I'm Cold

Waiting for miss Cynthia to get out of the shower and then the girls to do their makeup and everything else that's fun in this world so we can head over and see Haley for the first time in absolutely forever. I had this interesting thought the other night though that I figured I'd share. How fucked up would the world be if they had hair dye and color contacts back in the Hitler era? And has anyone reincarnated him yet?

Get On My Horse

So I cheated and this is being written a day late. I tried to update it on the toilet at the Panera bread today on my phone to no avail. KMFDM was a great show, the Trap Them guys were amazing as was Toxic Holocaust and Skeletonwitch. The ride to Jacksonville was eye bleeding but I'm glad to be back in the hotel. Life could definitely be worse right now. This my yearly vacation since I didn't get one from the job this year and last year's was also spent in Orlando during Iced Earth weekend. Well I'm going to wrap this up now.

Not Much To Say

The next few days will be some short ass blog entries. I am going to leave here in about an hour with miss Cynthia and check into our hotel and then wait for Kady to get there and head to KMFDM. After that, sleep, Jacksonville tomorrow, and Tampa Saturday. So on the magic sleigh we go.

Itunes, You Have Redeemed Yourself

It wasn't a bad day so far aside from Magni with his explosive diarrhea all over the floor while I was out. But I smeared dog shit on my fathers toilet seat from throwing it away to see if he notices. I can't tell you why I'm still hungry though since I just ate two hours ago. I will say I've been in love with Itunes right now. Last night I found a classical station out of North Carolina on the new Itunes radio and listened to it until 8 this morning. Then I found the Comedy Pipe Radio Network which has been great. It had Bill Maher back when he was still funny in 2000, Lewis Black from a couple of years ago and now Eddie Izzard is on. Maybe I'll figure out how to resize my album art with the new version and then I'll rather enjoy this version. I'm getting all of my laundry done so I can pack for my birthday vacation tomorrow. For now I'm going to sit here naked wrapped in a towel because it just feels good man. Later.

Fuck You Florida

I'm not sure why it's 90 degrees and almost November here. I can't sit still because I'm sweating my ass off and I feel like I'm just tired of wasting my life. I got volunteered for some more charity work tomorrow so I at least have that to look forward to. Hell I'm even tired of updating this right now. I have nothing smart or funny or anything to say even. I'm at the point where I'm even tired of video games and haven't touched them. I've done my crosswords, played flash games, played guitar and slept. Sounds depressing if you ask me.

You Know What Really Grinds My Gears?

Ah, I have a headache from running, that is pretty sad. It feels like something rattles around in my brain or something. My father was bitching while making dinner about how he can't believe he ever married my mom because of the person she's become and how bad of a person she is or something. I went to the library and renewed the tags on my truck and gave asshole his insurance money so everything is settled for now which is a nice feeling. I am waiting for 'Role Models' to come on Cinemax since I've wanted to see it and never have. My father also wanted to see it and now that I told him it's on he doesn't remember it. But anyhow, one thing that annoys the shit out of me is how people think that bitching on the internet about hotels and stuff will magically get them free stays or something because Orbitz and Travelocity really give a flying fuck about how it took ten minutes to check in and that's why it deserves a 1 star rating from you. I guess I'm going to watch this movie now.

Sundays Suck When You Don't Have A Job

Actually they kind of blew when I did have a job too because they were supposed to be my last day of rest and peace and quiet and they were always spoiled by my father being my father. Barging in on me when I'm asleep and opening the door because he had the munchies and had to mix two brands of muffins together because he thought it'd taste good. He brought home some filet mignons from the restaurant the other night so I suggested we have them with eggs and toast or something as like a breakfast for dinner last night. He's ranting on like it were a wet dream about how good of an idea it is and how good it will be. So like the first thing he says when I wake up is, we should eat one of these scalloped potatoes with the steak tonight with green beans. His attention span and memory has always amazed me but as he coughs his brains out at all hours of the night I think it's gotten worse. I've already heard twice in the fifteen minutes that I've been awake all about him washing his bed sheets and bleaching his whites this morning. Of course he considers doing his laundry and washing the dish drainer 'cleaning the house' because the cleaning fairy is the one who keeps it up the rest of the week so obviously this is the only time anyone lifts a finger around here. Ugh, I'm fucking going back to sleep.

Gonna Be A Boring Weekend

Well I just sat here and dug through pictures for a collage so that I have something else to put up on the wall and I can make a picture thing to put in the living room over the TV cords before my father buys another poster as gay as the "Music is my Nature" one. I think I'll play some more guitar before the Yankees game at 8. I couldn't believe it because I sat and played all night and my father came home with an attitude of "Oh, since there is nothing on TV you just lay in your bed all night." I guess I'm supposed to be in total admiration of that TV every minute that I am awake like he is. Oh and I can hurry up and wait for pictures at CVS to get printed. Yay.

Still Living

Well I'm still living despite my father walking around completely naked to mark his territory of being home and it being his house. The house looks a lot better and cleaner with the shelf in the living room gone and the TV on the wall and I cleaned up all of the wires today. I wish I didn't spend the money on the mount since it won't come with me when I leave but it's okay. As long as he shuts up. I played guitar for between 4 and 5 hours tonight. I actually think that's the longest I've ever played at once. I've been playing the bluegrass tuning that Dustan sent me and finger picking so it's been great fun. So I did that and a whole lot of jerking off today and some more charity work to buy my father friends by fixing total strangers' cars. I need some new music badly by the way. I really felt like I had a meaning for updating this tonight, how wrong I was.

