There was a violent and vicious storm that rocked Chitown like a hurricane, and everyone stood still in silent awe of God’s power, scared shitless that a bolt of lightening might strike them down.

While everyone marveled and gasped, some new coworkers were coming up to me and saying ‘What a first week you’ve had! First a rally and now this!’ and I smiled. Some of my female co-workers were starting to warm up to me I think, or so it seemed. Though strangely one of the neighbors in the office across from me (a gay guy I think) suddenly seemed like a little bitch for no reason towards me. Whatever!!!! You know what your attitude feels like? Lace against my skin…that weak.

I went over to Vietown and got myself some pho and a banana with mango coconut smoothie with tapioca pearls inside. I was busy researching (surfing the web) and doodling in photoshop. I noticed that there’s a ton of asian hunnies that work in the building, as I felt like I was being appraised when I came and went and noticed that I was…feels good, y’know? Nothing like a little side validation right? Look but don’t touch…if you touch it she’s gonna cause some drama…

Oh wait…I love drama…my lifes a dramedy. Must be the Korean aspect of my soul.

While most look forward to the weekend it seems like a fart in the wind thats going to pass like a vapor. There’s no savoring of it, no time to sit and breath and let myself enjoy anything. Life’s become this dangerously dull ongoing episode of tawdry little triumphs for me now. I only want to achieve my little dreams, and maybe help others along the way. Maybe, just maybe become a beautiful being…

posted on 19.06.09

I grow sickened of hearing about female heartbreak.

It’s plastered everywhere I look and turn in the wilds of the interweb wild…they act like they’re rape victims or something.

Just stop it, it’s old and tiresome. Suck it up, or suck it.

Get a hobby, but don’t make manhating one of em. Go buy a fucken Chiapet. Cha cha cha chia!

posted on 18.06.09

And she dies 7 hours later.

Sad.

posted on 18.06.09

Well shit on me…Living Green? Not quite, more like brown. The UK city Manchester came up with a genius plan to turn biomethane (some shit in shit) into odorless gas. They actually have to add a fake gas smell to it. I find it ironically delicious that you actually have to make gas that was made from distilled shit stinky.

posted on 18.06.09

I’D NEVER IMAGINED I’d be attending a rally in the heart of Downtown on my first week at any new job, quite a trippy experience. I like my co-workers, some of them at least are quite sweet and friendly. THIS WEEK WAS SO strange and tripnotic. I can’t even express it in words, this working in the hood I grew up in on the near north side. I was living in a sweet condo only a few blocks away last year, one that my sister owned and that I rented. Unfortunately she was too much of a nasty bitch for me to ever want to live in closeness to. It’s sad, but oh so true.

I guess I shouldn’t feel any sort of remorse in this lack of sibling relations. I hear it all the time about sibling falling outs. Well, I guess all I can do is envy the ones who are tight with thiers. I unfortunately had the damndest luck having to have had a monster for one, a complete and utter narcissistic cunt. If only you knew, if only…

AS USUAL I can’t quite figure out what others thoughts are about me. Some regard me with curiosity and suspicion, of course. There’s a few ladies there, caucasian ones who seem moody and grouchy. The black women are real laid back and all smiles. My big big boss is a classy sassy black woman with a beaming personality. My immediate boss is real nice too, very cool personality.

THERE’S so much hot ass going around in uptown that sometimes, I’m thinking I’m in downtown. Shit on me, where are all these hot pieces of ass when I was always on the prowl and terrorizing all of the single sultry sylphs of Shitcago? Prob hiding.

posted on 18.06.09

posted on 16.06.09