...well super, you thought the title was really kick ass.... well fucking awesome there little jackass!! Do you want a fucking gold star for that shit or what you faggot?

I said that to some young punk kid the other day because he made a comment to me about my car which I probably allowed myself to take a bit too personal.

Oh fucking well. I don't care what that punk bitch thinks and I certainly couldn't care less about what your "wind flapping" beef curtains are screaming at you to repeat.

..... I guess I'm a bit upset right now....

I'm definitely just a tad bit confused on what my next course of action should be in this circumstance. Relationships are already fucking hard enough for me.... it's a constant struggle when you don't trust anyone... and when your brain is always screaming at you to "watch out for this" or "i bet this person is doing this..." GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!!!

It makes things ten times worse on top of all of that when people you don't really even know or talk to that often start warning you. When they start talking shit on the sidelines and you overhear what they are talking about.... FUCK, is that something I should pay attention to? Can ignoring these odd feelings and warning signs really be all that beneficial in the long run?

Can preventing myself from obtaining more information about a subject I heard in passing really score me that many karma "roll-over" points to use later in life?

No. Preventing yourself from doing anything in life definitely always means at least two things:

1. You have some good self-control, but nobody gives a fuck about you and your self-control right now. In fact, I might just pay good money to have someone come over to your house
2. You are fucking yourself out of possibly very valuable information which you could have obtained at a cost of absolutely nothing

So, in retrospect, and hell reality even.... it would seem that I do in fact need to start making a mental note of all of this information that I hear, and then hold onto it for use at a later date.

Diabolical? Oh fuck yes.
Committed to my goal? Beyond committed.

I will get you.

-link

Labels: bitch killa, stupid fuckers, thoughts

It seems like Valentine's day (another of the Hallmark holidays), is a day full of surprises for most people. The overall goal apparently being to find something creative to give to someone that you care about as a gift, and/or sentiment of your love for the person...

...or some shit like that....

I didn't get any candy or flowers yesterday, which is probably normal seeing as how I am a guy... but I did get a proposition!!

That's right, an offer for a piece of ass!

Here is the run down from the text message log on my phone, we'll call the girl "Little Hottie" to protect the innocent:

link: "So, I am curious... you still going out w/ that same guy? Are things any better now?"

Little Hottie: "yea, still with him KINDA, things haven't been great and we havent hung out much lately. 2 much stress, but i honestly don't think it'll last much longer. Just neither one of us is doing anything about it. its hard 2 explain. but i can always be single when i feel like it or just dont' care and wanna go hump someone else! hahaha! maybe that'll happen when we hang out!! hehehe"

link: "Haha!! Well u should definitely let me know when you feel like having some trouble walking for the next few days! I'm pretty sure I can make that happen for u..."

So... that's what I got for Valentine's day... much better than some bullshit ass trick nasty flowers... fucking waste of money!


-link

Labels: bitch killa, hot girls, thoughts

Dammit!! I don't normally lose things like my ATM/Credit Cards... (knock on wood) but I sure seemed to make it a point to do so this past weekend. The most frustrating part is that it didn't happen on Friday night when I went out with a bunch of friends... no... it happened the next day when I was at home taking it easy. I must have taken it out of my wallet when I went to the store yesterday evening..

Man, how fucking shitty. It really sucks to be locked off from your money for an indefinite amount of time. The part that really blows is that I bank with a very small credit union... I may have mentioned that before somewhere in one of my posts... but for those who don't know:

This credit union has like four branches, and the closest one is in Everett where I live. I work in Redmond, so there is no way I can just hop over to the bank on a break or my lunch hour. Very frustrating. The credit union keeps bankers hours of course, so by the time they open I am usually on my way to work.

Normally, the worst issue I run into is when my vendor company forgets to approve my weekly hours and I miss the direct deposit cutoff. In that situation I am usually forced to accept a live check and then cash it at my vendor company's bank. Then I usually just have cash only that week. Not so horrible, but it always eats up an entire lunch.

This situation is much worse because my money is already all in the bank, and now I have no easy way to get to it. Man... sometimes my loyal nature just fucks me over hardcore. I say that because I have been with this bank since I was about seven years old (my mom joined through her work and then sponsored me for a savings account with them). I have made that my primary reason for staying, well that and the fact that all of the credit unions in Washington state work together in the sense that they share ATMs and don't charge each other fees for using each other's ATMs.

That said... I think I am going to switch over to BECU pretty darn soon. You just can't beat the fact that they are everywhere, they have great interest rates and if I need to talk to someone I can usually just go to a grocery store and there will be a mini branch inside.

Now that my friends... that, is service.


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, thoughts

That's right, you know who you are. I think I just got a hard on thinking about you doing the work and me reaping the rewards...