Evening Poo

Not only is it what I'm doing right now, it's exactly how I feel right now too. Last night's show was frustrating. Shinedown played a great 1:50 set with a little bit too much talking involved which would have turned it into a killer 1:35 set. I got fucked on backstage from House of Blues just as Kady got fucked on a photo pass. I'm no longer allowed to hang up posters at Disney and they were ready to banish me over handing out stickers. It was quite a night. I really would have liked to be at the rail for the show but that definitely wasn't happening. I'm really tired and sore for some reason and just out of it. I got home to an absolute shit hole again. Rags on the floor covering piss and dirt kind of shit hole. The wall mount I had to buy for the TV came yesterday and he wasn't smart enough to find it when he got home last night. I put it up and it looks good. I kind of hope he dies now so I can take the TV and his truck with me. Actually the grill and the shotgun I bought him would both be nice too while I'm at it. So that's my life in a nutshell. I've got to find some food badly right now because I'm just starving to death for some reason even though I ate breakfast today. I guess that's all for now.

Why Must You Be Such A Dick?

So anybody who has been reading this lately is aware of this whole earth shattering situation of the overtightened lug nuts. Apparently he went up there today and with his own two eyes they showed him that it was only torqued to 98 lb/ft. Because yes, I broke twisted a 1/2-3/8 adapter in half and started rounding off the lug nut itself to get it off to no avail prior but supposedly he watched them use a torque wrench to take it off and the needle only went to 98. Of course that would be fine and well if you could actually do that. You can't measure torque to loosen anything because you need a jolt much higher than the torqued value to break it free. A gradual 100 lb/ft. pull will not loosen a 100 lb/ft. bolt, however a jolt of 150 will break it loose and then you can turn it off with your fingers usually. So unless this place is the first place to ever be able to measure this accurately and my air gun with 600 lb/ft. of breakaway torque was just somehow defied by the laws of torque and that piece breaking in half was a total coincidence he can fuck off and die. He's just upset he had to drive 44 miles each way because they fucked up and he feels like I should have labored for hours or borrowed giant breaker bars from someone to avoid him having to go up there. But anyhow, Shinedown is tonight and I hope it goes well because I have some doubts to the whole situation.

Another Day, Another Waste

This is going to be short and sweet. I've got nothing to say. I'm not in the best of moods and I feel like dog shit. I don't even feel like ranting today. I had some good sushi and got some cheap picture frames and a belt. Call that the highlight of my week.

So Annoying, Still

Just sat down to enjoy the Yankees game finally. I slept until 10:30 and was woken up to yelling to fix the TV. So I put the new cable box on and had to fuck with the settings to get the 16:9 to work right with the new box on the TV. My back started acting up on me with the cold weather so I figured I'd lay in bed and get a few minutes of comfort. But dear God no, that's not allowed to happen. He insisted on going to Blockbuster to just get mad about how there was nothing there he wanted. He threw a fit about Patricia living in a duplex and not a house because I had to drop by her place and leave some mail for her on her back step. We went to Kmart and I got a new adapter that I broke trying to rotate his tires last time so he automatically got all excited with "now we can go home and rotate those tires!" So I decided I'd buy us floats and a sub at this wonderful sub place downtown. I explained to him how the orange and black cherry floats are more addicting than regular root beer floats but like a little kid he was like "I want root beer" really douchey like. So I buy him his float and let him try mine and how delicious it is and then he's like "It's just a root beer float, you know you can buy that soda at the store with ice cream." Then he bitched about an amazing sub because I bought the food but if he would have picked the place and bought it holy shit it would have been the best food ever. So we came home and couldn't get his tires rotated still and he tried to make me feel like shit about it and then gave me the pity party about how he has to drive to Melbourne tomorrow because of it. Then of course it's time for the million questions he's already asked me such as "why did they do that?" I went to the dump, cleaned the cat litter box and washed the dogs in time for the game. A stray female about the same color as Kady's Dr. Rockso and no more than 5 or 6 months old came up to me and started kissing me while we were washing the dogs and my father actually hostile to the point of spraying water at the dog so it would go away. I can't believe how he's getting. He's even getting bitter towards animals that aren't his own. He's still coughing to death and we went and bought cough syrup today because I guess he figures Dayquil will fix 43 years of tar in your lungs. Oh and pet peeve that pains me more than anything else in the world is when I tell somebody something and then they tell me a did you know fact of exactly what I told them. He's pulled that on me a couple of times with this TV lately and I could shoot him. That's all folks.

