And falling asleep on the toilet. Nothing else I have nothing else…
How pointless it is to talk to yourself when you’re not even listening.
When I started lying, I didn’t know the evil inherent in convenience.
I heard that delaying gratification is a skill that predicts success, but I forgot that it’s a dangerous thing to do when you might die tomorrow.
I remembered that life is suffering; I don’t know why I had forgotten. Then I made my wife cookies and went to work.
Just a quick note, I don’t have time for a lot of what the fucking ever it is that I want to do right now, I want you to know that if you’re going to make an argument for some bullshit ass shit, then use your own damn bullshit facts, aright?
Last thing I want to hear is someone defending astrology by saying something like this: the moon affects the tides, your body is made up of water, therefore the stars affect your life.
Here’s why that’s a terrible fucking stupid thing to say:
I don’t give a shit if you want to believe in astrology or if you want to believe that your destiny is determined by the size of your asshole. Believe what you want, you’ve got as much chance as anyone of being right in this fucked up universe.
Just don’t use some scientifically accepted shit to back up your theory.
The moon affects tides? Mother fucker, the moon causes the tides, if you believe the scientists.
Body is made up of water. Yeah, that’s what the scientists want you to believe. But why you trying to throw in with that lot when you believe some outright non-scientific shit like stars determine your personality and shit like that. First of all, you think stars got time for some dumb ass shit like that? Hell no.
But no, I ain’t trying to even dissuade you from licking star cunt, what I’m trying to do is let you know, stop using science like you believe in that shit. Motherfucker. Must be kidding me. Must be out your god damn mind. Must be a confused cognitive dissonance lookin’ three year old con artist.
Your body is made up of water? Sixty percent or so? Where the hell did you get that from? You have any experience of that? Does that make intuitive sense to you? No. You fuck, you heard that from some magazine article or Bill Nye the Science Guy. You know what else Bill says? He says astrology is a bunch of bullshit. You going to believe him now? You want to pick and choose now? You want to believe some of his bullshit and not other parts?
Mother fucker why do you believe the stars effect your life? Because it makes sense to you right? Why wouldn’t they? There’s so god damn many of them, for Christ sake, holy fucking fuck how can we have so many of some super massive object and it not affect out lives? Here’s one reason: because you are an insignificant nothing and you’re not even good at it.
Guess what? Mother fucker? How you know there’s so many of them? How you know the solar system is just a small part of the galaxy? You have direct experience of that shit? You laid on your back counting to a billion for a hundred and fifty million nights? Nah, mother fucker you extrapolated from an extrapolation you heard on NPR morning edition.
Guess what the moon does to the tides? Don’t know? Me neither. Why not? Because I ain’t a moon and I ain’t a tide, mother fucker. That’s why. Oh, you heard some shit about the moon causing high and low tide? What, you telling me that gravity crosses the void and pulls the water around? Where’d you come up with that crock of shit? Oh, you didn’t come up with that? Oh, hold on, it didn’t just make intuitive sense to you?
Oh, good, for a second there I thought I was the dumbass.
Oh, you heard that from some reefer head scientist?
Oh! What the fuck?
Guess what scientists say the moon does to the ocean? Moves it around, mother fucker. Guess what scientists don’t say the moon does to the water? Tell it to watch out for a chance for real connection this week.
Oh, you just added that part in for fun? Oh, wait, you don’t believe that the moon can tell the sea what to expect on a day to day basis? Oh, you’re extrapolating again, saying that if the moon affects the way the sea moves, surely a star can affect the way your life moves?
Mother fucker, what do stars (not counting the sun, since you probably don’t believe that’s a star…oh, you do? Why? Just came to you? Doesn’t it seem more plausible that it’s a huge burning god who hates you?) what do the other, far away stars even do to the ocean? I don’t know, you tell me, you’re the one with the answers apparently. And don’t hand me some bullshit you saw on NOVA.
Look, the world is a fucked up place, and the best research points to it being operated by a wayward cephalopod with Republican sympathies who is just as lost and confused as any one of us. Come up with any kind of crazy shit you want to believe in and have a party. Serve little artisinal crackers and baby arugula quiches. Talk about and reaffirm your beliefs with others. But please come up with your own god damn facts. Stop borrowing shit from a bunch of loonies in lab coats who don’t even know what Venus rising inside of a crab’s vagina means.
Confused? Me fucking too. Some fuck had some stupid ass proof for her completely legitimate belief in the ability of the stars to predict shit and I am angry about that stupid ass proof. Fuck you, asshole!
Damn I wish I was a happy person.
I got this letter in the mail from my dental insurance today. I just got dental insurance at the start of this year. I actually had it last year, too, but that was provided by the government of Massachusetts. They couldn’t process all the requests in time, so they just handed out free temporary insurance. That was a sweet deal.
Now I’m paying two hundred dollars a week for insurance and I made sure I got the best I could get because fuck it, if I’m going to get health insurance I don’t want a lot of bullshit.
So I get the letter and I figured it was just some old shit about updating your policy or sending me a new card or something. What it is is a paper that says, “this is not a bill,” and then proceeds to list the costs of these procedures I somehow managed to get done at the dentist already and how much they are willing to pay of those costs. That’s it. So I don’t know if these mother fuckers have negotiated that price with the dentist or if I’m going to get a bill from the god damn dentist now. Them bitches never said anything about charging me and now it looks like I owe them three hundred dollars. And out of the four hundred and fifty that the procedures cost, the insurance is going to pay a hundred and twenty seven. What the fuck? What’s the fucking point of that shit? I’m paying that shit a week!
Fuck, man. I thought if I got the best insurance and just paid for it, I wouldn’t have to worry about this dumb shit. it appears, however, that I should have just paid outright for this shit and fuck insurance.
And I ain’t making no money which is fine, except if I have to pay three hundred dollars every time I look at a dentist. Plus my wife went there a couple weeks later so I guess they going to send me another bill and maybe they will only pay for thirty dollars of that. Shit I could get my friend’s cousin Wilma to pay more of my medical bills than these fucks seem willing to.
So now I had the whole day planned out and I did all that and then I walk up in here and open my mail to find that shit out. God damn it. If bad news ain’t calling you on the phone it’s waiting in your mailbox.
I finished reading Les Miserables today while waiting for the train. I read the last thousand iPhone pages over today and yesterday, last night I stayed up reading until 2. It all came together at the end and in the last fifty pages I couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen next.
Was it worth the read? Yeah I think so. Especially after I read the beginning of some other new book right afterwards and I was like, well this sucks.
Now I have to read this book by Haruki Murakami called Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World because my coworker foisted it on me the other day at work. I’m sure it will be fucking-a-amazing. My first Murakami book. But I was planning on reading something else. Like Catch-22 again.
Today I learned why living rooms are called living rooms. They used to be called parlors. People would get married in the parlor, they would even have funerals in the parlors. That’s why funeral parlors started up later when death became a business. And then sometime around the mid 1900s, people became less comfortable with death as it wasn’t happening all the time any more, and they decided they didn’t want this gloomy Victorian trinket room in their houses, where people sometimes died, so they changed the parlors to “living rooms” instead. And it’s as simple as that.
The hottest tag on my blog right now is Smurfs.
Once again the issue lies with me! Son of a bitch why do I keep figuring that out after I post some shit. Oh well. Yeah I’m using Safari on GF’s computer so there must be some settings out of order because it comes up fine on Firefox.