Gustav is Coming

I have a week's supply of water, batteries, bread, peanut butter, jelly sitting in my home. It must be hurricane season.

Target was out of most of the above. It seems as if the people learned lessons from the storm in 2005. I guess we'll see if our government has too.

It reminds me of a story a friend of mine tells. He was sitting on the tarmac waiting for his flight to take off. The captain came over the intercom and announced they would be delayed for some mechanical issues. My buddy looked out the window and saw a mechanic, wrench in hand, staring at the engine. He then had the pleasure of watching the mechanic pretend to wrench something in the engine. My friend proceeded to ask to speak to the captain.

I hope they didn't use silly putty on the levees, but I'm really not sure.

good memories for anyone else?

A buddy of mine is trying a case. The alleged facts are such.

Guy 1 meets and falls for Girl. Girl decides that she no longer likes Guy 1 starts seeing Guy 2. While wooing Guy 2, Girl gives him a ring which belongs to Guy 1. Guy 1 is less than thrilled.

While driving past a bar, Guy 1 spots Guy 2 outside talking with a couple of people. Guy 1 stops the truck, gets out and sees Guy 2 is wearing the ring.

Guy 1 then says, "Motherfucka, give me my ring back."

Guy 2 responds, "Fuck you, pussy nigga."

Guy 1 barks back, "Bitch, I'm gonna get my ring back."

Guy 2: "Fucking try me."

Guy 1 goes to the rear of his truck, pulls out a .30-06, turns and levels it at Guy 2. The surrounding people flee into the bar. Guy 2 doesn't believe Guy 1 will shoot him, so he stands there and responds, "You ain't gonna do shit."

Guy 1 shoots Guy 2 square in the fucking chest. And then before returning to his truck, goes over to Guy 2's body, takes the ring off his finger and says:

"Nigga, I told you I was gonna get my ring back."

Thoughts?

I Just Don't Know Anymore

Everything disappoints.

Nobody listens, no matter how loud I scream.

It's like a dream, the one where you try to get someone to help you stave off the impending disaster, but they all just stare at you like you're crazy.

Abandoned, all alone.

Like Truman, the only question left is, "How's it going to end?"

thoughts on the day

i don't want to get out of bed.

fuck.

livingston is a weird place.

holy fuck, cops are dirty.

no messages. good deal.

fuck, i wanted a contested hearing.

the fucking kitchen is slow.

work sucks.

this bookstore is okay.

fuck, it's raining.

fuck, i forgot the catfood.

fuck, the cats have to eat.

fuck, so do I.

fuck, the olympics are pretty cool in high definition.

fuck, i need to shower.

bed time.

video of the day: