Nihilistic Weekend
At least nihilistic in spirit, because it has been a good weekend of doing nothing. Nothing being my mantra. And to think of all those people I'll talk to at work & tell me how great their weekend was, all the antique markets, rollerblading, pottery classes, and whatever else people who have no soul that need outside stimulation to fill their empty voids. I am full of life, so I don't need any additional stimulation, just some alcohol & cheezits.
But it has been good - yesterday was a more active day, we finished our shopping at the new 'urban' outdoor mall in the city where we also went to ikea. Which is good, because they have those big packs of oat chocolate cookies. My bum bum is on the Sweede. Sweedish.
But of course we spent money yesterday, or more accurately I signed my name on either paper or on a digital pad. It's always an adventure shopping when you have no money, figuring which credit card to use. I used to worry about it but I don't much anymore, I figured when the time we are in financial trouble I'll start believing in god. Because whenever you hear about people that are in full shit, like the katrina survivors, they always say they put their faith in the lord. So I'll just let god pay off my credit cards, then when they're paid off I'll resume my disbelief of him.
Sucker.
Otherwise the only other problem we had was a possum that now lives in our crawlspace. Now, someone who gives a shit would do something about it, I haven't decided how much of the shit I believe in. So, we'll see. My other mantra, besides believing in nothing I always believe in seeing in the future tense.
A discovery I made, was an interesting mixer at Target that makes peppermintinis, all you add is vodka. Of course it tasted like shit, but I found out if you add chocolate milk to it, it fucking rocks a camels ass. Of course my wife already knew this, but it was still a discovery for me. So that counts.
Ok - I'm resuming nothing. All you other fuckers out there enjoy your running around in place, I'll be sitting on my ass drinking.
But it has been good - yesterday was a more active day, we finished our shopping at the new 'urban' outdoor mall in the city where we also went to ikea. Which is good, because they have those big packs of oat chocolate cookies. My bum bum is on the Sweede. Sweedish.
But of course we spent money yesterday, or more accurately I signed my name on either paper or on a digital pad. It's always an adventure shopping when you have no money, figuring which credit card to use. I used to worry about it but I don't much anymore, I figured when the time we are in financial trouble I'll start believing in god. Because whenever you hear about people that are in full shit, like the katrina survivors, they always say they put their faith in the lord. So I'll just let god pay off my credit cards, then when they're paid off I'll resume my disbelief of him.
Sucker.
Otherwise the only other problem we had was a possum that now lives in our crawlspace. Now, someone who gives a shit would do something about it, I haven't decided how much of the shit I believe in. So, we'll see. My other mantra, besides believing in nothing I always believe in seeing in the future tense.
A discovery I made, was an interesting mixer at Target that makes peppermintinis, all you add is vodka. Of course it tasted like shit, but I found out if you add chocolate milk to it, it fucking rocks a camels ass. Of course my wife already knew this, but it was still a discovery for me. So that counts.
Ok - I'm resuming nothing. All you other fuckers out there enjoy your running around in place, I'll be sitting on my ass drinking.
11 Comments:
...and I'm sitting on my ass MORE than you. You come downstairs to get stuff every now and then. I have only left my seat three times today--one to piss, one to get the phone to order a pizza, and the other to get up and change the channel after seven straight hours of watching Comedy Central (because they were showing that shitty Jen Love Hewitt/Sig Weaver con-artist movie and I couldn't deal with it twice.)
Do you guys realize that Brad and I communicate via instant messenger, emails or cell phones in our own house, rather than get up? That's how fucking lazy we are.
By Melissa, at 4/12/05 12:54 PM
Cheers!:)
By LeoPetr, at 4/12/05 3:33 PM
I've never been so drunk as I was in Liepzig wenn Ich licken Nietzsche's moustache. Prost!
By John Shannon, at 9/12/05 8:48 AM
John pushes the equilibrium of sanity further! Push it John Puscht it! Today I drink, starting.... now.
(I have no work today)
By Brad, at 9/12/05 9:05 AM
I am in full swing with you, sir. For some reason, when the clock struck 11:30 a.m. it said, besides "dong," which I really don't appreciate, "eggnog and whiskey," mit fresch nuttenmeggen. Und bleibt mir oder nicht, Ich haben ein freschen nuttmeggen kit.
Prost!
By John Shannon, at 9/12/05 10:10 AM
My god: rum + Tropicana pina colada mixer.
And now the Kinks are on my record player.
Thank's god!
By Brad, at 9/12/05 11:06 AM
By the way, I'm a Katrina survivor and I only placed my faith in alcohol and cheez-its.
By Benjamin, at 16/12/05 2:39 PM
Cheese-its is God.
By John Shannon, at 18/12/05 12:21 PM
Jesus eats Cheese-its.
In heaven with Dad.
It's not happy -- it's perfect;
It's not good, it's not bad.
By John Shannon, at 18/12/05 12:24 PM
Why did Jesus walk across the Sea of Galillee?
To get a box of Cheezits.
By Brad, at 18/12/05 5:07 PM
Let him without sin cast the first Cheeseit
-Jesus
By John Shannon, at 19/12/05 1:35 PM
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