Talking To Walls

Today is a day that just needs to end. I woke up around noon-ish today to my phone and got to washing my truck finally. We went to Walmart and I spent the $60 that I got yesterday and he spent $50. I think it's funny though because it was $108.67 or something and every single time we go shopping he doesn't even think about it he pockets the change whether it's a dollar or fifteen. We bought a ton of munchies and he got all pissed off at me when I told him we didn't actually need to go shopping. He rants on about how I'm not observant of anything because we're out of milk, eggs, half and half and bread which still doesn't tell me it's time to go shopping because the freezer is full and we have to go buy those things weekly anyhow. I guess I wasn't observant that we were out of chips, cookies, peanuts, nutty bars, peanut butter and chicken pot pies. We saw Dan on our way out who was on his way in with his daughter. I was supposed to go to a funeral party for a lack of a better explanation with him today but my father tried to invite himself to come along and I wouldn't subject any strangers to him. He waited to get about thirty feet from Dan before picking on how he has a retarded daughter who is lost in her own world etc. because he is that demented of a person that he thrives on the 'failures' of others. Then on the way home his pot dealer called because his Jeep is broken down and I put my foot down and straight up told him that I refuse to work on it especially for free. I'm just fucking sick of being volunteered to make his 'friends' happy. I could go for a long nap so that I don't have to think about life anymore. I'm going to go for a bike ride of all things here in a few minutes because I feel fat and need to get a few minutes of freedom. My father is going to wax his truck for the fifteenth time since summer when I do so horray for peace. Now he's on my shit asking what I'm doing because I'm updating this from my bed because I put on the metal channel during dinner so I didn't have to hear another auto auction but as soon as we got done eating he put it right back on. Fuck it all.

Losing All

Just sitting here yet again watching my Yankees game. I had some side work today which was $58 that I needed and watched my Fighting Irish piss away at least a chance at the game in the last minute. I feel this God awful sort of writer's block between this and my creative writings for which I'm sorry to anyone (anyone?) who reads this. I had a 'great' idea of a direction to go with my writing that I've been working on lately and then woke up and forgot it. Kind of pathetic if I may say so myself. I'm sort of sore right now from that work and just wanting to go to sleep and wake up tomorrow and hope that everything will be better. Everybody just seems to be happier and better off without me and then I'm just the guy that is there when there are problems needing fixed. Maybe it's just me, I don't know. I just need an escape. Goodnight.

Out Of It

Watching the Yankees game. Up 2-0 in the 2nd inning which is a great start and I feel kind of weird. I had to drive all the way to Jensen Beach to get my father his new TV an I am glad that he did because oh my fucking God it's amazing seeing a full screen again. It fucked with my allergies so I took a nap and now I'm just sitting here doing nothing. I feel like I'm coming out of my skin right now because I feel like I'm being manipulated in life if that makes any sense. It's like people all have separate puppet strings that they pull on me when they need something. I can't explain it and because of that I'm not really in the mood to elaborate.

That Time Of Year Is On It's Way

Moonspell last night was a great show. I didn't get home until 4:15 but I kind of slept until 3 today to make up for it. I feel better now of course. Cynthia came over and we got some Burger King a few hours and then went to the makeshift Halloween store they have here. It's a travesty seeing how much shit costs there. There is no way in hell a cape is worth $20 and whole outfits that will fall apart after two wears should cost $70 but there are parents spending shit tons of money on their kids to shut them up. There is also an 'adult' section kind of which is basically just lots of slutty outfits for girls. I decided that as my charity to society I'd give people some cheaper Halloween costume ideas for as cheap as possible.

Prostitute: Wear the sluttiest thing you have with the shortest skirt you own and use lots of eyeshadow and lipstick.

Stripper: Same as prostitute except add more makeup and dig up your black friends' clear heels

Charlie Sheen's Ex: Find an old tattered outfit and cover it with real or fake blood and semen. Give yourself a black eye with makeup and draw some hickeys on your neck and bite marks on your arms. For extra credit make cut rope bracelets and anklets. Sounds an awful lot like a rape victim. Call it what you want.

Basement Dad: Grow an epic 'stache and dye it and your hair grey and take some fake skin and make a droopy face and just give everyone the sad eyes. Proudly wear that Austrian flag.

Basement Daughter: Just roll around in cement dust and dirt and walk around barefoot.

Lance Armstrong: Buy a pair of truck nuts and melt one side off and wear it on the outside of a spandex outfit while pushing your bicycle.

Washington Redskins Player: Find one of their jerseys at your local Goodwill and hang your head in shame. All done.

Richard Gere's Pet Gerbil: This only applies to furries, just keep on doing what you're doing guys.

Homeless Person: Just leave your keys and your phone and wallet in the center console of your car parked in the Walmart parking lot and go to the side of the road and lose all of your dignity looking for change. You might actually make some money. You can dress nice because somehow hobos still have clean clothes in rural areas, but don't type the sign or you're busted.

Baby: Buy a pacifier and a box of Depends. Crying is mandatory or else you're just a fucking freak. Only piss and shit yourself when people laugh at you.

Old Black Woman: Steal the slippers and the shower cap from the next fancy hotel you're at. Wear it with a tee shirt that barely fits you with a pair of sweatpants. Don't forget your watermelon.

I hope this helped somebody at least a little bit in saving some money.

Didn't I Just Update This?

Or so it felt that way. I just had a good satisfying night's sleep and woke up right at noon. It's kind of funny how concert days are the only days I have an agenda now. I need to run to Walmart for a bunch of nonsense and then get my hair cut before we hit the road in three hours. My money hit the bank today thankfully or else I would have been majorly fucked. Of course I need to let the dogs out and straighten up the house so that it's not AS brutal when I get home tomorrow. If I at least do the dishes it's less that he will leave for tomorrow. Of course he will fucking trash the place tonight and pretend everything is fine but whatever. I'm counting down the days until I can escape already. My mom is worried about me because she knows how crazy he is. I understand why too. He just seems like the type that would rather shoot me than see me break away from him and have my own life. Time to get going for the show tonight. I'm sure a few elitists will be there to see Moonspell and all. I've only seen them once and it was a six song set so I've been waiting for them to finally headline a show.