I was supposed to fix that computer this weekend, and your dumb ass went over there and did it for me. HAH!!!

Hah, I hope you got as good of a deal as I did... you know a few for free.... or did you just settle for a shitty discount? You fucking loser. Nothing makes me happier then finding this information out (because she calls me right away to report everything you do), and then knowing that I got the deal for work you did. Know what I did right after that? Came up on some flow, with your hard work to thank.

Remember sucka, you will always be within my grasp... just at the end of my reach, right where I want you. Everything you do gets reported to me, by the people you buy from, the people you do with and the people you attempt to get shady on.

If you think you've ever seen me organize something before... wait until you see how organized I am with your life's failures... I know about them all, and so will the world you chump.

All of the pictures, the audio clips and even some video of you at the cul de sac.... my favorite is actually the pic of you with the tool in your arm lying against the driver's side window of your car. Dude could of had you right there... in fact he begged me to let him... but I convinced him that the hunt is a bit more fun.

Have a good time on the east side of the mountains too fool, hopefully you won't screw up this chance like you did the last one at the manor.


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, thoughts

...about the linked story.

Now get this... I'm what you would probably call a "mild" football fan in the United States. I enjoy watching the game, but I could care less about who is playing, the stats, or any of that bullshit.

I like watching one pimp mother fucker run down the field with a ball in hand while other pimp mother fuckers try to beat the ever loving shit out of him. I mean really, how can you beat that?

So now to the story, connected via the "source" link below...

From the story:

"I said something to (Belichick) after the game," Godfrey said to NBCSports.com. "I told him, 'You need to show some respect for the game.' You just don't do that. I don't care how bad it is. You're up 35 points and you're still throwing deep? That's no respect...."

Well, do you agree? Should the winning team "play nice" just because the losing team is a bunch of losers? Or is that really half the fun of the game? Being able to be that great, just so great that you can make it obvious that nobody can touch you. Or how about just using that losing team for practice... you know, for when you go up against a team more equally weighted sometime later in the season?

Not being a "die hard" football fan, I don't really feel like my opinion matters all that much on this subject, but I do feel like some of our readers are "die hard" enough to say something about this and have it stick.

So with that I say... have at it tricks!!


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, current events, thoughts

So I was doing some late night work yesterday... or early this morning rather... and my fucking keyboard went out!!

I have an extra, and the keyboard built into the laptop... so I'm not totally up shit creek. I just bought the keyboard in question under a year ago, and already it seems as though keys have stopped working for no reason at all.

This keyboard I am talking about is the "Microsoft Natural Ergonomic Keyboard 4000 v1.0" and I really liked it until yesterday. If you click on the link, it will open in a new window so you can see which model to avoid.

Let me also say that normally, I really love Microsoft keyboards. In fact I don't think I have purchased anything but a Microsoft Natural ergonomic keyboard since I was 17. So for the last 10 years, I have been a loyal and valuable customer... and this is how I am rewarded.

Fucking A. Oh well, I guess life goes on...


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, technology, thoughts

Sometimes, when I'm really kickin' ass and takin' names, I like to listen to this song that Rage Against the Machine did a cover of. It's called "Microphone Fiend" and you can find it on the "Renegades" album.

The source link below has the lyrics if you care to check them out. This would be my choice if we had to pick some lyrics and then throw them in a pit and watch them fight:



Then there's this other song they covered, it's called "Pistol Grip Pump" and these lyrics are so damn dangerous and will automatically kick so much ass when spoken that I only unleash them on sucka's when I catch rotten taco face snaggle tooth slippin (warning, if you have a weak pussy with sand in it, you might be offended by this):

Labels: bitch killa, cool shit, thoughts

So I'm sitting at work today, and my employee relations rep brought me my paycheck! Hell yes, I thought I was going to have to wait until tomorrow.... which basically means that I would be fucked over since I bank with a smaller credit union.


So, now that I have that problem out of the way I think I can fully enjoy my weekend... oh wait.. not yet.

I took a look at the envelope that my paycheck came in, and I saw a stamp on the bottom right corner. I've altered the image I took so that it looks better and also to protect the innocent... or something...



I've decided that I need a stamp like this with my name on it. Unfortunately my name isn't "Adam" or I could probably just go steal this guy's stamp... No, I will need my own.

Once I get the stamp, I plan to use it frequently. I envision stamping the location just below a girl's belly button, but only after I have had ample opportunity to in fact "double check" the situation.

Hell I wouldn't want to put my name on anything I wasn't ABSO-FREAKIN-LUTELY sure about after all....

It's kind of like how you should only punish an animal if it really deserves it..... you know, like for instance if it didn't listen to a command, or maybe it didn't play fetch correctly... that's worthy of punishment...

