I went to the bar last night and I had no drunken posts anywhere. Then again, I wasn't drunk. Nothing to say except I'm looking forward to Dave's bash this weekend, which I'm told will be fully stocked with aupairs, so that's cool.
Four pitchers and six jager bombs later, I'm finally feeling decent.
Still, I have all the regrets of the past, but fuck the promises I made.
And now, the song that's been on my mind for the last two months:
"Empty cans" by the Streets
If I want to sit in and drink super tennants in the day I will, No-ones going to fucking tell me jack, But can you rely on anyone in this world? No you cant; its not my fault theres wall to wall empty cans Everyone wanted this to all go wrong for me from the start, Its fucked up that a mans life can just be attacked, Watching this morning with a beer is much better relying on, Unknown cunts for mates i was given that don't have my back. Scott texted me to say he'd have a look at the TV for me, But i layed it down telling him to fuck right off chap. Phoned this company out the yellow pages; Told them to take away the TV and fix it quick snap. The next day they took away the TV and told me they'd repair the little bit, Thats broken round on the back. I thought that would be that but the next bit was on top, This was where it all started to get a bit out of hand.
No-one gives a crap about Mike; Thats why i'm acting nasty. You know what you can do with your life; Introduce it up your jacksie. Coz No-one gives a crap about Mike; Thats why i'm acting nasty. You know what you can do with your life; Introduce it up your jacksie.
The TV man comes back later, knocks on mine, To say he's found something in the back of the TV, I'm looking at it absolutely speechless, Cant quite believe he's trying to pull this fucking stunt on me. I knew it was a simple case of the power supply gone on the back, But he's trying to tap me up for more money. He says its not like that and im like fuck off and die, And stick up my two fingers and one more to make three. He says dont talk to me like that, and i don't understand, Face is in his face and i tell him i understand perfectly. And he grabs my shirt and i grab his face with my hand, So he brings his fist up and twats me a good one on my cheek. Now im trying to pull his head down so i can knee it, But he's got my ear; he's twisting it round so much that its really hurting me. And we both go down on the floor, and he pushes my head back; Onto the corner of the fridge which is total agony. Then he gets up and runs out the kitchen, and out of the door, Shouting stuff to me, slams the door shoutin' at me. So here i am in my house, drinking on my own settee; Everyones a cunt in this life, no-one's there for me.
No-one gives a crap about Mike; Thats why i'm acting nasty. You know what you can do with your life; Introduce it up your jacksie. Coz No-one gives a crap about Mike; Thats why i'm acting nasty. You know what you can do with your life; Introduce it up your jacksie.
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If I want to sit in and drink super tennants in the day I will, No-ones going to fucking tell me jack, But can you rely on anyone in this world? No you cant; its all my fault theres wall to wall empty cans. I sat in the kitchen all fucked off, Imagining over and over what they're all doing behind my back. Dodgy things going on, actions i regretted, Stain bottle with a pipe and tin foil on the matt. Scott texted me telling me he'll have a look at the TV for me, And I Felt like just telling him to fuck right off chap. But what he said about wanting to do the right thing by both mates, And then opting to stay out - it seemed to match. But i's told him he could make it up by fixing the TV, He said thats the least he could do to square things flat. I thought that would be that but then the next bit was mad, This is where everything started to all turn back.
The end of the something i did not want to end, Begining of hard times to come. But something that was not meant to be is done, And this is the start of what was.
He had to unscrew about fifteen screws before he could pull the panel off the back, To get in the fecking thing; But just as he did so, he said he saw something, That slipped inside behind the panel - down the back of it. Must have been some leaflets or a bill maybe, I didn't want to lose the bill incase it was a final warning. So we both treid to get the back off and work out if there was any more screws to get out, Or if we left any in. And when he looked down the back of the TV, his eyes just froze, Before he rammed his hand in saying, no shit. He's looking at me absolutely speechless, he can't quite believe what hes trying to pull out the slip. I get up wondering what he's smiling about, he's shaking his head at this point, With the biggest of grins; I look down the back of the TV and thats where it was, in all its glory - my thousand quid.
The end of the something i did not want to end, Begining of hard times to come. But something that was not meant to be is done, And this is the start of what was.
About 2 this afternoon the last of the people left my house, Coz they never stop chattin' til all the rackets gone. I really feel like things clicked into place at some point, Or maybe its the fact that me and Alison really got on. Or maybe its that i realised that it is true; No-ones really there fighting for you in the last garison. No-one except yourself that is, no-one except you. You are the one who's got your back 'til the last deeds done. Scott can't have my back til the absolute end, Coz hes got to look out for what over his horizon. He's gotta to make sure he's not lonely, not broke. It's enough to worry about keeping his own head above. I shut the door behind me, huddled up in my coat, Condensation floating off my breath, squinted out the sun. My jeans feel a bit tight, think i washed them a bit too high; I was gonna be late, so i picked up my pace to run.
