palin should be blamed for this particular incident directly, there is no doubt that the rhetoric she, and others like her, incite needs to end, and that she, and those who kept blowing the dog whistle should be shamed to oblivion. Don't let any of these people off the hook. America has had to take it up the ass because of post-9/11 agendas, so this incident should be a "Never Forget" to those in politics who keep fleecing folks off this violent bullshit. At least the silver lining, is that we won't have to worry about that idiot running for President a year from now, since you know that little flyer she ran with the crosshairs will be her "GOD DAMN AMERICA" moment.
I'm really fed up with my living arrangements. Strapped to a lease I didn't foresee would be as much of an obstacle as it is now, I find myself considering taking the path of doing whatever it takes to bring the property owner to task, rather than draw up plans to move. It is not that my home is inhabitable, but the neglect of this property owner to secure this property, to be more selective with who rents here, and to keep the damn place from going further downhill, is getting to be too much. I shouldn't have to move to another town, further out from everything I hold dear, just because some asshole out there refuses to do his or her fucking job, or at least refuses to give management the means to do their fucking jobs. Why are there not stricter laws against who can and can't own rental property in this country?
Fuck me.
About the only good thing that happened last week was a pleasant surprise phone call, from someone, I'm tending to believe, might just have been on the short list of Volvo co-pilots, if not for the fact that she's a billion miles out, and under contract to another firm. As I'm not one to step on any toes, that's where it stands. I know there's someone or two out there that know about this, and are rooting for the stars to cross... but I ain't hopeful.
I haven't felt so goddamn hopeless in about 20 years.
Sleepless in ...wherever,
Dr. Claw
Each day, from Monday down, was such a disappointment, I was detoured off my usual path.
Everything seemed like such a total blower. Didn't feel like going to the gym at all.
Didn't feel like doing too much of anything, to tell the truth.
My dreams have been increasingly bothersome; I keep seeing myself at home, keep seeing my father's shadow somewhere in the distance. It means I need to be home, around my siblings, around my family... but it also means that I'm far from recovered.
I wake up, feeling as if the four walls surrounding me are going to collapse at any given moment.
That nav unit I picked up toward last year's end was so much rubbish despite its solid build and OEM look I had to send it back. For all the shit I went through to have it in my hands, I had better get my money back. I ordered the Kenwood I should have gotten in the first place, after going through a 10 000 year spiel w/my credit card issuer, who has now seen fit to watchdog everything I do despite the fact I seldom use the card in the first place. I just want this nightmare to be over.
The Eagles lost. With that, comes a bunch of nauseating back and forth about the future of the team, and fingerpointing. This year, it's special, because the Michael Vick schadenfreude party is just getting started. I actually had to cut it off at the pass on Facebook, with a status that in the most verbose terms, basically said, "you say anything and you can shove it up your asses".
The only good thing is that I'm not obligated to watch anymore football for the rest of the season. I have a horrible feeling that the Patriots will win it all. Which will suck, because that's another thing we're going to have to keep hearing about forever.
I overheard my good friend's girlfriend say something that might get her slapped if I were present to have heard it. Well, if it were 1986, she certainly would have been. In 2010, I'm not taking my chances with a backwater police department and the statutes of that particular state. I almost said something about it, but I chilled. I think if I see my good friend in person, I'll mention it as an aside.
The news that a Congresswoman was shot, that many others were shot and killed, by some whacko with a gun really was a blower. Fuckin' hell. At least there is no doubt that the "War on Terror" is pure bullshit, as we can see, idiots who are neither some al-Qaeda flunkie, or some "foreign" something-or-other, can carry and conceal a gun, and go wild in the name of terror. While I don't agree that the likes of Sarah Palin should be blamed for this particular incident directly, there is no doubt that the rhetoric she, and others like her, incite needs to end, and that she, and those who kept blowing the dog whistle should be shamed to oblivion. Don't let any of these people off the hook. America has had to take it up the ass because of post-9/11 agendas, so this incident should be a "Never Forget" to those in politics who keep fleecing folks off this violent bullshit. At least the silver lining, is that we won't have to worry about that idiot running for President a year from now, since you know that little flyer she ran with the crosshairs will be her "GOD DAMN AMERICA" moment.
I'm really fed up with my living arrangements. Strapped to a lease I didn't foresee would be as much of an obstacle as it is now, I find myself considering taking the path of doing whatever it takes to bring the property owner to task, rather than draw up plans to move. It is not that my home is inhabitable, but the neglect of this property owner to secure this property, to be more selective with who rents here, and to keep the damn place from going further downhill, is getting to be too much. I shouldn't have to move to another town, further out from everything I hold dear, just because some asshole out there refuses to do his or her fucking job, or at least refuses to give management the means to do their fucking jobs. Why are there not stricter laws against who can and can't own rental property in this country?
Fuck me.
About the only good thing that happened last week was a pleasant surprise phone call, from someone, I'm tending to believe, might just have been on the short list of Volvo co-pilots, if not for the fact that she's a billion miles out, and under contract to another firm. As I'm not one to step on any toes, that's where it stands. I know there's someone or two out there that know about this, and are rooting for the stars to cross... but I ain't hopeful.
I haven't felt so goddamn hopeless in about 20 years.
Sleepless in ...wherever,
Dr. Claw