When you’re on auto pilot and
Running on fumes and alcohol
The moment of truth deciding
Fighting The Stall – Aimee Mann

There is nothing worse than being woken up by the phone when It’s your day off. For the first time in my 3-day weekend I was actually sleeping past 5am and the phone wakes me at 9:15 with some unavailable name and number. It wouldn’t be so bad if there was actually someone on the other end that could feel bad but there was no one there when I answered it. Whoever it is they’ve been calling me since Friday afternoon and there is never anyone there, not even a computer “Please hold for an important message” voice. If you’re going to call for bill collecting purposes then either leave a message or fucking speak to me when I answer the phone. I’m sure it’s Home Depot because I missed my payment last month and even though it’s not due until March 6th they’ve been calling me at work to get me to pay my late payment. I’m going to get rid of all those credit cards I got last July because I no longer need them and they pull this shit every month even if you send in your payment late they still call. I thought I was past all this but I guess I got myself in too deep again.

Last night my computer started freaking out. I received one of those automatic updates and so I installed it as normal, but this time the screen went black. I re-booted after I was finished with what I was doing. Everything had been changed when it was complete. All my settings were different and I noticed later that I now had a power saver that I never had before. I think I finally got everything back to normal before I went to bed last night. Don’t think I wasn’t freaked out when I came up to bed and saw the black screen. Now all I need is a new CD ROM because this one is starting to skip my CDs again.

Rod loaned me the Hannibal trilogy to watch and I started with Red Dragon last night but I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore so I have about an hour left. Where have I been? Edward Norton is one hot man. DAMN! As usual when I got upstairs and brushed my teeth I got a second wind so I flipped on the TV and David Blaine was on doing his street magic. I’m telling you now that I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on what he was doing because the whole time I’d just be thinking man you’re hot and if you said get on your knees and worship my cock I’d be in the front row of the church. On that thought I drifted off to sleep until that damn unknown number called me at 9:15.

Chew on that!

Quagmire Jan 1999 – Aug 2003


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