Hate Hate Hate

Alright I suppose I should blog although, it's been trying in these last few days to find inspiration to blog. Maybe I'm just doing it wrong, but I am truly looking forward to the day when the pressure to blog is no longer there. It has been fun and even relaxing to blog this month, and it's been nice realizing faults if my own and hopefully through out this year of new things I'm going to come out of it a better person. Thats what it's all about, taking the negativity and build towards improving ones self. Whether it be negative people in your life, side homies, KFC shit could be some of your closest friends that don't have anything positive to put into your life. It's about turning to things and people that are there to support and give positive feedback. Why should I continue to surround myself with people that are only there to hate and hate even harder behind your back. The only person I can blame for any of this I myself and this is the year of change and not getting consumed by hate. I'm the only one that I can expect to change. Some people just hate to hate. Reminds me of a Dave chapelle episode.


-Dash

Nameless

Still at work gonna be at work. Promise I will write all the things wanna wanna sat tomorrow


-Dash

Swat it to Me

I know I posted a pretty open ended blog last night and I'm sure your expecting details on what happened to me. I just got off worked and was there all day and I am to pooped to poop right now. So fuck me and all the other things you wanna say. I'll be back.


-Dash

Uh huh

I had a strange thing happen to me today. It was a first for me. I really didn't see it comin.....


-Dash

Faux Gras

I'm pretty excited that I only have 6 days left to blog. Not that I haven't enjoyed blogging and found that it can be kind of therapeutic. It's the fact that I "have" to blog. If you know anything about me I don't finish anything. In fact the no drinking no smoking thing might be the first goal I've set for myself that I have actually completed. I've been enjoying the no smoking thing, I have since drank. Only in moderation.... Who am I kidding I still don't know when to cut myself off, shit. I am going to keep blogging through out the year. I mean somebody has to hear about the trials and tribulations of the stuff I'm going to do this next year. I know I said I was going to do the raw food diet this next month. I've since learned that it actually might be hazardous to my health if I go straight to raw foods. That's how terrible my diet is. I eat such fucked up shit that if I switch to the stuff I'm suppose to eat my body will go into shock. So instead I'm going to run at least a mile everyday for the month of march meanwhile slowly changing my diet so I can actually do the raw food diet. After that I'm not sure what I'm gonna do. I need your suggestions for the remainders if the year. There is no idea too crazy. For now I will run and try and beat a friend who is currently trying to get more views than I am with his blog. I won't name this person for I do not want you to view the blog.



-Dash

Fatty Paper

Tonight is a night of beads, boobs, booze and blogs. It's not gonna be that night for me because I'm only gonna be able to concept one of the above. This is going to be weak tonight but you have to understand my life doesn't revolve around this yet. I'm still justa beat down musician tryin to kill it in some way. For now ima gonna enjoy some drink and think about how I'm gonna give things up for lent. Even though I'm already pretending I'm a jew man haha.. I'll see y'all tomorrow


-Dash


-Dash

Fluffin

I've been playing bass and what my idea, at this point, of a keyboard sounds like in a duo, with a friend, called jac sound. We've played music together for quite some years at this point. Through all the band names, the back stabbings, the childish bicker, drummers ( no that's not a spinal tap reference it just apparently happens) we are still paying. This time I'm more of a guy that makes an appearance. You know the guy that they pull off the bench strictly for face time. The wringer. Not really, but sometimes a guy just has to fluff his own sack. Playing bass, you really can't be the coolest guy on stage when your a white 1/2 Jew bassist. Gotta give love to the keys. Now if I could only figure out how to play them and not look like I have stick shoved up my ass. He plays drums, plays guitar, sings and searches for cougs all at the same time. Don't get me wrong he's an asshole, a giant one at that, but he is a talented asshole. Not, has a talented asshole as some of you might think at this point. Needless to say, you can come check all this drama/shit show unfold into some oddly attractive Indy folk music this Wednesday at the reef. That's February 22nd 830 pm at the reef on 6th and main Boise ID. Check out his music at www.soundcloud.com/Jacsound


