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another day, same story. My luck, with anything involving dating sucks ass. I love the no call, no text, no courtesy of any sort whatsoever. I mean what the fuck do I have to do to get a decent shot these days?



....fucking fuck fuck I'm so sick of this. I can deal with being rejected, so long as the bitch has the spine to actually vocalize rejection. Silence is so pathetic.

As a youth, I had always imagined the perfect set up to a family. Don't get me wrong, i'm his father, and I see him every week. Its just, I am no authority figure to him it seems. Over a year he lived without me, i'm not there when he wakes up every day, nor when he goes to bed. And if anyone asks me the same fucking question I've been asked a hundred times already "well why aren't you two together?" ...because we didn't work out the first time, our beliefs and ideals are different. Because I don't have those feelings of love for her that I once had. I just wish, the familial situation was different. But i'm lucky right?



I'm a father, and a good one. So why do I feel left lacking when I think about it?



no answers please.... these are the questions best answered by experience I hope.

In my profession, the way up the ladder is to another restaurant, or to boot management lol. In my profession, recessions mean hold your job with your life and if you're lucky you won't be replaced by someone better in a couple months.



I did the unthinkable, I hung out with coworkers, and my bosses at my OLD place of work kicking back drinks and playing pool. I figured I'm such a dick that I haven't given them a chance as people outside of work. They were as I had assumed nothing but party happy college kids ranging from my age, to 35. I only make this statement out of frustration because I'm "just a cook" yet i've got people asking me questions, looking at me and expecting me to be some sort of management responsible equivilent....no I don't care that I spelled that wrong.



I haven't had a raise in the 16 months i've worked for these people, promises of medical yet to be fulfilled, and I've actually spent money on necessary items for that godforsaken place.



I really think i'm going to go back to college for my musical theory, and preformance. Alas, being a starving musician is okay, when its just you that you must worry about...i've got my son and my options so limited that i've must find a way to make it work. ....step one, audition for a good musical affiliate needing a concert trombonist. Step two, sabatoge my competitors lol.

for all the broads out there, who meet these specifications. The Real Crazies, not the fun crazies like the ladies I enjoy a good casual conversation with.



I was thinking, about how at times it can be a bit hard to put ones self out there and try to talk to new people. Then I realized that the cocky bastard cook that I am has more than enough confidence to do so. Then I remembered that your side of the species is nucking FUTS!!



For as a friend, you get to complain and whine, and wish there was a great man out there who will be Honest, loving, and just hold your hand. But really you want a steamy hunk who will fuck your brains out, treat you like shit, and leave you wanting to wait on him hand and foot. Why because your simple narrow minded ass has yet to evolve and wise up from milenia of pounded genetics. Nice guys are for two types of women, Manipulators, and the empathetic evolved.



Now, I am a raging ass, I have come to accept this. I've been jaded, skirked, and passed over for many of things. Yet I keep coming back, trying my damndest to weed through the uber crazies to get to some decent people who actually want and need friends. Alas, I'm starting to wear thin. Lies, excuses, self involved spoiled behavior, Really its just getting old.



So i've one question for your type of dame;

How can you have the arrogance to believe you are actually better than me, when you are just as self involved, narcissistic, and dumb as the male counterparts you constantly seek?



Short answer I came up with... GO FUCK YOURSELF if you can't be an actual person. At least have the self respect to admit you're just another fake in a stack of millions. If you claim to be down to earth and warm hearted, when in reality you act like the high school cheerleader I think you should be forced to walk around in clown make up for a day.

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SteelIndigo
09:34 Sep 17 2009

I don't find what you are saying insulting. I have had many male friends with these sentiments and females as well. People are just people no matter the gender and they all do crappy things to each other. Seems like when you find a real friend of the opposite sex somthing gets in the way. I guess we just haven't learned the right "rituals" to get along and understand each other and accept that people in general just aren't perfect and will make mistakes, will sometimes do less than honorable things. Sometimes it is self involvment and other times it has nothing to do with the sig other or friend at all and is something we don't understand that is the motivation. If there is too much baggage being drug behind it makes it difficult to be friends with people like that. I think men and women try too hard to understand each other rather than just accept each other as having different expectations.



