finding out the hard way that spicy means way too fucking hot for me...

i had a nice talk with the muse last night. i'm really happy that she's doing well out on the west coast. hopefully she'll realize one day that she should be with me, but i won't hold that against her.

i got up this morning and was feeling pretty good. of course, i should have realized that was nothing more than fool's gold. shortly after i started eating breakfast, i got the shits. i tell ya, my body was wonderful timing. not like i didn't have basically a full day in public planned today or anything. thankfully, a couple of pills later and i felt much better.

i drove mom down to the place where we donate clothes. thankfully, a parking spot opened up right as i pulled up. we got rid of a ton of clothes today. hopefully they go to some needy people. after that, we drove a few miles to the used music store where i go to sell off my CDs. i must have picked the right ones as i made $50 today. much better than the last few times in there. that just about covers what i spent on Christmas. thank god for the $100 in gift cards that i used as well.

after that we drove to a steakhouse to get some lunch. mom had a gift card to use. of course, that machine wasn't working. i decided to try the spicy chicken as my appetizer. after a few bites, i thought this isn't that bad. after a few more, i believe my asshole started to pucker. being the stubborn male, i finished all of it. my lips were on fucking fire. thankfully, the steak burger cooled that down greatly. overall though, the food was great. of course, when i wake up in the morning with the shits again, i'll probably be singing a different tune.

then, it was time for the grocery store. i truly felt like the dirty old man tonight at the store. all these teenage girls in with their mothers and all i could think about was what i wouldn't give to be 15 again and know what i know now. i imagine i'll have a few creepy poems to write here soon.

tv was pretty good last night. i did laugh at The Big Bang Theory. the writing and timing of that show is top notch. i picked the football game wrong last night but my defense got me 16 points. that gets my fantasy football playoff game off to a great start.

i have no damn clue what i'm going to watch tonight. i imagine if i get bored flipping through the channels, i'll end up doing the dishes and taking my shower tonight. i think the electrician is supposed to be here in the morning, so it's probably best i take it tonight.

i have a long crazy Saturday in front of me. Dayton plays on the road, i'm taking my friend Paul to his first NHL game, and the Rangers are playing late night up in Canada. more on that craziness tomorrow morning.

i hope everyone has a great weekend in store. thanks again for allowing me to waste a few minutes of your precious time.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Arcade Fire - Wake Up
The Orwells - Let It Burn (Live)
Walk The Moon - Shut Up and Dance
Paolo Nutini - Iron Sky
Brett Dennen - Queen of the Westside

"Alcohol may be man's worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy." - Frank Sinatra

there's always time to panic...

i actually did get out and take some pictures yesterday. got a few good ones that i really like. here's a few of them. the rest can be seen in the slideshow on the right hand side of this blog.

i picked the NFL game right last night. my kicker got 4 points, which is much better than what i was fearing was going to happen when it looked like he would get none. i'm trailing in both of my fantasy matches but it could be much worse. Green Bay found their running game last night. that helped me greatly.

mom decided she needed to get out of the house today. so, we decided to go out to lunch to the one sports bars she likes. this would also allow her to test her hearing aid. we started to drive and it started to rain. i haven't driven my mother's SUV in the rain before. so, once i figured out the wipers, i figured all would be well. not so much. we were on the highway, in the construction zone, and all hell broke loose. a thunderstorm out of nowhere was bringing down buckets of rain. i'm trying to get the wipers to move faster and the fucker in front of me decides to slam on his brakes. luckily, i'm not a person who panics. i applied the brakes, slowly, to hopefully not spin out or flip since we were on wet pavement. and just like that, the rain became drizzle. anyone who questions me when i say i'm here for god's amusement is a fool.

lunch went well. i made sure to start drinking so i wouldn't be driving back home. i don't care for the highway, especially when it's always under construction. thankfully, the alcohol helped with my bad back.

tonight will be another clusterfuck for me. the New York Rangers play another preseason game tonight against Chicago. at the same time, there is a wrestling ippv on YouTube that is free tonight that i really want to watch. so, i guess i will be swiveling in the chair from the tv to the computer. good times. and hopefully all that is over in time for me to watch The Knick tonight. i can't wait to see how my back feels after this tonight.

i'm planning on being on here tomorrow morning before Ohio State plays at noon. of course, that all depends on how i'm feeling as it is supposed to get down into the 30's tonight once this cold front moves through. good times.

i hope everyone has a great weekend. remember to only drink and drive if you're good at it and only fuck the ones that cough.

thanks again for allowing me to waste a few minutes of your precious time.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease...

music:

Arcade Fire - Wake Up
Grant Lee Buffalo - Fuzzy
The Stone Roses - Love Spreads
FIDLAR - Cheap Beer
The Black Angels - Evil Things

"I think anybody who bets on horses and says they win is probably a liar." - Clive Owen

an afternoon out and about

when mom said she wanted to go to lunch and then the store today, i figured that gave me a reason to take a shower. figured if i was going to fuck with my stress level and expose myself to humanity, i may as well be clean. we went to O'Charley's for lunch. i hadn't been there for years. we had some great food and a great waitress. if i had some more confidence and was a smooth fucker, i would have totally flirted with her when she brought me my second beer. unfortunately, it would have taken a few more of them and some shots to get me to the shit talking stage. we had to hit up the grocery store for the slew of over the counter shit we take. at least we had coupons for all of it. saw a few stunning women at the store. there will definitely be some poems about them here soon. and the children they were with. i just love how i can scare the shit out of a kid just by walking by. that's a fun game to play when i'm getting annoyed or bored in the store. not even sure my mother knows i'm playing it. yes, i do know i'm crazy.

the Yankees lost last night 5-2. so much for that winning streak. hopefully they start another one tonight. they can't afford any losing streaks if they want to make the playoffs.

the season finale of Tyrant was excellent last night. a nice swerve at the end that caught me off guard. hopefully, there will be a second season for the show. when a coup goes bad and the show ends with the brother saying he will sentence the other brother to death... i kind of need to know what happens next.

Hard Knocks was the usual fake toughness from the Falcons. i had a few good laughs during the show.

as for tonight, i'll be watching Big Brother, the season finale of Brew Dogs, and The Bridge. hopefully, between the shows and some baseball, i'll have a good evening.

hard to believe college football starts tomorrow night. where the fuck did the summer go?

i heard back from a publisher on some poems i sent over a year ago. ah, i just love email and how shit gets lost sometimes. needless to say i will be sending him some work in my next batch of submissions. that will happen in a week or so i think.

that's all for me today. thank you for allowing me few minutes to waste your precious time.

be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises, and dirty pennies from heaven.

peace and chicken grease my enemies...

Jason Isbell - Southeastern
St. Paul & The Broken Bones - Half The City
The Afghan Whigs - do to the beast

"We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey." - Kenji Miyazawa