-Dash

An Art Form

So I started my workouts 2 weeks ago and I have really been enjoying them. I have yet to make it anywhere near the gym but I'm enjoying the work outs. At some point I know I will quit the procrastination and me and my side homies are going to part ways for good. This procrastination thing has always had a very big part in my life. I'm late for work, I'm late when trying to meet people and my blogs get turned in later and shittier everyday. It's not that I don't get worried or enjoy being late. I just some how manage to do it to myself every time. I take myself to the absolute brink to where, the only chance I have at being on time, everything has to go exactly to plan. There's no bathroom breaks, no quickies, no red lights. Whenever one of these things happen, I go straight into panic anxiety mode. Where I constantly start to search for excuses and how to cover any chance I should get caught. Most of the times these excuses become so elaborate that most people wouldn't think twice of it being a lie because, no one would go to that much trouble to make up that kind of excuse for things. This is the point where your probably asking, if I put so much effort into procrastinating and coming up with excuses. I may make it still. I know there are others that might share my craftyness and they understand the joys of what I like to call improv. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't but we gotta try, right? I also hope to grow out of this form of improv and maybe use these powers for good. Not that I am evil, just squirrely, and one day this squirrel is gonna have tons of nuts to play with.



-Dash

The 13th floor

I just sat here and I typed out what I thought would be a funny, good hearted story about how a friend at work got stuck in the elevator. I got a good 40 mins. into the story after rearranging parts of good ideas I had had. Patting my self on the back, "that idea is so good." before I realized what I just written was shit. It was like trying to read to read a porno with comedic twist and oddly placed sentences that had really noting to do with the overall idea plot. I was trying to come up with a clever way of telling you how this guy got stuck in an elevator. It was going to be funny I was gonna tell you how he got short of breath because he felt like the oxygen was almost gone for the place in 30 min. I was going to tell you how the most unlikely of heros saved him with a coat hanger. I was going to tell you about how everyone made jokes and laughed at him. Shit, how he laughed at himself. Then I was going to tell you how everyone now thinks they are going to get stuck on the elevator every time they ride it. (I did actually think I had gotten stuck at one point). I will once again be able to blog properly soon but for now I need a damn day off of work because I've written about it one to many times this week. I will return to blogger glory, soon. sleep tight my pretties, let me enjoy this day of rest tomorrow and I quip and clever the shit into the night.



-Dash

A Little Late

So once again I worked all day and then I drank and forgot to post one of these things. I hope that my homie can give me a two hour grace period because I got kinda drunk but the good news is I still didnt smoke. That's good right???



-Dash

Your the Inspiration

I know i said i was gonna review a friends band but I'm gonna have to push that one back a little ways. I don't think I would do it justice just yet. I wish I could come up with something clever to but my brain has pooped its last clever thought to the tables I serviced tonight. To all the older ladies that will ask every last question that they feel they need to know the answer to before they satiate themselves. To the old men that still believe 10% is a good tip. To the fellow severs that make bills after bills night after night and still cant seem to find the bottom of the bottle( I'll join from time to time). To the kitchen staff that could be the greatest collection of cynical assholes the world will ever see. Its days like this that make me think.....

At least everyday is different and the people always come to entertain. You can't helpe but love to hate the restaurant industry. It pays the bills for me for now, at least until these blogs start to pay out....

-Dash

2 in a row WTF

Well I once again forgot I had to blog today. All the days are starting to blur together and I am not enjoying the fact that I am working so much. I am going to do a write up of my buddy's band tomorrow. I will tell it is going to be my first review so be nice fuckers.


-Dash

Slings and Arrows

Happy valentines day everyone, I hope your spending it with someone special or your favorite hand. Working in the service industry the last 6 yrs has robbed me of the ability to feel the holiday. It has also left me without the ability to write today as I've been at work all day. So women eat ya chocolates and rob yourself of that ass that you have worked on for years. Men do what ya want for we are men and that is what we do.



