ONE MOTHER FUCKING BLOG IN THE ENTIRE MONTHS OF BOTH FEBRUARY AND MARCH!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!
How fucking lazy is this guy? I guess you would all be correct in these accusations. I really had no good reason not to write other then the fact that I just couldn’t come up with anything worth while to write about. I thought just as I have the past two months I would bring everyone up to speed on just exactly what has been going on here in Lisanti Land. So here goes.
Chefing it Up
Or a lack there of. Well last month I had this bull shit going on with Sodexo where they were actually robbing me of over $250 a pay check. After nearly three weeks of phone calls, fights, death threats on my end I was finally cut a check of over a thousand dollars. After taxes that amounted to just around $800. Thank you Uncle Sam for taking my hard earned money and doing nothing with it (who am I kidding I don’t work very hard for my money at all.). Thank you Sodexo for lumping it into one big check so that I could get twice the amount of taxes on it. Isn’t America a great country?
As of press time Sodexo still owes me $254.14 of which I am just too damn lazy to go after at the moment. The rest of my job well lets just say it is the same bull shit it has been for the last 4 years. Then again how can one really complain about a position where he pretty much gets paid to hang out all day and cook the occasional piece of food. I just about found the food service equivalent of the gas station.
The Ladies Man
I don’t know if one could truly call me this, but I guess I do get around a bit. I mentioned at the end of last month’s update that I had rekindled a lost romance from a few years ago. A month later I must admit that maybe there is a reason things went south the first time around. Mainly because things never “went south” if you catch my drift. Yeah I know I’m insatiable. In all seriousness she was a fine girl and all, but just not the one for me.
Things were actually going well for a couple of weeks. Then courtesy of an illness on her part I had not heard from her for about eight days and deemed her dead. When I finally did hear from her I ended up seeing her once, got stuck walking her shitty fucking dogs (we all know what a fan I am of doggies) and being scolded for not having any ambition in life. I have to say I was rather fed up and disgusted by the whole ordeal. Then we played phone tag for about a week or longer at which point I just decided to let it burn.
In the interim during that eight day period when I thought the above mentioned party had died I met another member of the female persuasion. Where did I meet this one you ask? At the Wild Cat of course. I actually owe the whole thing to Bizarro. We were suppose to meet at the Kitty a few Saturdays ago. Bizarro got too drunk and never made it. No big surprise there. I was flying solo thus more inclined to go and meet new people. I have been seeing this new girl ever since. Things are running alright so far. I suppose time will tell.
Dirty Laundry
I sort of feel like I have been spending the bulk of my spare time doing laundry, thinking about doing laundry, hustling quarters in order to run the washer and dryer, folding laundry, going to the dry cleaners, mending damaged laundry, at the moment I am waiting for my laundry to finish while I write this. It never ends. Then I turn around and my hamper is full again. If I don’t have laundry to do Bizarro is over here doing his laundry since the machines in his building sucks ass or my girl is here mooching my change to do her own laundry being that she does not have a laundry room where she lives. At this rate I should just move into a god damn laundromat.
Doing laundry is always a battle here in my complex since there is only one washer and dryer. Each is a buck twenty five meaning a $2.50 round trip. I always assumed laundry room etiquette to be like bar etiquette with a pool table. If there are quarters on the table then you have fives on it. The other day someone was using the washing machine but I really had to do a wash of my work clothes. Since I was doing nothing but watching all of the Lord of the Rings movies in sequence I figured I would wait it out. I decided that I would put my quarters in the slots of the machine thus indicating that I had the next load. Thirty minutes passed and I still heard the washer going and now the dryer too.
Mind you I live directly in front of the laundry room and can hear everything when I open my front door. I ran over to the washer and sure enough some infidel stole my change and used my wash. I wen back into my house and pulled a full half gallon of cranberry juice out of the fridge and dumped it into their wash. It was a load of whites. Don’t fuck with laundry room etiquette or Lisanti justice will bite you in the ass.
Surfing
My whole entire winter season came down to a total of 45 minutes at Pitas on March 7th, my sister’s birthday as a matter of fact. It was about as good as Pitas gets and I must say if the wind had held out I totally would have called in sick to work. Alas it did not. I will take those few amazing rides to the bank, especially in this winter of let down and heart break. You can read the March ’13 edition of the Surflog for more on that. Besides that session March was another blow out.
Sleepy Time Nick Died
Remember my old roommate Sleepy Time Nick from the fall of ’11? It’s ok if you don’t he was easily around 4 roommates ago. They do pass through the Palace fast now don’t they. Anyhow Nick lived here for about four months of pure insanity. During his tenure Lisanti Land was in a bit of disarray. Anyway Nick was a sweet kid who got mixed up in some rough drug problems. Ultimately we had to oust him from the apartment as a result of such. He ended up moving to England with his dad and getting clean for nearly 18 months. He faltered and died in March of a Heroin overdose. Although Nick and I had our problems I can’t help but be saddened by his untimely death.
If there is one thing I have realized is that we all walk a very fine line between sanity and insanity, life and death. Some of us are more precariously perched then others in this life. My life has always teetered on the bring of destruction yet stayed on the line. At the moment I cannot help but feel a strong sense of tedium with my current direction. Then again I really have not had a direction to move in over the past five years or so. I find myself at a loss of whether it is a good tedium or bad. To me the word tedium by itself just seems negative. Tedium may just be the theme of 2013….
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