its a new fucking year.
cycled again and again.
i miss megan.
sickness took her from me.
i shall see her before she leaves.

my. intent. in life.
is to learn. from everyone.
i take. what i learn, and i compare it to incoming situations.
sometimes. theyre right on.
other times. they are not.
i appreciate what i have.
wouldnt give it up for anything.

i have to work tomorrow.
sam told me.
why i posted it.
i have no clue.
i want to get thursday off.
its pertinant.
ok.
its just sam and me now.
what will transpire.
that man makes me try to use big words.
heh.
poop.
thats a good one.
goodnight all.
happy new shit.

boobs on my mirror.
landlord came over today.
wasnt overly pissed.
we promised no more shit would go down.
its likely, but you never know what assholes are lurking out there.
piss.

im. i have money again.
its reassuring.
ive never been pressured before.
wait.
am i done talking yet?
i think i should be.
what a lonely new year.
champagne was had, then everyone left.
bitch nuts..
alls i gots is blogger.
and im bored with it now.
crap.
out. night all.
i wish that all is well.
who reads this shit anyway.
but the few few.
night.

100 listed mp3s.
finally...
that took..... forever.

i remembered today why i am thankful for fred meyer.
back in the day, when i first started,
it gave me a legitamate excuse to skip out on church.
and NOT ONLY that! but.
i also get paid time and a half for doing it =D
thanx so much.
half-assed work for better pay.
go me.

....and, as of right NOw,
there is nothing. to. do.

hmm.
last time this happened, it was the beginning of the end...

i shouldnt doubt though.
i know better.

uh.
moms bday was good.
nothing to post about.


no party.
im thinkin we jumped the gun.
cops didnt dun nun called the landlord,
so why did we call her?

while people were fighting in the street,
i was mooning them.

i had no idea of the seriousness of the situation.
now, maybe because of their showing up uninvited and having themselves a good time,
we may get evicted.

thanks, all.
have a good night.
see you on the corner, by the magnolia bridge.
sweeping away.
begging for some change.
oout.

bloggerpants.
wear them.
good.

i need to go to REI.
tis all.
oh. and that other shit im unaware of yet....

i like to lick nuts
-dan

oh. so my dad put that M&M dispensor in my car.
he thinks hes a funny fuck.
...always random and shit...

its been a while since ive seen jack.
kinda seems like hes the returning force.
he makes everything good.
including my stomach.
thank you, guy.
im happy with where youre leading me.

xmas n fuck.

theres nothing to do at home....
and the sad thing is...
my body will want me to be up for a few more hrs.
i guess i could get myself re-acquainted with Mr. TV...
bleh.
megan gets home tomorrow sometime.
woOt!

i wonder if this loudness is retribution for some pool playing.
hopefully it aint just old fashioned insensitivity.....

oh. btw,
the house dun bin clean-ed by the time i got home from work yesterday.
good goin.

now i know probably none of yall remember,
but back in the day when i first transferred to ballard,
i mentioned how my big boss' teeth are kinda, well, black.
now, i rarely ever see the guy, cuz hes always doing that "paperwork"
in the back room, so im still not really used to his dental appearance.

so today, er. yesterday now =P, when he was actually out with the working employees,
he was talking to me some. he was telling me how i was the only cashier to be marked as
BOTH a cashier and a parcel...hence all the fucking parceling i've been doing.
but during his whole speech, all i could think was:
damn. those are some bad teeth, how did they really get like that, and am i looking at them w/o him knowing?

and in the meanwhile hes looking at me thinking:
damn what a fucking UGLY eye. i wonder how he got that. is it pink eye? is it contagious? does he know its there?
what am i talking about again?

oh yeh. me likey fred meyer. fred good.

fuk icq.
no one ever uses it.
only those fuckers who want me to look at boobs.
oh wait....

but sTill.
i hate it!

i feel like them fraggle rock little bitches at work sometimes.
theres this little community of people where everyone just kinda knows what they need to do to get done.
things dont fall apart, and the process is continually repeated.
some put their lives into it....


