Monthly Archives: December 2009

You DO pay me to sit around!

Starting a new job definitely has it’s advantages. Personally, i like the whole training processes that are required when starting a new job. even if you’ve done the same kind of work before and happen to personally exercise superb common sense. They still have to give you, the baby, a bottle, it’s policy. However this new job i just got at your local favorite overpriced bookstore has been the easiest job i’ve ever gotten! My job description basically says that i have to say “hello” to everyone, which i do anyway, and get their orders done quick, and perfect, which I usually do anyway. Did i mention i work in the cafe, as a barista? well, i’ve had years of experience at your local favorite coffeeshop conglomerate and this was even MORE of a walk in the park, with even higher pay! and best of all, it’s in my job description to stand around and yawn when there’s nothing to do! well, not literally in my job description, but it’s okay because it does get slow. There’s a branch from my old coffeeshop right down the street, and a Peet’s coffer across the street from there. People would think twice before going to get coffee from inside of a bookstore, and that suits me juuust fine.

There are some downsides to my new job though. Lots of cute girls. Literate ones at that so they’re not as airheaded as the patrons in my last workplaces. and not only do they come in the form of customers, but they come in the form of co-workers as well. I’ve already been hit on by a few, and normally, i’d say it was awesome, however i’m not interested in these women anymore. Since i’ve been engaged, i only have eyes for my fiancee, Rachel. Even though she doesn’t believe me sometimes, i don’t push that because i know i’d never do anything dishonest. When i started working, i made it known to lots of fellow slaves that i was engaged, and next month, when Rachel visits me for the month, i was planning on showing her off to everyone at my work. Relationships are always tough when one person admires the other, but i find that hard to keep as a secret as well.

So I’ve also been making good with the guys that work there as well. I like my new coworkers, they didn’t have an obsessive drinking compulsion like my friends from outside of work. so hanging out with them allows me to remember what i’ve done the previous night. that and also i’ve been sober for quite some time. (thanks to rachel pointing out my bad habits) and i’ve never felt better. though, i’ve noticed slightly that i’ve influenced these new coworkers into a minor drinking fixation as i unintentionally lured them into surly bliss through stories and triumphs of my “frank-the-Tank” days. i taught one guy how to hold in his liquor, and another guy what to and not to drink on certain occasions. and practically held a 10 minute seminar teaching them how to take shots. a week later, i’m getting texts from them saying, “Hugh, i did your shot technique! you are a god!” or “Hugh, Box o’ Wine at a party was a hit!” I am a very bad man.

I like my new job, and most of the time, i just relax and recieve praise for things i didn’t directly do. this must be what politicians feel like.

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if i could, i’d like to insert a picture of me huddled with head tucked in between my knees right now. LIES LIES LIES!
when the fuck are those going to stop? i have nothing to offer to the mistress of society, and what i have to give, frankly gets shunned away and contradicted by her breezes through the night air. LIES LIES LIES! her breezes have already burned down an entire civilization, and still it’s denizens rebuild upon the old ashes for something better. still she blows her winds over the silent city, and all they did was cherish her.

i guess the lesson is, choke on your own vomit. but don’t make other people who don’t share your beliefs choke on your vomit.

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Secular Passion


Inspiration is like an unwanted guest sometimes. and tonight, it’s going to keep my pen and i awake in 47 degrees. i’ve only got three cigarettes left, but at least i’ve been having beautiful dates with the sunrise these past few days. Then i get to hear that croaky, dry, nostalgic voice that feeds my addiction before i sleep, leaving my date to it’s fulltime job, making trees grow greener, and the wind to blow softer warmer air. as dusk begins this fight, the day retreats and the night slowly wins the fight. blueish hues in the sky pushing the golden brown ones away, during this time of day, but the spectating autumn foliage closest to the bout, reminds us the magnificence and beauty of a glorious battle.

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Calm Like You

Spending every waking hour, sometimes even when the sun comes back for it’s morning shift, searching for absolution in what we’ve done is not only extremely assiduous, but stupid. Looking for an arbitrary solution to end a mutual abasement, has forced me to immediately deplore my efforts. everytime. The situation is knotty, yet a simple panacea sits right in front of our odious noses. i can continue to prate about and absorb your saccharin, but would that be salubrious for me as a man, a human being? not only that, but the surreptitious behavior is beginning to take it’s toll. If this shame is ubiquitous, then why is my time still being wasted as an advocate of the heart? i may be a puppet, but i’m labile. if i continue, this may be the equivalent of selling my soul to the devil, except i don’t get anything in return. However, any bargains with the horned red-man may prove higher affability.

is this the extent? High Aces with Blank Faces.

