ITT Phil admits that he and Genocide are hanging out & having beers and steaks
 

Probably not gonna wave the gun around though. Nigga just hit me up as I was finishing a bottle of wine for breakfast, 'cause I've got problems and shit.


Anyway, just thought I'd keep you guys in the circle. Anybody in the area is invited to come chill and eat dead cow chunks.

I want to eat steak with you guys :(

The soup kitchen has steak now?

I woke up and made a breakfast consisting of 5 scrambled eggs, 1 cup of oatmeal with brown sugar, a banana, and a protein shake.

I then wrote a dissertation on two Open Mics which I have yet to post, instead hoping to get them published in Science within the fortnight.

As of this very second I am eating two cans of tuna raw and a salad for lunch while listening to Jay Electronica's 'Eternal Sunshine' after being stunned by his guest spot on PRhyme, the first I've heard of him.

Next, I plan on going to the local YMCA and engaging in the act of squatting with weight on my shoulder girdle.

Thereafter, I will go over to an acquaintances house to watch the day's NFL games.

At night, I may write some silly text piece for the AOWL. Some rhymes have been kicking around my head for days now.

My mind is becoming sharp again with my clean diet and healthy lifestyle which began, predictably, on the 1st of the year. I hope to soon become CEO of the Earth with these improvements.

Glad to see your day is productive as well.

When you become CEO can I have a job please?

And some tuna?

You will become VP, with a direct charge over all mammals (including Foxes) while also being Czar of all Ireland.

I will be keeping the tuna to myself.

This is fair.

You are a kind and wise man.

Well. I woke out of a drunken stupor, at my cousin's house. It was her 24th birthday Thursday, so I decided I had to make the cruise down to the oh so fabulous capitol city of the fine state I plant my toes in, Salem. It's a fucking wasteland I was born near. Anyways, the Jell-O shots/tequila shots/ coronas/whathaveyou did not do a motherfucker right. I still have a headache from one of Hell's openings, lingering around my skull. Good thing I decided to do about 105 mph on the freeway home. Girlfriend told me I was scaring her. I gave her a satanic chuckle with out even glancing in her direction. I threw up liquids only before I hopped into my heated seats, so it's chill.

This is a fun topic now.

I jerked off. Ate some Raisin Bran and left over pizza. Crushing on Allie from Austin and Allie. Ignoring children. Need to clean the house. Don't wanna. Sick. Flu or something. Cancelled a date last night due to flu. Bitch didn't wanna get sick. Holding it against her. Talking to another bitch now. Reminds me of Becca Moody. Need to do dishes. Don't wanna. Feel fat. Haven't run in like a week. Sick. Work. School. Not a great day thus far.

When I was a lowly submariner, I learned a vital trick to cure all hangovers. Nobody wants to try it until they learn that it actually fucking works though.


2 or 3 beers is the cure to all hangovers large or small. I kid you not.

no videos no care

This is dope bro. Your clean habits will help balance your neurotransmitters amd the exercise coupled with this will aid you in preventing another depressive bout.

Hair of the dog, also known locally as 'the cure' as in "I just woke and I'm really hungover so I'm going back to the bar for 'the cure', I'll meet you there"...yeah it usually works although if you have been drinking whiskey for 48 hours, nothing will help other than to not be conscious.

i woke up, tired, getting only 6 hours of sleep after playing too much nhl last night

i did my early morning routine. pooped. brushed my teeth. etc.

packed up my gear bag, ate a light breakfast of greek yogurt and a banana. gave the dog his meds and let him out. waited for my friend to pick me up for bjj.

got some good rolls in. we had a visitor from CMMA who wanted to get some exposure to new people before a pre-MMA fight gi match he is having up in myrtle on the 24th. nice guy with wicked darce choke transitions. didn't get a chance to roll with him though. continued working on various butterfly sweeps and transitions today. felt good, no real injuries, a little sore on my one side from going inverted and pulling too hard.

came home, told amen what an illiterate faggot he was. ate a string cheese. ate some blackberries. ate a pickle.

took a shower. confirmed w/ my other friend we'd head out for the panthers game tonight.

came downstairs and played with the dog for 20 minutes or so.

eating tostitos and procrastinating over sending this bottle of westbrook 4th anniversary ale to the guys at burial beer up in asheville in exchange for one of their new skillet doughnut stout releases.

wife works/worked thurs, fri, sat, sun this week. sleeping (she does overnights).

so i guess you could say it's a nice little saturday.

going to some trap shooting club up by georgetown tomorrow to shoot skeet.

I woke up at 2pm, hungover, just as the game was beginning, ate curry and then icecream, drank 3 cans of coke, game finished, got high, went back to bed, didn't sleep, walked the dog, got wet from rain, getting a cold, keep sneezing, was invited out to a party, probably won't go, will probably get higher and watch random youtube videos and hopefully sleep.

Yall are making me depressed.

That's better.

Actually sounds like a bad ass weekend day brah.

Another question I wouldn't know the answer to.

<3

I woke up. getting ready for a pretower meeting...and ANOTHER 12 hr shift trapped out here in the middle of the gulf. The only thing keeping me sane is speculating on all the crazy shit ima do when I get home. I need some fucking pussy so bad...I been jacking off like every other day but that shit aint cutting it no more. Dude I been in this environment for like 3-4 months. Im going to go home and ving rhames a bitch.

lol so it sucks for me too..don't feel bad

Why u do this?

Woke up, sneezed numerous times. Grabbed a granola bar and drove to a local tag agency to get my car registration renewed. Half way through a long line, realized they didn't accept cards. Left. Got ready and headed to the basketball court for a couple games with the boys. Had a really good defensive showing. Someone called me Speedy Gonzales today.

