Who Makes the Guest List?

05.25.05 (12:02 pm)   [edit]



Well,yesterday was fun. I spent most of it cleaning out my computer, rearranging my mailboxes and capped it all off with a nice seizure. I woke up around 5 p.m. when a friend who had recently broken up with her lover, another friend of mine, knocked on the door looking for my roommate. They were supposed to host a study group together. I gave her his cell number and passed back out. It later occurred to me that my inhospitable nature may have given her the impression that I was pissed about her cheating on her boyfriend and breaking it off with him. Many of our mutual friends seem to be treating her that way. I regret it if I left her with that idea because I saw him Saturday and he insisted that no one be rude or disapproving of her. Besides, not only is her personal life none of my business, I still do consider her a friend.

I always hate it when two close friends who've been seeing each other for some time (in this case something like seven years) break up. It's especially bad when one of them has done the other wrong. You can't really despise one of them for bad behavior because they're someone you care about. At the same time you loose a little respect for them because they hurt someone you care about. Not to mention if you throw a party you suddenly have to decide which one to invite and which to snub. Sucks.

Oh well. As I said, it's really none of my business so I should just be nice to both of them, try not to bring it up and refrain from throwing any parties.

The good news is that my phone is working. I can now call the booking manager at this one club and confirm a gig I booked for Friday. Not only that, I can talk more directly to my band, the photographer and the models we have lined up for our band publicity photos. Were going to this promotional studio with all this pimped out furniture with the plan of getting wasted with these half naked, former strippers and let the photographer lady take pictures the whole time. I used a similar method before and it got lots of attention. What can I say? People like looking at titties.

I'd love to delve deeper into the psychology of everything that I put in this post but, I have to go meet my Aunt to discuss my Grandmother's will and I just realized I'm going to be late. Tomorrow, tomorrow.

Mucled Out of Money Again

05.24.05 (12:34 pm)   [edit]
 You know what one of the good things about writing all this stuff from work was? I.T. Tech support. Last night, while searching for various business opportunities on the web I got highjacked. It has been ugly. I only got about two hours sleep because I've spent the rest of the time trying to figure out how to get rid of these internet gangsters known as Mirar. They highjack your computer and then try to charge you to go away. They also bombard you with spyware solutions and gambling ads. Gangsters. Internet Mafia. 

"Hey there, Pally, looks like youse could use some protection,...if you know what I mean."

Fuckers.

Where's the F.C.C. when you really need them, huh?

Anyway, since we last spoke on a regular basis I have been working for a promotions company and trying to figure out just what the hell to do with my life. After my Grandmother's recent death I learned that she left the proceeds from the sale of her house to my sister and I. After some long sessions with a lawyer and a huge bite on the taxable ass from the I.R.S. I may actually have the resources to get out of debt and start a new business. Now all I have to do is figure out what the hell to do. 
 
After researching my "writing adult fiction" idea I discovered, much to my surprise, that it pays very little. A broken ankle on my drummer and some independent success on my guitarist have slowed the band down considerably. Gossip, misunderstanding and outright stupidity in the local theatre community put the brakes on my openings there. I'm not really sure at this point what to do. It has occurred to me that some of my past posts my be quality enough to submit to various magazine but, again, the pay isn't great. Also, it's been a loooooong time since I've had anything published. I'm not sure that I'd know where to start. Money may not be the root of all evil but, it damn sure is the root of a large percentage of human frustration.
 
This naturally brings me to the rest of the cause and, as many of you know, one of my favorite topics: sex. No, I still haven't been gettin' any. I have started getting more and more offers but, I'm finding myself declining them all for various reasons. They're either too young, too slutty, too serious, not serious enough, crazy, manipulative, involved, Catholic, boring, ugly, terminally ill, a man, yadda, yadda, yadda...  Same old story: married, scary, gay or twelve. Regardless, I'm starting to care less and less. Part of that has to do with the fact that the F.D.A. recalled all of that medication I was taking that made me so horny. Another part is that my standards actually seem to be going up. Don't get me wrong, the nubile little sweet tarts that hit on me at work are pretty tempting but, ...I dunno...these days my heart has taken the conn away from my crotch.
 