I guess what I'm trying to say is that the re-action should fit the action which initiated it.

So in short, if you have beef curtains, you won't be getting the stamp of approval. Yes, you know who you are....


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Labels: bitch killa, cool shit, thoughts

I was going through some old files on my external hard drive when I found an old email from a former co-worker. This former co-worker really was fun to work with and he frequently sent out funny jokes involving images that he "re-captioned."

Honestly, I don't think I've seen any "re-captioning" work meet or beat the work done by this guy. This former co-worker actually used to post on this site with Vincent and I, he was/is known as "withoutinfluence."

I guess overall he posted about two or three times and then pretty much stopped responding to my IM's and emails. That said, I will probably be removing him from the user list here at eNemesis, but in tribute to him... (hahaha, that's so shitty of me, oh fucking well) I am going to post this work of his that I found and while I'm not taking credit for it, I will be using it to my advantage in the sense that more people will view my site because I have awesome funny stolen pictures with text on it...

... I know.. "whatever.." is right...

Oh, and remember: "Only half of these are really from the Wii manual. Which ones are your guess."

Anyhow, on with the show. (The link will open an image directory in a new window)

I would have posted the images on the main page, but there are way too many images and I want to lower my bounce rate a bit by having people actually click to a link below my main page. Apparently I'm fucking myself in a bad way by using this format for a site.

That said... be prepared to see a change soon.


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, cool shit, jackassery, thoughts

I heard this today:

"Now don't get me wrong. My tricks like to get pounded in the snizz just like any other self respecting, cock rocking, twat vehicle."

Pounded in the snizz??? Holy fuck balls, that's nasty!!

Funny enough, Wikipedia didn't have an entry for "snizz" but the Urban Dictionary sure did! Click on the link in the last sentence for more information, I rather enjoyed number 11 although it is nowhere near true. Number 2 is appropriate for this usage, number 3 if you want to be nasty and number 4 if you have an overwhelming need to be clinical in your description of the best thing I've ever put my dick in since the light socket..... oh... uuuuhhhhh... I swear it grows an inch every time...

So, after hearing that earlier today, I decided to find the worst word for the pleasure box that I could think of. I think it actually might be "cooze." Definition number 4 says exactly what I think of when I hear the word "cooze."

Anyhow, I'm going to go figure out why I decided to post about nasty terms for a vagina, but I sincerely hope you enjoy it.


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Labels: adventures in everett, bitch killa, thoughts

I wrote this awhile ago. I'm posting it today because I fucking feel like it.

I get so tired of repeating the same motions over and over again.

When I was all crazy with my use and abuse, it seemed like I kept doing the exact same thing over and over again while expecting different results.

It's the definition of insanity.

Well, I was in another situation that seemed to mirror my using stage. I guess what I mean is that I just kept hoping that something would work out and go my way if I was patient enough.

I've pretty much run aground with the idea that waiting will get me what I want. Unfortunately this isn't true, while waiting is good... hell, patience in general is great.... but sometimes it is possible to out wait yourself only to your demise.

At this point in my life, I am done waiting. I am done hearing stupid excuses and circular logic used to avoid answering questions directly. Don't get me wrong, I understand the purpose of vague answers... they mean you can change your answer later and never really have to commit to any one stance.

It's really not all that complex, or even close to difficult to figure out what is going on when it occurs.

I guess the deal is that it just makes me super mad when someone that I throw everything up on the table for with regard to trust, wants to just talk in circles when I ask them direct questions.

It makes me mad because the first thing that I assume is that this person is doing something they feel ashamed of behind my back.

Now here is the real kicker. It doesn't actually matter what's going on behind the scenes, feeling this way repeatedly is more than enough to ruin a relationship/friendship and burn me out altogether.

Burnt to the point where I just won't come back...


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Labels: bitch killa, jackassery, stupid fuckers, thoughts

I'm sitting here today and for some god-awful reason I started thinking about an incident that happened long ago, in another life...

I guess that means the readers win today, because I've decided to share....

It was a normal summer day. I had just come back from boot camp early due to some comedy of errors on my part which went down after I got to San Diego. If I remember correctly I was about two months into returning to the Puget Sound, and I happened to be staying with a family member in Kent, WA.

Another younger family member of mine was also staying there at the same time, and she was having friends over each and every day. The owners of the house had a nice garden with something that some people consider medicine, and much to my dismay, this younger family member of mine had been stealing some this medicine for herself and taking it into downtown Kent to show off to her friends.

David, Bob and I were downstairs, enjoying some of our hard work when we heard this younger female family member yelling at someone coming into the house. Naturally we were pretty concerned with who had come over to our workshop.

