ARRRRRRRRRRRRR... you going to finish that?
It's 3:20 in the goddamn morning & i can't sleep. And what's worse, i can't get any goddamn work done. I just wanna cuss. Poop, pee, crap, poop! There... i don't feel any better.
I hate to say it, but it's getting precariously close to abortion time for The Book. In recent months i've gotten zero positive feedback & not even any constructive criticism better than, "I'm only sending this back in the hopes that you use the paper to wipe your ass with." And trying to re-write this turd is forcing me to realize that i have neither the talent nor the motivation (any more) to polish it.
And on top of that i'm fucking broke from taking days off work to tool around the state chasing after some stupid-ass fantasy of becoming a journalist. I guess i lucked out last month in Akron, cos no one from the Freep or the State Journal took me to a Titty Bar.
"Shit! Mango. I should have known."
-cpb 8/25 {link}
Shorter quick list time. These are the eight best comedy albums i've bought in the past few years (outside of George Carlin, i don't buy many stand-up CDs):
1} Bill Hicks - Salvation - Oxford November 11, 1992
2} Dave Attell - Skanks For The Memories...
3} Dane Cook - Harmful If Swallowed
3a} David Cross - Shut Up, You Fucking Baby!
5} Dane Cook - Retaliation
6} George Carlin - You Are All Diseased
7} The Sklar Bros. - Poppin' The Hood!
8} George Carlin - Life Is Worth Losing
-cpb 8/22 {link}
Quick list time! The 30 best music CDs i've bought since the beginning of this year:
1} The Flaming Lips - At War With The Mystics
2} The Rolling Stones - Let It Bleed
3} Roland Kirk - Kirk In Copenhagen
4} Can - Tago Mago
4a} Carole King - Tapestry
6} De La Soul - 3 Feet High And Rising
7} The Southland - Influence Of Geography
8} Gnarls Barkley - St. Elsewhere
9} Harry Nilsson - Nilsson Schmilsson
9a} Curtis Mayfield - The Very Best Of Curtis Mayfield
11} John Mayer Trio - Try! John Mayer Trio Live In Concert
12} Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band - Trout Mask Replica
12a} Regina Spektor - Begin To Hope
14} The Kinks - The Kinks Are The Village Green Preservation Society
15} Big Audio Dynamite - Planet BAD Greatest Hits
16} The Rezillos - Can't Stand The Rezillos: The (Almost) Complete Rezillos
17} Roland Kirk - We Free Kings
18} Death From Above 1979 - You're A Woman, I'm A Machine
18a} William Shatner - Has Been
20} The Flaming Lips - Clouds Taste Metallic
20a} Charles Mingus - Mingus Ah Um
20b} B�la Fleck & The Flecktones - Outbound
23} Jay-Z - The Black Album
24} Mose Allison - I Don't Worry About A Thing/Mose Alive!
24a} John Mayall - Bluesbreakers With Eric Clapton
26} Nina Simone - Verve Jazz Masters 17
27} The Rolling Stones - Sticky Fingers
28} Dr. John - The Very Best Of Dr. John
29} Matisyahu - Youth
30} Dinosaur Jr. - You're Living All Over Me
-cpb 8/21 {link}
Everything comes full circle eventually. Eventually, the Man Comes Around... or so i've heard. I've been thinking quite a bit lately about my fascination with characters in stories that faithfully drive themselves to their own destruction, all the while completely aware of the consequences.
"Nothing in nature behaves so consistently and rigidly as a human being in pursuit of hell."
-Pete Townshend
Anyway... this past weekend Keith & i went to see Mr. Bob Dylan. A decent show... considering the man is actually dead & that they just bring him out on wires & put him in front of a piano.
Oh... & also:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SIS!
-cpb 8/16 {link}
For all you guys out there... be SAFE! Scrotal Safety is nothing to sneeze at.
-cpb 8/10 {link}
You arrogant man...