It Was A Whopper

I'm doing one of my favorite past times aside from masturbating, kicking the dog and eating. I'm pooping. I just ate two Whoppers from Burger King which tore me up in about an hour. It was worth it though. The bank was open yesterday so I deposited my 401k check but it didn't clear most likely because of Columbus day. If it won't work, why bother opening the bank? Just so you can have half staff and not pay the other half? You guys suck. Make the big six holidays a year the only ones celebrated by every institution. Make people work for a living. That makes me sound hypocritical I know since I'm not working right now. The kids should be in school for the MLK days too dammit. If anything make them go to school and give the students two student work days a year so kids who actually have health insurance can visit their dentists or whatever excuse gets them out of school and those places would actually be open. But I'm just rambling now. Time to wipe. I just want my money dammit.

It Was A Day...

Well today was Sevendust, I know I referenced earlier his obnoxiousness in waking me up to prove to me that he talked to Morgan the other morning, and during that conversation apparently Morgan told him he'd go to lunch with us. I tried explaining to him that lunch to a musician is more like early dinner because they sleep late and have a lot of shit to do. He didn't listen to me again and we got there way too early because at 1 most of the band hadn't even arrived yet. He called and texted a total of about 10 or 12 times being his crybaby self because nobody paid attention to him. He met basically the perfect woman for him tonight who loved sports, including NASCAR, was obsessed with Sevendust and had two children she couldn't wait to get rid of. Of course she was engaged and her fiance was there with her. It didn't stop him from being his obnoxious self though. We never saw the band before the show because my father doesn't understand the word busy and thinks that everyone's time should revolve around his and his presence is worth bowing over. The doors opened at 6:30 and just before then our tickets and aftershow party passes were available so we went in and got our spot on the rail like usual. The show was a typical Sevendust show and the crowd was the typical frat kid wanting to be metal crowd. There was a woman closer to 50 behind me who was very attractive for her age and was a nice person and a Zeppelin fan and my father wouldn't give her the time of day because she lives in Leesburg. He proceeded to bash her on the way home for a while though since it makes him feel better. Of course he claimed she was all over him and wanted to rock his world and all of that shit. Much as he claimed there was a 25 year old bombshell at his restaurant that wants to date him but he refuses because she listens to country music. After the show we got to hang out with all of the guys and I got things settled for the Tampa show on my birthday. I tried explaining to him many times before including ten times today that you only look out for yourself and nobody else so you don't turn into one of those people. He attempted to get this woman and her fiance backstage after the show to the point of literally embarrassing himself with the band and claiming they were like long lost best friends or something even though she went back to her hotel by the last time my father summoned a roadie to come bring them backstage. He showed off his tattoo of his polar bear family as his 'family portrait' to pretty much everybody today to show off what an amazing father he was to my sister and I. I went as far as letting everybody know what a shitty parent he was when he wasn't around just for shits and giggles. There were lots of beautiful women backstage with the band because there always is and he proceeded to pick them all apart like common trash because only he was perfect in his ways by interrupting conversations with people to ask meaningless questions or use an opportunity to show off his Yankees tattoos. On the way home he started with the twenty dollars Kady owes him which I told him I'd give him tomorrow when I straightened out all of my finances. He used that as his diving board to tell me how he hates what an intellectual she is because she's a know it all who thinks she's the hottest girl in the world and how I must have low self-esteem because I could do so much better than her. He proceeded to tell me how my first two girlfriends were so much hotter than my most recent two. I think it's funny because Kim had bad teeth and a strange face but huge boobs and a drug problem so she was always the best one in his books and Mandie was well a sight on her own. He pretty much spent all day bashing me and my laziness and everybody who I've ever dated as the topic of conversation to anyone who would listen to him. He even told me that I was completely oblivious to the fact that Kady wears the pants in our relationship and leads me around. And how he wants to smack her for giving both him and all of my friends dirty looks and whatever else. He bitched about how the Daath guys are her friends even though he smoked pot with them first. Seriously. He also feels like she should just keep her mouth shut and 'just be the chick that fucks John'. I just listen and laugh now because it's not worth fighting about. I attempted to earlier but it was a lost cause. He also claims that he went to college 30 years ago which makes him equally as smart or smarter than Kady, but I found out many years ago he was lying about it when a job he was applying to wanted to see proof and he couldn't provide any history of ever going so he had me pull it off of his resume. He also got mad because I wouldn't budge on taking Kady to Shinedown on the 21st. It's on a Wednesday so if he wanted he could switch his day off to go to the show but when he realized how much it cost he started in with his guilt trip of "well you only get two tickets right? And you're taking Kady aren't you? Well I guess I can't go then". I refuse to let him walk all over another band who's company I enjoy that he pretends to be friends with. He also ruined my plans for tomorrow which pissed me off pretty hard. I told him on the ride up today that I was going to visit mom again tomorrow and take her out by myself so she could get away from Keith, so he automatically dove in with how WE were going to get up in the morning and pick her up from West Palm Beach and take her back to the house so he could make us dinner and she could meet the dogs and hang out with us. He's never understood the fact that she hopes he burns in hell and would rather see him dead just like everyone else because he tells everyone what a great person she is and what a great friendship they have. So I had to nix those plans obviously since I couldn't shake free from him to visit my own mom. He also went on another kick about what a terrible parent she is to my sister because she wouldn't have turned out the way she is if he were there for her. I could go on for days about the day of hell that I endured today but I figured I'll just explain my situation to Morgan on my birthday so I don't get lumped into the annoying piece of shit category that my father is in. I never did tell my father that Morgan would reply to my texts today but not his because that would have just driven him insane. And it's sad how late I got home. It took us every bit of two hours and ten minutes to make a ride home that I've done in an hour and ten to twenty many times before. Goodnight cruel world.

