Nonculture

Like I said, it’s on.  What that means, I think, is that I am now going to produce, and possibly at a rate that defies whatever it is that I originally thought needed some defying.  That might be the fact that my blog was boring.  So, I’m going to fight that with more of the same, which may or most likely will not help anything.

So, since the last house hunting post I have bought a house and spent goddamn untold amounts of time fixing it up.  I’ve also bought a car that has modern type conveniences like windows that seal, A/C, seats that move, and shit like that.  So, basically, I’m mackin’ up in this bitch, with my house in the borderline ghetto and a 7 year old  car.  Don’t  be jealous; if we all work hard, we can achieve the same things.  Or we can sling crack and have 09 Benz’s and a crew beneath us we have to manage, y’know, it’s all about choice.  Whichever way you want to roll; the results are the same, just slightly different.

So, I’ve cut down on the drinking.  Well, c’mon, obviously not tonight, but y’know, overall.  That’s a good thing.  The not-making-sense thing is that I now live in the goddamn boring ass ‘burbs – who the fuck has fun out here?  The only people I see having fun are the pre-college bitches who live across the way and have conversations that make me laugh on their cell phones on their back porches.  

So, yeah, I’m trapped in the ‘burbs.  I’m trying to find more humor in that, but instead find myself focusing on the airplaines flying overhead and whatever is on TV.  TV usually has some kind of cooking show that is a repeat of some other similary named show, sports event that is predetermined by the bookies, or news that is pre-screened by a panel of those who deem themselves above us. 

Or whatever, I don’t even know what that shit up there says.

I’m too drunk to even find a good tittie picture for right here, oh well.