As for the guy, I think we want one who will let us complain if we need to vent, hold our hands, be romantic, be a friend and steamy and hot and all of that...we want what doesn't exist. LOL



PS: Men complain too.

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was some bull. worked from 8am to 1pm saturday, then came back at 3pm till 12:30AM... only to be back at work at 7:30am today till 3pm. Granted I liked the 9 and a half hours of overtime, but fucking jesus why didn't I go home early today. Why did the pissy little brown noser who couldn't handle a 3000$ 6 hour food fest from hell get to go home early.



Fuck labor laws, give me my due you future leather couch looking bitch. ... i'm done.

Fundamentalist, close minded, idiot.



I have come to many disagrements with my god as I've known it. Along the path to who I am I have struggled to find what is a good christian. I settled that being christian will always be secondary to being a Decent, good, kind and caring person. The commandments set forth to me from supposed ancestors roughly 3 thousand plus years ago are strange. Though shalt not kill being the strangest, yet easily I agree with it the most. Think, at that time where a daughter could be stoned to death for refusing her fathers order to be sold into slavery. Where the slightest word against the Judaic Jehova was cause for death or exile. A man comes down from a mountain with two tablets, or more who really knows. the first and most important command... No more killing. I've never heard "thou shalt not kill unless herecy is commited" Just "THOU SHALT NOT KILL"



The others, relate much more to the secular belief of one god, and more so to the regular affairs of man. But does a command for no more killing not scream of an interference of divine being? As men, as humans we strive, and thrash to get to the top. Death, weaopns, famine, murder, deceit, sabatoge, greed. These are our tools, curses, and ingrained behaviors. But to come beyond that. To have wisdom to see the wrong doings is not just evolution in my mind, but the actuation of evolving intelligence in a god/being who plays an absent part these days.



I mentioned Fundamentalists... this is among ALL peoples. Christians, Muslims, Jews, vodunists, Minor, and major pagean beliefs.



If it has been told, or written through out time and you believe it to be true that is fine. It is not okay to say that only your "religion" is correct, that all others are false and evil, of heretic design and only out to undermind the structure of your beliefs. If yours is correct, then everyone elses must be correct is this not the way of exacting truth? For the words of man are flawed, 2000 years, or only 200 years. It is perspective, and opinion that has come down upon us to force us into one group or the other.



I believe in wisdom, kindness, good, and a kind god. If I am sent to a place of torment for my decisions, for my friends of homosexual nature, and pagean beliefs then the god I believed in was not a god at all. Merely a self involved being of greater power than myself, and I will have no qualms for I know that I lead a life not confined by narrow ideas and beliefs.



If I do not hurt you, and you don't hurt me than why should I care? If you only promote violence, and self centered behavior focusing on slighting others and worrying only about the now and what you can get well take your message far away from my presence. Lifes too short to worry about everything, but my life isn't the only one to worry about anymore.

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Bones
02:23 Sep 11 2009

Oh ye of little faith.....

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ThePinja
06:43 Sep 11 2009

HARDY har har

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Cancer... science found that cancer occurs at a much higher occurance in obese, and overweight people. Cancer rna, like narcotics, and hallucinogens are stored, and form in fat cells. The less body fat you have, the less likely cancer is to happen to you, unless of course its in the family history.



Second reason, Kids. If you have kids... why the fuck are you not up being active in their life? Trust me when I say that being a father of a 2 year old sleep is roughly 6th on my list of priorities. Yet, I see about every fourth or fifth parent being obese. wtf...





Random rant...

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SteelIndigo
22:40 Sep 10 2009

Sugar and a sedentary life (the computers) is the culprit. People use to eat fresh fruit and vegetables. Now everything is canned, flash frozen and you name it and covered in pesticides. Not too appetizing really. We need to go back to the land. People kept fit because they worked the land and they appreciated the land instead of killing it.

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It fucking hurts. I had the one time session with not a trainer, but the training manager.... she killed me. It hurts to make the action to sit. I'm so glad I'm just going to be going on my own for a while.