So, tonight i was sitting around the Domicile, havin' a few "co-co's", so to speak, with my little 400 disc changer on Random. And props to the little dude in there that chooses the songs, cos he was on fire. After excellent selections from A Tribe Called Quest, Mose Allison & the Pretenders, he skipped to one of my (if not thee) favorite Smashing Pumpkins songs, We Only Come Out At Night. And while i was already raising my cup to salute, he skips to the third song on the Barenaked Ladies' live album, Rock Spectacle. Now, although this is an excellent album, i'm not a huge BNL fan... & on top of that, Break Your Heart isn't one of their best songs. However, this version contains a 30 second snippet, starting at the 2:58 mark, that is one of my favorite half-minutes of recorded music. The only two others that come to mind right now are from a live version of Naked Eye by The Who & a guitar part in Whipping Post by The Allman Brothers. I'm sure i could think of four or 25 more, but i don't have that kind of time right now. I'm sure this post doesn't make sense to anyone but, maybe, three or four people... & i'm sorry.
"Actually... i'm not sorry. I don't give a fuck."
Wird. I gotta go. Sly & The Family Stone is on now, &, "I'm gonna add some du-ush, so that the dushers just won't dush." Out.
-cpb 8/9 {link}
"Wait... what? Am i still peeing?"
-cpb 8/6, 3:33 AM EST {link}
"It's a celebration!"
Yeah, C-Mo! Eat it, Pronk!
The Tribe is officially Detroit's bitch. That's hard for me to say, cos i grew up in Ohio & i'm still an Indians fan... but fuck it. Sorry, Dad.
-cpb 8/4, 10:11 PM EST {link}
Jesus, is it August already? Isn't it September yet? I hate to be the asshole complaining about the Heat, but i'm going to be. It's fucking HOT! Jesus H. Christ on a popsicle stick. I haven't sweat this much since the McCracken basketball camp back in '93. Yesterday i just about stepped on my ball-bag, for fuck's...
The real problem is that it's just too damn hot to do anything. Running is out of the question (which is fine with me, quite frankly, cos fuck running). Physical exertion of any sort is out, actually. I don't even want to go outside. Staying inside isn't much better either, though. I'm doing my part to conserve energy by not turning my air conditioner on (either that, or trying to save money, with my broke ass), which means it's about 85 in my shitty-ass apartment. I'm doing my best not to move at all. I can't get any writing done. I don't even know why the hell i'm typing this...
-cpb 8/1 {link}
"A woman needs a fish like a man needs a bicycle."
-cpb 7/27 {link}
It's all falling down around me. Bad news all around. Everyone i know. Well... not everyone, but you get the point. Bad Mojo. Rain clouds following the unsuspecting & undeserving. But not me. My tests are coming back negative. It's all too much. Where are my rain clouds? Where's my sunshine? Give me something... let me feel! Sleep doesn't help, the insomnia just makes things worse. It's all coming together as fast as it falls apart...
-cpb 7/23, 11:29 PM EST {link}
Tiger Woods just said, "Face!"
So, yeah, in my face.
-cpb 7/23, 1:25 PM EST {link}
It's 4:30 on goddamn Sunday morning & i can't sleep. I'm fucking sick of Girls Gone Wild commercials, but there's nothing else to watch till SportsCenter comes on at 5. I'm sick of watching the cable news stations cos i don't live in the Middle East & at 4:30 in the morning, i just don't give a fuck about who is being killed by who & where & what & why.
Prediction: Tiger Woods will not win the British Open.
"And when i leave, come together like butt cheeks."
-cpb 7/23, 4:37 AM EST {link}
It's all Tigers all the time, baby. Detroit finally got over on the ChiSox, taking two of three in their series that wrapped up today. I hate to say it, hate to admit it, but i'm starting to really feel a playoff run looming. At the very least, it looks like it'll be an interesting stretch run. At the beginning of the season, most Tigers fans were just hoping for some meaningful games in September. Now it looks like people are going to be disappointed with anything less than the playoffs. We'll keep are toes crossed...
"Playoffs? Playoffs!?!"
