|Sunday Night I Watch Adult Swim With The Same Joy As When I Was 19
||[Jan. 23rd, 2012|01:35 am]
Ventrue Brothers. Great show. I'm confused on the last two seasons. Jackson Publick has a LJ. You should check it out. He posts Venture Bros exclusives and updates. It's cool.
Sunday used to be a highlight of my life. I was at Florida Tech BS school and had a job, but on Sunday night I wasn't at either of those places. I was on the sofa watching Aqua Teen and Family. Drinking beer out of a 20 pack that I got from the bodega, smoking weed out of a metal pipe.
Tonight, I wake up and it's already 11 something.
I just ate a jalapeno burger that I grilled from earlier today. That's my night breakfast. I put spicy nacho cheese on the bun too. FAT! It was good. I'm al out of water so I'm stuck drinking from the the city tap. I'd rather die.
I'm thinking after I brush my teeth and release my bowels, I'll take the cargo bicycle and go rummaging through the trash.
That's how my life is.
It makes me laugh. I'm not horribly ashamed.
I'm more ashamed of my criminal background then I am of physically picking through strangers trash for something I could use, recycle, or sell.
That's how my life is.
About a week ago I had an interview for a job. I haven't had been that far in the job application process in about a year. I was nervous. I felt like I was going to court. It was a horrible feeling. Sweat everywhere. Got a little lost on the way to the place, still made it before my appointment. It's time to meet Omar, my potentiel empoleyr and they tell me he's gone for the day.
FML. I was soooo pisssed.
I thought things were going good. I felt a change about to happen.
Nothing's ever a shore thing.
I left a note with my info and my resume and asked the people working if they could leave it on his desk.
I called in later days and was informed that he's sorry he missed me and that the meeting had been rescheduled.
I could still fuck it all up though. Real quick and easy.
I'm just staying positive.
Here's a picture of a bicycle a build on Saturday...
A Frankenstein made for Critical Mass or the PBR pub crawl this upcoming weekend. It's a fun ride. Because the handle bars are so monstrous that when you stand and ride your eye level is at 7 feet or so. It makes me feel tall. The only thing I don't like is the rear wheel is from a child's bike so the spokes aren't as frequent. I can see it being a problem with my heavy ass. I'd also like to have a longer seat stem. Using the longest stem I could find. If it was a little taller my legs wouldn't be as cramped up in my gut as I pedal.
Otherwise it's just a fun ride. I love the steering. I can't wait to take it down a hill.
And here's a picture of me that I just took...
Let me get going and see what treasures I can salvage out the trash.
Last time I went out on my cargo bike on a solo mission I came home with 2 bottles of Gatorade, some beer coosies that look like shirts, a fan motor, a pair of busted K2 inlines, some shop towels and some audio cassettes.
Getting my miles in. Finding some trinkets.
I got a lot of time on my hands.
Wish me luck!