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Marionette on Weakening Cables

a response to a lookbook.nu Look.

excuse me, but some of the audiences’ usages of repugnant name-callings, are degrading to the prestige that this global fashion community had worked hard to maintain. Like pestering children hopped up on sweets, screaming hordes of ill-mannered nitwits charged into this HYPED-look, in full judgmental costume. Densely believing their anonymity for power, however, far too dimwitted to realize the masks magnified their cowardice. Then you spit and spray your filthy, profane, words at dear fashionably, expressive _____. Relief may befall upon the humanely, supportive half of the forum. why, because these self-righteous foul-mouthed assailants show signs of complete absences of wit. Even the extent of their brilliantly phrased onslaught failed to be any more clever than that of a fatuous prepubescent teenage girl. Asinine slander can hardly pass as a courteous fashion critique.

as far as _____’s Look goes, this is what i have to say; it isn’t a fashionable ‘look,’ however it embodies ______’s individual sense of fashion. Her age printed in bold letters say ’18,’ and so is rock and roll legend, Alice Cooper’s famous song “Eighteen” with the memorable lyric, “cause i’m eghteen, and i don’t know what i want!!” As i’m sure ______ does. Now look at what she’s wearing. A well designed leather jacket and white lingerie shorts. The jacket manufacturing company is unknown as Chicago and Excess is non-existent. how i’m interpreting this expression is that her body is Chicago as she currently resides in, and the excess is in reference to her (apparently infamous) breasts, in which she coined ‘excess’ quite cleverly, as she is not fond of her breasts sometimes either. I know that because her introduction says she’s an 18 dancer from chicago.” Dancer’s with larger breasts have to exert even more effort to follow their passion, to dance.
The white shorts, are INDEED made by a company called Lakes & Stars, The Lakes & Stars were named after a Victorian euphemism describing a woman’s skill in the bedroom. “The Lake & Stars intimates balance, provocation, humor, intelligence and sensuality, for a new vision of feminine style.” And I think most of us who’s ever seen ______’s other looks and followed her can attest her following that paradigm.

That brings us to the last bit of the exhibit; the title. “If I had known you were looking for Marcia fucking Brady, I woulda stayed home.” One would look at this and possibly interpret this the wrong way, However, to a dedicated follower of fashion and modelling, this title has everything to do with the exhibit. The line is actually spoken by the character of Gia Carnagi, a vigilant model, in the movie “Gia.” Summarized, She was a hard working, modelling pistol, locked and loaded. So is ______.

In my opinion, this look is brilliant. As i mentioned, it embodies fashion, NOW. the woman as the power figure, sensual, strong, sexy, and well dressed. I’d consider this Look as a kind of intermission, no, i’d consider this Look a treat we probably don’t deserve. But enjoy it now, get inspired. HYPED! and ♥ cause… how could you not fall in love with this.

…To any of those other dastardly foulmouths, if you don’t have anything pleasant to say, then don’t say it at all.
now FUCK OFF.

i wrote this to defend her honor on a late angry night. even went as far as to spend a large amount time for proper research on fashion a bit in order to fill my words with some amount of clout. it was a little contrived, granted, but the effort and intent was done in goodwill. however, her ease and tact of evading confrontation and courtesy has left me feeling i should’ve just gone to sleep that icy night, wrapped myself up in my lion-blanket and dreamt about how i could’ve paid someone to have a dusty, rancid smelling donkey hind-kick my ribcage in …twice. then wake up saying “i had a good dream,” in comparison to the ruthless, raw reality.

I know in the end i wouldn’t possibly be able to stay peeved. I’d truly miss her ease and tact of making me feel alive, keeping me grounded on this planet.

Her fingers crossed and winter kisses in the air. I’m nowhere near there…

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Inside Pandora’s Box Was a Cake

a strong drive and urge to motivate myself into accomplishing something hazardous to all. intricately detailing the explosive device i cherish with exhausting pieces of my soul to discourage anyone with an intent to defuse. something unstoppable, until it explodes. my conscience is slowly waking to the blinking lights on the device to see the soul hard at work, investing wobbly days and sleepless nights into this project in which neither had a proper democratic vote for. the device simply showed up, and curiosity led to the exploration of this enticing anomaly. the persistence of that pretentiously frail soul cracked a tiny opening in that reluctantly and stationary mystery exposing a nauseating, yet incredibly enticing, though brief, tightening of the air around the room. the confused operator, became instantly addicted to the alien feeling it had never felt before. it was nothing like he’d ever felt, a haunting pain that rushed andrenalin to parts of his being he never donated a thought to. he felt lighter, he felt stronger, he felt younger… he simply felt.

his curiosity piqued towards the tiny little wonder, wondering if he could get inside to discover the secrets tucked away, perhaps secrets to the world, universe, existence, purpose… life? the device had no intention of resisting, and the student had never failed any assignment that was laid in his tracks. he cautiously inched towards it until a mutual understanding was grasped. and with that, our curious surgeon cancelled all his appointments. he wanted no distractions that would potentially disrupt his autopsy, especially not his life, so he’d have to operate in secrecy against his roommate, the ever-so-indolent conscience.

He put in the hours and even overtime. this work made him finally feel alive. to feel god’s gift of sorrow and happiness. sometimes at the same time. the frustrations and the successes came and went, but he loved every second of it.

If that box never appeared, he would’ve remained adrift in the realm of blandness.

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