how come I only post here when its ridiculously late?

ridiculously of course being after 2am.

I'll tell you why, because no-one is posting in the lounge. that's why, so I get bored.

since I've been out of work I can't seem to get to sleep until 4 or 5 if I'm alone, and 2 or 3 when I'm at her house. and only that early cause she's gotta wake up early so I turn off the TV and force myself to.

ahhh...fuckit right? go with the flow and all that?

at least I'm starting a new job on tuesday. who knows what will come of it, its under the table, cash on friday afternoon. 8 bucks an hour though not sure if I like that. I'm gonna have to bust ass to make sure dude gives me a raise ASAP. I'm pretty good at painting. and apartments are fucking cake. paint over everything, don't even bother with the switch plates and socket plates. fuckit just roll on over'em. speed is the key, I've gotta get past my (srsly) minor ocd and just let it go. I always try to do a "good job" that's been my downfall in these redneck fucking jobs. they're all about speed and putting out work, its never about quality and I'm a quality man. I'd rather get done two units done perfectly than 4 units done looking like a retard with a headwound did it. but that's me, and I'm not paying me. so quick it is.

in other news, mom found out I did what I did. (no I'm not going to write about it cause I'm fucking ashamed) and fucking flipped. and she had every right to, cause it was low and shady of me and I'm fucking better than that. so I'll fix it, and work on myself and get better. that's what I need to do so I'll do it. but as for now I'm staying at my ol' ladys (haha that sounds so chauvinistic, but I mean it with every bit of love I have. which is a lot.) to keep mom and the step-dad happy. and to avoid confrontation, and she loves to put me in situations I don't wanna be in as far as that goes. so it works for both of us.

ok, so I'm just about done with this for tonight... maybe an update sometime in the future. like someones out there hanging on every post I make lol "OMG what's dP doing today?! SHIT he still hasn't updated his blog?!" haha that makes me laugh in my head...

 

We need our front door and living room painted. You can do it at 3am. I don't give a fuck. There is weed in the pantry. Beer in the fridge. Please help yourself to the turkey and 5 bean chili it is deliciously farty.

 

damn PI I'd be there in a heartbeat if I could.

 

haha dont worry - I'm always on ridiculously late too (3.15am here and still...not sleepy)
gotta luv stimulants

yes if u wanna make a trip to NZ I'd luv to hav the house repainted for my old lady as a surprise (doesnt sound chauvanistic to me, but then I'm female myself - also I'm referring to my mother...kiwis tend to use such slang)

hmmm wat do I hav to offer here? well theres plenty of JD (and coke if ur not an 'on the rocks' man), a few bottles of firewater (cinnamon schnapps, for some reason I seem to b the only one I know who likes it) and a few bottles of red wine (I only drink white)
theres plenty of gd strong NZ weed plus a bag of salvia but u might find that a little difficult while painting...
oh and theres a lot of bags of honey-roasted/caramelised nuts - peanuts, cashews, macadamias, almonds...call it another addiction

feel free to do it at any time of the night - this neighbourhood is the land of crystal meth...its fairly reasonable to b up painting a house at this hr *shrug*

however, if u were visitting NZ, I dont think ud get a particularly gd impression of the country if u headed for my neighbourhood first so go enjoy all the usual beautiful glaciers and rainforests and shit before entering the government housing estates of central Auckland

so, how did the job end up turning out anyway? this was obviously written ages ago - it just turned up randomly and I thought I might check it out