-cpb 7/20 {link}
Can someone explain to me why Lebanon & Israel getting into a pissing match causes my gas prices to rise? Neither of these countries is oil-producing, is it? Do i just not know what the hell i'm talking about? This is very possible... but fuck, man... i'm goddman broke.
Anyway... anyone interested in a good listen - or, more to the point, a real good listen - pick up Influence Of Geography by The Southland. It's a good jam... good, original, poppy kinda songs, plus a great version of I Only Have Eyes For You.
Do it. Do it. Do it!
-cpb 7/19 {link}
Lots of stuff going on the past two weekends & little time to write. Actually, that's not true. Plenty of time to write, little ambition. Where to begin...
Over the Holiday weekend i went to my 10-year class reunion. I wish i could say it was interesting &/or entertaining... but it wasn't. With the possible exception of seeing Schmorgan get piss-drunk & make a complete ass of himself. But that's nothing new. And speaking of that douche-stick, he's the only person from my graduating class that i've kept in touch with in any way, shape or form. And that is probably only because i lived with the hairy cunt for a couple years while we were both pretending to go to school. I recognized very few people, & even the name tags didn't help much. Have i killed off that many brain cells in 10 years? There were only about three or four people i was interested in catching up with, anyway... & the rest, quite frankly, can suck the sweat off my balls. I mean, shit man... is this what we do? Do we just grow up, get jobs & get boring? I just had a revelation while writing this & it's making me fucking depressed. Selah, i guess. All in all, however, i'm glad i went. If, for nothing else, just because i got to see D-Pyle & Shootout At The OK Horrall, both of whom remain two of the most interesting people i know.
I went back down to P'burg on the 3rd then to watch a little fireworks. Exciting? Mildly. Interesting? Maybe. Ooh & ahh? Well, quite frankly, if you've seen one fireworks display, you've pretty much seen enough. Am i wrong? No... unless you get a chance to go to Saigon. But that's a whole different story. It did put me in a nostalgic mood, though - taking me back a decade to a time where i was in shape & not quite as bald (even with the shaved head), i lost my virginity & was full of potential - a good four or five years away from becoming a complete disappointment to everyone i know.
I'd be remiss if i didn't mention the fact that in between those two days, i missed a 60th birthday party for a woman who, for a good five or six years, was like a second mother to me. Due to a "scheduling conflict", an excuse lamer than FDR's legs (thank you Family Guy... still too soon?). So, anyway... Happy Birthday, Special K.
Then, this past weekend, i was off to Akron, the home of rubber, the Goodyear blimp & my only full sister. On Saturday afternoon i had a little confab with an ME at the ABJ. Even though it was most definitely not a job interview, it was still, by far, the weirdest meeting i've ever had with a potential employer. And with all the stuff we talked about - including "the business", freelancing, "the area" & dirty fingers - the only question i had was, "Does this place turn into a Titty Bar after dark, or what?"
Anyway, i then caught up with Big Sis Saturday night to catch an Akron Aeros game. Yeah, that's a minor league baseball team (Indians Double A, if you're scoring at home). It's always nice getting out to see a game, but that had to be about as boring as a 15-6 game could possibly be. Oh well, at least the hometown team won. And was that Felix Fermin coaching 3rd base for Akron? El Gato rides again!
Then Sunday it was off to Cedar Pizoint! And for free, too... thanks to the one they call The JoJo. A good time, indeed. I do have one beef with the Point, however. Why the fuck are the goddamn seats so hard to fit into? Doesn't Cedar Point realize how fat this country is, especially in the upper armpit area of the Midwest? I mean, for fuck's sake, they don't even sell a single food product in the park that isn't guaranteed to give you a heart attack right on the spot. And don't give me any of this, "It's a safety issue," bullshit. Fuck safety! I want to cry like a little girl while going 95 mph straight down a 150 foot drop, all while being held to the coaster by a piece of dental floss. Oh... & by the way, screw that knock-the-cans-off-the-platform game. It can suck both of my ass cheeks.
The only bad part about going to Cedar Point on Sunday was that i missed the World Cup Finals. Well, that's not completely true. There was actually only about six or seven minutes of the game worth watching. Luckily yesterday i got to catch the end of the game on ESPN Classic. Props to Zidane. That was the best Head-Butt i've seen since Koko B. Ware.