-Dash

A Little Ranty

I cant decide what to write about today and I have to head back into work. I will leave you with a question. Where do we get our morals from? Are they instilled in us from childhood or oo we create them as we get older? Parents can only teach you right from wrong but ultimately its your choice when it comes down to it. Your brain has the last say. Do people get a feeling like they're doing something wrong but do it anyway and after awhile awhile it slowly just becomes normal? At what point do people start considering that person an outcast? At what point does that person feel like an outcast? Bottom line is, you can only make so many selfish decisions before thats all you have, yourself. I know its human nature to want to protect yours and do what's best for you, but how many friends and family members does someone have to walk on before they realize they have cut every hand that has feed them. Taken full advantage of someone and still feel they need more. So much so, its now turned into resentment towards others because thats they only emotion thats left. You end up so full of hate and anger that the only path from here is stealing joy and happiness from those closest. Who cares right? You got yours for your temporary pleasures. Life does go on and new things happen everyday, you're just going to figure out away to make everything taste like piss and vinegar.

-Dash

Slip Slidin Away

I always feel like Sundays should be like a wrap up day for anything that you've been doing for the week. Its like a double edge sword. Your putting things to rest and coming up with things to occupy your up coming week. Is it a common thing amongst people? Has it been drilled into our heads since the day we were born? Whether your religious or not, we have in someway been told Sunday is a day for rest. I always feel conflicted by this. My week is drawing to a close and one starts the next day, but I'm suppose to rest? So, all these things that I'm about to start panning for the week I'm going to do in a lackadaisical manner. That can't be good. Maybe thats why I never truly bring things to a close, or procrastinate. One thing is for sure these blogs are beginning to help me come up with some sweet excuses for the way I am. Here pretty soon if I write enough blogs I'll have every excuse I'll ever need. I just came up with one for why i may never amount to anything or at least I don't have to try now. I think next week I'll come up with one on my issues with spelling and grammar. Better things are coming this next week I promise.........


-Dash

Keep on Keepin On.

Somedays a man can play
All he did was work all day
Be that as it may
Blogs will be short today


-Dash

Here Kitty Kitty

I'm sure we have all had a roommate or two that sticks out in our minds. Even if its our parents when your 25 yrs. old which happens from time to time. This particular roommate needs no introduction, but know that I shared a small place with him. He was of the most upbeat personality, he loves his jokes. He cant be reasoned with even when he's had a night with of drinking under his belt. For those of you who know him, that doesn't happen very often at all. He would drowned him self in his cuttle fish jerky. Which would produce a smell only a mother could love. Living off a completely carb based diet and has a un-holy fear of dentist. He loves to eat frozen snacks and yes he is fully aware of the dangers they possess to your chompers, no such fear would stop such a man. He's whittled his own set of dreams, just as the frozen starburst did his teeth. He holds no set of boundaries against anyone, even when giving someone what he thinks qualifies. His face and belly grow rounder has the years wear on him. Skin and hair are beginning their journey south just as the birds fly south for the winter. His ability to get under someone ones skin, as if he was trying to wear it, compares only to those germs you hear on the news. Of all these things listed above, know this. We could only be so lucky to view life through his eyes just one day. The ability to worry about only the utter most problems. While the rest of stress being accepted into a world of stature. He comes and goes as he please, for he chooses when and where, and how high he jumps. I will quote a line from my favorite movie to describe this man. "The report says it all, he's a wild card. fly's by the seat of his pants." Tell me one thing, if you had to go into battle with him would you want him on your side."- Top Gun

My answer is yes.

