i knew i would feel better about everything after a little while. negate that post from a while ago where i was bitching about work.
Some adorable chibi Darkstalkers models.
Hobby Japan EX, Summer 1995.
awww cute wittle darkstalkewssss
love / hate / mostly hate relationship
today is friday, may 24th, and it marks the beginning of memorial day weekend.
for many people, today marks a weekend full of fun activities and family time.
i dont have plans (except for visiting the alabama record collectors association’s show tomorrow, which is actually a pretty big deal…but i probably wont find much).
for many other people, today marks the day they go to maryland death fest.
not my cup of tea.
for many other people, its probably just another weekend.
for me, it marked a day where i had to go in to work early and my driver and i were the first people there, which is unfortunately commonplace these days. it also marked a day where my driver and i got totally fucked and got a late job and ended up being the last people to leave work. the time on my paycheck will reflect well next week, but i would have much rather preferred to get off around 3 (like i thought i was going to).
today also marked a basically-ruined weekend because i already know what jobs i have waiting for me on fucking tuesday and that we have to be at work early. again. god damn it.
i know that it is totally necessary to have the work orders ready and waiting for the drivers so they will know what to expect the following monday (or in this case, tuesday). this actually happens every fucking day, just because thats the way it is. however, this shit is single-handedly capable of ruining my entire fucking weekend (or at least getting me down enough right now, at 6:19 PM, on friday, that i dread even attempting to do anything enjoyable for this long weekend ahead because i know that in the back of my mind there is a looming cloud called “tuesday. fucking. morning.” awaiting my attention). this shit happens far too often, and i know there is literally no stopping it. it will always happen as long as i work where i currently do.
some days are great. most are not even “good”. summer is setting in, and my tolerance for heat, especially with the work that i do, is extremely low. i can be patient and attentive and work hard, but there are so…so many obstacles and opposing forces in my way.
i realize i bitch about work. i bitch about it a lot. i dont even like to do this, but i guess if i dont get it out somehow, i will just fucking explode.
fucking weak.
edited seconds later: i will probably be able to decompress and let go and ease my mind about all of this soon, which i do often. i will probably end up having an okay weekend. it is tantamount i get this out of my head while it is still fresh.
i am just going by the context of two post from the same person (yes, i am serious) but it appears that phil anselmo “axl rose’d” everyone in birmingham at the Down show last night.
which is hilarious and no surprise.
and phil anselmo and Down fucking suck anyway.
so. yeah. way to go, all you morons that wasted your money.
more to this story as it develops.i dont think i have publicly announced this yet:
i desperately wish to own and operate a wildly-successful dildo-making business in the hopes that i can land a reality-television deal with a show titled “dick dynasty”. i sincerely doubt A&E would pick it up…but maybe some corporation with a little bit of a more racy past…like HBO or showtime.
whos in?
i will be so surprised if this hot-ass new daft punk shit is NOT the most remixed and sampled shit for the next year. its kind of a travesty because the likelihood of these jams being butchered and pasted all over shitty radio stations and weakass small clubs (like in lakeview…or at aqua) is so incredibly high. at least daft punk didnt (and has never) caved in to trends. i expressed fear of that a while back some time…and my fears were undoubtedly shattered. thank you daft punk.
and there i am again. remember when i used to be cute with a shaved face, like in 2010?
(but i never should have let that moron cut my hair back then, look how ugly and short it was)
okay well this is what a completely-snapped leaf spring looks like on the front right wheel. this is what it looks like because your driver at work drives like a mother. fucking. maniac and doesnt avoid rough spots in roads and drives about a thousand fucking miles an hour and is a big dumb fucking idiot altogether.
the back leaf springs on the right side were also damaged, and again it was the top leaf spring itself…but that damage was less severe because there are more springs, thus more support, for the weight on the back of the truck. not to mention, without previous knowledge, the back leaf spring had seemed to have been broken for some time now.
this should have never happened.