We started heading upstairs only to be met by three Male's in our stairwell, asking to use the phone. Bob decides to hand them the cordless phone, hoping to avoid a conflict, at which point they advise us that we can no longer contact 911 now that they have the phone and then quickly say "but you really wouldn't want to call the cops anyhow now would you?"

Fuck no. They will make this situation an order of magnitude worse. We have to figure out how to get these three trick ass thugs out of our house with out shit popping off. Guns will bring cops, noise will bring cops, yelling will bring cops... you get the picture.

Luckily, right before this went down I had a chance to walk by these three punks up the split level stairs into the living room. I knew I had left my knife on the coffee table upstairs (a stupid mistake that I have yet to repeat since this incident), and I was concerned that one of these shitty bitches might get to it before me. We didn't know what they were carrying, and we sure didn't want shit lighting up right in our entry way if we could avoid it.

I start thinking "what in the fuck is going on here, we are going to need to throw down right here on the split level stairs." Bob tries to calm these three idiots down, meanwhile I'm upstairs picking up my Teflon coated Benchmade from the coffee table and UN-screwing the wood pole from a house broom. I'm getting ready to beat some funky trick ass.

At this point David is still standing next to Bob, Bob is holding our HUGE attack trained German Shepard, they are all three at the bottom of the stairs. I am at the top of them ready to start knocking funky bitches down the stairs.

The younger female family member of mine is standing at the top with a female friend which I noticed didn't seem scared at all like you would think. In fact she was EXTREMELY CALM... something I will touch on later.

Bob tries to negotiate with the intruders, eventually he tells them all we have is a small amount of what they are looking for, but that he would be glad to give it to them if they would just leave.

I couldn't fucking believe it. The guy running the show here is pussing out harder than I've ever seen. David and I are ready to beat the shit out of these fucks right after we let the dog have a piece. I'm visualizing the wooden pole, being used as a staff, going right through some eye sockets and knocking teeth right the fuck out of mouths left and right. I'm starting to wonder just how serious this is going to get....

Bob hands over the small stash... and without hesitation the punk fuckers say "now we want the rest..."

Well of-fucking-course... I mean would you stop asking for shit if your previous attempt proved successful? Fuck no, especially if you have nothing to lose.

David and I are tripping out at this point, we can't even believe what is going on. At this point we look at each other like we are just going to set it off and fuck what Bob says. At that very moment, as if he somehow heard our mutual thoughts, Bob let the dog go and ran down the stairs to get an axe. We didn't have any guns in the house at this point, mainly because a weapons enhancement charge will ruin your fucking life here in the states.

I start rushing these fuckers who are now scrambling to get away from the dog and David, and follow them out the door.

Bob came around the other side of the house with the axe in a rage I have seen only one other time in his eyes and he swung....

He had just sharpened that blade the week before... I know it was sharp because I had just split wood with it the day before.... there was blood spray, screaming... and an adrenaline burst that you only see when someone is trying to end another persons livelihood and or life in general.

Bob stopped, somewhat shocked at what had just happened. I continued running after them about halfway down the country road until I was convinced they wouldn't be turning around to come back.

I came back to the house. My younger female family member was still there, as were David and Bob. The other girl had left... and took her calmness with her. Some quick investigation quickly revealed that she had been in on the plot.

We couldn't figure out how these three punk fuckers got into the house in the first place, other than someone must have let them in. My younger female family member apparently let her "friend" in, who quickly made sure to unlock the door behind her back, at which point her friends came in. They marked our house because this same family member had been stealing stash and taking it downtown and showing it off. Upon others inquiring as to where she obtained this, she explained that "she just gets it, and that's all they need to know."

Now so you know, yes.. when something happens, it happens just like this. Something so small and stupid, a thread for enemies to pull on in order to cause a hole in your outer shell... just enough for them to get in.

Talk about a crazy day in the life of yours truly... it's one of many, and I hope you enjoyed hearing about it. If not, fuck you.


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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in kent, bitch killa, stupid fuckers, thoughts

So... get this:

South Dakota carries out first execution in 60 years (check the source link below for the full article):

"A 25-year-old man was executed by lethal injection Wednesday for the torture and slaying of a teenager who was forced to drink hydrochloric acid during a robbery of his home. It was the state's first execution in 60 years.

Elijah Page gave up his appeals and asked to die for the 2000 murder of Chester Allan Poage, 19, who was also stabbed, kicked and bashed with large rocks in a torture session that lasted two to three hours."

Wow... I just don't really have that much to say about that article other than I'm glad this fucking piece of shit is going to be removed from our gene pool...


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Labels: bitch killa, current events, thoughts, world news

....big Hollywood plans go tits up?