So, i think that about brings us up to date. The All-Star Game is tonight, & i'm thinking of a 7-3 AL win. Give the win to the Roaster & the MVP to Big Papi. Or maybe Vlad-ee dady, we like's to party. And, of course we must finish on a sad note... today i caught the news that Syd Barrett died on Friday. Shine on, you Crazy Diamond...
-cpb 7/11 {link}
Four day weekend! Weeeeeeeeeee!
Anyway, it should be a good time. I got to see my main man Peter B. on Tuesday, but this weekend will be full of faces i've not seen in a long time. Some parties & other various get-togethers, as well as my 10-year class reunion. Has it been 10 years? Scary thought. I was talking with my Moms a couple weeks ago about this little reunion do-da. I had been looking forward to it, cos i like seeing people i've not seen in a long time & making up ridiculous stories about what i've been up to & such nonsense. My mother made a good point, though - one i'd been thinking of lately as well - & that is the fact that Truth is usually stranger than Fiction. True, indeed. I figure i might as well just let my old classmates know what a loser i am. I have no Ego & i most certainly have no Pride.
As it is, i got most of the stored-up idiocy out of my system last weekend with a group of mostly Douche Bags. The fact that i was out with a bunch of people i didn't care if i embarrassed is key, i guess.
Detroit Nights at Hockeytown Cafe... "Thank you 4 Black," at Greektown Casino (of course it's hard to be a Big Spender after Last Call)... Re-opening & re-closing the bar at the Detroit Marriot... Second time in six months at places i shouldn't be... Two hours to Tiffin with no sleep...
And a quick question - What the hell is going on with this Proof billboard on I-94 going into Detroit. Why the hell is someone celebrating the death of someone who was killed shortly after he murdered someone? Maybe i'm not supposed to understand it...
Res ipsa loquitur.
-cpb 6/30 {link}
It's gum time!
-cpb 6/24 {link}
So, like i said, Heat in 6. What a boring series. It doesn't help that i didn't give a fuck who won, but shit man. It's not even that there weren't any close games or anything, just so little excitement. I didn't even see the end of about four of the games. Too goddamn late... way past my bedtime. I'm just glad it's over. If i had to hear Hubie Brown tell me that Antoine Walker shoots 7 three's a game one more time i was going to puke. And i am so fucking sick of hearing about Dwayne Wade. I like D-Wade, i think he's one of the best players in the league & he looks to be only getting better. But for christ's sake, grow a fucking ball. Soccer players think this guy should quit taking so many dives.
And speaking of soccer... did our boys make us proud, or what? But what the hell, what do you expect when we have to play powerhouses like Ghana. What the hell are we going to do with all these extra orange slices?
Anyway... does anyone else notice how hot it is? What the hell is going on here? Is it just me? Is it cos i'm fat? Who is screwing with the thermostat? Knock it off!
"I'm barely holdin' on here!"
-cpb 6/23 {link}
"Don't forget Mak Moda!"
-cpb 6/21 {link}
There... over there. An erect pennis. As in, rhymes with tennis. It's Aztec, or something. It's cultural, so it's okay. The toe-sucking, on the other hand... that's not okay. At least not in public. What you do on your own time in your own house is one thing, but what you do on the subway is a different matter. You were young once, don't remember that. It can only hinder you in the "world". Don't forget the passion you had as a child, cos it will come in handy later in life when you're searching for things to forget. Samson was a joke.
Never forget that it is money that makes the world go 'round. And it's only those that have enough that can dispute this fact. Forget what you're fifth grade teacher told you about respect for your fellow man. The coin in his pocket will tell you how you can treat this piece of trash. If it jingles you can disregard this son-of-a-bitch as a worthless spender of other people's money. If it folds then wrap your arms around that patriotic holy man & never let go. At least while the bills are still crisp & the banker still knows his name. Life is a game of PacMan... eat all the coin you can...
Apr�s moi, le d�luge.