It Burns!

Alright so I'm peeing out the poohole again right now. Fucking fish. They're too oily or something for me. I might have to score some Chipoltlway or something from Billy Mays. So I had a pretty good uneventful day with my mom and her ex husband all day. It was pretty much a day of discussing my fathers and my sisters insanity and how they're just like each other but in complete denial. I almost got killed on the way home by another amazing driver. Some asshole ran a red light doing about 60 in a 35. I slammed my brakes and laid on my horn and he never even as much as touched the brakes. In hindsight I wish I would have followed him and rattled his cage a little bit like the asshole that I am. It could have been epic. But I'm sure I could have called the police with his description and license plate number and they would have done nothing anyhow so I'll just wait until they kill somebody and hopefully themselves I guess. Tomorrow is Sevendust which would be grand fun without my father there to latch on their every word and beg for attention or something for free. I got my 401k check today too thankfully so that saga is over. I can't wait for the Vero Beach part of it to be over as well. My father called me to tell me that Magni didn't piss in the house so I walk in to his couch covered in piss. I grab the mop and mop it up and he denies that it's even there. It's pretty pathetic but it's done now. I'm going to shit my brains out some more and go to sleep.

Look Mom, I'm Blogging!

Here's another morning that I'm sitting here taking my morning shit and it feels like there's nothing better to do than grab my laptop and write a blog. I have this 80's song stuck in my head (Take these broken wings, and fly away again....) so I need to push that out with some metal or something very catchy. I definitely shouldn't eat a big dinner at 12:30 anymore because it tore me up right about now. Not to mention I woke up at about 6 ready to pee the bed and dehydrated as fuck. But I sure do love me some eggs. But anyhow, this feels like I'm talking to myself. I'm not a popular person even on the internet. My website lays dormant due to the overwhelming reaction to it or something like that and this isn't much better. I'm gonna finish my shit in peace now and get a shower and drive to West Palm Beach to visit my mom.

I Value Peace And Quiet

It's a little after 2 and I'm just getting out of bed. I've actually been awake for a while now but I spent the last few hours rolling around in bed just out of spite towards I'm not sure who. My father is such an obnoxious prick. He's been harassing Morgan and Lajon from Sevendust for weeks now so that he could get on the guest list for their show on Sunday and this morning Morgan answered his phone. So he talked as loud and excitedly as he possibly could and went as far as opening my door and walking in my bedroom to talk to him just to prove a point that he was really on the phone with him. He acts like talking to somebody cool on the phone is the equivalent of hitting the lottery. I don't frankly give a fuck if he talked to him or not because all he does is tarnish by reputation by association with him. But I was particularly perturbed by him saying "yeah, his fat ass is still in bed" because it's apparent that he hasn't taken the time to look at himself in the mirror lately. He just talks down to other people without realizing he still has the beer gut of a homeless Santa Claus. But whatever, I'm counting down the days until freedom. I wanted to go visit my mom today and tomorrow since she's in West Palm Beach but I think that he will entirely trash the house out of spite while I'm gone so I need to just make it a one day trip tomorrow. It really blows that it has to be that way. I'm not allowed to see my other parent without guilt and shame because he feels like he's the perfect model for a parent. I guess I'm going to do my daily crossword now because I'm tired of ranting about this shit in here. I originally got this blog to rant about anything and everything but it seems like he has overran my brain with bullshit.

A Few Minutes Late

Well, I failed on getting this done on time. Cynthia came and spent the day with me so I was sidetracked. We ate some amazing sushi tonight and watched a bunch of shitty stuff on youtube to pass the night. Then my father got home and tried playing the father figure for her. He's still a douche, don't worry, you're not missing anything. Plus there wasn't really much to say today. Patricia wants to slap a gay pride sticker on his truck next time we go to Walmart and I gave her the green light because I'd love to express all of his repressed homosexuality or whatever the fuck it is. I have been sleeping way too much too and I'm not too excited about the show on Sunday. I love going to concerts but he obviously ruins the experience. So, next week going to shows alone will be rejuvenating. And I feel like I'm getting stupid with spelling big words. Shit.

