snitch and a bitch

i dropped chubby and whiskey off at the train station yesterday afternoon, and it didn't look like they brought along in type of cooling mechanism for leftover pizza.

they are truly an inconsiderate couple.

OK. This has to be said. Due to the insanely high gas prices as of late, exxon mobile has pulled in some insanely high profits. Not bad, but couple that with they've been giving their employees fake flu shots!?!

... and we're talking about lps' inability to get a date in 1979?

and hilarity ensues!



Have fun in Chi town guys!

Tommorow is Mrs. N5's birthday. I'm thinking about getting her a flair gun, that way anytime she needs me to come over and dig some some holes, she can just fire a couple of flairs in the air.

Here's something mildly sexist.

http://www.thefrown.com/frowners/becomerepublican.swf

Trust me.

Once again you blame all the world's problems on the male sexual prowess.

......sooo tired.

I assumed whiskey was going to Chicago so she could push Chubby in front of a train.

Whiskey and I are going on a big fun Chitown trip this weekend! Yay!

We are gonna eat pizza, celebrate the white sox World series win, see Modern Art, and Broken Social Scene.

Jealous much?

Ok. Blog Poll Question: Is it right to air your dirty laundy in cyberspace?

I probably should've added a smiley face emoticon. :P That makes it more human, they say.

Pop Culture says I should apologize and never blog while drinking again. HE's usually right. But I'm stubborn.

I have a hard time suffering silently. Sorry bloggo's. Especially Whiskey and God. In that order.

Ha...

If alchohol is the devil I guess you cuold say we had a bit of an excorcism at my place last night.

They're no more Satan left in my apartment. We killed that sob. Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha


Yeah. I love metaphors. Wheeeeeee. Ha Ha Ha

Speaking of rotating brain waves, thanks for turning the repeat on my winamp off Chubby that shit was driving me crazy. Ha Ha

more on rotating brain waves: myspace is computer crack. I can't get away from it and it's the same tired ass shit everyday.

Ha Ha Ha Ha

God I love Kraftwerk.

Hang in there Chubby!!

We are the future of the world. Me and my friends. We are the hope of humanity; the promise of God.

That's all in the divine plan, right?

It feels good to vent and whine and cry. That's what blogs are for.

I get it. Whiskey wants to go out and have fun. Yeah, that's great. So do we all. I just want her to show me that she is willing to drop everything to come home to me. Am I being unreasonable? She says I'm being controlling, and she's rebelling against me. It really hurts.

I had to take a day off work today. I never do that. I'm Mr. Dependable. I don't get sick. I can always be counted on. Well, not anymore.

I'm having a real hard time here. We've been together 14 months. This is definitely my longest, most serious relationship. And she's testing me. Just like I'm testing her. Who will win? Why is it a contest? I just don't understand.

Why can't she put down the drink to come home to me? Cause she needs to decompress? Blow off a little steam? Girls will be girls. You should see her when she's drinking. She's a different person. Alcohol is the devil. I'm pathetic. It's so stupid. Why do we have to be stubborn about this?

I can't seem to work my way through this. I'm just not mature enough. Neither is she.

Relationships are hard. She says to me: I'm 24, and I can do whatever I want.

Ughh.

Right, you can rip my heart out and eat it too, 'cause your 24.

This blog was supposed to be my live journal. Well, here is a taste of what I thing about. Enjoy. My mind is pretty repetitive, and so boring. I suppose all of our minds are. We just repeat the same brainwave patterns, over and over and over again. Relive the same injuries; Fantasize about the same old agonies. Boo. Boorring.

fuck tic tac. anyway that's what i figured happened. you gotta stop watching wilco bro. we gotta see some electronic act before the end of the year.

i couldn't find anybody else to go so i won't be out that way. maybe i'll stop by on my way back wednesday.