oh yeh. btw. i cant sleep.
it aint possible to stay up til 5 every damn morning then try to force yourself to go to bed at a decent hour (2)
on your night of choosing.
nuh uh.

the myth of santa claus kinda comes to a screeching hault when you realize that your house doesnt have a fire place.
so you tell your wondering 4 yr old kid:
santa comes through those windows over there by the front door, hunny.
a bit of a stretch, but i guess he does fit his fat ass down all those chimney-ed houses.

manuel has goals and dreams.

i.. have to get up for work tomorrow morning.

take a closer LOOK.

it doesnt feel much like christmas.
i work tomorrow.
piss.

just another event youre obligated to live through.
once a year.... thank god.

i want to bitch about something.

how bout.
our house will always be a fucking mess.
anyone who comes in here has little to no respect to the house and its inhabitants.
(sam and any chic i can think of right now excluded.)
even the people living here must love to live in their own filth.
i could pick it up,
but it would be a full time job.
the only problem is.
it doesnt seem to bother them at all.
how?
maybe its cuz its their mess.
should i help with the mess?
i just cant do it.
dammit.
fuckers.

motto:
leave the shit where it lies.
nice one.

oh.
and btw, manuel,
no one reads this shit anymore.
i barely do.
maybe thats why i feel i can vent on it again...
whatever.
out.

i just realized that i got a 3.0 in bio.
good god. i never cracked my book!
it would still be wrapped in plastic if po didnt want to look through it....


things i learned about barry:
people actually like him. he showed up at 1pm, people had been lining up since 8am.
the line curved out of the building and around a corner. (its a big fuckin building).
lots of people laughed at the shrieking women. imagine big hairy men throwing their arms up in a mocking manner yelling.
OH BARRY! AHHH!
barry came to freds because we were one of the two largest sellers of his newest, gayest CD.
our store... crazy shit... oh. this was out of the northwest.

barry looks like crap.
hes old, wrinkled. bagged eye freak.
still the same ol' hair. i guess its what hes kinda known for.
and alas.
i am now well cultured in the tune-age of barry manilow.
somebody shoot me. 4 straight hours.

is it ramedan or some shit...
i havent eaten in over 36 hrs.
oh waiT! i had A brownie, thx trip.

double(pen) d(h)is(/her)co(k)unt d(g)ay @ work

oh guys ima(guy)gination workin like those silly pictures.
could go either way.
is it a hot bitch, or an old hag?
no one knows what im talking about.
fuk.

delirious

lacking nutrition, you silly fuck.
possible run to strong bone city!

weird mood.
weird fucking mood.
bitter.
insecure.
emotional.

uh. all i seem to do is this webcam shit...
but.
jack in the box?

my new fucking mascot.

also.
the really high up people came to the seattle freds today.
all my bosses were freakin.
i got to cleeean.

i have stubble somewhat resembling a goatee, which is a no no.
so i was semi-worried about that.
good thing everyone was focusing on my eye.. =P

gah.
everyones asking about the eye.

umm.
i got droonk and puked and, heres the result....
got it?

we cant even do our own fucking dishes.
sam has to...

thanks guy.

im thinkin megans right.

what do people talk about past bitching?
not much.

its the only thing i ever hear at work....


oh yes.
and sOmebody cut BP off...

squashman sez sup

a good night.
calming down.

sent of megan.
finally ate food.
cleaned slightly.

all is well.
better in a week, though........

COUSIN (T)IT?!

the shat thing about spicy thai food is that its as spicy coming back up as it was going down.
or... maybe... that was the nummy stomach acid.....

thinking today:
karma is way too much of an optimistic P.O.V. to be true...
bad people always get whats coming to them.....
i dont think thats always the case.
theres bunches of inconsiderate bastards just in the parking lots at work.
and do they ever get run over by cars?
no.
case in point.
(ok, not really, cuz thats dramatic, but do you see where im comin from?)

im always like this:

i was lookin through the shit in my closet for something my uncle gave me back around my bday.
a little catalogue.
so i found a small stack of bday cards, but no catalogue =/
but in the stack of cards, out fell $21.
why cant i keep track of that shit?

back when i was like maybe 7?
i found $50 in my mr. potato head.
no what was i doin with that kinda dough way back then?
drug trafficing, no doubt.

staind tried to do a cover of tool's sober.
dont they know that it cant be outdone?
and that their attempt sucked....

ha.
nothing to doodeedoo.

tx wank.
you rule.
i havent read blogs in hella.

but alas. done with school. free time is abundant.

