2004 December

No More Pity Parties

Saturday, December 4th, 2004
by Tony

‘Nuff Said

Gone Crazy, Be Back L8r

Friday, December 3rd, 2004
by Tony

Been stressing out about the job lately. Actually at the point of a breakdown because I haven’t been sleeping, I spend entirely too much time at this plant and feel like everybody is making a hoopala over nothing.

I guess I shouldn’t be hating so hard, since it is a steady paycheck and I get nothing but overtime. But I see these people more then I see my family and friends. Each and everyday I hate work more and more. Everytime I attempt to go out, everyone knows that whatever it is, I’m bound to fall asleep on it. Before Thanksgiving, we all got together at Ken’s and I passed out after being there for 10 minutes. Ken spent most of the night explaining why I was unconscious. I felt ashamed that it happened. I need to get away from here, from these computers, the management and the bullshit. There’s so much shit happening here, I wish I could say what, but then my ass would get dooced.

Right now I’m irritable and tired. I don’t feel like being bothered and I haven’t been here for 2 hours yet. I have over 10 hours to go before the cycle starts again.

My Twelveth Daze

Thursday, December 2nd, 2004
by Tony

Let me get started by saying I officially don’t care for Christmas as a hoilday.All the fuss about buying gifts and other hoo-rah is unnecessary. Shit kinda loses its magic when you turn 13. Anyway I fully support anyone whille to feel the spirit of giving, by all means pay a visit to my Amazon Wishlist, there’s a lot of things priced under $20 or Donate to my Paypal account. Help created a balance that will keep North Farson Street alive. Now on with the show…

My Twelveth Daze
On the first day of Chirstmas, the wife financed for me; a G5 wit lots of memory
On the 2nd day of Christmas , my momz laid-away for me; 2 Ken Cole suits
On the 3rd day of Christmas, the chick at the office grab-bagged to me; 3 DVDs
On the 4th day of Christmas, the homies got me; 4 sacks for smoking
On the 5th day of Christmas, the side piece sexed me; 5 times that night
On the 6th day of Christmas, my boss let me have; 6 days paid vacation
On the 7th day of Christmas, my pops bought for me; 7 Corona cases
On the 8th day of Christmas, my bruh paid for me; 8 table dances
On the 9th day of Christmas, I bought for me; 9 chains-all blinging
On the 10th day of Christmas, the Hustla-Man sold me; 10 flicks of fucking
On the 11th day of Christmas, genetics granted me; 11 inches swanging
On the final day of Christmas, the Sandman promised me; 12 hours sleeping

To The Asshole In The Orange Trucker Hat

Thursday, December 2nd, 2004
by Tony

Dear Red-neck Mother Fucker,

This is a correspondance of thanks to the many nights and days of ruin sleep that u have caused. You’ve taken the long-forgotten and obsolete form of telecommunication, the Citizen Band Radio, and turn it into something thats so much more of a pain in the ass. Everytime I try to get a restful night/day of sleep, I hear you blaring through every speaker in my apartment; my computer system, my stereo system and my home-entertainment system, looking for someone to talk. You are a sorry son of a bitch.

How much you like to be driven out of a sound sleep to “Shut up dill hole!” or “Anybody out there?” every three hours. I have to flip circuits off in the breaker box to get any solidarity because not only does your voice come through when everything turned off, your one-sided CB conversations will come through with the slightest amount of power. I can’t have company without them being scared out of their minds when voices come through the walls. The last few time I wsa lucky enough to get sex, the mood was almost thrown off because you were looking for a friend. I can’t fucking stand it anymore. I’m about ready to jump the fence into your yard and rip that damn antenna off your house and shove it up your ass.

And who’s the fuck uses a cb radio in their house. Its not police-band, you’re not in a truck. Hell, there isn’t even a good whore house in Hammond so you can’t be trying to get laid off that thing. The only thing close is the bathhouse around the corner. All the perverts, got smarter and moved to the Intarweb. You need to catch the fuck up because its obvisious that you have been left behind. I hope that you’re retarded or something to that nature because that is the only reason that can justify what you’ve been doing. You’re a sad excuse for a human being.

HIV Hasn’t Gone Away

Wednesday, December 1st, 2004
by Tony

It’s not a gay thing, a addict thing, or a pinko thing … I keep hearing it referred to as “the Ninja aka the silent killer and the less we talk about HIV and AIDS it will continue to kill.