I'll stick with House and Vampires

House is one of the greatsest medical shows on TV (next to Nip/Tuck). How dare Showtime produce this second rate shitfest they call Nurse Jackie. I tried watching the premier episode 3 times and it still hasn't done anything for it. It will FAIL. They should just bring back the United States of Tara and make me happy.



In other television news...



True Blood premiers on June 14th!!! My Sunday night have been salvaged. Please and Thank You!

Nervous

I'm naturally a nervous person. If you ask me to speak in public I break out in a sweat, my eyes wander, I tug at my mustache, and I rock back and forth on my feet. This also happens when I'm the new guy, or I'm confronted and not prepared to fight back, or anytime I'm in the club and not slightly tipsy. It’s really sad. My friends all laugh at me because of it. Even when I’m being nervous, I still think I'm actually quite cool, or cooler than the other people I'm around. Maybe I'm not, but I always know when I'm acting really nervous because I get really judgmental, even more than normal.

I notice myself being really nervous at my new job. I'm always on edge. The people that I work with just bother my soul. I can't relax and stop the tugging at my mustache and sweating and eye wandering because I don't trust these people. They are all drug addicts or whores to some degree. I just don't get it. I know I'm far but perfect but any time I can stand in a room and be the most pious person in it...CALL THE POLICE! If you follow me on twitter you know first hand some of the bullshit I hear on a regular basis.

The moral of this story is...I need a new job and I need to learn how to fucking relax in public with out a little liquor stinging my throat.

GODDAMINT IT I WANNA BE FREE!!!

My 23rd birthday is 18 days away. Normally I wouldn't waist time counting down because, my birthday only seems important to me. A good majority of my closest friends and family always forget and if it weren't for facebook than I doubt anyone else would remember. For this reason I've never really made a big deal out of my birthday. Maybe, my laid back approach to my birthday could be partly the reason no one remembers, but if we were really cool you should want to remember something as important to me as my birthday, without me jamming it down your throat. Right?

Well, this year I'm going celebrate even if I have to do it all by myself(I hope I don't). 22 was not the best year for me and I doubt that it will magical become amazing now that we are in the home stretch, so I'm just looking forward to 23 and when June 12 rolls around I will be ready to party!!!! Everyone is invited to my party. No guest list. No dress code. All you need is a willingness to be Free. Because that's want I want for my birthday "GODDAMNIT! I WANNA BE FREE" (stolen from the Kings of Comedy, but I don't know which part).

Don't you wanna get free with me?,

KD

A Simple Yes or No Will Do...

I just hate that when I ask for a simple favor that I need to divulge my every step for the last 3 months. If I ask you for something and you don't feel comfortable doing it fine. That's your business. That doesn't mean I won't be upset, clearly I asked you because I thought you had the means to come through. It's not like I come run around begging for things ALL THE TIME. I personally hate asking for favors, I'd much rather do it all by myself, but I am only human and I CANNOT, but as soon as I figure out how, I will grant you an invitation to kiss the darkest part of my ass (that's not a nice thing to think when you need help. I'm working on it, Maybe).

Seriously. I just don't believe that any one person should know every thing about you.Why do people feel entitled to you entire life story? Is it not enough that you know me now (family included)? If you knew what I had for breakfast this morning would it change the fact that I went to work and had a shitty day. And if I did have a shitty day and I just wanted to go out and take my mind off of it and you didn't know about it would it change the fact that we had fuck loads of fun. NO!,It wouldn't. If I come to you and I want to talk about (insert noun) than that's all I want to talk about. Anything that happens before or after our conversation about (noun) is irrelevant, unless it had to do with (noun). Lets try sticking to the facts and living in the present...

Which means if I ask you for a favor that has nothing to do with me going back to school, credit card debt, or my commitment issues don't bring it up. That way when I refuse to answer your stupid ass questions you can't get mad at me for "not telling the whole story, because the story is...I need help and I swallowed my pride and asked you for help. I was praying that you would say yes but preparing for a no. You beating around the bush or just being extra nosey just discouraged me for asking anyone else for help just so *this* scenario doesn't repeat.

Yes, you are invited to the party that is my life, but you do not have access to every floor. It's not personal, it's logical. If I let everyone roam free all over the place there is a bigger chance that something will get ruined and I am left to suffer the consequences. And have you ever tried to clean in a room full of people...Pretty fucking impossible.

To shave or not to shave.

I've never wanted to work in a restaurant, not as a waiter, nor as a cook, but times are hard and I gotta make it do what its gonna do. I don't know how long this is going to last because the first thing they asked me to do was shave my facial hair.

I haven't been completely naked in the face since I got my mustache in the 8th grade. That's a lie. I did about a year ago for my interview to get into the education program at my school. Either way, I don't like it. I feel all exposed. I feel like I'm about to be black guy number 5 in the line up on Law and Order...Real pedophileish.It sucks.

I'm damn near embarrased to leave the house. I feel like Samson. I need my scruff to face outrageous mutha fuckas in these streets.

...but that money is calling me, so I shaved that shit. I feel naked and young all in the face. My poor poor face.

Scruff McGruff,


K

When random becomes predictable

Repeating the same tired quote and/or expression 50 million times will not make it true. I could tell you I'm an astronaut until I'm blue in the face and the closest I'll get to space will be reruns of Star Trek. So, for the sake of the people who love you...GIVE IT UP!!! It's not true now and it won't be later. You are far to stiff to be spontaneous. And much to dependent on other people do thing that make you truly (adjective).


You're Welcome,

KD