Hell yes, follow the source link below to check out a write-up about one of the latest episodes of Dateline NBC: To Catch a Predator. If you haven't already had the pleasure, this is the show where they have volunteer hang out in an Internet chat room until an adult attempts to solicit them. One thing leads to another, and this decoy volunteer invites the predator over to a preselected house, and upon the predator arriving at this house, Dateline NBC busts out on them with cameras and cops.

They are then arrested on national television, and made to look like a total and complete piece of fucking shit.

So, this formula for justice had been working well, until the show decided to film the most recent episode out of a small town in Texas. To give you an example, one of the people they caught in the sting turned out to be the District Attorney from a neighboring county. It ended like this:

As police knocked at his door and a "Dateline" camera crew waited in the street, Conradt shot himself.

Man... what a fucking way to go....

Anyhow, check out the source link below for the full story. It's worth a read...


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, current events

...also know as "The Double Fuck" or whatever other colorful analogy you want to create...

If you were to ask me "do you like being right?" as in being correct about an issue, a hunch, a feeling... I would be first in line to say "Yes, I do like being correct. I like the fact that usually when I get a hunch about something, I am correct about it... I would say around 80 - 90% of the time."

The unfortunate truth here is that quite often, being correct about a hunch can also mean that you have to now accept hurt feelings, or the fact that what you were correct about is in the end not such a pleasant thing to be correct about at all. I guess that's the negative side to things... and also the other edge that cuts so quickly.

In the end, I am correct about it, the person totally gave themselves away (yes I'm also fresh to death at chess as well people), and now I am going to act on it. This person had a chance to be honest... in fact I gave them multiple chances... but now that I can read them like a book, they can't really hide shit from me anymore, in fact I don't think they ever could... I just wasn't looking.

This person likes to try and tell bullshit stories about all of the trauma and drama in their life... I find them funny, what's even more humorous is the fact that they are half-way detailed... enough to build a foundation on, but never venturing into the realm of discussion around a solution.

I think that part has more to do with their overall impatience, and more than likely their inability to fully live the lie... something they probably do to "protect" themselves from falling prey to actually believing the lie they just told.

But also lets be practical... who in their right mind wants to sit and listen to suggestions on how to handle the problem when the problem doesn't even exist? It's way easier to just say that you don't want to talk about it... right?

Unfortunately, if you want me to believe your lie, you have to act like it is somewhere close to the realm of truth, and if something is the truth, then you are generally living in "that truth."

All of my fancy intellectualizing aside, I find it more disappointing then anything... I guess mainly because I had some faith that this person wasn't just a lying piece of shit... and also the fact that I defended this person's image and personal integrity to all of my friends who told me that this person was nothing more than a scandalous drama leech.

Way to go link... way to go...


-link

Labels: a day in the life of, bitch killa, business is business, fresh to death

Apparently Jessica Alba is all about having one night stands to "experiment with sex." So I'm guessing she employs the one-nighter when she wants to perfect a technique such as a dismount...

I guess it's no big surprise, in fact I know a few women who I'm sure do this same sort of thing and just don't admit to it...

Now how do you like dem apples? Check the source link below for the Digg post which leads to some scandal rag article I'm almost positive...


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, fresh to death, world news

...what in the hell this is all about?:


Or maybe why these damn things seem to breed like rabbits...?:

Anyhow, if you find out... please let me know ASAP... this one is really driving the madness out of my head.. and I'm not a big fan of being back in reality any longer then I have to be...

-link

Labels: adventures in bothell, animals, ass clowns, bitch killa, business is business

Every once in a great while, the marketing guru's here in the great and almighty US of A come up with something that really is... well... pure genius.

I found a site that isn't blocked by my work proxy server, and so chances are it probably isn't blocked by your work proxy server either.... (in case you didn't realize, that's also the entire point behind having our '.org' domain name as .org domains are so rarely placed on the deny list for routers and proxy servers in Corporate America. Are we a not for profit and/or non-profit... fuck yes we kind of are... because we sure don't make any fucking money doing this shit..)

Click the source link below to experience aforementioned "pure genius" at its finest...

Then when you are done with those ads, check out this site: Real Ultimate Power


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Labels: adventures in bothell, bitch killa, cool shit, fresh to death

So, I went down to Portland for 1.5 days for a friend's bachelor party. I am sad to say that the trip was rather disappointing seeing as how we went to strip clubs for my buddy's "last hurrah," I had some expectation of big breasted hot women dancing.

Nope. No big breasts. Lots of ass, and some beat up, ground beef looking snatch... but no racks. The other depressing part was the overwhelmingly dirty atmosphere at all of these clubs. Now don't get me wrong, I think most clubs of this nature are pretty sleazy... but these took the cake.

I've decided now that I don't really think driving to Portland to see tang is worth it... but I'm sure anyone with some common sense could have told me that....


