creepy motherfuckers

The NRA is a bunch of creepy motherfuckers. Really, armed guards in every school?

Jackass

Sometimes I'm a total jackass and I have no idea why.

I won

Haha, I won. I really should use my other blog more. Oh, BTW, the xters are at it again...

Ouch

My head.

Well well well

'Nough said.


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Gurrrl

Wow and double WOW!


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Oh shit

Sweet cheeks! Love all of that.

Oh, fuck me...

oh, fuck me. There's those evenings when you wish someone would do something really crazy.

Sigh

I had my first real annoying day at work yesterday. All because some fuckwit wouldn't take no for an answer.

Oy vey

Apparently, I made a complete jackass of myself last night.

Obamarama

I'm really tired of listening to people on FB whinge about Romney loosing the election. It is all so dull and uninteresting. I mean, if it ain't about their precious fucking guns (whoever said anything about guns?) or their fear of being taxed (really, you don't even make enough money to be concerned about taxes)....or their fear of Socialism or godlessness or fucking whatever the hell it is. Seriously.

Updates sandwiched between questions

Question: Is this fucking election over yet?

Update: The new (old) job is going well. I'm actually very happy to be back, so hopefully this gig will turn into something permanent.

Question: Why do people still believe in deities?

Update: With the Oz company gone, it is time to get back on track with unpacking. This week's goal is to get all of the art out of the boxes. Well, most of it anyway...

Question: Where is my fucking porn?

Faux Retirement Wanes

My early faux retirement is coming to and end. Will be filling in for a lovely women whilst she is on maternity leave. Stay tuned...

Mittens

One thing I  miss about Australia is the liberal use of the word, cunt. Cunt is a great word for people like Mittens. Or Pat Buchanan. And a couple of other people that I can not say their names...

9/11 porn

I've had just about all of the 9/11 porn on Facebook I can handle for one day. And yes, I've contributed to some of it myself.

People should really stick to pictures of kittens, though...

What I need...

I need to get fucked. I normally don't say this in a public format.

Subversive Satire

Am I the only person on the planet who thinks that Clint Eastwood's bit was subversive satire? Fuckwits, all....just sayin'...

GOP Convention

I tried to watch some of the GOP Convention, but after about 20 mins, I had to turn it off. Yawn. The whole grass roots thing sends me bonkers: I was born a really poor kid and learned self reliance from my grandfather, who was an Irish immigrant...blah, blah, blah. For the record, my eyes glaze over whenever the Dems do this routine too.

Half of my brain is missing

I lost my phone over the weekend and I feel like half of my brain is missing. Ugh.

Never Say Never

The 80s

So, I've been listening to a lot of 80s music lately. I would share it with you, but I can't figure out how to post my Spotify playlists on the blog...it seems straight forward, but it ain't. Oh well...

I'm seriously considering lippo-suction.

I might like you better if we slept together.

cross posting...WTF??

Hmmm...cross posting...WTF?!?

random.

random.

still, I want.

steal. cold. call me. I call you. steel.

plan. shared plan. never uses up the minutes.

never had to pay.

I never talk to people on the phone.

let's fuck.

random.

We all wanna be prince

Pardon my freedom

Chick-Fil-A

I'm happy to say that I've been able to bite my tongue throughout this whole Chick fil A thing, but I will say this, having lived overseas for 4 years, only in America could you have one group eat fast food in droves all day long to show its disgust for another group, all the while praising their beloved savior AND (here comes the important part) exercising their right to free speech. I can't stay angry for any length of time because I can't stop laughing. I mean seriously, I can't stop laughing. The absurdity is akin to watching Monty Python with an all American cast.

Six weeks back in San Francisco

So, today makes six weeks that I have been back in San Francisco. It feels like I never left in the sense that most of the people I know are doing the same things they were before I moved away - same men, same bars. Around the time I moved back, a friend sent me a note saying, "It's not the same city." I took that to mean that I might be disappointed once I got back. It seems the same to me. Obviously, there are things that have changed. Parts of the city that have been neglected for years, seem to have new life stirring in them. On the flip side, Market Street is in the worst shape I've ever seen it - and that's pretty fucking bad. If you remain here for any length of time, you become tolerant (tolerant of other people's insanity - figuratively and literally) and indifferent (indifferent to shit - figuratively and literally). Heroin use appears to be on the rise again, but perhaps it was never in decline. If it sounds like I'm making a case for regret for returning to San Francisco, I'm not. This city is my home and it always will be.

To no one and to everyone simultaneously

I am fascinated by the act of writing to no one and to everyone simultaneously. At the moment, I have no plans to promote this site. It is a public journal of personal thoughts that no one will probably ever read.

Greetings.