-cpb 6/20 {link}
It's another lazy Sunday... or is it Tuesday? I don't know. It's getting hot here in the Northern armpit area of the country & i feel lazier than usual. There's a lot going on in the world & very little of it is settling in my brain long enough for the sponges to absorb.
"GOAL!!! Goal, goal, goal, goal, goal... GOAL!!!!!!!!"
Soccer, soccer, soccer. Er, excuse me, Futbol. I'm not a big soccer fan myself, but i can take a few weeks every four years. Even still, i don't understand the advertising push in this country. It's not going to catch on. It didn't catch on four years ago. Or in '98. Or '94 or 1990 & so on back. Soccer will never work as a spectator sport in this country & people are just going to have to deal with that. As far as the World Cup goes, i still like the Dutch... although i really doubt that they'll win. Brazil looks good, as do the Koreans. And, of course, the Krauts are on their home pitch (yes, i did just use the word "pitch")... but i think this is the Year of the Limey. Bad Teeth & shitty weather, HO! It's all England in '06.
"I'm a fleabit peanut monkey/All my friends are junkies/That's not really true"
In Drug news, apparently junkies are getting upset that their Heroin is being laced with Fentanyl & in turn killing said junkies. A couple weeks back i heard a report about a dozen or so cases of people OD'ing in the greater Detroit area, then Saturday i heard (part of) a story on NPR about the same thing - i didn't catch where they were talking about, but i think it was not Michigan. My question here is - who fucking cares? People taking drugs of there own volition & killing themselves in the process. Hmmm. Thank you, Darwin. Listen, i'm not trying to be cold-hearted here. Drug addiction is a serious thing & i feel bad for people who get caught up in it. I count myself lucky that i've never become addicted to illicit drugs. But we're all big Boys & Girls here & we all have to deal with the consequences of our actions. Now, weather that be using your face as a brake pad, like Ben Roethlisberger, or dying from an overdose, so be it. If you don't want to OD, then STOP USING DRUGS!
"Does that make me crazy/Probably"
In Music news... as much as i hate to admit it, i've been obsessed with that Gnarls Barkley song Crazy ever since i caught them performing it at the MTV Movie Awards (right?) totally decked out in Star Wars gear. Am i becoming mainstream in my old age? No... but whatever. This actually is a really good song & the lyrics are great. Actually, that whole album St. Elsewhere is pretty good. I like Danger Mouse, he does some good shit - just listen to that second Gorillaz album.
"You're so fucking money and you don't even know it."
I had the misfortune of hitting The Edge with The Greg on Friday night. What an unbelievable Cringe. The Edge is a club in Ypsilanti that we would occasionally hit back in the day. It's your typical college town dance club with your loud music & slutty chicks & shot girls & so on & so forth. I never much cared for it then, unless i was drunk off my ass & up for acting like a complete jack-ass. At 22 i felt too old for the place. I'm 28 now, going on 40. Luckily, i guess, the place is a dump & there were only about 10 people there, not counting the 35 year-old shot "girl" working to support her four kids & 2-pack-a-day habit. Jesus, i'm a douchebag.
"I'm trolling down a river looking for a French woman smoking a cigar."
-cpb, to himself, 6/17/06, 2:42 AM
Oh yeah... and Happy Father's Day to my Dad. By no means perfect, but a great dad, a good man & one of my heroes. Here's to you, Old Man.
-cpb 6/18 {link}
It's time to release the Kraken boys & girls... hold on to your asses, cos they're about to be blown off...
Uh, maybe next week. My fingers hurt.
The World Cup started this week. Fucking weeee! Personally, i'm rooting for the Dutch. Mainly, cos i like orange, & i don't think the Ivory Coast is any good. Who knows? Who cares? Four billion non-Americans can't be wrong.
-cpb 6/11 {link}
The Belmont today... & then no more Horse Racing for another 11 months:
1) Bob and John
2) Steppenwolfer
3) Hemingway's Key
-cpb 6/10, 2:11 PM EST {link}
Well, i made it through 6/6/6 without dying. Or a piano falling on me. Or getting the crabs. Or the Syph. Goodie for me.
