the suburbs...

I just wanted to point out a couple things I was thinking about today.

First, my cousin had his 30th birthday Friday night. It was a good time, where my sister made a rare appearance. I drank, had a good time, and didn’t’ have to help my cousin home since he was heated and sobered up after it was discovered his wife’s camera was missing. My sister met some people, and seemed to enjoy herself.

Now today I was out in the Island just for a drive and something I noticed pissed me off. It’s these guido wannabe jerkoffs who think that the Gotti kids’ look is “hot”. I’m talking about these kids who are dressed in all the designer stuff but made to look like it’s common clothes, with the spiked hair that looks like their uncle jacked off on them, and they had the stupid visors sideways on top and with designer sunglasses on, while it looks like they shape their eyebrows and possible wear makeup like the fags they are. They walk around like they are some gangsta ready to rumble, where they’d piss themselves if a regular guy got in their face. I never understood the mentality of Long Island people, and I probably never will. Most of them are OK, since they do travel to and from NYC for work, and that helps grounds them, but there are some out on the Island that are almost foreign to me. I was talking to someone from Jersey last week about this, and he noticed how Long Island people are just “different”. I honestly can’t say who’s better, both do seem different to me, but I find that the jersey people are more honest and know where they are in the world, where a lot of Long Island people seem to think they are “better” because their money (and probably themselves originally) comes from NYC. It’s such an odd thing. I bet some other cities have the same situation, so you may understand what I’m saying.

NOW BEFORE PEOPLE FORM LONG ISLAND READ THIS AND GO APESHIT ON ME, PUT IT THIS WAY….IF I TALK TO YOU, YOU’RE NOT A PROBLEM OUT THERE, IT’S THOSE STUPID GUIDO WANNABES YOU PROBABLY LIVE NEXT TO!!!!

BTW I might have a shot at winning a new Macbook. I entered a contest for one of 5 that the “Opie and Anthony” radio show are offering for the best listener-created promo. I made one and sent one in. Hope they at least like it, and hope that it wins!!

just some stuff

Tomorrow I go out to celebrate my cousin’s birthday.  I have a couple things for him plus I’m buying him drinks.  But my biggest gift may be helping get his drunk ass back to his place, or at least help his wife out with that.  I’m bringing a camera to get some pics of the evening, but it’s also a chance to get a pic of me smiling…since I’m a smiling fool when I’m drunk!

Still looking around at Macs.  I have an idea what I want and where to get it.  I’m getting a Macbook laptop with the memory upgrade (it comes with 512 megs, but I want upgraded to over a gig to make sure it runs well).  I cant’ wait to get it, but I have to wait to get the money up for it.  So far is’ going slow, but eventually I’ll bet the cash up for it

This and the spring is my favorite time of year.  It is because of how the women dress.  I may have gone over this before, but when a woman has boots, a skirt and a top on, it’s just sexy to me.  Today a bunch of the women at work had this on and looked fantastic.  When it gets cooler the turtlenecks and sweaters come out on them.  I cant’ explain it, but I find it when they dress a little more conservatively more attractive.  I guess it’s that “leave something for the imagination” thing.

Job overall is going well, things that are going bad aren’t my fault and therefore my problem (mostly due to the shoddy work of the people who supply the building).  I get my paycheck this week that reflects all my overtime form last week, and it’s going to look sweet.  It’s also going to look good putting most of it in savings!!!

I changed my allegiance as far as my soccer team in England.  I “crossed the street”: to Manchester City.  I did so because United isn’t the team I first started to support, the Glazers made the whole experience of watching them not fun anymore.  It’s not that they don’t dominate, but it’s like they don’t try to make the team better, but maintain what they have.  This is mostly due to the immense debt they are in now due to the Glazers.  Plus my favorite American player of all time, Claudio Reyna plays for Man City, so that’s another factor.  The one thing I realized when I made the choice was that I was supporting the Yankees of English soccer, but I support the Mets here, so why not go with the Mets of English soccer???  Speaking of which…METS NL EAST CHAMPS BABY!!!  

