My last post  --- is being continued here!  Hahahahaha !  

How ironic! I should give myself a slap for letting the previous entry get posted when it was nowhere near done -- right after I mention something about being aware. My little faux pas had nothing to do with beer or any other stimulants by the way. A nurse showed up here unexpectedly and in my haste to get my pants on, hide the contraband, stash the empties then answer the door I goofed. (better mark that down in my book) The damn thing is I hadn't edited this and still had a ton of other things to beak off about. Now it's after midnight and I'm going to finish this but don't be surprised if my usual calm, cool, collected self finds a way to go off on a tangent or some significant rant. It's been extremely hot and humid around here for weeks so I have a well stocked beer fridge and out of the wild blue a guy that owed me a few shekels from awhile back popped by to repay me and he was nice enough to bring me ........... well, let's just say my version of a "stimulus package"

Thank fuck Wild Bill got here after the nurse had left. The very first day that she visited to check things out began with her asking me about 40 questions - the same 40 questions that I'd answered the day before to some flunkie in her office. When I asked her about this, mentioned that 90% of the information was probably right at their fingertips in the office computer from previous visits she became a bit huffy. Actually, she became a fucking snotty bitch but I didn't care. I was in a terrific mood, just having some fun with her. How could I resist for fuck snakes! My doctor had called their office a week before explaining that I needed to be seen by a nurse immediately, if not sooner and it only took a fucking week or so to get here. I get grilled on the phone for almost an hour then told I'm supposed to go over to their office. WRONG. One of the first things I told the bone head on the phone was the simple fact that I can't walk worth a fuck, I'm not feeling well so the nurse has to visit me here - like my doctor requested. My little reminders (cracks) about her office having a couple of useless pricks running it, being a week late getting here, showing up unannounced, -- no phone call to me -- may have ticked her off a bit. It's too bad really because I was just having some fun, was in a great mood to boot. Believe me, I'm just as shocked when I'm in a decent mood but there was a very logical reason for my state of rapture. The night before was pretty uneventful and I spent most of it snoozing until midnight. I woke up - made a really stiff "Cowboy Coffee" then grabbed a cigar and noticed that I was all bright eyed and bushy tailed, just raring to go. At exactly four past midnight the phone rang and I had a very nice conversation with "You Know Who." She is going to remain nameless in my posts if I do mention her. (Don't ask.) Anyways, did you notice that I didn't write anything to the effect that I was surprised when she called? I wasn't surprised because this wasn't the first time that's happened in the past little while but that's another story. For those of you who don't know what I'm stammering on about - imagine losing your best friend, your dog, your favorite kid if you have more than one. Then imagine how happy you'd be if that kid/person/dog - suddenly returned! Yep, I was in a fine mood until this bitch of a nurse decided to turn on her charm and put me in my place. On a good day I can change from being the nicest guy into a fucking monster in a blink so believe me, she had her hands full when I started playing with her.

Nurse: "If you don't want to answer these questions I can just put down that you're being uncooperative and leave!"

ME: I never said I wouldn't answer them. I'm just wondering how many more times you and the next nurse or some other fuck up is going to ask them?"

Nurse: I can just leave, report you as being "noncompliant"

Me: Don't let the door hit that fat ass on your way out. I have sensitive hearing, a smack like that would sound like a 500 pound guy doing a belly flop from 10 stories up. Oh, I'd call you a C_ _T but, alas a C_ _T is useful. By the way, "Noncompliant" is a username I have in a blog site. HEHEHEHE!!!! See ya' later!"

Hell. I didn't get to tell this nurse how ridiculous things have been around here. Maybe I'll ask you guys what you think about some of these issues.

For starters, on top of being damned sleepy and tired I've been eating like an animal! Here's a list of what I devour in one day.

2 or 3 eggs poached or over easy
2 slices toast with PB or jam
big glass juice
2 bowls of raisin bran or corn flakes
coffee (s)

One hour later

cup of trail mix or granola
2 bowls of oatmeal with a ton of brown sugar
orange/apple/banana
protein shake with one egg and honey, peanut butter

around noon
4 tuna sandwiches with lettuce/mayo
bowl of homemade spaghetti - has mushrooms, peppers, ground beef etc.
apples, banana
trail mix
2 oe 3 pieces toast & jam

All afternoon - Trail Mix - toast and jam x 3, milk, apple, couple of hot dogs, -- anything I get my hands on.