Anyway, it seems as though the wheels have fallen off of the Sports Wagon here in Detroit. The Pistons pissed all over themselves in 6 games against the Heat, the Tigers have lost 8 of 10 & it sounds as though the Lions' training camp is a disaster. At least the Tigers still have the best record in baseball. I'm not really sure how that is, but i'm trying to not think about it... it hurts my ears.
The NBA Finals start tonight... & whoopity-doo-dah-dey. Actually, it should be a pretty good series, but i'm going with...
Dallas over Miami in six.
-cpb 6/8 {link}
I recently purchased & watched a damn good Tragically Hip DVD - That Night In Toronto. It's an uncut recording of an entire show, coincidently shot in Toronto in 2004. I would highly recommend any Hip fan getting this. The Hip are that rare band that makes very good studio albums, puts out very good live albums (or, i should say, live album - Live Between Us is awesome) & is great to see live. I first got into these guys around '97, about a year after they put out Trouble At The Henhouse. For a while, about all i knew of them was the song Ahead By A Century & that they took their name from a Michael Nesmith video. Then in '98 i went to see them in Detroit with P.K. Morgan & they totally blew my balls off. Which, i have to admit, was a bit distressing... but i forgave them because they put on such a good goddamn show. Fucking awesome sweaty Canadians...
-cpb 5/30 {link}
"Fuck Martha Stewart. Martha's polishing the brass on the Titanic. It's all goin' down, man."
Remember when pay phones cost a quarter? Hell, remember when "dropping a dime" was actually accurate? For me, that's a no on the latter... but fuck, i'm only 28. However, i do remember when stamps cost a quarter. What are they now, 39 cents? And people bitch about gas prices. But fuck it, with this here internet, i guess people don't even need stamps anymore.
The phone at the Laundr-O-Mat i go to only costs a quarter. And why do i know this? Yeah, maybe i drunk dialed from the Tasty Suds, or whatever the hell it's called. Maybe i called my ex-wife, or some other worthless coos... i really can't remember. So what?
And why was i drunk at the Laundr-O-Mat? Well, that's a long story that probably has something to do with the fact that the Tasty Suds is right next to the Roundtree Bar & Grill. And besides, why the hell should anyone be sober while doing their laundry anyhow?
"That what a man looks like?"
"Self-improvement is masturbation."
-cpb 5/29 {link}
Quick question: Why the hell are those Cavemen in the Geico commercials so god damn bitter? I mean, get the fuck over it... so they made a joke about you - deal with it.
And in sporting news, the Pistons won last night, which is good. Now everyone in Detroit can step back off the ledge for a few more days. However, as i write this, the Tigers are beating up on the Indians again (sorry Dad) and are about to go 20 games above .500. I know at the beginning of the year i predicted 82 wins for the Tiggers, but i guess i should amend that. I'm not going to, though. Cautiously optimistic i think it's called. Playoffs? Well, you never can tell. It must be the Perrysburg connection.
-cpb 5/26 {link}
So, like i said two weeks ago, too bad i don't bet on horses anymore. That Bernardini/Sweetnorthernsaint exacta paid about $170. The trifecta with Barbaro, however - not so good. Yeah... there was some shit goin' the wrong way on that leg. Can't really feel too bad for the horse, though (that is, unless they have to put him down). Now he gets to go make babies & lounge around a stable for the rest of his life.
-cpb 5/20, 6:52 PM EST {link}
Preakness time!
1) Bernardini
2) Sweetnorthernsaint
3) Barbaro
Or... at least i hope Barbaro doesn't win, so we don't have to listen to another few weeks of Triple Crown nonsense that won't pan out.