Oh Shit, Playoffs

Watching my Yankees winning 4-2, now 6-2 just literally as I typed that. The magic cleaning fairy arrived to clean the house because my father still isn't capable of such things. I got up this morning to clean dishes he left on Sunday and Monday and remnants of dog piss from I don't know when because it's not like he'd ever clean it. At least my cat is fucking adorable. He's pretty much pissed off at everybody and everything right now. Sunday night he gave me the ultimatum of how I needed to choose between him and Kady because he doesn't want her in his life. It's essentially the same thing he does with everybody because he feels like he's the most important person in the world. He's upset I went to the show last night and was even more pissed I think when he found out that Cynthia went. He tells her and Dustan how great of a person she is but he hates her just like everybody else that he knows and seeing her happy when he's still a miserable old fuck actually pains him more than he claims it makes him happy. Only Haley and Donna are immune because he dreams of Haley being a lesbian and is in love with Donna I believe. He was awake when we got home last night but he didn't say anything to me. He called me at about 7 and everyone who knows anything about him knows that he will call me to bitch if I'm not watching a Yankees game or Tar Heels game or something that I should be watching but had something else to do. Tonight he bitched about his bosses tail lights being out in his truck that I worked on for something entirely different last month. So I told him I'd look at them tomorrow so he would shut the fuck up and then he hung up. He's such a little bitch and lung cancer or emphysema couldn't happen soon enough. He's actually visually upset that my mom refused his offer (I never even actually told her) for her to stay in the guest bedroom here instead of with her most recent ex husband who she is flying down to Florida to see tomorrow so she will sign her Escalade over to him. He's a steaming pile of shit and he wants his ex wife from 11 years ago to come stay with him. He's a sick fuck. The show last night was good though. My knee is fucking with me pretty hard as of late which sucks but the crowd was something else. Clutch seems to have a bad cult following of middle aged guys who think it's good music to drink to. I get excited for their new music which is much more upbeat and fun and they like the old jam band type of their old music. We listened to a guy tell strangers about how he is a drummer for a hardcore and thrash band. He claims his hardcore band is like Converge and his thrash band is "Slayer - Reign in Blood times five". It's hard not to laugh in that douchebag's face really. He claims Wino is to guitar what Lemmy is to bass. Obviously he's never seen an amazing guitarist before nor has he ever heard of Les Claypool or Flea apparently. The crowd was filled with people like him though. It could have been worse though, we only had beer spilled on us once. I guess that's all for now. Time to go up 1-0 on the series against the Twins.

Kind Of Dead

Sitting here reeling from waking up and all right now. I'm so happy to have the house to myself for this little bit before I head to Clutch tonight. I was dead tired yesterday and at about 12:30 my father barges in my room bringing me coffee hoping that it will wake me up so that I'll go eat Chinese with him. I went and ate it and it was okay but did nothing for me. My stomach was too uneasy, just like every other time I wake up and have Chinese for breakfast, to eat sushi. I'm waiting for my knee to get better since it's just really arthritic these last few days like it used to be. I am so sick of driving to Orlando and Tampa right now, I absolutely cannot wait to move up there. My 401k was also approved yesterday after calling the old job back. So we shall see how many days it takes for them to send me money so that I can keep my electric turned on. Yes, I know my priorities are fucked up, but I made the mistake of putting all of my eggs in the 401k basket a couple of weeks ago and thinking it'd be a simple week long process and I'd get my money. How wrong I was, however as long as it comes within the next 7 days, everything will have worked out for the best.

