THE TITLE IS: SMILES DON'T WORK WHEN YOU'VE HAD THINGS SHOVED UP FOR MILES

The pay the rent job is driving a nail down my spine at a sideways angle. Or in other words, it is really getting on my nerves, pissing me off, getting up my shorts- And not in any good way either on all three counts.

Mar’s mom is still in the hospital. I’m going to do everything I can to try and help release some stress I may cause or can help with. Tonight, I buy milk on the way home so my love can have coffee in the morning. Thanks P for asking and sending good wishes. I will let her know people are thinking about her mom during this time. Even some who have not meet her.

I have a ton of reports and other sorts of work to get done tonight and I have to be in at 10am in the morning so I will not be able to do much of a post. I will be starting my, “trying to eat better” effort tomorrow when I try to cut down my daily calorie intake to around 1500calories per day. I can’t quite soda cold turkey because of the headaches it gives me when I do not drink them but I plan to watch my diet on everything else. Today I did not do so well. 2060 calories. Now I don’t have exact facts on the stuff they serve in the work cafeteria so I compared to McDonalds stuff and figured it couldn’t be anymore. At least their stuff isn’t really greasy. The sodas are what will really kill me because they are 250cal per bottle. Shit son that sucks. And of course all of this will do me jack shit if I don’t start exercising also.

Right now writing wise I’m working on a script for a web comic that will be used to set up and promote the book. Still searching for an artist for it but it is coming along nicely and surprising me in ways that I think it will make itself interesting to others. Found the editor I want for the book also so that project as a whole is moving along nicely.

Well, that’s it for tonight. Keep Mar’s mom in your thoughts,
C.

THE TITLE IS: SMILES DON'T WORK WHEN YOU'VE HAD THINGS SHOVED UP FOR MILES

THE TITLE IS: WHISPERING DOWN AN ANGELS THROAT

I hate factory turtle shell politics,
I hate when it pours down raining and the wind is blowing hard and I'm not somewhere having sex,
I hate Coke....I like Pepsi. Though everyone does not know this. Everyone should because I'm really not in a good mood right now,
I hate not having enough time to put in five or six good hours writing,
I hate that I'm not writing a montly comic right now,
I hate age spotted old fucks who should really pay attention to how angry they are making me,
I love microwave pizza's my honey picked out for me,
And I LOVE MY COUCH!

C.

THE TITLE IS: WHISPERING DOWN AN ANGELS THROAT

THE TITLE IS: EATS END WEST SIDE VIEW BLOG AND WAIT A WHILE

.....Did you know it was Friday? Did you know a lot of people get off these days after Friday that they have nicknamed,weekend? Just wondering if I was the only one just finding out about this. Not that it implies to me in any sort of fashion.
C.

THE TITLE IS: EATS END WEST SIDE VIEW BLOG AND WAIT A WHILE

AND THE TITLE IS: COME DANCE ON MY SIDE OF THE STREETS LITTLE BIRDIE

When the boss is away his pet employees leave early…..SHIT! FUCK!....Blasted,............. Welcome to the chain gang Robbin.

From Work Whining To Responses To Comments Left:

If I could just get home early enough at night I would try my best to earn that fucking Doctor Who audio CD subscription. FUCKEY FUCK FUCK FUCKING DUCK SUCKING.....Pissed, I ran out of good UCK's....

Geek Speak:

Currently reading Hardcore Diaries. Mar picked it up for me at the library the other day. At the moment I’m listening to Reprieve by Ani Difranco, which I ripped to my MP3 player from Mar’s CD. See how there is a connection thing going on there. I think we maybe dating.

Back To Reality:

…Oh, God. Just fuck reality for now and move on….

I give you a good night with this by a great photographer but an even greater…showing my lack of skills there….writer.

Written at the pay the rent job,
C.

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AND THE TITLE IS: COME DANCE ON MY SIDE OF THE STREETS LITTLE BIRDIE

NOT LAUGHING AT THE SUITS AND TIES

I am really getting tired of my job. Do not get me wrong. It is not a hard job and I have been treated right but still along the lines of yesterdays blog this factory, coperate, treating people like tools atmosphere is just weighing me down. Maybe I just can not take what it seems you have to take and give out to be a high up when it comes to working for and dealing with these types of companies. I can not just sit and see people and be told to treat people like they are just points on a budget or lines in a contract. I am so tired that if I could, if there was any way possiable, I would put in my notice today. I hate myself for not being better with money in the past were I could be sucure enough to walk away from something that I feel is currupting my soul.
Written from the libary,
C.

NOT LAUGHING AT THE SUITS AND TIES