It's mother's day, dia de los madres.
I worked tonight and missed the surf and turn dinner for my saint of a mother. That sucked. Work is...well its interesting... its a steady paychech sure but i cleaned a theatre and some ass clown decided to spit his chew remnants into a dots box.... a DOTS BOX, REALLY!? The box dissolves in my hand leaving it smelling like menthol and redneck. Bad start. I wonder why we provide the aholes anything, there should be a contract that yes we will sell you X, but you will take X out with you when you are done
Shit.
Im a glorified janitor some nights but hey, its a paycheck... Im in the dust bowl people. So i gotta tell myself "That'll do pig, That'll do.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Blue Skies, nothin but blue skies over me
Book three: Return of the King.
A great man just told me, five minutes ago mind you, "You are better than this shit"
I believe him.
Let me drop some knowledge on ya'll about a little concept called Self Talk.
Basically its like The Secret - Oprah's influence. It's a matter of belief in one's self. Talking said belief and making shit come true!
It can best be explained by a great pedophile by the name of R. Kelly. R. sang a lil diddy for a cinematic masterpiece known as Space Jam. He sang:
I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky.
Think about it every night and day, just spread my wings and fly away.
I believe I can soar. I keep on reaching for that open door.
I believe I can fly... etc.
We can all learn something from the kid pisser in that we should all be able to but out best foots Flahert.. I mean forward and fly off a this motha' f-er (i promised my actual Motha that I wouldn't drop F's
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Humpty, pronounced with an umpty.... scratch that.
I am Joseph Michael Motha' Fucking Flaherty. I am a writer! of a great many things! My destiny lies not at Harkins... Krom laughs at Harkins. I am handsome! My mother says so! I can have any woman I so choose on account of the awe inspiring handsomeness...
My destiny is not this. Though it was fun, Sad bastard Joe is dead.... He got stung by bees if you must know. Empowered swagger Joe has the helm now.
Pleased to meet ya'. Hope you guess my name!
~JOE M. MF'N FLAHERTY
A great man just told me, five minutes ago mind you, "You are better than this shit"
I believe him.
Let me drop some knowledge on ya'll about a little concept called Self Talk.
Basically its like The Secret - Oprah's influence. It's a matter of belief in one's self. Talking said belief and making shit come true!
It can best be explained by a great pedophile by the name of R. Kelly. R. sang a lil diddy for a cinematic masterpiece known as Space Jam. He sang:
I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky.
Think about it every night and day, just spread my wings and fly away.
I believe I can soar. I keep on reaching for that open door.
I believe I can fly... etc.
We can all learn something from the kid pisser in that we should all be able to but out best foots Flahert.. I mean forward and fly off a this motha' f-er (i promised my actual Motha that I wouldn't drop F's
Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Humpty, pronounced with an umpty.... scratch that.
I am Joseph Michael Motha' Fucking Flaherty. I am a writer! of a great many things! My destiny lies not at Harkins... Krom laughs at Harkins. I am handsome! My mother says so! I can have any woman I so choose on account of the awe inspiring handsomeness...
My destiny is not this. Though it was fun, Sad bastard Joe is dead.... He got stung by bees if you must know. Empowered swagger Joe has the helm now.
Pleased to meet ya'. Hope you guess my name!
~JOE M. MF'N FLAHERTY
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