Ok that’s it of my mind diarrhea

Friday night, I'm home, so I post

Man I feel fantastic!!! My week of hell at work is over.  I worked three 13-hour shifts, and it was insane with how much I had to do.  I realized that there really has to be more than one person working the building in order to keep in good shape.  I got some high praises form my bosses when they saw how I was handling the work.  I may complain about my job a lot, but it is a cool gig and I am getting paid for it, so I have it really better than others. Also got my first film from Netflix, the classic “Goodfellas”.  I got a lot of classics coming down the pipeline (I get one at a time sent to me, unlimited # per month).  Maybe I’ll post what I have on my list to show you what I feel are true classics.

I found something I am saving up for now.  I drank the Kool-aid and I am not going to be getting a Mac as my new computer when I can afford one.  It’s simple to use, and the transition from PC to it isn’t that hard.  Plus I don’t play games on my computer, so it’s not a total loss if I can’t do that on a Mac.  I’m looking into a Powerbook, and so far the one I want is going to run about $1300 according to Apple’s site.  SO I do have some ways to go as far as saving up for it.  But it gives me something to aim for with my money saving.  So far a good chunk of my paycheck goes straight into savings, no matter what (about 40%), and whatever bills I have to pay I pay out of the rest (or try to).  The past couple weeks have been hard to since I didn’t’ work full weeks and that does make an impact on my pay.  The next couple weeks should make up for it money wise, but I wish I could find a way to save more, considering I have some other big $$ expenses coming up in the next couple months.

I realized something; I really need to get out more!!! I really don’t on weekends.  It’s partly since no one else want s to go out, or cant’ afford to.  I have to get myself in to the mindset to grow a set and go out alone, be it dinner, drinking, movies, whatever.  This weekend I wouldn’t’ go out since I want to do something really crazy and sleep in, but I really need to get out more.  The biggest thing I have on my mind is that if I do go to say a bar, I feel like a tool going alone, I have no really explanation why, but I do (could be since college I really only went out in a group, so I guess I’m used to doing that).  It’s funny, as much as I have changed over the past several months, the more I find that hasn’t’ changed in me, and a lot of what I haven’t changed are going to be the most difficult to.

I just cleared out almost half of my friends on my friend’s list on my Myspace account.  I felt like getting rid of the deadweight and keep those I know and know of.  Tonight I started off with 291 friends, now I have 162.  And I re-did my top friends list to show those I have known for a while and those that I met relatively recently, but actually showed interest in me…something I am sort of not used to.

Enough of my inane ramblings, go back to whatever the hell it was you were doing.

today, not going to mention the date....

SO today was the big day, and honestly, I’m not fond of it.  Between the media shoving it down my throat, and EVERY cause doing the same, it just sickens me.  Sorry to sound wrong, I know it was a terrible day where lots of good lives were lost, but why do I have to turn everywhere to be reminded of it?  Why can’t I just have some time to think about it myself, or at least fines something else to watch or listen to without it being brought up.

That day, I was going to the Poconos to get some final business settled (I had quit my job and moved back to NYC, I needed to go up and get some last things done).  I expected the trip to last a day total, but it led to me being up there for several days. My father was nowhere to be found when it all went down (his bus route goes right to the WTC), but after several hours we found out he was in Brooklyn shuttling people from the Brooklyn Bridge to whatever mass transit was working at the time.  I also had two cousins down there.  One worked a couple blocks from the site, and he had to walk from Church St. to his house not too far from LaGuardia Airport (whish is a hell of a trip, good thing he’s borderline psychotic and an ex-Navy).  My other cousin worked at the WTC, but by some strange twist of fate, she had to work in the Jersey offices of her company that day.  I think she was on one of the last PATH (train system that goes under the WTC to Jersey, but also goes up to Midtown for commuters) Train before the shit hit he fan.   I was lucky that my family made it out OK, and all I did today was think about all of them and what happened.  It’s freaky that one little difference in something and they may not be here.

couple updates

First, I updated my resume.  I put the link on the side if you want to see it.  Some here may notice the format to be a little familiar…..Yeah I used it, but all the content is original.  Besides, I don’t’ see a copyright or TM symbol on it!!

