For Summing up October & November I am, yet again… posting my old profile as a blog:
I’ve become kind of stoic in the last few months…
between always being tired from working two jobs, and getting shit faced every moment I can in my off time, I think I might be burning myself out. I’m trying to do what I’m supposed to do… that great american dream, buy a nice car, buy a nice house, find a good woman, have fun, drink, smoke, be merry.
Ha, life is good, but it ain’t a bowl of cherries that’s for damn sure. I don’t really know what’s so special about myspace.com and my compulsion to write my deep thoughts out onto this digital canvas to for the whole world to see, but after reading some of these other peoples Blogs and profiles, I’m pretty fucking tame.
I’m a computer guy by day and a pizza man by night, I work an average of 75 hours a week between the two. I sit in an office all morning nursing my hangovers and taking long lunches, stressed out and yet bored off my ass at the same time trying to make the boss man happy… then I transform into psyco pizza guy, driving a 4 cylinder like I stole it baby, I love this gig, I drive like an asshole down the streets and brick roads of downtown and get PAID for it. I’d give both jobs up in a heartbeat for something that I could get some kind of career going with, but man look….
I’ve got a Bachelor of Science Degree, and I make more money delivering pizza than any entry level tech job, how sad is that?
I bust my ass to make my money, I’m not going to take a pay cut and cut off my hair just because some wormy little cocksuckers at some big corporation wants to pay me dick for a job that any asshole with a G.E.D. could do.
Moving onto my home life… yea, It’s sad that I pay more in rent to live with my “poor sick uncle” than I did when I had an efficiency all to myself, but for the next few months, it gives me and my 2 cats a nice place to live. I moved in with him thinking that I would save up money to by a house with after I paid down all my bills and got my credit all spiffy… but now hes wearing me out… and I got a new car payment to think about… so… Now that he’s through all that radiation treatment, I think I can safely say he’s going to be ok and doesn’t need me to CLEAN UP AFTER HIS SLOPPY OLD MESSY ASS anymore.
if there is that much coffee on the floor, on the counter, in the sink, on the rug, on the couch, on the cabinets, how much actually makes it to your lips? I kind of got scammed into the whole deal with the “I’m going to die soon” drama, I mean… he’s family… I love him… of course that bullshit worked on me. fucker.
Yea thats right, I have cats, 2 of them. they are my baby girls. And to wrap it up, why am I here? I found this site through someone I met from good ole hotornot.com and then met a few people and hung out with them from this site. I look at meeting new people like having a new adventure to add to the list. People are ate up, I’m no better, it’s fun to get to know people just as flawed as I am. Girls always think your out to fuck, I mean… we all gotta do what we gotta do… I just like to take my time.
Sure, I could meet someone off here and fuck em and never talk to them again, or never get talked to again, but… what good would come out of that? Whats wrong with just hanging out and having fun and letting the rest of it just take care of itself? I got the whole gamut of head games from women, and I just don’t want to play anymore. I am exactly what I represent myself to be, a rebel pizza man with 2 cats and passion for tomorrow.