Two Days a Month and Whooping Ass

My job kicks ass at least two days a month -- the first and the 15th--because that is when the paycheck comes. All other days are up in the air. Sometimes, a whole month will be good and work will be manageable and the Wildcats will win football games. Sometimes, there are 28 days of shit, I work all the time, and the Cats lose to the fucking Sooners.

Was in NYC last week for what may have technically been a "closing", but what for all practical purposes was one big horse fuck. Ever have to work with people who just don't get it? You go in with the assumption that they have a clue, and then once you get there, you realize that these were the same people who spent the bulk of their elementary school years eating glue and learning how to work the swings. It's like trying to push a rope uphill.

Here's another thought about NYC, especially as compared to Chicago: Although the city is interesting in a "Law & Order" kind of you-could-get-shot-or-see-someone-jump-off-a-building way, it pretty much is a dark, dirty, smelly, nasty-ass place. They stack their garbage right on the sidewalk, so even in the nicer parts of Manhattan, you are pretty much walking through a dump. Blah.

What else has been pissing me off lately? . . . hmmm. Well, people are bitching about the new supreme court justice/nominee because they aren't far enough to the right. God forbid Bush would put an impartial fucking judge on the bench--someone who actually applies the law instead of makes it up as they go along. And the fucking tree-hugging liberal pansy ass shit head Democrats on the judiciary committee say that the nominee is going to have to answer a bunch of questions about how she would handle specific cases, should they ever come before the court. That is the dumbest damn thing I've ever heard. A good judge would never say how they would handle a case, because the facts of each specific case are different, and to say how they would rule would indicate a bias.

It is like the idiots all got together and declared it National Be a Fucking Idiot day. These people are alive only because it is illegal to shoot them.

One more fun note: have decided to restrict the amount of time spent with KSU frat buddies. Managed to get in a bar fight last weekend, and they are no longer any good at jumping in. Wasn't really much of a fight -- big drunken idiot hitting on wife and her friend. I got in his face, he swung [for all you paying attention --assualt], then I swung, then it moved to general melee that lasted all of 2 1/2 seconds b/c really big bouncers stopped it. Evidently, they were watching the whole him being an asshole episode but were waiting for a commercial in the Road House marathon so they could do their fucking job. Overall, pretty good time. Still, if HD and Pothead would have been there, that would have been more fun b/c they would not have been crocked to the point that they were oblivous to the whole thing -- acual comment from supposed back up: "I really didn't know what was going on until we got thrown out. Did you see how hot that girl was?" All that matters is that 2 out of 3 ringside judges gave me the round. The third was looking at the hot girl.


Finally, the song for the week is Manifest No. 1 by Shooter Jennings:

Well, you moved out of my apartment
And you moved out of my old town
And my life has remained so lonely
Since you ain't been around
And to think how far I traveled honey
Just to see you one last time
But if that's how you say hello
You can kiss my ass goodbye

So let your hair down, get out of that skirt
But leave them high heels on
Because I'll be in the back of my black Cadillac
When Jesus finally comes to call His children home

So let your hair down, get out of that skirt
But leave them high heels on
I'll be in the back of my black Cadillac
When Jesus finally comes to call His children home

Gonna climb a mountain, when I get to the top
I'll find a honky tonk
Where I'll sit and I'll drink
Wondering where you've gone
And to think how far I've traveled
Just to get your off my mind
But if that's how you say hello
You can kiss my ass goodbye

So let your hair down, get out of that skirt
But leave them high heels on
I'll be in the back on my black Cadillac
When Jesus finally comes to call His children home

Oh, yeah, I'll be in the back on my black Cadillac
When Jesus finally comes to call His children home.


Great song.