-cpb 5/20, 6:22 AM EST {link}
Well, so much for Game 4 being GuaranSheed for the 'Stons. Ridiculous. What a piss-poor performance from Pistons the last two games. Oh well... we've always got the Tigers, who are surprisingly still on fire. And goddamn, i wish Barroid would just hit two more home runs so i don't have to hear any more about him passing Babe Ruth. Actually, i really wish he would blow his knee out completely & have to retire. Go limp away to pasture at the Steroid Farm with Mark McGwire, Sammy Sosa & Jose Canseco & start trying to grow your testicles back, you cheating son-of-a-bitch. You couldn't hold Henry Aaron's jockstrap... or Ruth's, or even your godfather's for that matter.
-cpb 5/16 {link}
"It's the goddamn Great Deluge in here."
It's been raining for five days & five nights here in southeast Michigan &, if the "weather report" is to be believed, it's going to keep raining for five more. I guess we're better off than New England, but my brain is starting to get waterlogged. It probably doesn't help that i have to wake up at a quarter to six every morning so i can go out & stand in it for nine or ten hours. Selah, i guess.
"Bring on the piss."
This shitty weather is also doing nothing to help my state of mind, which, for the past month & a half or so, has been unstable, to say the least. There's been quite a bit weighing on my mind of late, mostly regarding my job & being broke & trying to figure out what the hell i'm going to do with my life in the next year or so. Of course, this is all made worse by the fact that i've been hitting the bottle harder than Bing Crosby beat his kids. Hell, i'm in such a funk i can't even come up with a more current reference than Bing-fucking-Crosby.
However, the "Crux of the Biscuit", so to speak, is that i've been working quite a bit on re-writing some of The Book lately (after finally getting a little constructive criticism from an "up & up"). Working on The Book last summer was cathartic for me... &, quite frankly, it was one of the few things that kept me from killing myself while going through my divorce. Of course, at that time i was still keeping in touch with my ex-wife, which curbed some of my resentment towards the situation i put myself in. But reading through some of this shit now leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I've always felt like a failure in life... & coming to grips with the fact that my ex-wife sees a better future for herself taking a chance with a married man than trying to work things out with me does not help. At all. Especially due to the fact that, if i want to be completely honest with myself, i have to admit that she is probably right.
I think a while back i predicted - on this very site - that there was a distinct possibility that The Book may eventually be the death of me. I hate to say it, but i may have been right...
-cpb 5/15 {link}
Well, luckily i don't bet on horses anymore. Apparently Sinister Minister & A.P. Warrior were more interested in fondling each other than actually running the race. Barbaro looked pretty damn good... so, of course, now we have to put up with two weeks of, "Can he win the Triple Crown?" Well, yes... he can. He won't, though. Even if he does win the Preakness, i have a feeling a horse that didn't run in the Derby will win the Belmont. Put that in your pipe & smoke it.
-cpb 5/7 {link}
It's that time of year again... DERBY TIME! I'm not as big into horse racing as i used to be, but i still like to get on every year & make a fool of myself by trying to pick the Triple Crown races. And away we go...
1) Sinister Minister
2) A.P. Warrior
3) Brother Derek
Of course, keep Sweetnorthernsaint in mind... just in case. (Your welcome, Jody.)
-cpb 5/6 {link}
Cinco de Mayo! Weeee...
Today is Cat's 4th birthday. Congrats for making it this far, you skeevy bastard. Hate to let you in on the secret, but you'll probably be dead before me. Anyway...
I'm playing hooky from work today. Well, that's not really true - i was sick this morning. And fuck those assholes anyway, they do nothing but fuck me in the ass, why should i put out any more than i have to? Exactly. Besides, i want to listen to the Smack-Off on the Jim Rome show today. I think this is Terrance's year. Maybe not.
There's a lot that's been going on lately & i've had some opinions, but i've been even less motivated than usual of late. I'm sick of illegal immigrants wanting to be treated like citizens. You're in this fucking country ILLEGALLY... either start paying taxes & for your own healthcare or go the fuck home. I really don't give a fuck who lives in this country, but if you are going to live here, you must pay rent like everyone else.
There are other things, but i can't think of them right now. I can't get off of Detroit sports. The Wings choked again, the Pistons are going to regain the title & the Tigers are on FIRE.
It's all coming together & circling the drain.
-cpb 5/5 {link}
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