Should I come out of hibernation?

I been missing a creative outlet. A lot has happened in my life in the past decade, but one thing has remained the same... I still feel the need to express myself in some way. My blog helped with that for a time, but now I'm not sure it was ever enough.

I think the main issue for me is one I expressed in one of my earliest posts. I have things I want to say, but why should anyone in the world want to hear them?

Wow

I've been reading over my blog and it's been quite an experience. I've changed so much in the last couple of years, guess that comes with being a husband/father. Hell, I don't remember saying half of all this, but I do know one thing; I crack myself up. Guess I've always been my own best audience.

Perhaps I should pick up the blog again. Not sure that I will though. If I do, I think I may try to actually buy a domain name and make it all my own. We'll see.

So... um... ... yeah

So I'm married now, have a son who's a year and a hlf, and I haven't posted to this blog in a few years.
I suppose you could call that an update. :D

What's up

Hey i guess I'll throw out an update since it's been about a year.
1. I've been married for nearly a year to my wife Flor. She's beautiful (well duh, she is married to me after all) and from El Salvador.
2. I have a 2-month old baby boy named Elliot. He's cuter than your kids. (I mean, hello, he's my son and I'm just godly)
3. I'm still working at the same place, but there's a chance I may promote in the Fall.
4. I play World of Warcraft, it's a game your almost ashamed to admit your playing, till you find out that pretty much everyone in the world is either playing it or knows someone who is.
5. I like blue and green. Black too.

Hey Y'all

Since I haven't updated in so long I'll just do a quick update:

1. Yeah, I been away awhile, but what the hell, you ain't paying me.

2. I movedin to a nicer, bigger place with my girlfriend.

3. Make that fiance.

4. Wait no, That would actually be wife as of tommorrow.

5. My job still sucks, but in a good way.

6. I've finally connected my "computer" to this thing you call "the internet."

7. Everything thought you knew is wrong. Everyone you thought you knew will change. Life goes on, and I'm better looking than you.

I Hate You All! (I.E. Work was hell today)

Every morning I get to work the loading docks, where I work, are trashed. People just throw crap all over the place as if it was a landfill. I come in and start picking stuff up and throwing crap away as I do EVERY FUCKING MORNING. What does J1 (Who seems to think that I'm a lazy, moronic, fool) say first thing when I go upstair? He asks, sarcastically, if I could puhleeaase take just a little time to tidy up the loading docks every now and then? He's tired of it looking like trash. I resist the urge to strangle him while screaming "I'M ONLY ON THE DOCKS FOUR HOURS OUT OF THE DAY AND I CLEAN EVERY DAY THAT I'M HERE!!! WHY THE FUCK DON'T YOU TELL ALL THE JACKASSES THAT YOU SEND DOWN AFTER I LEAVE NOT TO TRASH THE PLACE AND QUIT BLAMING ALL THIS SHIT ON ME!!!!!???"

J1 and I have something of a history. But enough of him for know, save to say that I just got to work and I'm already pissed off.
Later on:

J2 tells me that M needs decaf and espresso, so I run downstairs to get it and bring it to her. She tells me that she doesn't need decaf AND espresso, she needs decafinnated espresso! So I have to take those boxes back downstairs and get her coffee. On the way, V stops me to tell me she needs three different types of chicken, C says she needs mayonaise, A wants soy sauce, and he needs me to check if we have any whole chicken in the fridge downstairs.

I go get the soy sauce and mayo, V comes downstairs to see if I've gotten her chicken yet (I think to myself "Well, your down here now, why don't you get it?.") We go to the freezer together because I'm not sure what the boxes look like, she points out two of them, but can't find the third. I bring what I have upstairs.

M tells me that now she needs Irish Cream and Vanilla coffee. M2 wants four different types of cookies. V wants platters and says that the chicken she wants is in the big box we thought couldn't be the right one because it was so big.

I dash downstairs, spend ten minutes searching for the platters because they're in a box that says plates, grab the irish cream, but forget what the other flavor M wanted was, and I grab the chicken.

Bring this stuff upstairs, and ask M what the other flavor was. It's Vanilla, and where's her decaf espresso? M2 wants to know if I got her cookies.

Run back downstairs, grab decaf espresso and cookies, run back up.

M says she needs dried cranberries. I grimace. She apologizes, saying that she just found out. A asks if I remembered to check if there was any whole chicken downstairs.

I head back downstairs, and search through 15 boxes of various meats that were just delivered. The last one is whole chicken. I get the dried cranberries and bring them up to M. I tell A that there is whole chicken downstairs. He asks me to bring it upstairs. I ask him why he didn't tell me that the first time. He says he did. I say no he didn't, he specifiacally said to CHECK if there was any downstairs. He continues to deny it, but I just shrug it off and go get the chicken.




Maybe now you all know why I'm so fucking happy all the time.

Ummm...