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Labels: adventures in portland, bitch killa, business is business, porn

That's right, I bought the Jawbone... and here's a real shocker (no not that kind), I love it!!

So far this headset has done everything the advertisements and "here say" said it would do. Yesterday, right after purchasing the headset, I was required to charge the unit for a mere two hours before use. No extended charging time of 18 hours, or even 5 hours before the first use... a good sign.

The unit comes with 5 different ear bud contouring shapes and 4 over the ear pieces. It is a tandem operation of over the ear hook and ear bud that keeps the device snugly attached to the side of your head.

Use of the device is super easy. The side of the device actually has two buttons. One is for the power/answer/voice dial functions, the other being for turning on/off the noise cancellation feature and manually adjusting the volume.

Oh snap, did I forget to mention that the volume is pretty much 100% self adjusting, with the exception of giving you the option to adjust it yourself if you don't like the setting that the Jawbone picked for you based on the ambient volume in the room/situation you are in.

So, now for the meat and potatoes of the review... yesterday evening, as I was driving to one friend's house and talking to another friend. The friend on the phone couldn't tell that I had my window rolled down... on the freeway!!! This has been a big problem in the past, and I'm super happy to say that it looks as though it's finally been resolved!!

I'll post more as I learn more, but I just wanted to get every one's mouth watering first...

...mission accomplished...

UPDATE 06/08/2007:

So I've been using the headset for a few days now, and I've noticed some really cool stuff, and some other things that I don't really like so much. I'll split them into two lists, the cool things and the not so cool things:

Cool things:

1. When my phone is out of bluetooth range, the headset gives me three quick beeps and then stops. My Motorola H800 continued beeping until it got back into range, something I found to be very annoying.
2. When I am on a call on my phone, and power the headset on, the call is instantly transferred to the headset. I mean INSTANTLY. My Motorola H800 would occasionally just not take the call over, and when it did... took forever to make it happen.
3. The noise reduction is by far the best I have seen. Yesterday I was in my car with the radio on, both windows open, my navigation unit spitting directions at me and coming down the freeway to boot... I was on the phone with my mom and she found it odd that I asked her if she could hear me. She found it odd because I was coming through CRYSTAL FUCKING CLEAR.. bitches...
4. The earpiece volume adjusts itself automatically, so I'm not constantly pressing up or down on the volume depending on the situation like I had to do with my H800.
5. The voice commands (a feature of the phone more than the headset) are picked up very well. I guess this basically means that the headset has an awesome microphone in it. Either way, I've never used my voice commands for anything before, simply because the phone never seems to recognize the command given after I have set it up. This could be due to a noisy environment, shitty software, whatever... the point is, I like it now.

Not so cool things:

1. There is a small rubber cover for the charging port that stays on as long as you don't bump it by accident. It's easy to bump it when adjusting the headset or pressing the button to turn off the noise cancellation or rotate through the volume settings. The rubber piece is so light, that unless you stop and look for it on the ground, you would have no idea that it even fell off. Bad design here.
2. The ear hooks come in two sizes, normal and large. Normal is too big for my ear so it leaves much of the "hold on for dear life" work to the rubber piece that goes into my ear canal. Not suitable for running or leaning forward to pick something up off of the ground. More bad design, or really just a lack of appropriate options. This could be solved by adding one more ear hook to the package that is smaller than the "normal" size.
3. While the self adjusting volume kicks ass, it doesn't always make the right choice on volume. This could be attributed to the headset not fitting snugly on my ear, and therefore being further away from my ear and thus requiring a louder volume to actually hear things. You have the option of "rotating" through 6 different volume settings by pressing and holding one of two buttons on the device. That's right, rotating... this means that you go from 1 to 6 and then back to 1 again. No reverse... no jumping to... just one direction rotation. It's this "pressing and holding" that inevitably causes me to dislodge the rubber cover on the rear of the device. Frustrating.
4. The ear hook for the device seems a bit fragile. I could be wrong here, but the connection for the ear hook seems like it might wear out as it's just a tension fit holding it in. Also, I am constantly worried about actually breaking the ear hook if I were to place the device in my pocket or were someone to step/sit on it as a result of me setting it somewhere while inside a house. This could be all me and my paranoid tendencies... either way I think the device would benefit from a more rubberized ear hook or a simple way to make the device more compact. I'm not sure how a folding ear hook would work, so probably making it out of a more malleable plastic/rubber as opposed to the current construction of metal and rubber would be sufficient.
5. There doesn't seem to be a mute button. Now I could be wrong, but I didn't see one in the documentation, nor have I found one accidentally during my use of the headset. The device only has two buttons, one on the rear of the device to control the noise reduction and the volume rotation. The other button is used to power on the device, answer calls, initiate the voice command prompt, end the call and power off the device. That's quite a few functions for one button if you think about it. If I had the choice, I don't think I would add another button to the configuration, but maybe employ a dual button press for the volume rotation thereby allowing room for a single press on the rear button for mute functionality during calls.

