no, seriously…fuck off, you donkey-raping shit eater!
(note: southpark is the only way to cleanse your dvd-player of pauly shore)
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no, seriously…fuck off, you donkey-raping shit eater!
(note: southpark is the only way to cleanse your dvd-player of pauly shore)
tomorrow is job #2’s end of summer party. at…(wait for it…):
George’s Island
dun dun dun!
i completely spaced because i’ve been so busy — not quite yet overworked as i am not at the twitchy stage — but, some goodish stuff has been happening at work. i’m likely to get whatever time i need off to make the annual trek to southeasternbumfuckville, colo. to visit the fam damily…(sigh) and i totally got a pay raise yesterday (effective immediately). w00t! OT isn’t eating my soul as much this week as last, of course i am only doing two hours…but, i’m sorry that’s all i can manage this time around. i’ll make it up as soon as possible. i was finally trained in the last station for processors mon-wed by patsquatch and left in charge of it all week, and while it is kinda boring and stuff…i’m content. i mean, i’m easing into my job so that even on days when i’m so busy i don’t even have a moment to stop and hear myself think, i don’t hate it. i do sometimes hate the hours or just the mere necessity of having to slave away all day to survive…but, i like the people i work with. and the work i do. or rather, today was the first day anything i’ve done actually made a difference. but hey, if you can’t score work perks for your friends, what’s the point, right?
yeah, so this whole thing is monumentally boring as all fuck.
but i’m sleepy, so…what you gonna do?
you know why i’m destined to be a cow forever & ever more? it’s in my fucking name, yo. i found this out in one of scooter’s many many name origin books (hello, namenerd!) a while back, but was too annoyed.
and since i can’t think of anything else to say…
mylastname
Galician and Spanish: nickname, probably for a high-spirited person, from [mylastname]‘young cow’, ‘heifer’. It may also have been a metonymic occupational name for a cowherd.
another annoying fact, people with my surname are divided into two major occupations:
keeping house
cigar maker
(source: www.ancestry.com)
while i am just getting into the delicious world of cigars. um…blah. what if someone wants to be a pimp? or you know…some shit like that.
the taste of it whispers, rolls over my tongue and coats my lips…lingers. i can feel it, sliding over my shoulders…slinking down my arms and past my fingers. if i close my eyes, it swallows me up. swallowed whole in shadows and warmth and memory. if i close my eyes, it reverberates through my mind. echoes and echoes and echoes of you. or me. it’s unclear. it’s different and new and exciting and unstable and intoxicating and tangible — and just the same as always. find space… find space… a word or two. a touch. comfortable silence and you breathe in. breathe in breathe in breathe and you and me and nothing and everything in between (space). and then you’re lost in a wasteland. lost, looking…you cannot escape. and you cannot hold on. because it’s slippery, slippery smooth and sleek. shadows and whispers and smoke filtering through the cracks. and you sink in. you’re sinking…sinking in…sinking in you, in me, in nothing and everything in between.
(space)
no, seriously…fuck off, you donkey-raping shit eater! (note: southpark is the only way to cleanse your dvd-player of pauly shore)
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you know why i’m destined to be a cow forever & ever more? it’s in my fucking name, yo. i found this out in one of scooter’s many many name origin books (hello, namenerd!) a while back, but was too annoyed. and since i can’t think of anything else to say… mylastname Galician and Spanish: […]
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the taste of it whispers, rolls over my tongue and coats my lips…lingers. i can feel it, sliding over my shoulders…slinking down my arms and past my fingers. if i close my eyes, it swallows me up. swallowed whole in shadows and warmth and memory. if i close my eyes, it reverberates through my mind. […]
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