The end of the something i did not want to end, Begining of hard times to come. But something that was not meant to be is done, And this is the start of what was. The end of the something i did not want to end, Begining of hard times to come. But something that was not meant to be is done, And this is the start of what was. The end of the something i did not want to end, Begining of hard times to come. But something that was not meant to be is done, And this is the start of what was. The end of the something i did not want to end, Begining of hard times to come. But something that was not meant to be is done, And this is the start of what was.
I sat through "Haunt" again, this time all the way through and even the alternate ending. I'm going to have to watch this film a few more times with various people, so I will refrain from making comments on it. Rev might make a few comments though. He was anxious to write a review.
Speaking of Rev, he spouted some nugget of wisdom that is in no way shit, and similar things have been weighing my brain down lately. I've been trying to sort out my thoughts on my recent four mile plus bike rides, but although it's helping me get in a bit better shape, I can't sort out one thign from another. I'll just stop there, because it's better that I keep that stuff in. It's worked for the last year or so anyway.
I'm thinking of picking up a second job to bring in more money, and I keep talking about it and not doing it. I hate that I need to, but hell. I need the cash. The sooner I get more cash, the sooner I can feel better about other things.
Holy crap, this turned into one of those locked LJ posts really damn quick, didn't it?
New Pope - Yep. There's a new pope in town, and he's rolling bratwurst-style.
Supra Sale - That's right. I'm selling the Supra. Comment with your email address if you want details. I'll probably put a page up for the car soon anyway.
SFKK/PKI Trip - a trip report is forthcoming.
Haunt - I got the new copy, so now I just need to set up viewing dates.
Ernie - Ernie from EHOWA stopped by this site after harassing Sean a bit. Remnants of his visit can be found in the pictures in my flickr feed which bear Sean's image.
Well, I know I've been lax on film reviews, and I'll have to give my review of "Vampz" in the near future. But that's not why I bring this topic up.
You see, I reviewed a film called "Haunt" -- and independent film I bought on Filmbaby.com. Normally, I wouldn't write reviews, but I thought "Hell, I need some decent content on this site, might as well review some films or something." This made "Haunt" the perfect piece.
Well, I wasn't enthralled with the film like I thought I might be. You can find out what I said by reading this review. It managed to get the attention of the filmmaker and got him to comment (which you can read on that same page). This means two things: a) I pissed someone off with my comments, and b) some search engine realized I got rid of my robots.txt file and was allowing my site to be indexed again.
I really wish I knew what engine and query brought up my review.
But, the filmmaker did say he'd send me a cleaner copy of the film. So here lies my challenge to my local readers. When I get the new copy of the film, I'm going to watch it again. I want to see if my opinion changes, and I want to see if yours does too. I'd like other people to review this film to either be put on your own web sites, message boards, or journals, or here on my site.
Anyone want to be on board for this? Popcorn, caffinated and alcoholic beverages, and "Haunt". Comment and be heard.
Not much to say except the car is for sale, and I'm pumped for this weekend's trip. I should be hitting 100 roller coasters by the end of the weekend, if all goes well.
There was craziness at the wedding and quite a few drunk bitches, male and female alike. Much beer was had, trolls were seen, and a union was created. I added some of the images from the wedding in the flickr images to the left. Check em out.
I want Panchero's again. That place is going to be my downfall, I swear.
There's a new Panchero's at Six Mile and Haggerty. FOr those not in the know of Panchero's, its like Mexican food, but fresh and express, unlike Taco Bell, which is good, but definitely not fresh. You can watch these bastards cook tortillas for your meal as you order. They throw dough into a heated press and three seconds later, BAM! Fresh tortilla.
James K and I poked our heads in there expecting that it would be like the Ann Arbor location -- Mexicans who barely spoke English, making food for people who wanted Mexican fast.
No dice.
College kids speaking ENGLISH. That ruins the entire appeal. I liked using my three year old equivilent knowledge of Spanish to order and be that guy who orders thinking he's cool by using Spanish that I could have picked up off of Sesame Street. It makes me wonder if its as good if I'm not drunk. I'll have to see.
Ok, I'm tired of being bitched at for not updating. Frankly, I've had more important things on my mind lately than updating this site. Anyone have a kidney they could donate? Steph needs one and she is a more than deserving candidate. She's an amazing girl and a true friend. Get her a kidney, dammit.
I'll be busy the next few weekends. Rock, rock on!
