I know call me a slacker.

yeah I know I have been slacking on the blog thing but I have been busy. staying out too late, drinking too much. Plus it's starting to get really nice so really who wants to stay in and blog. I am really excited cause tomorrow is the New York Comic Con. I can not wait. I know I'm doing tomorrow (so that I can get the right arm bands for the big signings like Stan lee and Alex Ross.)
I also really want to make sure I get in for the hell boy 2 Talk back with the stars of the film and director. good times I am psyched. Things have been kinda lame of late, been working my ass off last wee was a bitch, but ehh what you gonna do. well that's really it. Look forward to my updates on the comic con. Hopefully I'll get some awesome pics like I did last year. remember don't share needles.

These Boots are made for fucking up your day!

Last night after going to the Barrow Bowling happy fun time, and after hanging with the talented and lovely miss Amanda Thackray, went I got home there was none parking. so I figured I'll park in front of Pops wake up early like 8 move my car and wake up again when it was time for work. The Ryborg called making fun of my Licence plate and telling me he was at pops messing with fat sluts. I told him wait right there I'll be right over. Granted I got there too late and the as he called them fat sluts went home as I walked in. after a while Ryborg and I rolled over to his place to chill out and B.S. around 4am there was still no parking so I realized I would have to wake early.
I got up at 8am went to move my car. TICKET. FUCK.
moved the car, went inside to sleep till noon.
Noon comes I get dressed for work, wanted to deposit some cash, then off to work.
12:25 walk outside to have a smoke and go to the bank.
whats that on my Car? TICKET oh and on top of that ticket a MOTHERFUCKING BOOT. so I call the number on the sheet they tell me I have to go to summit ave to pay off some tickets, then I would have to go to the parking authority to pay to get the boot taken off.
Luckily, James from work said he would give me a ride to summit, which would save me some time and some walking. go there had to pay about three hundred in tickets, then had to walk all the way to the middle of central ave to pay to get the boot removed. Then after all that fun I still had to walk all the way back to my house. I had to dip in to my rent money and I am now so broke it's not funny. FUCK!

25 cent friends & What are you thinking?

so last night I was out and about cause, shit I get paid to to that. Thats How I roll, Kid. Anyway, I ran into one of my 25 cent friends, what are 25 cent friends? The people who are always happy to see me when I'm doin the camel thing, the people who are all buddy buddy with me till they get their smokes, then they say and I love this one "well I see that your working I won't bother you any more" well duh of course not, you got what you wanted. It's like the guy who shows a girl the door after he got his nut off. I was told something last night that made me laugh, and realize man some people are sad. I went into one of the bars and the Manager said "good thing you made it, that guy was getting pissed that you had not yet made it over here yet." A grown man was waiting for me, even after I saw him on the street and said "I may not work tonight"

I digress, so 25 cent friend (yes back to that) was all "we never hang out we totally should...we should gotot the movies!" I was like o.k. call me whenever...she then says yeah maybe we can go see 'Meet the spartains'. I wish at this moment that I could freeze time and go back. Go back and tell her shhhhh, don't say another word, your a pretty girl, who sometimes grates my soul...but don't say let's see 'meet the spartains' to me. you may as well say please jump my ignorant bones. Look I'm not all film snob or what not. But one night I was in Pop Merrigans and a hispanic and his black pal saw the commercial came on and the Hispanic fella was like "Yo! that movie looks mad good" I wanted to hop off my bar stool shoot them in the face and leave a copy of 'airplane' on their dead body's. NO I DO NOT WANT TO SEE MEET THE SPARTA INS! It looks like if a steamy pile of elephant shit. My answer was "there are 9 movies I want to see right now and 'meet the Spartans is not even in the top 750. Fuck that movie...and the fact that it made box office gold..ugh. I'm gonna go now maybe Grandma's boy is on that movies fuckin funny. No really it is.