Anyhow, that's the remainder of my review. I hope this helps you make a decision. I opted to keep this headset so far, albeit the ear snugness issue for two reasons:

1. This headset received the best review on CNet, both from the writer of the review and from the users. It beat out the Plantronics Discovery 665 - 7.7 staff rating, 5.6 user review rating, and the Motorola H9 Miniblue - 7.7 staff rating, no user review ratings. The Aliph Jawbone (gray) received an 8.7 staff rating paired with a 7.6 user review rating. Pretty damn high to ignore.
2. The second reason is that this ear snugness issue is not permanent. Apparently some smart genius mother fucker found out that the Jabra ear gels will fit over the round rubber ear piece that comes with the Aliph Jawbone. I plan on getting a pack of those today, and I think this will allow me to possibly remove the ear hook if I wanted a super sleek look... we'll see. I mentioned that to a friend and the first thing he thought about was the device falling on the ground, and while the ear hook isn't snug, it does prevent that nasty result.

Now the review is really over... if this helps you, then awesome. If not.. then you should have stopped reading long before you got to this, the insult segment of the review. Only a moron would continue reading something useless to them, and then stay around to get ragged on... way to go prick face...

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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in bothell, bitch killa, reviews, thoughts

You can check out the most updated version of this image by clicking on the source link below, or the miniature map image on the right.


Here are all of the people and their locations, who love this website:

...well actually that's probably not the most truthful statement... some of those people may also love you as well... I just really don't have a way or a care to verify it.

If you click the image above, it should open into a new window and show you a slightly larger version of the same map. The purpose behind that is to rub in even further, the fact that these people probably don't love you as much as they love this website.

Oh yeah also, I'm fucking fresh to death... and so is Jessica, one of my co-workers who is celebrating a birthday today!! I have no idea how old she is today, nor do I care... but I will tell you this much... she has a man, so back of fellas...

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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in bothell, bitch killa, enemesis, fresh to death

Ok, if you are a bacon lover such as myself, then you already know who wins this battle....

The point is this... There are two types of bacon, the great kind which is thick and has more meat then fat, and then there is the shitty kind, which is just super thin (composition of meat to fat ratio is irrelevant with shitty bacon simply because its mere existence is a waste of time, and therefore so would be any further discussion pertaining solely to aforementioned "shitty bacon") and nobody really ever likes it... EVER.

So now to the crux of the issue...

In our little cafeteria/lunchroom or whatever the hell you want to call the comedy of errors that is food service in this building... they have been serving shitty bacon with what seems to be an increased frequency. When I first started working here, which wasn't that long ago, there was good, even great bacon abound!! Now there exists this pile of shitty bacon, that for obvious reasons, remains a very large pile throughout the day and I am guessing is therefore wasted completely at the end of each work day.

I know this didn't happen with the great bacon, because the pan was almost empty numerous times and I found it challenging to procure any of the great bacon for myself. Not so with the shitty bacon, in fact they also use the shitty bacon on the breakfast sandwiches, which I find very troublesome.

So here is the deal... you keep serving your shitty bacon, and we will just keep not eating it. At the rate you are going through it (by throwing it out every night) I wager that you will be back to serving great bacon again in about one more week.

If for some reason the previous statement fails to arrive at present, I will be punching you, and your shitty bacon... you guessed it... right in the fucking neck... but it doesn't stop there. I will also make you eat all of the shitty bacon that you might fully experience the reality which you force all of us to live by serving aforementioned shitty bacon.

Link - 4:20
Let not ye fall to temptation of serving the shitty bacon, lest the lord strike thee down with furious anger over slaughtering such a shitty pig and then attempting to serve it as though the people eating it were shitty as well.

Ok, now for some science.. click the source link below to check out what a scientist at the University of California is proposing for removing Carbon Dioxide from our atmosphere.


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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in bothell, bitch killa, fresh to death, stupid fuckers

The weather today is shitty.

I don't really like it when it's all muggy out, especially when it's combined with this shitty half ass rain bullshit... fuck that.

I busted the A/C on in my car to get rid of the heat, and it helped me realize something... when I turn the A/C on, it's like I'm punching the heat right in the neck. I'm taking control, by force, and creating a pleasant condition for myself.

I took this thought a bit further, and I decided that if I could meet mother nature, that I would just punch her right in the throat and break her trachea. I would scare her so bad that she wouldn't even fart a gust of wind out of her hairy ass without running it by me first for permission.

