MORE INFO TO COME ON THE COUNTER PROTEST AT NORTHWEST HIGHSCHOOL TO COME SOON BUT HERE IS WHAT WE HAVE:
There is a protest that is happening from these amazingly douchey people that call themselves the “God Hates Fags” group. They are protesting a service memorial for a fallen soldier who went to Northwest High School. Well – guess what bitches, not anymore. We are heading out there in full force and asking our Soldiers of WAR and come and join us as we broadcast live and try and get these people the HELL OUT!

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help if you can, or just spread the word. this needs to be stopped.

i have officially unloaded jeremy’s plane from the russian driver who drove it from oregon to MO in 2 days. also wears flipflops and is missing half of one of his toes. heh.

forgot my lunch this morning. also happen to be out of pills, so have to make a walgreens run on lunch, which means morning stomach sick.

due to the said unloading of said plane, have been in trouble for being behind on one of my criticals already. i really just need to stop trying to help people with anything, it always just gets me fucked over.

9:40am monday morning, can it be friday at 5pm already?

beer tonight if i can manage.

Trucks. I hate them. I hate truck drivers. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate people who drive trucks. I hate “truck drivers”. Not 18-wheelers, as much as a lot of them are dumb, I usually find them to still be smarter than the average S10 or worse Ford F1billion50 drivers. Why? Simple math, really. I drive a tiny tiny car. Itty bitty. I make it go fast on quite a large amount of occasions. Apparently I also have that rare skill to look around before I change lanes, etc. Apparently some people not only can’t do the math to realize that a much larger car moving at the same speed requires a LOT more looking around and a LOT more space to maneuver.

Now, my car is ridiculously low to the ground and has tiny windows, so sometimes when I look around, I have to spend a little extra time doing it to make sure I see everything. At 90mph its kinda necessary to take a little time and be careful. Nice thing about my car is it IS tiny. I can whip it around corners and in between traffic holes like a mad man with no worry of causing any damage.

If your vehicle weighs more than three of my cars and is more than twice as long do NOT DRIVE LIKE ITS THE SIZE OF MY CAR. I know your vehicle is bigger. That’s awesome. I suppose. If you need to compensate for something. But that does NOT give you more ownership of the road than me! You can NOT fly through a 21 foot traffic hole at 90mph with a 40 foot long truck.

Also, for the record, when you drive by smaller cars on the highway in snow and ice going 80mph, I don’t care if you think your 4wd makes you snowinvincible, you are a dick. 4wd makes it easier to navigate snow and off-road terrain it’s true. But that’s for normal driving. Not for dumbass punkfucks that thing hydroplaning into other objects is fun.

If its raining, 90% of the time you think you can get away with having your lights off. Note to self: because you drive a truck does NOT automatically make your senses keener, your eyesight better, your ability to stop a massive amount of moving steel any better. USE YOUR GODDAMN LIGHTS.

And just one last, tiny thing. I have a 145HP 4-cylinder in my little Toyota. If for some reason you get this idea that you want to RACE me off a stop light, for the record, you are just fucking stupid. That’s like pulling a harley up next to a TRICYCLE and revving the engine. However if you’re driving an S10 and think you’re all that and a bucket of beer, just remember, I feel BAD when I beat you. Because that just means you suck.

If you are one of those “one of my lugnuts requires more torque to put on than your car produces” kinda guys, I can appreciate the humour. You’re still generally a dick.

If you’re a truck driver, don’t be. Be someone that drives a truck. Stop the stereotype. Be a pal. Also, give me free food.

Peace,
Cloud

What the fuck.

Arctic Monkies have a new album. I am intrigued. But not enough to buy it. And anything else come out today worth mentioning? No. Down right, damned shitty-ass nothin’.

So if anyone has any albums they would recommend, by all means, throw them my way.

For now,
Cloud

Traffic wasn’t too absurd, Pittmann Hill and 94 is of course like trying to steal a rabid monkey’s turnips (that is to say, foaming at the mouth and throwing shit at you). Came into work with 5 workorders (nice to see as I’m used to coming in and seeing 20+).

Listening to Cloud Cult’s “The Meaning of 8″ album. Good times and great oldies.

So, in closing for now, my remarks are simply, if indeed all Mondays blow miniature goats, and mine thus far has seemingly only lightly fondled them, what then does the rest of my #fuckyoumonday (thanks to @afastidioushat for the reference) have in store for me?

Only time will tell. And maybe a second blog entry. Until then, cheerio, to work I go.

-Cloud

Monday – Self-Explanatory Mondays Suck Post
Tuesday – New Music Tuesday
Wednesday – Dumb Ass Missouri Driver Post
Thursday – Currently Listening To Post
Friday – Weekend Pre-Game Post
Saturday – I Just Bought a Random CD Post
Sunday – Open For Discussion Post

the fever and exhaustion,
the endless discussion.
Broken boxes, empty metal cages…

With steps forward
and nothing but blooming ages…
It’s the same but different
since they’ve all been gone…

Since the mirror
wasn’t your picture on my nightstand
or a sihlouette of subtle rage…

It hurts, it drives,
I’m but a ghost of where I’ll be.
And when I’m there it’ll be the same.
But nothing compares, nothing compares…
To having you there.

We fill the nights with chatter, laughter…
Idle manners and sideline answers…
This isn’t what I want,
but more of who I’ll be.

Let’s not want anymore,
let’s just be.
I’ll exist and breathe you in,
with less than volume mixed…

so what then? what is there, really, worth my time to rant about? i mean, i wake up to a bunch of shit and then go back to sleep. that’s just what happens. ::shrug:: i suppose the purpose of this blog will be for me to actually focus my thoughts for once and find something to talk about? i’m not really sure at this point that i’m actually going to do this, simply musing. but i’ll try.

somebody asked me the other day, while i was inebriated, an interesting series of words. not so much, i think, a direct question, but simple thoughts and syllables that stumbled into vocalization.

“They say we should stay on the same road, to walk down the right pat. But what if the path changes, and it becomes wrong? What the hell are we supposed to do? Why can’t one path stay the same for the rest of our lives? The turns the hardest part the hills our struggle, why do they have to change every direction except the way you wanna go…back.”

after thinking about this for a brief moment, i too began to word vomit. with no pre-conceived notion of what i was saying, i slathered my prolific vocabulary into the warm air.

“Each path we traverse is never straight. Left turns, right turns, sometimes up or down. The path itself never changes, regardless if a new one is chosen. Each turn is still THE path. Each morning we awake further down that path, dealing with the consequences or joy of the path we began the day we started crying. The need to go back will change as the next day may bring a path from behind to intersect the one we are on. You see, each path never ends. They keep going, and they may one day cross the path we travel again. At that point, the path that has come back may be a path we choose to either traverse or not. What is behind is of great consequence to the strength we put ahead, but of little consequence to the paths we have to travel. Take heart, the journey isn’t easy, but your strength can shine forth in each step. Embrace each curve and twist you are handed and walk forward with a sureity that sets others dumbfounded to the side.”

and so my conclusion? when i’m drunk, i talk a lot. and the words sound pretty, but really, is there any depth? or am i just a walking syllable generator?

::shrug:: fuck if i know.

peace

Must’ve seemed like a good idea at the time.

Cloud