Reset

Time to reset the blog.

I at first thought it would be therapuetic to spew out all the nasty shit in my head, sort of like squeezing a zit. Nope, not better. I need to perhaps reassess.

Here's the deal: I have high blood pressure and anxiety. Both could be due to stress. I thought releasing the stress would help, but the anxiety is like a seed crystal. Once it is set free it changes pretty much everything around it into it. Vonnegut shit, you know.

I have instead decided to blog about my interactions about the people around me. Why not?

So lets get down to the business:

The pumpkinklng (me): Somewhat narcissistic, sorta lazy, easy job, ex-stoner, atheistic, lover of art who dislikes artists.

Baba: From Canada via Lybia, pumpkinklng's pal, Islamic, dirty old man, loves his family, basically a good guy.

Isaac: Kenyan, bright, sarcastic, occasionally coarse, basically good to have on your side.

Luke: Conservative Fox news watcher, hipocrytical christian, friendly eniugh, but loves to bring up religion if he feels the room will back him, douchey.

John: Large, I mean it, big. Ex-army guy, which means he understands when to work hard and when to slack.

There are of course more, but these are the guys. I'll flesh them out and add more later.

DNDK

Don't no don't kair,

Alright, not sure what retarded nephew of a city councilor designed the off and on ramps in this god forsaken burb, but I hope they are currently enduring olfactory rape by Papa Doc in hell.

The on and off ramps are one and the same expecting courtesy and cooperation amongst the masses. Apparently civil engineers have only been exposed to happy little Disney cartoons their whole life and have never had to deal with, oh for example, an overweight middle aged woman that sees them as an obstacle blocking the way to the nearest beanie baby in the mid 90s. Oh, to be that sheltered.

In the low rent districts some coners seem to be looking for a chance to finally collect on the insurance they've been paying on their 89 Taurus. Luckily, most folks there don't have insurance and are just hoping to get where they are going without receiving a DWI.

On the other hand coners in the wannabe cosmopolitan areas all seem to expect you to get out of their way, since their time is so much more valuable than yours.
Die all you coners die.

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Hola, Zarasvetcha, bon jour, whatever,

I went to see Avatar w/ my son last week. Stopped @ Super America to stock up on candy to sneak in. Had a reekin' homeless fella push his way in front of us in line. He was crunching on "donut bits" he later purchased. Hope he choked to death on a bit alone in an alley later that night while regretting the choices he made in life and holding a locket with a picture of the mother he never knew in it. Die coner die.

Afterwards, my boy and I went to Rally's to get a bite of lunch before the movie. We waited 7 minutes before our order was taken. A perfect piece of white trash with his flinching female companion pulled in behind us. The guy was decked out in all white rapper's delight clothes. He was tossing trash out of his pickup truck's window pretty much constantly as he was ordering. When it sounded like he he was finished with his order the worker tried to give him his total at which point the hillbilly gangsta wannabe screamed into the mike "THAT'S NOT ALL" at least four times. The moron then ordered a Coke and a chocolate shake.

At this point I was not only worried that we would not make it to the movie in time, but also that we would accidently end up with the spit in food intended for Caspar the friendly pimp behind me. So I left. Hopefully, the wittie bittie little wannabe drank a soda spit into by a dude with aids and is right now dying from a slow painful degenertive progression. Die coner die.

The movie was far cooler than I expected.