I haven't done a real post in awhile, so here I am! Too much of nothing is going on with me now. I work at a college and it's summer, so now I only work part-time and I'm lucky to get that. Needless to say money's tight, and since most of the fun stuff I know how to do (besides sex and other shit that just takes too much effort {I'm lazy in the summer}) requires at least some cash, I'm screwed.
At least I'm now living with my hot El Salvadorian girlfriend, which means there's food on the table when I get home. The first time I came home to dinner was like paradise. I thought to myself "You mean I don't have to cook before I eat, I can just eat now? Kick ass!!" I guess I'm easy to please.
The best part is house cleaning. All I have to do is buy her a broom and leave. Room's clean.

Okay now random:
1. My girlfriend's name is Flor.
2. I hated Star War's Episode Three.
3. I loved Kung Fu Hustle.
4. Jenn's lazy, I don't care what she says, she's lying!
5. My eyes are blue, but sometimes their green, and other times grey.
6. That's it babes, kick ass.

Goddam I'm Sexy!!!!

Check out the pic! Told you I was hot.

New Link

I've linked my site to The Best Page In The Universe. Need I say more?

I Think You're Stupid

Lately my general opinion of people, in general, has been getting lower. It was never really high to begin with, but people are complete morons. I mean, almost every time I hear someone complain, about another person, they always say something completely hypocritical. Assholes always say so-and-so's an asshole, no one uses the word bitch more than a real bitch, and it's always the idiots who sat shit like "she is sooooo stupid."
Is this some strange law of nature? Do we always see in others the worst that lies in our selves. I like to think that I don't, that I'm somehow different, but am I? Then again, it's my willingness to ask myself questions like that, to challenge my own beliefs, to question my own motives, that makes me different. Maybe I'm just foolin myself and I'm just another moron.
The people that irk me most are fools that think they are somehow better than everyone else. Idiots who thinks themselves geniuses, fools that think themselves wise, religious fanatics who think themselves 'saved' because they believed what some other religious fanatic told them.
Maybe I dislike that type of person so much because I fear I am that sort of person myself. Maybe I think that I'm somehow wiser than the rest of you, but am really just more the fool.

Who do you hate most? What does that say about you?

T-shirt Ideas 1.1

I never buy t-shirts with slogans on them. It's like buying a fucking lifestyle. So I thinking of starting a line of t-shirts. I'll call it the "Ambercrombie's My Bitch" line of shirts. Possible slogans include:

1. I could kill you with my bare hands and a breadstick!
2. (front) Fuck off Bitch! (back) Have a nice day! :)
3. (front) I'd murder you for a bagel (back) and I hate bagel's.
4. Yes, mine is bigger.
5. (front) Kiss me! (back) I'm an asshole!
6. Real Men couldn't give a fuck about what a fucking t-shirt says real men do.


For Women:
1. I Got Milk! (directly across the chest)
2. Wicked Bitch with a Chest

No, I'm Not Dead

Okay, I haven't posted in forever, but I don't have my own computer. And lately it's been kind of annoying to truck my ass all the way to the library just to tell everybody about my day (which would mostly consist of me trucking my ass over to the freaking library anyway). When I get a computer I promise it will all get better.

Updates about me:
1. I have a hot El Salvadoran girlfriend (she's VERY ticklish)
2. I still kick ass
3. I'm still insanely hot
4. I still don't have enough money (by the way, where's my 50 bucks, dammit!)
5. Go see Kung Fu Hustle, it was funny as a blind guy playing with a blender
6. I haven't read anyone's blog in like forever ( I'll get to you)
7. God damn, I kick ass.

To make a Keegan

3 parts Snuggle-puppy
1 part ice-cold heartless prick
1 pinch of complete asshole
a dash of too smart for own good
a smattering of too stupid to give a fuck2 parts silliness

Pour into a devilishly handsome container and strain out all common sense.

Enjoy! :)

No, I Didn't Get Laid

Sorry if you were betting on me, but I went out, felt tired, and went home to go to sleep. I know, I know, that's totally lame, but what the fuck, sleep is more important to me than sex. Takes less effort :p.

Speaking of sleep and sex, now that my neighbors are gone (they were arrested) I will no longer be woken up 6:00 A.M. Saturdays to the sounds of their lovemaking. The first it was funny, then it just got boring. The worst part was the fact that she was so faking it. It was fucking obvious. I mean the bed is going squeaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueak and she's going Moan....Moan....Moan....Moan....
Dude, if I thought a girl was faking I'd literally just stop and say "You're faking it, aren't you?" Shit, if you aren't actually enjoying it, let me know, don't fucking lie to me (unless you're saying something like you love big daddies dick, I want you inside me hot stuff). I'm not saying that I'll get you off guarenteed, but I wanna try, and if I can't, then just tell me I'm so hot you'll give it up even without the pleasure. 1. It's true. 2. It'd make me feel like a studmuffin anyway.

I'm working on pictures, no garuntees, but I wanna see my hot body on the computer.

Oh hey, I've met someone.

Happy Birthday to Me. . .

Today's my birthday and I forgot to make any plans. I'm sure I could just go out and get shitfaced (it IS St. Patrick's Day after all), but I don't really like to drink. So I'll guess I'll just go see a movie and then try to score some chicks!! They'll all be drunk!!! Who wants to bet I get laid tonight!!?