I don’t know what else to write about tonight, I’m just a little out of it form work today.  I was thinking about something today that seems to have happened to me.  Ever have a bunch of something present itself to you and you have to choose the best of what is presented to you?  Like take job-hunting for example, where one can go from no prospects to having several in front of you.  I think I have that now in other aspects of my life, and now I have to look at each and see which is the best option for me.  It’s an interesting situation to be in, and hopefully what comes out of it is something wonderful.

lucky you...SECOND ENTRY TONIGHT!

Well I had another thing come into my mind.  I had a conversation with my cousin about my preferences in women.  I like a more full figure woman, one that has some meat on her bones and some junk in her trunk.  My cousin turns around and says, “Oh, so you’re a cubby chaser!”  I was sort of pissed when he said this, but I guess I am, I wouldn't put it that way, but my cousin is a bigger asshole than me and that's how he figures things out-by using hurtful words...not like me of course!!!  

I like a bigger girl, I’m not afraid or ashamed to say it, but I like a big girl that’s in “control” of her body and attitude towards it.  What I mean is one that happens to be naturally bigger and keeps herself up well (sign she’s for the most part cool with her shape and isn’t ashamed with it totally), but not a total slob.  I really can’t think of a good celebrity example, but just look around you sometime, look for a woman that is a little bigger, but dresses and carries herself like it’s totally cool that she is the way she is.  THAT’s a woman I like.  One of my big reasons for this is I’ve found in my life they tend to be the most friendliest and coolest people to meet, and usually they hare the deepest in personality (which the beauty in that is most important to me, thin or not), and intellect.  I cant’ tell you how many women I’ve met that I described I’ve had some of the most fascinating and intellectual conversations with.   Another thing that attracts me to them is the honesty they show and the fact that most are not only honest but humble.  I find that a real plus that they know who they are and where they are.

On the other hand, I’ve found that the skinner the woman, the bigger bitch they tend to be.  They tend to be the “I have to worry about everything that happens with me just to be sure I’m still thin and pretty”-type, and they tend to be a little high-strung.  They also seem to only have vanity and celebrity-related bullshit on their minds and nothing else, which makes conversation with them short and pointless.  Along with this they tend to have NO sense of humor, or at least not like the sense of humor I like to be around.  Also just the simple fact that I don’t lie to feel like I’m hugging a bunch of sticks that I could break in half with no effort just isn’t for me.  On top of all this, skinny women try o put up a front and I HATE fake people, it means they are insecure of themselves and all they care about is what’s on the surface of everything, and not interested what’s underneath since they know they have nothing under their surface.

Obviously there are exceptions to my observations, and I welcome people to try to prove me wrong.  But these are what I’ve come to find in my life, and it about 99.9% doesn’t fail, but as I say some exceptions have been out there.  Ladies, all you should be doing is be happy with how you are and more importantly, accept both your flaws and pluses.  Some guys out there may like how you are.  It’s one thing to want to improve yourself, and that’s always a good thing, but just don’t let it completely run your life.

If this makes some women happy reading this, cool.  I am not here to inspire women to do anything.  It’s also not an attempt to get sympathy form women (but I bet I did anyway and now a bunch of women are smiling now because of reading that a guy likes something other than supermodels). I just was thinking about this the past few days, and I just wanted to write about it.  I am not ashamed to say all this, it’s just how I am and honestly, I have no problem with it.  

If I burn out, should make for some fun reading here

This is a weird time in NYC.  The US Open is on now, and the 7 train is funny to see.  It’s full of the usual scum that use the train, and now there’s the bright colored polo shirt, Khaki wearing, WASPy element going to and form the Tennis center. It’s so weird seeing these people sitting there looking at the other people like they should be mowing their lawns out in Bellmore or Baldwin, Long Island, but also hearing them talk about their stocks and wines they have.  I usually get the feeling that most aren’t going to go for the tennis, but more for a social status thing; like “I’m important in the region’s social scene, and going to the big Tennis event is a must on the social calendar”.  I may never get it since I’m not rich and in that lifestyle.