.....yet no one seems to have the song.
ghey-reit

morning:
groggy

haploid cells are made in fours.
no wonder they get cranked out....

damn.
i finally figured out what that shoe shine song is called and i looked it up.
there were 3 possibilities, 1 downloadable. so i did that.
...its a fucking gay-ass slower version.
shat.

my portuguese guy at work almost quit cuz he felt discriminated at work, by a fellow employee. one who works in the same dept as him: security.
the guy asked to see a reciept for the portuguese guy's bag o' food.
it was his lunch!
so many people go out the employee door with bags of goodies, and no one sez a thing.
he was royally peeved, yet... humiliated.
hmm.

prejudices are always out there.
got this black lady that i really like at work... middle aged.
she was closing down the u-scans which have shitloads of $$$ for the four machines.
she was carrying bags of money down to the count-out room to deposit it all.
she noticed some mexicans following close by her when she was carrying them.
she eyed them, they eyed her.

that was her story.
so this black friend of mine ends her story by saying:
you gotta watch out for those mexicans,
cuz they dont care about anything.

hum.....

work is still always there for me though =P
what a guy....

school is done.
bin.
out.
layden.
pooped.

blog.
dont talk abou tit.

was gunna, but internet keeps poopin out when im inspired.
parcel all the time now.
i dont get it. not only am i faster, but shouldnt i have senority?
if it continues, i might say something.

everyone keeps saying: well, it gets you hrs.
i guess theres some sort of drought with like the 80 million new hirees they got goin on.
more workers for less pay. woot, theyre in.

schools coming to a close, tuesday, din.
just gotta make it to then.
then i dont know what.

people are rude. well. i take it back. a lot of people are rude.
you can tell right off.
but also. people can be rude to people doing different jobs.
such as parcels or deli. people give them way more shit cuz they think theyre way above them or something.
give darkie a break.
somebody please hit me with your car.
i know you want to, youve come close enough.

done bin shat.
out.

mobbed on over to my east side fred meyer today.
chilled there for a bit and booted up to blimpies.
finally payed off my 6 month old tab and got some grub.
made my way back to freds, and the weirdest thing...
i beeped at the security things when i went in.
confused, i thought i had stepped on one of those hardtags.
but no. so i just walk on in.
all the old people waiting for their prescriptions were kinda staring and laughing at me.
wander around the store again, til i get bored.
i go back to the doors and beep again!
so im thinkin.
what was different now than when i came in the first time......
oh yes! i grabbed some dorritos back at blimps.
so i pulled those out and waved them infront of the security gates.
and sho' nuff the fucker went off.
now. this is very odd, cuz only the items with the small white strip by the barcode, or those fatty grey tags they put on clothes should make those things beep.
did they somehow switch it now somehow to anything that has a barcode?
or was it somehow just the mylar or whatever of the bag of chips....
interesting.
whats also funny, is that no employee pays attention to the loud fucking beep, cuz it goes off so much.
the only people that notice are the people that are coming and going when it goes off.
theyre like fucking deer in headlights.
poor bastards.

PEOPLE DOUBT ME.
BUT CAN YOU BLAME THEM?
NOT REALLY.
BUT STILL.

T has some nosehair probs.

massive pity points in spanish for appearing so nervous infront of class.
way to use shyness against them, guy.

on the other hand, bio blew.
totally out.

shitloads to catch up on tonight.
hopefully no distractions for a while.

running off of 4 hrs of sleep and whatever else i get tonight.
working full days this weekend. buffooning the rest of it,

i will walk into two classrooms unprepared.
one to stand up infront of the class and look dumb, trying to spout out spanish.
and the other sitting, trying to think back 4 yrs ago when i was studious and knew all that bio shit.

good god.
alright.

of course i get stuck with Stanky Smurf.