Tuesday, February 28, 2006
It's been awhile hasn't it?
Did you miss me? All three of you?
I've been working and stuff. By "stuff" I mean trying to fix my credit report before September (The magical month Pink and I have set to buy a house). It's amazing how the good things we do in life are so ethereal... So quickly lost to the void of time. But my delinquent electric bill from 15 years ago still haunts me. Piss on you, world.
I also realized today that I'm in the process of applying for a position in my company that routinely, I curse. I am trying to become that which I most despise. Fun! Still... The money's good...
Yes.
I'm becoming one of those awful people who will actually entertain the discussion topic: "What would you do if you won the lottery?"
That is the worst thing I can confess.
Miguelito at 5:57 PM
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Monday, February 20, 2006
So much is going on...
So much, in fact, that I can't sleep.
I wish less was going on.
I like sleep.
Miguelito at 11:25 PM
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Thursday, February 16, 2006
Only one more day until the weekend... One more day. I can put up with anything for one day, right? RIGHT?!?!
I sure as hell hope so. I hope I can last another 24 hours without losing my mind. HOPEHOPEHOPE.
Blech. That's not a word in traditional sense (Blech), but I do feel it. I feel Blech.
Oh well.
Maybe my whole world view is somehow mystically tied to the fortunes of The Los Angeles Lakers... If so, it's been nice knowin' ya.
Miguelito at 5:52 PM
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Monday, February 13, 2006
Good day! It was a good day. Good at work, at home, with Pink, with friends. The first house in my real estate empire looks like it may be close to fruition. Just a plain 'ol good day.
You?
How's it goin?
Good?
I hope so. We all deserve it.
Miguelito at 5:57 PM
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Saturday, February 11, 2006
Now, normally I deal with the higher balance customers at my job (For those of you just joining us, I work for a bank). They are called premier customers (bank slang for worthwhile). These people generally have their shit... If not together, then at least in a loose pile in the corner. Still, on occasion I will deal with what we call a consumer customer (bank slang for: retard). Here are some samples of the average (consumer) interaction:
1. They: "I have a $50.00 bill... How much is it worth?"
Me: "... $50.00"
They: "But... It's from 1975!"
Me: "..."
2. They: "I have a Plat-an-ee-um card!"
Me: "Um... Platinum?"
3. They: "I never authorized any overdraft fees on my account!"
4. They: "My PIN number is... "
Me: "No, NO! Wait! You don't ever want to give out..."
They: "... 4923!"
Me: (Fuck)
5. Me: "Miss, I think I can understand your problem, however..."
They: "Maybe you would hear better with a dick in your mouth!"
Me: "... What?"
Just a small selection. I hope you've enjoyed it. Keep in mind however, that if you laughed (and you should, that's some funny shit), that most people fall into the consumer category. Hell... I fall into the consumer category! It's scary. They are us!
Take a pledge with me now folks. It's too late for this generation. But think... Of the children. Raise your right hand and repeat after me:
I...
Promise to teach my children...
Some basic personal finance...
And if I have any children...
Over the age of sixteen...
Who have not been taught this lesson...
And have a bank account...
I will hunt them down...
And kill them.
Seriously, kill them.
Miguelito at 6:47 AM
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Thursday, February 09, 2006
Sheesh. It's pretty amazing what I won't kill over these days.
Tonight, I'm snoozing. Zzzzz. And who should call? The Pink Robot. Why? To tell me to wake up and write something.
Well here it is:
@$#%^@#!%!$%!!!!!
Some choice words for The Pink Robot. Doesn't she know that I need my rest if I'm to go back to the pit of misery that is my job?
Damn that place takes a toll on a man. I can't be expected to endure it on less than 12 hours sleep.
The sounds of fireworks and ghetto birds and backfires are lulling me back into sleeps warm embrace.
Goodnight.
Zzzzz...
Miguelito at 10:21 PM
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Tuesday, February 07, 2006
The Lakers are getting stomped early. Getting wacked like a gangland snitch. My girlfriend is having a shitty day, too. I'm rooting for them all.
I figure if the Lakers get smacked down like I think they will, then my positive vibes will rub off on The Pink Robot... I've only got so much mojo to go around.
I'm trying to buy a house. For this you all need to root for me. Fuck the Lakers. Me. I need your prayers.
California is a cruel mistress to it's prospective home buyers.
Miguelito at 5:47 PM
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Monday, February 06, 2006
In the wee, small hours of the night... I think to myself: Am I where I want to be in life? At this stage? At this age?
Yes and no.
Could I have accomplished more? Of course. Couldn't we all? What percentage of men have ever truly lived up to their potential? I've participated in enough self-destructive behavior to choke a horse. I've gone well past shooting myself in the foot. That particular gun has been pressed to my temple for quite some time.
But I've known tremendous happiness as well. Often, I've been most happy in those moments when I've been the most outrageously irresponsible. I'm a failure junkie... But I'm trying really hard to get clean.
But I look at the good things in my life: The great relationship I'm in, the way that people seem to like me even after I've given them a thousand reasons not to, the fact that I can actually recognize my biggest faults... And I have hope.
Hope that I can, if not realize my fullest potential, then at least realize the potential I still have left. To be the kind of man that there's still time left to be. Not perfect. Not even half... But hopefully, a guy on the right side of mediocre.
A guy who, unfortunately, still can't pick a Super Bowl to save his life. Seahawks. What the fuck was I thinking...?
Miguelito at 10:42 PM
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Thursday, February 02, 2006
I'm doing TAXES! WHEEEEEEE!
Here's a thought... If the damned government wants my taxes so bad, why don't they do the paperwork?!?! Sheesh. It's like buying a mugger dinner.
At least I get some money back.
Money. Money. Money.
That's all it's about, isn't it? If I ever have children, I will squash any hopes of their pursuing artistic careers. Art is for dopes. I've certainly learned my lesson.
Miguelito at 6:48 PM
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