Well, enough about me and my boring old problems, how's everyone else? Come on, let's here all the latest gossip. Who are the newbies I should be keeping an eye on? Is tBlog still periodically possessed by Satan? What the hell happened to angiekruger? Come on, give it to me. I'll catch up readying everyone's sights but, in the mean time, break it down into the juicey tid bits for me.

It's Good to be Home

05.23.05 (1:56 pm)   [edit]

     I'm Baaaaaack! You got it, Boys and Girls. Bobby Joe Thorazine is officially home. After a great deal of bullshit I have aquired a personal computer and internet service in my own home. This means that you will once again hear from my demented and glib mind on a daily basis. Aren't you just tickled pink?!? I knew you would be.


     Well, setting all this up, cleaning out my e-mail and working all the so-called bugs out of this system are going to take a bit so, I'll have to return to the essays and self analysis tomorrow. Boy, do I have some stories for you folks. Very soon the Thursday Blog reviews will return and I'm sure you'll find me on the chat window fairly frequently. I also want to hear from everyone else about how they are and what all I've missed. I look forward to it.


     Now, if I can just figure out why Hotmail isn't opening for me. Until tomorrow...

Land 'Ho!

05.16.05 (12:18 pm)   [edit]

     Well, I have some relatively good news. Seems my home internet service will be officially set up some time on the 23rd of this month. That means that in roughly a week from now I won't have to go to the public library and talk to you folks in what little time I have left after checking all the e-mail that's stacked up. That means that I can post on a daily basis on my own time, completing my thoughts and maybe even using some of them to my advantage.


     Currently the plan is to start selecting the best of my posts, past and future, and send them off to various publishers. Also, and I'm slightly ashamed to admidt this but, I've started writing a buch of porn which I also intend to try and get published. This way I can work at home with no fears of seizures, insane bosses, transportation or anything else getting in my occupational way. So, if anyone out there happens to know of any good places to send essays and commentaries as well as smut, PLEASE let me know. My life could actually depend on it. Ah, the things I'm willing to do for cash.


     Oh, and any good ideas for pornagraphic short stories, feel free to send thoughs my way to. My mind is pretty creative in that department but, never hurts to be open to suggestion.


     So, on that note, I hope very much that I will indeed begin to spend regular time with you, my second family, again by this time next week. If it doesn't happen, please send as many dirty letters, spam, pipe bombs, severed fingers and what-ever-else to South Central Bell. Thanks and I hope to see,...er, ...write to you all in length again soon.

Meow, Mom

05.09.05 (1:39 pm)   [edit]

     Everybody remember Mom yesterday? I did but couldn't get away from work to send her anything. I had to wait until today and the only cards left were from pets. I sent her one from the cat...best I could do.


     So, I'm still trying to get my home internet access up and running. The phone company won't write me back for some fucked up reason. If anyone knows a good way to get it set up beside on-line or if you have better suggestions about how to get internet and phone service from another company, I'd love to hear about them. Anyway, I'm in the damn library again and my time is running out. Have a good day folks.

Good Times...Bad Times

05.03.05 (6:28 am)   [edit]

     So good to find comments from everyone when I checked in today. I've missed you folks as well. Hopefully I'll be back to doing this daily very soon ...just as soon as I can get South Central Bell to respond to my request for service. One would think with all the competition that they have these days they'd be eager for a new customer. Go figure.


     At any rate, my birthday was uneventful. I spent it listening to an old friend's woes about his "baby's Mama". I did get a little cash. Good thing considering I've drained my reserves after loosing that job with the bitch queen at the University. Things are beginning to improve but, it's slow and painful. Just between you and me, you and everyone else almost lost me for good. I almost reached the end of my rope and even made plans to do myself in after a gig my band performed for an Amnesty International show  but, I pulled though. I'm still pretty depressed but, I'm getting better. Fact is, I'm tired of other people's problems becoming mine and I don't really like the idea of such a thing taking me down.


     I did seek some therapy and one thing really stuck with me afterward, most councilors are appathetic assholes. I mean, I'm sitting in front of these people telling them that I'm suicidal and all kinds of other dark shit and they're showing all the interest of a security guard watching a funneral home. I swear I even saw one roll his eyes when he thought I wasn't looking. Look Pal, if you don't want to hear people complain, change careers.


     Anyway, I'm in a public library and my time is up so I gotta go. Hopefully, I'll talk at you all soon.


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