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Monday, June 22, 2009
I'm tired.
Something has to give. Well, that may not be the correct verbage, but that is what it feels like. It may be more proper to state that something has to change. Waking up wondering if you are going to have a job gets old. People changing the rules gets old. I . . . ( More)
Monday, November 03, 2008
So, the trip to Texas was short and bizarre. Completely fucking bizarre.
I didn't much care for the hotel I stayed in on Wednesday. It was an old joint built in 1925 and I was never comfortable. However, it was close to what is left of the West End so I went on over to pick up som . . . ( More)
Posted at 01:03 pm by Zombie
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File under: Boys with guitars, Ghost of lusting past, Grown men with sticks, I miss..., Men..wait, boys, Mom, Rednecks, The great country of Texas, Vegas...errr... hell, Wayback Machine, World of Warcrack
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
You, my poor neglected reader, may or may not remember that Mom's house burned down in May. From there Mom, the BIL, and the nephews ended up living in one of those home suite places back in Irving for a month. Somehow my sister ended up coming back. I'm not going there because it irritates the piss . . . ( More)
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Let's make this short and sweet.
My sister walked out on her husband and four kids (all under 12) so that she could screw some ass named after a breed of fish. That left my BIL and mom to take care of the kids, house, $300 babysitting bill the bitch neglected to pay, and the $500 phone bill s . . . ( More)
Posted at 01:22 pm by Zombie
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File under: Brain numbing, Mom, Rednecks
Friday, September 23, 2005
Inland living is the life for me. Its been that way since I was a wee Zombie. Hurricanes were always things we saw on television. Dumbass reporters tied to trees attempting to report from the middle of the action. I was always waiting for one to get impailed. It never h . . . ( More)
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