Glad It's All Over

Well this three day weekend that would have reeked of epicness, that pretty much only reeked of good music sifting out of the shit storm I call my life has ended. I came home to 6 puddles of Magni piss last night followed up with a 5 piss, 1 shit encore tonight. He doesn't even raise his voice to the dog. I can take solace in one thing being at least MY room doesn't smell like animal feces. I just sat and took an amazing shit which was basically a culmination of all of the garbage that I've eaten lately and now my stomach is only in knots due to the pathetic pile of shit that my life is. And I go to open Itunes to find my entire library file missing. Amazing. Friday was a really good time not having anyone yelling at me about trivial shit like how my phone doesn't know directions, Saturday was a whole day of bitterness towards people who he thinks should be his friends not giving him the time of day because making it clear that you don't like him isn't quite enough. Tonight went to epic new proportions. About two miles from the house after leaving this morning he notices his headlight is out from somehow getting tons of water in it so he freaks out about how we need to go home and get a spare out of the garage even though time is already a factor and we're already thirty minutes late. I told him to go to the gas station and I'd look at it since there is a NAPA right past the gas station. I tell him it needs a bulb and he flips out that NAPA is closed on Sundays. We get there and it's open just like I said but they only have the OEM style lights which is what's in our garage, so I told him we'll hit the Advance Auto in Orlando afterward which turns into a major endeavor in his own little world. In the meantime I have Kady give me the VIP pass I bought for Cold to me as my "birthday present" so that he will flip out and lose his shit in jealousy over that without blowing my cover that I actually went and bought one without him. We dropped Trin off at the airport, ran to Advance and got that out of the way, and dropped Kady off at her car at the parking garage. She gets upset about dropping her phone and slams the back hatch of his truck shut and that was officially the straw that broke the camel's back. He spends the next twenty minutes ranting about what a terrible person Trin is and how they should have bought gas and she doesn't say thank you all the way down to how she left two humongous piles of black hair in his tub clogging the drain. I try to defend her to no avail and we get to the House of Blues and eat which is always an act of hell but it goes over smooth enough. He gives Kady $20 since I didn't have any cash and she asks if she needs to pay him back which put the glow back into his eyes. I didn't ask him to but he knows how easy it is to have leverage in fighting. I should have mentioned to never take anything from my father because kind of like the devil, there is always something tied to it on the other end. My father goes entirely creepy after that trying to find Jeremy from Cold so he can give him a joint because he only knows how to buy 'friends' and not make them. He asks Robb from Nonpoint for him and everyone else from Cold to go find him it's so pathetic. Kady made a harmless, nonbitchy comment about how maybe he had his own weed and he was off smoking it which he just saved until later. After the show (which was good I might add) we saw everyone but Scooter who had already been annoyed to death by my father before the show I guess while we were inside. My father jumped all over every band member trying to be their best friends regardless of how every other fan felt. Almost nobody got a picture or to talk to Jeremy because my father thinks that talking to him needs to be a face to face, 6 inches away encounter. He was obviously pissed off and picked up his cell phone and left. He has that way of doing that. My father claims to have his phone number now too somehow so I decided that I will go into his phone and change one digit of every musician's phone number that he has except for Ben who might actually message him back and blow my plot so that he can no longer bother them. Cold told us they'd be doing a two week Florida run in December so my father feels like he needs to be 'hooked up' for every show, etc. All bands that are struggling financially need to put a freeloader that only knows one song on their guestlists of course. He didn't get the results he wanted from the band, whatever those results were and we left before Scooter came out and literally within five minutes of us leaving he showed up. It's sad when it seems apparent that people will hide or 'talk on their phone' just to avoid him and he's completely oblivious. So the ride home is where the fun began. He started right up with what a 'cunt' both Trin and Kady are. Trin is rude, selfish, and obnoxious and Kady is self-centered know it all that doesn't know shit because she's just a college student. She leads me around by the nose and takes my money and he wants her out of his life completely and if I need to move out with her to get her away from him then so be it. He flips about how HE has to give her money and how I supposedly never paid him back for a shirt he bought her in May (which I did) and she never said thank you. Of course disregard all of the things that I've paid for lately like blinds and cigarettes that I can't get reimbursed for because Kady just keeps on taking my money and she's the reason I'm broke. He also restated the comment she made to him as "Oh, maybe Jeremy already has his own weed and he doesn't need you [random added on sentence for effect]" by claiming that I wasn't there to witness it because I must have been in the bathroom. I attempted to defend her and it just opened the can of worms about how selfish and useless she is how she thinks she's all that and she thinks she runs the house every time that she comes to visit and how it will never be her house, blah blah blah. She thinks she's hot shit but he doesn't see it, she's ungrateful and ruining my life, and that apparently makes her just like Trin. When he goes off on these rants, he doesn't call them by names he only calls them cunts. Kady is a stupid cunt who intentionally forgot her debit card this weekend so that I'd pay for everything, and by his rationale he knows this because she didn't ask me for money the entire Metallica concert. Trin is also a stupid cunt who cost him hours of time and twenty dollars in gas because she doesn't listen to him. He has a huge back story about all of the supposed chatting that him and Trin's friend Al did while detached from her and it all involved him telling my father that she's an obnoxious bitch who obsesses over Metallica and he can only handle her in small doses and that she's ungrateful, etc. They are all out to get me and apparently he's the only person who isn't going to fuck me over or something. I was soul searching for a good while to figure out exactly why he was single since he's the kind of guy every gal needs as their dancing partner. After hours of racking my brain, I cannot find out why he's still alone though. It's hard not to laugh in his face, but I'm looking at it as he will ultimately get his. I am happy to know that I will leave him with almost nothing because so much in this house is mine. Permitting I have the room I will even take the drier since I bought it too. I'd give it to the Salvation Army before I let him keep it. I know Kady doesn't understand that I just try to avoid confrontation with him for the sake of my sanity and she knows exactly what buttons to push to light the fuse with him because only I have to deal with it since she doesn't live here anymore but this is becoming a daily occurrence now and I am going to seriously figure out if I can just pack up and leave here sooner than I planned. I keep getting to this breaking point where I feel my blood begin to boil and have the urge to blow his head off with the shotgun I bought him if he doesn't beat me to it when he finds out that I'm leaving. I have never met anybody that feels so perfect in their own mind. He literally fucking fell asleep on the rail during Gojira yesterday and then was like "my biggest problem with the entire show is I wish Gojira would have played longer." He has bashed The Killer and The Star since the day he heard them and then is ranting about how great their album that he has never heard is. He befriends people at concerts and claims the band is close personal friends of his and then overwhelms musicians with his presence to try proving a point that isn't really there. He talks to everybody I know as if they're amazing people until they leave and then they're all cunts who have all of these issues with life. If he fell off of the face of the earth, the world would be a better place.

Round Three Today

Just got home at another ungodly hour from Metallica. It was an amazing metal show. Gojira played a good set, however their sound was absolutely awful. Lamb of God played a good set but again the sound was lacking but their energy more than made up or it. Metallica is Metallica and they played a little over two hours and it was awesome. I'm not going to spazz out and tell you about the songs they did and didn't play since anyone can go look it up, but I was more than impressed. I do think they kind of handicapped the opening bands sound wise to keep them from being upstaged even though they wouldn't be. I was reminded of why I hate Florida in the summer today and why I hate my father. He was an unbearable prick until Metallica came on because 45 miles into our trek today Trin realized she forgot her ID for will call. So it was another hour and change added to the trip and I understood why he was upset but he just doesn't let shit go. The show got over and he went right back to his annoying irritable self bitching about why I don't print out directions instead of using my phone because we were so lost and all. It's not like he'd ever listen to what I had to say and follow street signs, that sounds way to hard. I offered to drive home so we could get home in less than three hours and sure as fucking hell he gets pulled over for doing 76 in a 65 which sucks hardcore because now he will be scared to ever speed again. I tried explaining to him that when he does 10 under the speed limit he will get pulled over and to do about 8 or so over at all times if we're trying to make time. But all things considered it was a good day. I was kind of upset with myself because I thought about it during my two hours of sleep today that I needed to charge my camera battery and it died three songs into Metallica's set. I missed some grand photo opportunities but I did get some good pictures still I believe.