Around 6 PM

2 pork chops, potato, carrots, peppers, salad, milk,

All night - Trail mix, yogurt, raisins, toast & jam, couple more bowls of cereal, crackers & cheese. (sit down with PB and have with 20 crackers)

Around 2 AM, have big plate of spaghetti.

Around 4 or 5 AM -- 10 oz. strip loin steak, potato, hot peppers, mixed veggies, yogurt. Big bowl of cereal with yogurt on it.

   My 4 AM snack

Guess I should have mentioned that I'm only 5' 7" tall - My fighting weight was 155 lbs. so when I suddenly dropped about 27 lbs. in March I was pretty worried but didn't panic. Around that time I was still upset, going fuckin' bonkers worrying and wondering about "You Know Who" so I just kind of ignored losing about 1/6th of my body weight. It took until June 1st before I actually realized something pretty fucked up has been playing havoc with my health and here's the funny part. Justin Bieber is responsible for that fateful day!! (I'm exaggerating of course - I'm not that fucking dense)

This post is getting a wee bit long so I'll just lay out the basics. I was out doing a bunch of errands, decided to take a break in the bar downtown. It use to be my old hang-out, the pool hall where I pretty well grew up. I plopped down a 5, ordered an extra spicy Caesar and asked why the pool tables in the back were roped off. The bar wench gave me a filthy look and just walked away after giving me my drink. Ignorant fuck. Her "second in command" behind the bar - some burly looking lumberjack type informed me that there was a private party renting all of the pool tables so no one was allowed back there today. Good enough for me so I sat back, my shades on and my hat pulled down -- relaxed and it wasn't 30 seconds later I see this hand swipe my drink that I hadn't even touched and then my 5 dollar bill is thrown at me. The next thing I know there's 3 gorilla's surrounding me. Imagine mutant bodybuilders in full roid rage decending upon me! One of them mumbled something - said I can't sleep in the bar. If I was asleep when I leaned back for that 30 seconds or so - how in the fuck did I see the bitch snatch my drink? The next thing I know I'm being marched towards the exit but on the way my Hungarian/Scottich ire kicks in and I just said "Fuck this" -- put my right foot out, grabbed the guy on my right in mid-stride and tossed him to the floor like a sack of shit. The other two neanderthals were so startled they backed off and I let them know in no uncertain terms that if they made another move towards me it would be the last fucking thing they ever did. I was so wound up, ready to take this guys eyes and throat out I barely noticed the crowd outside and a couple of reporters peering through the window. Then I hear the kids chanting for Bieber as I'm walking away cursing like a rabid pirate. Nothing like a fight or at least the prospect of a brawl to get the old adrenaline going. 

Being around people these days is pretty risky business for me without a doubt. Last week I got a bit snarky with a Newfie woman that works at the corner store where I buy necessities. This ignorant moron has the manners of a rabid sow beast. She yaps on the phone, ignores people until she's good and ready to ring your purchases up, ---- still on the phone,--- makes errors and tells her " Fuckwit Boyfriend" she has to go for a minute to clear up a "customer problem" I couldn't help overhear her bitching and whing about paying $70.00 for an ethernet cable last week so I piped up and mentioned that I had found a great place that has all kinds of that stuff and it delivers for free too!  My next move,   told her I bought a new Fujifilm camera. Well holy shit! Next thing I know, she has the same camera. Bought it for her 10 year old kid. The one that can't tell the difference between peanut butter, chocolate or snot on his lips and face so he eats it all!!! Yes, you paid $600.00 for the kid's camera - the same one as mine. Funny thing. I never fucking said what model of camera or what the fuck I paid for it either. Lying sack of shit.
One thing I can't stand is liars - and this pathetic excuse for a moron was way out of her league trying to bullshit me. I've heard some of the best cons and scams from dirt bags that make a living at it, had an old lady once that could charm and smooth over doctors to get narcotics weeks before she was due. Even in full tilt junkie withdrawls she'd lay it on slicker than greese through a goose. I'm not even going to mention the really bad people I know.