The next couple weeks are going to be nuts.  My co-worker is going away on vacation, and I have to pick up some of her shifts.  That means 12-hour shifts on Sept. 8, 11, 13,15, and 18th (but the 11th and 18th ones are more like 13-14 since I will have to go in earlier to get her job done AND mine done in time).  Sure the money will be great and all, but I just hope that I don’t burn out.  That’s the thing with my job- I get home around 7-8pm at night, and that means whatever I have to do, I have to get it done quickly since most places close at 9.  Then I have to get my home stuff done at night as well.  And God forbid I want to do something fun!  What the translates into is that I either have to go to bed late and get up a little later than I want to, or get to sleep early and hope I get up early enough to get my errands done, or both.  On top of this, these 12 hour days mean I’m up at 4:45 to get ready and I’m on my feet for the most part until 7, then I get home about 7:30-8, have dinner, and try to get something done around here before I totally collapse.  Weekends should be about fun, but the only fun I get mostly is catching up on sleep rather than going out to have fun I know some are reading this like “tough shit, welcome to the real world”, and that’s a fair point.  But remember this is my blog! I can bitch and complain all I want!!!

That’s all I can think about right now, not bad for a brain that’s on autopilot!!!

first blog for September

Well the MTV music awards are finally over, and I’m damn happy about it. It took place right by my job, so that meant my life was inconvenienced by an irrelevant award show that celebrates something they NEVER show. To tell you how stupid it is, I wanted to cross the street from my building to get something to eat. Trucks and gates barricade the street so people can’t cross, but I hopped over and went my way. I get back and some MTV jerkoff comes walking up to me ready to jump at me screaming, “what are you doing? You can’t do that, blah, blah, blah,” I calmly tell him “I work here, stupid”. And he takes a couple steps closer, trying to intimidate me. I take a step or tow closer, showing this retard I will NOT be intimidated by some glorified A/V tech. The building security comes up, I show him my badge and eventually everything settles down. I got a good laugh out of all the hoopla of this. Thank God MTV will be irrelevant altogether in 2 years tops. Thanks to the Internet and Satellite Radio, Bands don’t’ have to sell themselves out, soften their image, or just change to fit the MTV “model”. Now bands can go on Myspace, and get their music heard. They also can go to XM (Sirius has a real bad play list, more or less it’s the same 5 songs every other radio station plays, and this is on all their format channels), and get heard by millions of people, and not have to change their act. It’s so good to see all these “too cool for the room” assholes at MTV are at the point where they will NOT count for anything anymore. Not to mention all their shows on the channel suck, and pretty soon people will see through all that and MTV will just be a mention in history of TV.

Now onto my other thing I wanted to write about. Last night I met up with some people at a bar in Manhattan for someone’s birthday. The bar is on top of a building that had some nice views. The only thing I hated about it was it’s one of those bars where you have to dress up for, and in order to get a table to sit at; you have to spend money on a bottle of alcohol. The place on the inside looked like the strip club in the videogame Grand Theft Auto, and the overall vibe seemed “too cool for the room”-type people. The top floor, where it’s outdoors with places to sit and another bar, wasn’t open really due to the weather, but that looked like it could be a cool place. At least the waitresses were hot and in mini skirts. After a while we go to a real bar down the street. A real bar to me is wood, dimly lit, and has at least one Irishman bartending or owning the place. That’s what makes bars like Stout awesome, since the vibe in these places are so laid back and more fun. Oh yeah, the drinks are reasonably priced and not watered down. So ladies, if you want to go for a drink with me, it better be at a REAL bar!!!


There’s some inane bullshit for tonight for you, maybe I’ll have something interesting tomorrow, who the hell knows!