jimmy

Driving home from dinner with feralboy, lotusblossom called me up. I think we’re going on a road trip to SF for 4th of July. I think we’re going to need a place to stay. Boo-yah!

Goddamn work. Really. Just as I sit down to try and accomplish things, they start pouring shit on me. I never feels like it’s going to end. What’s worse is that I can identify the problem. It’s just chaos that is driving me insane. So tomorrow I will start organizing and cleaning things. Fuck it if nothing else gets done. It’s so bad that I was listening and screaming along with PJ Harvey’s Rid of Me driving home from work.

The weekend is almost here. I can taste it already, and it tastes like cotton candy. Mmmmm.

Apparently it’s not a good day for the Farrells. First Perry’s little festival gets the axe. Now it looks like Colin’s full-frontal nude scene is getting snipped. And it ain’t a briss either! According to the studio bosses, his manhood is so huge it created a distraction from the plot. Hmmmm.

Someone posted in their LiveJournal regarding estranged family members. After I read it, I had to go to a meeting. I came back to find a voice message on my cell phone. Naturally I listened to it. Much to my dismay it was my aunt from my dad’s side of the family.

When my dad died in 97 (a little over 7 years ago), I was hoping what little money that he left would help fund my college education. I was just graduating high school, and after years of neglect I thought it was the most considerate thing he’s ever done*. Instead my aunt somehow got a hold of the money to pay off her car. When the rest of my supposed “family” supported her side, I disowned the whole lot of them. My last words to her was, “I hope you rot in hell bitch,” while restraining my mom from clawing her eyes out.

So today she leaves me this voice message about how she needs to borrow $10,000 from me. She mentioned cancer and my uncle, but I was so filled with rage I didn’t get the details. After 7 years of nothing, she calls me out of the blue to ask me for money?!!!! Some people have the nerve.

I have no idea how she got my number. I will kill the person who gave her my number. After I let my rage simmer (and half a pack of cigarettes later) I called up T-Mobile to have the number blocked. I really mean it when I say I want nothing to do with that side of my family. It makes me that much more gung-ho about changing my last name.

I haven’t told anyone in my REAL family because why bother them with this shit? I have it handled, and there’s no reason to raise everyone’s blood pressure. But really. This ain’t cool shit.

That ruined my day. Oh yeah. The work thing also ruined my day. Heh.

It looks like Lollapalooza is cancelled due to poor ticket sales. It’s a shame because it looked like a really strong line up w/r/t music. I guess in the end the big names (hence big money) does matter.

Now I know it’s all about the money, but for once I was hopeful that maybe the music would be the primary component. I can’t help being an optimist despite the cynic raging in my core. Oh well. Perhaps I will be able to see PJ Harvey, Sonic Youth, the Pixies and whoever else in a venue closer to me.

I’m so rested right now. I slept for an eternity yesterday and now I’m ready to take on the world. Arrrrrrrrrrrr!

I left work moderately on time to come and crash. I crashed in a bad way. I emerged from the dead at 8, and now it’s off to bed I go.

I’m having these internal dialogues that are killing me for the past month. They go along the lines of

A: You’re stupid.
B: I’m stupid.
A: You’re stupid.
B: I’m stupid.

And so on. Fortunately I keep these dialogues internally (hence the term).

Ok. That’s it. I want someone to call me to sleep right now.

I’m back from Vegas. I ended up taking 0 pictures since my camera is bulky and I don’t have a small man-purse. Whatever. But it wasn’t all that hot, so walking around in the middle of the day was quite pleasant. Also it wasn’t crowded which weirded me out. Unfortunately that meant a deficiency of eye candy, but that’s all right.

Um. Work tomorrow. Do you think I can make it?

In several hours, my ass will be driving to Vegas. This means I should probably pack right now. But I just got up, and I don’t feel like it. Really. I knew it was a mistake giving my cell phone number to my employees. Oh well. I guess that’s why I get paid the not-so-big bucks.

Let me clarify some things. At work yesterday, people have been warning my new hire about me. Hell, even I warned him about me. What other supervisors cuss people out, shout in the middle of the office and generally doesn’t give a fuck? But people have been telling him, “Oh James isn’t shy.”

Well I may be loud and vulgar. But I do consider myself shy. I find it hard to talk to people especially about the important shit like how I’m feeling. I can’t say those things because… Well I’m trying to work on that lately. I’m such a chicken-shit, but whatever. I’m going to Vegas and you’re not. Well unless you’re urbanemonkey, my_bootay, trrz, Bryce and shit. Oh. I’ll shut it.

Here is a lovely story about a Guantanamo training exercise gone wrong (via LA Times).

Excerpts:

But the five-man MP “immediate response force” sent in to extract him was not told of the exercise. According to Baker’s lawyer, the soldiers were told that Baker was an unruly detainee who had been doused with pepper spray after assaulting a sergeant.

But the beating continued, according to Baker, until the jumpsuit was yanked down in the struggle, revealing his military uniform. Only then did the MPs realize that they had been beating an American soldier causing a traumatic brain injury, Baker alleges.

So apparently it’s ok to cause severe head trauma to the brown people, but if they’re white then it’s intolerable? Well according to the Geneva Convention:

Prisoners of war must at all times be humanely treated. Any unlawful act or omission by the Detaining Power causing death or seriously endangering the health of a prisoner of war in its custody is prohibited, and will be regarded as a serious breach of the present Convention. In particular, no prisoner of war may be subjected to physical mutilation or to medical or scientific experiments of any kind which are not justified by the medical, dental or hospital treatment of the prisoner concerned and carried out in his interest. (Convention III, Part II, Article 13, 12 August 1949)

Fuck them.

Oh. Wasn’t my last post funny? Fucking hilarious I tell ya!

After looking at the results of the last big meme going around from all of you people, I have decided that I comment too much. So effective immediately I quit LiveJournal.