In the past few months I've gone through some kind of behavioral metamorphosis I think. I can count the number of times I've laughed since December on one hand but would need a full time bookkeeper to keep tabs on the number of times I've been pissed off. I've tried to figure out why I almost enjoy these little skirmishes I seem to have with people on a regular basis and have no answers. My explosive temper and the mind numbing barrage of insults, cursing, threats and on occassion physical violence was usually a very rare event. Ok, not rare event but at least I tried to keep things in check. Maybe I have some sort of chemical imbalance or bad wiring in my head that causes me to lash out at rude, useless, incompetent, worthless bastards. You know. About 60% of the population. He he he he he !!!
And "You Know Who" calls me a mean old bastard! I am not old! Not in my mind anyway!!!

Looks like my perseverance, threats, cursing and diabolical charm has paid off kids!  

I just received a message from Coach Customer Services and they are dealing with this. See, sometimes the squeaky wheel does get the grease - or in this case, the spammers in hot fucking water. Take that ya' Bastards!! 

Who says "No good deed shall go unpunished?"  I'm off to the Beer Store!  Yeeeee Hawwwwww!!  

Good morning ladies and gentiles. 

I'm sure many of you are well aware of the problems SPAM causes. I'm not going to pussy foot around and suggest to do this or do that. Nope. You deal with that shit and mung your way and I will continue to be a thorn in spammers sides by utilizing my methods. Believe it or not when you call up the head office of some company and inform them that certain lowlife spammers are plastering ads of their products all over certain websites they seem surprised.  In no uncertain terms I cleared up a lot of things and sincerely expressed how I feel about their ads ruining people's posts and even worse, getting me even further pissed off. 

I've got enough to deal with and the last thing I need is some flunkie on the phone lying, weaseling, backtracking and playing dumb when I explain things. I don't speak "idiot" was about the only thing I'm sure the now tearful lackie understood from the barrage of insults and various demented curse words that I screamed at her. 

Here's today's spamming culprit and the comments I left on their hijacked real estate in Xanga. 

 You know that old saying "There's more to this than what meets the eye." and of course everyone has heard   "A cloud with a silver lining." 

Both of those little quips apply to this spamming adventure.  A couple of weeks ago I was feeling pretty low and miserable and was playing with the notion of removing my Xanga account. For the last 4 months every time I want to write in here or even visit others I wind up a fucking mess. It doesn't take much, one small reminder or a thought that touches me when I think about Ann and the next thing I know I'm missing my best friend terribly. Some acrid liquid began seeping from my eyes and it burned as bad as Holy Water, made my mascara run too damn it.  Being sad and upset usually leads to a much more dangerous state pretty quickly so I had a real pickle on my hands. I don't let myself stay sad - I channel that emotion to another place where it's molded and shaped into pure unadultrated fury and hatred. It's pretty fucking bad when your own mother just looks at you, sees the monster I've become and runs away in fear. She always used that "if looks could kill"  line on me but now things have really sunk to new depths of depravity. 

 Anyways believe it or not something good actually came from this spam shit. I decided to peek into Xanga early this morning and almost immediately the first post that caught my eye was Bob's  --   http://twoberry.xanga.com/       He did a post about these spamming whores as well but as I read it I also remembered many of the great posts he's contributed here. One thing led to another and I began to recall many of my friends, their faces, smiles, characteristics of people. And then, I remembered why I joined Xanga in the first place. 

Maybe tomorrow when I sign into Xanga I won't crack up and allow myself to be overwhelmed in misery. I'll still have millions of little reminders tempting me, trying to drag me back to that fucking sewer my mind has resided in the last few months. Guess I'm just going to have to find a way to convert them into something useful. When it comes right down to it -- the spamming sidewinders are partially responsible for leading me out of a very bad place.  Maybe I'll call them up, apologize for going berserk last week. 

 When Hell freezes over!