Well I’m waiting to finish this day and go down to the shore. Can’t wait. Gonna see my good buddy Mike. He’s my oldest friend. He called me up and said it’s about time for me to visit, and I already asked for time off (made plans to go to San Diego, but later found out my ticket wouldn’t cover the total price). Mike also told me that my old coach now owns a bar in Sea Isle and got into a fight with a patron where he got hit in the eye and now needs surgery that he can’t afford. He’s throwing a fund-raiser ($20 open bar) so I’m gonna be a nice guy, wish him well, probably reminisce a little and get drunk. not a bad night
Still waiting to see if a friend is going to go with me, but I have to pack after work, so I’ll give her a call then. Saturday and Sunday I’ll be spending time with Audi’s friends at their shore house, and then on Monday – when my boss is back – I’m gonna hand him my two weeks notice. I think I’ve made my mind up, but need this weekend to expound my final thoughts.
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Know what pisses me off? when I say something then somebody else takes credit for it. It’s always happened. It doesn’t matter how insignificant it is, but I never get credit. It could be social or work related. I guess It’s more about who delivers it than who thinks of it. Like an Actor and a writer or my popular friends and me. I say something, no response. They say the exact same thing as me a little later or even a couple of days later, it’s friggin’ hysterical. I then mention that I just said that, but of course they don’t remember and now I look like an ass. And I have no proof, just my word over theirs. great. I need a cameraman constantly following me around.
(screw the RealWorld Philadelphia!)
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I have a suggestion that would help fight serious crime. Signs. There a lot of signs for minor infractions: No Smoking, Stay Off The Grass, Keep Out, and they seem to work fairly well. I think we should also have signs for major crimes: Murder Strictly Prohibited, No Raping People, Thank You for Not Kidnapping Anyone. It’s certainly worth a try. I’m convinced Watergate would never have happened if there had just been a sign in the Oval Office that said, Malfeasance of Office Is Strictly Against The LAw, or Thank You for Not Undermining the Constitution.
When you drive through the entrance or exit lane that has one of those signs, Do Not Back Up–Severe Tire Damage, and you’re going the correct direction, don’t you sort of worry about it anyway? That maybe they got it wrong? Or somebody turned the sign around? Or some guy on drugs installed the spikes? Or maybe you’re on drugs, and you think, Am I doing this right? Am I backing up? No, I seem to be going forward. Let’s see. Which way are the spikes pointing? Oh, I can’t see them anymore. I guess I’ll back up a little.
Here’s a sign I don’t like: Authorized personnel Only. Now, if there’s one thing I know about myself, it’s that I am definitely not authorized. I wouldn’t even know where to go to get authorized. Can you do it by mail? Wouldn’t baptism sort of authorize you? It doesn’t matter; I go through the door anyway. If I get stopped, I say, “Well, I may not be authorized for this, but I am authorized for other things, And your sign doesn’t mention which things.”
I’ve thought of a terrific sign to put infront of my house that will keep intruders out: Retarded Pit Bull High on Angel Dust. I dare to see anybody climb over my fence.
But watch, in a couple of days a friends will say that they thought of this first. Fuck That! This blogspot with a DATE ON IT is my proof.
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