Phreze's blog: "You Can't Be Serious.."

I don't know why every person I deal with seems to think that making me feel better is the answer to their own problem. Look, I understand that people 'may' care and all, but when I want to be cared about, I'll care about myself. It's just easier that way.

It can't get much clearer than "I want to be left alone." But for some reason, whenever I tell someone that, that for some reason still gives them license to come bug me, or call me 50 times a day over some dumb shit, or even worse, getting pissy because I have "shut them out". GET THE FUCK OVER IT! It pisses me off that people do not realize that THEY might be the reason that I do not want to be bothered today. And even if not, I should not be made to feel like shit because I would rather be alone and have no conversation at all than sit with someone who persists to piss me off, and force myself to have conversation I clearly do not fucking feel like having. OK. That's all done now. Back to ///////#~~~

So my plans with my friend did not work out tonight. Would have not been a big deal, if I hadn't busted ass the entire day getting my menial tasks done, thereby freeing me for the evening to hang out. Was even willing to run the risk of being late to class tommorow morning to hang out tonight. What is even worse is the fact that I had other plans with a close friend of many years earlier that evening, which I did not make because my wife was not home to take over the children for me. All this I can deal with. Then I get a TEXT message, cancelling plans. I'm done with humanity for the evening.

Normally, I would use this time to start bitching about something or other. Well, maybe later. But not right this moment. Now, I am a little saddened that a friend of mine, who was living right next door with her sister has moved further downtown. Not very far away, but because I rarely even leave my house anyway, that can seem like lightyears. The upside to this though, is that her sister still remains in residence next door, at least for a short time until she can sell the house, which will prove almost impossible as it is a hovel. No offense. I'll take pics. Anyway, back on subject, my friend is an avid Halo 2 junkie like myself. She plans to get her own Xbox and play with me across the internet. I currently own two boxes, each with their own Live account, so I can play in my office, wife/guest play upstairs, communicating by headset. We love the game, and believe that remaining vigilante in it will allow us to remain close. I am seriously on the hook about giving up my cigarettes. For some reason the last three packs or so that I have smoked do not have the same pleasure and taste as I was used to. I've smoked for years, so I know it's a hard habit to break. Ah, the things we do for health. And, I am tired of tasting nicotine even when I don't want it. Plus, I am getting a kick out of this whole OJ Simpson thing. If he gets out of this one, I am knocking a fuckin' gas station over the night he's aquitted. So far, now he's got strong-arm robbery, kidnapping, impersonating police, brandishing a weapon. Johnny C has GOT to be rollin' the fuck over right now. And for the record, Mountain Dew's "Game Fuel" for the Halo 3 release, tastes like 3 different types of shit, mixed with 4 flavors of ass. That is all. I'm gonna go smile now.

What's love got to do with it? And I really mean that. If a man is whippin' your ass on a regular, leave him, call the police, do-it-yourself Home Castration Kit, etc. I am not voicing disdain at the individuals who do not leave abusers immediatly, but common sense tells us that if this person is already proven that they will not stop abusing, then there is really nothing to be done, but a segregation of the two parties. Sticking to the filed charges after he is hauled away would help too.

When you type in a URL (such as www.fubar.com), you are making a request for information. Once the request is recieved, information is transmitted to the requesting machine from the host. Upon completion, a small packet is sent to the requesting machine that asks that machine for a confirmation that all data was delivered succesfully. An acknowledgement is then sent, and the process repeats every single time you request a peice of information. Even if the information is not present, there is at least data introduced denoting that fact. That's it. Dirt fuckin simple. Now, computers can move data two ways, in and out at the same time. (At least most protocols allow that). The same is not true of individuals, people, humans. When a person transmits (speaks), the data line must move one way, until all relevant information is delivered. It is at this time that an acknowledgement, or reciprocating data can be introduced from the reciever (listener). This can continue back and forth for as long as it takes to process all the data that has been flying around. This metaphorical data exchange is usually referred to as a "conversation" when conducted between living persons. Perhaps someone should tell Tanya that.

I think I completly mismanage my time here lately. Seems like everytime I attempt to start a process, something else comes along and hinders that. I really do try to limit the amount of bullshit that I deal with on a daily, but seems like here lately, that is not happening. Nothing really momumental about this entry. Just felt like bitching.

OK, so first I would like to give a a personal moment of silence for the recently deceased dignity of a former friend of mine. His fakeness shone through today like so much bling. Took him an hour to admit he walked three blocks to my house to ask me to drive him to Rent-A-Center. That's right. Rent-A-Center. HE DOESN'T HAVE A CAR. He could drive a H3 for what he's willing to pay for a big screen. Did I mention that he is renting a big screen with a government check, no job, living in Section 8 housing 'cuz he ain't held a job for more than 45 minutes since 2004. No? OK, well he is renting a big screen with a government check, no job, living in Section 8 housing 'cuz he ain't held a job for more than 45 minutes since 2004. I would also like to give a big shout out to SP. He has actually managed to sink to a new low, using his kid as leverage against his baby mother. Kudos to you, buddy. I figured you couldn't be anymore of a bastard, but you really seek to impress. Way to take the initiative, asswipe. It's all good though. If you hadn't become a complete a-hole, she would have never discovered her love for other men AND LOTS OF THEM! You finally got her to open up...usually when you are at work. I'd like to give a big shout to D. Without you, I would have never learned that when you say "I'll have your money", that really means "I want to run away from you right now, because I can't pay you for the 3rd week in a row." I would have never made the linguistic link between those two statements without you. I wonder what "Sit and spin, punk" sounds like in translation. Probably like "Sit and spin, punk." And finally, big ups to that police officer in St George MO. You finally said what some (not all) police officers have been wanting to say for decades. "I just want to take you to jail and tow your car." Doesn't get any more honest than that. It does suck for you that you were recorded, however. Damn near everyone in North America has seen that tape. It's alright. I am pretty sure there is a Burger King or something hiring somewhere. Supposed to be a peace officer, and he berates this kid for THIRTEEN minutes. For NO reason. I'd be surprised if you could get a job greeting seniors at Walmart with that attitude. Just take a chill pill. If you don't have a chill pill, take a chill strip. Just put it on your tongue, let it disolve, and c h i l l l ....

OK, so finally I am happy to be invited to somewhere else other than myspace. That whole thing is starting to creep me out, and I want no part of it. But I will digress on that. Name's Phreze. Illinois native for the better part of three decades. I am pretty sure I will use the blogs to vocalize my distaste for most things. HA! FINALLY! FREE NAG SPACE!