Metal Sucks

I will say heavy metal is what makes my world go round, but God damn if they don't have some of the most pathetic fans ever. Any redneck can gladly call themselves a country fan and fit right in at any concert or social gathering and not have to try. Black people of any size, shape and form and white people trying to be black can jump right on the rap bandwagon and while I may think you're an inferior person, it's not a big deal. Nobody claims to be a fan of jazz, classical, easy listening, etc., but you can tell the people who are indifferent towards music usually fall into that category. The rock and metal world is where it gets complicated though. There are tons of frat kids of both genders that jump on the top 40 rock radio bandwagon of bands like Shinedown, Disturbed, Godsmack, Creed, Green Day and everyone else that may or may not suck. They are usually easy to identify as the people who attend and look forward to that one really shitty radio festival you can care less about aside from the one good band that got thrown in there to cater to everyone's likings. There are the people on the cusp of pop rock and hard rock/metal who are familiar with the names of Slayer, Pantera, Metallica, Iron Maiden and Judas Priest and wear their retro shirts everywhere just dying to make conversation about their new found love. You can usually distinguish them by their total apathy of trying to get into new music and their knowitall-ness towards those few bands even though they don't know shit. And then you have the metal world. There is half of the crowd that listens to what they like regardless of how they feel or how others think of them, then there is the other half that is totally elitist bullshit of only liking a band or two here and there or the fat fucks and frat kids who are too cool for alt rock and pop so they go to metal shows to express their badass selves. You can usually tell by them acting like 8 year old school girls when a musician comes in their vicinity, not knowing the lyrics to the songs but screaming about how it's their favorite song, and not having any respect for their fellow metalheads. These are the people that piss me off the most. The fat fucks wearing plain white t-shirts that are going to a concert their buddy told them about to fail at getting laid, sweat all over you, jump on you to beg the guitarist for a pick and stand there like total tools the entire night while making absurd comments that make you just want to punch them in the jugular until their face turns blue and you can use them as a pedestal to see the show better. These are the faggots that steal setlists before the show is actually over and either leave at the encore or believe that every band will keep coming back for more and more encores as long as the crowd asks for it. They think just because it's half past the hour that a band can and will play another thirty minutes just because they asked for it. These people make metal suck. They don't buy music, they download it or don't listen at all and they are just leeches at shows that only help the clubs by drowning themselves in shitty beer to feel accomplished and cool. These people should die, and the metal world would be a much better place.

Oh, My Life

Well it's still going on that my 401k hasn't been approved by my old owners, this is fucking driving me crazy. I spent another 75 dollars I didn't have at Walmart last night on pot munchies and that fun stuff. I am also dead tired and shitting my brains out at the moment which is loads of fun. If I didn't mention this yesterday, I ate the peppers! Anyone who has been in my freezer these past few years has seen these Stouffers stuffed green peppers I bought just sitting there. I finally cleaned the freezer and decided to eat them. They only went out of date in March. They didn't even taste funky aside from the sauce which just plain sucked anyhow. And it hasn't killed me yet either. Gojira is tonight which will be an awesome show at a venue that holds about 300 people tops and then Metallica is tomorrow and Cold is Sunday. My weekend is pretty well spent. That means I have a whole lot of dog piss to look forward to.

Fuck The Magic Cleaning Fairy

Well I got paid today. It just stressed me out even more. Thank God I put that money in my bank account yesterday morning because 7-11 took their $3.60 late and that would have been one really expensive ice cream and iced tea otherwise. I took 300 of my 600 and withdrew it so I could give asshole $200 for car insurance and $100 for groceries. That leaves me with $250 to go two weeks on which is bad. The electric was due yesterday for $350 and I still have to go to Orlando three more times here in the next week or so plus Tampa for Metallica. If I don't get my 401k I'll obviously be blowing off the Moonspell show but this is pretty brutal. I can't believe how I'm getting fucked by my 401k. I'd completely understand if they matched us dollar for dollar and didn't want to see their money disappear, but every penny that's in there is money I put in there. I should be entitled to it without having to gain permission from a dealership of people who are bitter at me over the whole newspaper thing. That was almost two months ago already which is kind of crazy how time flies. I still have no intentions of talking to them or stopping in, but I did call yesterday and heard it'd be no problem for them to approve it. I've been logging on daily and I've yet to receive that approval and then it's another 3-5 days after they get approval to issue a check and then 7-10 to receive the check they said. This is fucking bullshit that's all. This money is pretty much what I need to get through the month of October because my father is adamant about buying his TV finally this month because he gets paid three times. He will ultimately blow it on weed and other stupid shit anyhow but I hate how everyone comes to me like I'm the one making money still.