Went home, grabbed two pieces of bread. Ate them. Drank water. Headed over to neighbor's son's house to help them move some stuff out of their garage for $12 an hour. Had two burgers from Steak N' Shake.

Feeling good. Have to write a verse for the RHYME on PR. About to say fuck it, can't think of anything to write. Date tonight with a preppy type woman. She's probably horny. This is a good premonition.

hey cake, i love jay electronica.

in saying that tho i only like 2 of his songs. dear moleskine is my favorite. exhibit c is dope to.

other than that he's really only good in his guest appearances. imo. but he is excellent in spaces.

google "talib kweli/jay electronica - just begun"

thats another one.

but word. this is probably one of my favorite songs of all time

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFZ3jJgHSvI

HAVE YOU EVER EVER EVER BEEN DEPRESSED SO BAD
IT WAS A STRUGGLE EVERY DAY NOT TO REGRET YO PAST

I hate that Vulgar has boys.

Woke up and played tickle wars with the gf for an hour or two..then fucked


For an hour or two

Went to a sports bar, had a pastrami rubin and a couple craft beers. Then went to my aunts house to drink beer watch the game and smoke tritip and salmon. Next os my grandmas bday..


I just wanted to join in the diary thingy

I awoke to the sound of my neighbor's alarm clock. The wall that separates our bedrooms is awkwardly thin, especially since I've never even met this guy. It was 11:30 a.m., promptly. I try to set my alarms for odd times because it creates motivation. My brain is weird.

I stayed in bed for another two hours, half-sleeping and half-bullshitting on my phone. Finally I arose at around 1:15 p.m. to watch some basketball. First I brushed with Crest ProHealth and shat with my rectum. I actually had watched some basketball from bed on my phone. WatchESPN and smartphones in general are going to ruin America.

The Knicks were embarrassed. Kentucky was, too, despite winning. I don't like the Harrison twins at all, but Tyler Ulis and Devin Booker are good enough to save the season. They should go something like 38-1. Still might wind up losing to Duke or Gonzaga. I like this Gonzaga team more than most people do, though. Tim Hardaway Jr. can't be your No. 1 option, though. I think I can appreciate Phil Jackson's plan, but this is going to be ugly. It already is.

So I turned off the basketball at about 3. Had a little bit of work to do. I work every day, but today it was only going to be for about three hours. I knocked out a story and some other stuff, taught a coworker how to properly use Photoshop and tweeted a bunch of inane things because Twitter exists. At some point, I threw a couple pork/beef combination hot dogs on the Foreman Grill. I ate them with peanut butter because it's delicious. Peanut butter goes with everything.

Throughout this period I visited Netcees, but it was sort of a half-ass visitation. I haven't really been giving this site my undivided attention as much lately. But here I am, typing up what I did today.

lol

Bb woke. Peen hard. Smacked it. Knew it wouldnt do anything but did anyway. Laughed. Woke up. eye crust serious. So serious, wiped 4 times. nothing. still blind. more. Rock falls out. had a rock in my eye. dying. Old. Where'd it come from? The clock said 6:23 but i thought it said fuck you. So blind. Woke up. No breakfast. Tired. Drank 2 bottles of water. Thirsty. Drank more on the way to work. Yeah, work. Mustachia texted me. Told her to stfu. Straight up. Listened to a podcast. Didn't though, just wanted people conversing in the background. Had it on low. like 3 volume. Just enough to hear them conversing. Wanted to punch things. Did. Punched them. Just kidding, didn't. Made 2 boxes to put stuff in. Tape gun. Cut myself. Got a papercut. Cardboard cut. imagined my peen getting a papercut in the urethra. Mind shearing image. Hurt. Cringing. Cringing now. hate it. Worst. Worser than a blade in ur eyeball. Like, reapers blade. Yuck. Tired. Went home, slept. Woke up, hated myself. Know I'm better than everyone, so doesnt matter. Farted ridiculously long. Drank soup. Like 9 bowls. Just endlessly. Not even paying attention to it. Just drinking. Pee'dfor like 5 hours. Wish I could see my soup turn into pee. We havent seen this happen. Nobody has. Hate pee. Hate when it splashes in the toilet bowl. Bb doesnt like it. Mad. Avoid the water. Try to aim on the side. miss sometimes. Hits the floor. Dont clean it. Disgusting. Cold pee. Just leave it till it evaporates. Dog peed on the floor. Stain there now. Fucka idiyote.

Lold 3 words in.

Got sick. Fuck you.

All mexicans know this to b true

Have a brew for me, my fellow DMVers.

woke up. ate six spoonfuls of chunky peanut butter. girlfriend is in Vermont with her roommates, miserable & keeps complaining that I'm not up there. Said she wishes I was there because everyone's doing coupley shit. had to leave to get my car fixed. ended up putting off the repairs to visit an old friend in the southern portion of the state, caught up & went to a few thrift stores. Bought some Modest Mouse, Cat Stevens, and one of those African hats. Made plans for friend to come celebrate her birthday with me, probably going to get obliterated, flirt heavily and wonder how long my current relationship is going to last. She was not wearing a bra, couldn't stop touching me on the arm/ back/ hand. reminded myself that I'm happy as long as I keep my phone off. Ate a burrito with pineapple in it. Drank heavily in the present timeframe and realized that both girls are polar opposites of one another. Reminded myself that I'm happy. Took an ass-shredding SHIT and did half a workout, hammered. Currently sobbing and stuffing gauze into my asshole in the fetal position as Dashboard Confessional plays in the background. Gonna draw razor blade scars on my wrists with a magic marker and post it to my Xanga/ Deviantart

Wtf.

Classic holocene.

Holocene wins.

Let's do this again tomorrow.

Agrees.