R.I.P Kitty Cat Tooth

-Dash

laundry List of Problems

Im sitting here in my room trying to figure out what to bless blogger. com with today. All the while coming to absolutely no conclusion. Then I noticed pretty much 75% of my clothes are still on the ground. Much of which has been here since I moved in. Some if its clean, some of its dirty yet still on the ground. Looking back it has been like this throughout my life. Sure I have made attempts at getting better at it, but that lasts as long as the white underwear I own (see Adrenaline is Fun). Much of my life is fairly disorganized. I don't do well with it. I do however manage to keep the dirty piles of clothes from the clean piles. I do eat my sandwiches in an orderly fashion. I keep some of the coins I find in my pockets, in a jar. There is still no real structure. Is this something your born with? Do create your own sense of organization? Is it a sense of pride? I tell you, I take pride in the moment. You know what I'm talking about, throwing the shirt in the dryer 10 minutes before you go somewhere to get the wrinkles out. Shit I'll even iron a shirt if I really have to, but only if its right before I have to leave. You could say, your setting yourself up for failure or your always going to be late (which I am). Someday I know the world will change and I will no longer be a problem. We will finally meet eye to eye.

Dash

Adrenaline Is Great

No one likes waking up in a panic. Especially, waking up to one of relieving yourself, but accidents do happen. I'm sure we have all had a friend that used to wet the bed at an early age. I for one was never one of these children, I don't possess those genes. Then we also have those friends that start wetting things as the blossom into adulthood. for instance, peeing in one friends car while being intoxicated. Those genes, however, run rampant throughout my chromosomes. Don't make fun, I'm sure the pharmaceutical companies will be coming out with a drug that will fix my longtime curse of a problem. ( no fault of my own mind you) This particular morning (today) was no different from any other. Except in the fact I decided to eat a bucket of KFC the night before (hence the raw food diet). I was awakened by the feeling of something moving ever so quickly down my stomach. Like, when you spill something down the front of your chest. Until said liquid met a slightly more solid object. Having had this sensation before I knew I had only moments to spare. Being at my special lady friends house, actions needed to made quick. Being the gentlemen that I am, I quickly gave her a kiss. No explanation on why I was leaving at 7 in the morning, or the fact that I had absolutely no color in my face. The race was fucking on. At times like these the brian seems to have a  heightened sense of its surroundings. Every move seems to have a purpose. Making preemptive moves like, unzipping your jacket or taking your pants halfway off before you make it to the bathroom. No moment seems to be wasted at times like these. Needless to say everything is fine now. I made it, but my roommates haven't made eye contact with me all day. I don't suppose it has anything to do with the fact that their bedrooms surround the bathroom?



-Dash

Lunar Lovin'

Getting to work today all I could tell myself was, "be in a good mood today, you can do it,"( I'm very optimistic when I talk to myself) and I was gonna make it happen. I was going to make everybody's day a little better. A trip over the curb, just as I had stepped out of my car, would begin a different tale. Do you ever get that one comment or that one phrase that just doesn't sit well, and you just cant seem to let it go? well, that didn't happen today at all, it was actually kind of a good day at work. Honestly I was just kind of being a bitch because I put myself in these moods where I just become inconsolable. I become so bullheaded that no one can say or do anything to make it better. In my mind they are being horrible people  and I should make them cry. It was just one of those days, where I become a giant pussy and I feel the need for someone to feel sorry for me. Especially the damn customer that decided to be an inconvenience for ordering lunch and making me cook. I hate that person. he doesn't deserve the food I'm cooking. Eventually, I assume, I will grow up and become a member of society. For now, I'll just blame it on.......

Tonight's a full moon. Thats what it is. The moon. Thats why I'm acting funny. Thats why I get in these moods every so often. My emotions just get out of control I guess. Its like a male PMS I guess. We get to use that one right?

-Dash 

Side Homies

After I shoved the last fry down my gullet from my health conscience meal, I had an epiphany. I'm not sure if it was the fact that I was already hungry again, and I had just eaten a SHIT ton of food. Maybe it was the fact that I had added a roll to my side. For those of you who don't know what a "side roll" is. Its the thing that happens, underneath the armpit and above the hipbone, when you bend over sideways or stretch. Needless to say, its not a pleasant time in someones life when you realize, this is your life now and you must live with your new "side homies" as I have come to call them. Raw Food. That was my idea. Sticking with this doing something new every month. I've decided that next month my entire diet is going to be only raw foods. Considering most of my meals these days consist of foods that are the same color going in as they are coming out. I eat shit for those of you who didn't get that. Its not gonna be easy, I love fried food. Its like a warm glass of milk, it helps put me asleep. I'll probably need some help preparing for this. God speed me. YES!

No quotes today, me and my side homies are slowly drifting to sleep.


-Dash

Ya Giants

I fuckin hate the giants. I dont have much for you all today but I've been drinking and I hope your super bowl was wonderful. I promise to Get back all up on it tomorrow. Rest easy homies!


-Dash

Serviced!!!

Yea, he probably felt an overwhelming urge to follow through as so many guys in his shoes would have. I know he wanted to just border line hurt this girl. After hearing what she had offered, the mind could only drift to places of what could happen next or what level this could go if he did it. There was no sense of boundaries with this girl. She was going to take him to the breaking point no matter what. She loved to watch him squirm as she forced him to make eye contact. All he had to say “ yea baby take me to tinsel town, daddy just bought a new pair of sox.” This is it, hes gonna do it. She couldn’t stop licking her lips. They both where gonna get exactly what they needed. Emotions were running high, sparks were starting to fly. finally he asked, “ Can I get you ladies anything else.” “Alright, enjoy your food I’ll be back to check on you shortly." Walking away Aaron had decided he needed to find something else to do with his time. His imagination was getting out of hand. 

I’ll sign off with this interesting fact, this is for you Jojo fa shazo. Over 2500 left handed people a year are killed from using products made for right handed people.

-Dash

Decision Making

"You GUYS are sexual," a phrase I heard the other night. If I could only describe the circumstance in which this phrase was uttered. For now, paint your own picture and let me know. This interaction got me thinking. How do people go about finding their own filters? What and when is it okay to say or do certain things? Those who know me, know I thrive on making any situation awkward. Like offering a hug to someone that I just hit with my car (I didn't hit him very hard). It makes me laugh, I cant explain it but it just does. There are two filters at work here. One being, how many laughs, and snide remarks I can get away with. The other being the guy wondering how far and long he can beat me before committing a crime he's not willing to commit. Not that anyone has ever had feelings like this towards me, I'm speaking figuratively. I just have one of those faces. This all begs the question: How filtered and unfiltered will people go to get a laugh or stop the laugh? After all, filtration is what separates us from the beasts we call animals. God knows no one wants to drink unfiltered water these days. I know this is shorter than the last two, but you do realize I have 26 of these things left. Some understanding would be appreciated. Use that Brita!

-Dash

The Bet

Ordering a beer last night for the first time in over a month gave me a great sense of being human agian. 3 seconds later I had finished said beer and was contemplating checking into the nearest rehab clinic. These thoughts followed: Do you ever get that feeling that drinking beer should always go with great 21 yr old ass (depending on your gender your opinion is going to differ)? Is it just built into humans that after drinking just one beer, you have to find something to take advantage of? Not that I have ever seen a 21 yr old female at a bar, drinking in public for the first time, has that trusting look in her eyes still, still unsure of herself and her limits. I've never bought that girl a drink and seen where the night will take me. I am a saint and saints don't do that. ladies reading this that are still at that ripe age take heed, these males exist and they are out there. Guys if you run into a lady like this, just fucking hang on, because whats about to happen is fucking great!

Anyway, I made a bet last month that I couldn't drink or smoke for a month. done deal, fuckin cake walk. being the good friend that I am, I decided to make a similar bet with another friend. All he has to do is do exactly what I did last month and I have to write a blog every day for the month. Simple, right? What you don't know about this guy is, he's a loop-holer. loves to get away with every last thing he can get away with. you know, hes the guy you give a bite of your sandwich and it comes back half gone, and he looks at you and says, "what? It was one bite." Thats all good and well, im just tired of eating half a sandwhich all the time. Ill leave you with this,"It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man."-Jack Handy

-Dash