2006 September

Preach Janis

Monday, September 25th, 2006
by Tony

Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town?
I’m counting on you, Lord, please don’t let me down.
Prove that you love me and buy the next round,
Oh Lord, won’t you buy me a night on the town?

While I Was Away

Thursday, September 21st, 2006
by Tony

I actually anticipated less of a fanfare for my birthday, but maybe I’m being a pessimestic dick again. Anyway, I’ve been been in a general funk the past week, and not only becasue of my birthday (which I have every right to be pissy about, its my party and I can cry if I want to) but also because the amount of energy I seem to be lacking.

First things first, I stopped putting any consderable thought into celebrating my birthday. Since the last time anyone put any effort into acknowledging it was here. The same thing goes for holidays as well. Maybe the cause is I never got that toy I wanted as a child or maybe I’m just jade from years of disappointment, either way my past birthday was just another Tuesday to me, nothing eventful happened. Even though, my mother, my father & step-mother (both who I haven’t spoken to in over a year) left voicemail messages and some of my frat sent some e-cards, I didn’t feel like being bother and went to bed fairly early so I could get some rest. Secondly on a somewhat related topic I would like to announce that sex is not a proper birthday present. If you were offering me ass last week simply because it was Thursday, why would I think it would be any more special on my birthday? Lame or maybe I’m being an insufferable dick again.

Speaking of which, I’ve decided to keep it in my pants since I’ve been suffering though what can only be described as being bored with sex. Granted I’ve haven’t had any in some time, the general concepts and unoriginally I’ve encountered have pretty much turned me off. Oddly the need to expand my Collection and have relations with the wifey have not cease. I was told that matching blisters on my hand and penis isn’t a cute look.

Been spending some time, hanging out with a some very cool individuals. I thoroughly enjoy their company and one in particular, I’m starting to feel something for them. I find myself looking forward to Wednesday where I would go to his place to watch TV (my cable non-provider doesn’t carry certain channels), have dinner and just chill. We have completely different ideolgies, yet I see where a lot alike. And while its easy for me to put all of this out there, I can’t really say it to them since I don’t want to rock the boat. Why does being emotional suck or do I just miss thinking with my dick?

I’ve come to the concensus that I’m a Grade-A mooron. As I was paying my NIPSCO bill through my bank online bill payment system, generally not paying attention to what I do with my money, I submitted a $300 payment to go through on the 29th of September (i.e. my next payday). Unfortunately the ’2′ I used to change the date ’19′ into ’29′ didn’t go into the right box. So not checking the form before I hit submit, I sent in a payment of $2300 to go through on the 19th. I honestly think that my dick has a bigger brain.

Gone Crazy, Be Back L8r

Monday, September 18th, 2006
by Tony

I need to be off the ‘Nigga-net’ for awhile and collect my thoughts.

Birthday Blues ’06 cont.

Thursday, September 14th, 2006
by Tony

My Birthday Gift To Myself

Missing Posts

Tuesday, September 12th, 2006
by Tony

Been debating on whether or not to post this due to my mixed emotions about the subject matter and because I really don’t think I make any valid points. Essentially this is an excerpt from an IM conversaton I had the yesterday night regarding the lack of 9/11 posts on my site.

Them: Hey, why haven’t you posted anything on 9-11.
Tony: I’m not good with things like that.
Them: What do you mean?
Them: You haven’t posted anything on attacks in the past
Them: don’t you think its time you should?
Tony: dude, slow up for minute.
Tony: I dont like to celebrate death. I don’t think its a health thing to do.
Tony: *healthy*
Them: How did you come to that conclusion?
Tony: If we focus to much on death, how can we live?
Them: So you don’t acknowledge the attacks?
Tony: Of course I do, thats not the point I was trying to make. I can’t begin to explain the feeling of numbness on that day. Shit I still feel that way now.
Them: so why haven’t you wrote about?
Tony: I’ve try, but I just can’t find the words