So fuck you mother nature, and fuck your shitty attitude today but most of all fuck the fact that you don't exist because if you did I would punch you in the neck so quick that you wouldn't even have time to hear me say "get the fuck lost trick."


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, thoughts

Well, I ended up picking up that Magellan RoadMate 800 over the weekend for a stellar $155 out the door, thanks Brian!!

So far, I have absolutely no complaints! The device works great, the cradle/window mount is well designed and the software is very intuitive. Also, I noticed that it's great at re-calculating routes on the fly, doesn't take long at all.

I entered a couple of addresses that I already knew my way to right after I picked up the device, just so I could see how it worked. Later in the day I had the chance to enter an address that I actually had never been to and didn't really know the surrounding area of that well either.

This was a newer housing development, and much to my surprise, the device not only guided me right to the front of the house, but it also told me which way to turn my head as I was rolling down the street so that I could see the house. Effectively the device took me to the doorstep of my intended location.

Nothing but 5/5 rating for this device from me.

Oh I almost forgot, this thing is so fucking cool that I can literally type in "Starbucks" in the points of interest field, and it will give me a list of Starbucks within the radius that I specify and then I can just pick on and go. How fucking insane is that?


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Labels: bitch killa, car, gps, reviews

If you follow the source link below, you will find that it links to a story about the state of affairs in India with specific regard to the pollution plaguing their rivers.

In this article, they talk about the immense amount of pollution in the rivers, how the rivers are technically not safe to swim in, and how they have spent countless dollars and man-hours on very expensive sewage treatment plants, yet lack the sewer infrastructure to actually transport the waste to the treatment facilities.... what a joke...

In one part of the article, it is mentioned:

The Centre for Science and Environment says that nearly 80 percent of the river's pollution is the result of raw sewage. Combined with industrial runoff, that comes to more than three billion liters of waste per day, a quantity well beyond the river's assimilative capacity. The frothy mix is so glaring it can be viewed on Google Earth.

I took the liberty of obtaining a nice little screen capture of this "frothy mix" in Google Earth. You can see it below, I'm guessing they are talking about the "white/grey" masses at each bend in the river... basically the locations where running water would most likely create a "churning" effect... something tells me this isn't going to be like home-made butter from the farm:



Another excerpt from the story that made me laugh:

Sheila Dikshit, New Delhi's chief minister, says the government simply followed the recommendations of outside consultants who encouraged the building of expensive sewage-treatment plants but didn't anticipate the surge in migration of rural poor to New Delhi. "We're tired and frustrated from spending money," she says.

Oh, you're tired and frustrated from spending money? What in the fuck does that mean? I honestly wouldn't expect to hear a line like that unless it came out of the mouth of Paris Hilton or Britney Spears.

Fuck you, who in the fuck cares if you are tired. Your people are slowly dying, you have no serious plan to remedy this situation and in the long run you are only going to serve as a disease breeding ground which will in turn effect everyone else on this planet... ESPECIALLY THE UNITED STATES.

Goddamn it India, get your fucking shit in order (literally) and if you have money to spend on nukes, then you fucking have money to spend on water treatment. Fuckers...


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Labels: bitch killa, thoughts, world news

I'm not sure how many of our readers were following the story about Michael Schreck... in fact I would probably say as few as possible...

I guess I'm saying that mainly because I had no idea who this stupid prick is/was... whatever...
The point is, that after you click the "Source" link below and ready the Seattle Times story about this guy losing consciousness, and then opting to roll under a log and leaves and just chill out for a bit....

What a fucking loser...


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Labels: adventures in redmond, ass clowns, bitch killa, stupid fuckers

So this morning, the fucking new coffee girl at work handed me someone else's coffee... which I proceeded to doctor up by adding an obscene amount of half and half cream to.

All of the sudden, this lady taps me on the shoulder and says "umm, I think that's MY coffee..." As I read the sharpie ink on the side of the iced beverage cup... it became all too apparent that she was correct, the fucking new barista handed me the wrong coffee. She didn't call it out... and to make matters worse, it looked just like my daily request when it came off of the line.

Ok, no big deal right? Everyone makes mistakes, and surely I wasn't the only one to blame here. Wrong. The other customer was pretty upset about it, and decided that while she chose to wait for her replacement coffee, she would stare at the back of my head until it exploded or something (which didn't happen).

Anyhow, here is how I should have handled this...

HER: "umm, I think that's MY coffee..."

ME: (thinking to myself... wondering why I keep hearing a dog bark in the building... the slowly realizing that this troll is talking to me for real, and that I'm not staring in Lord of the Rings or something like that) "why are you talking to me?"

HER: "well.. umm... because you have MY coffee in your hand."

ME: "ok trick, obviously you aren't smart enough to pick up on the real issue at hand here... the fact that you are a fucking ugly troll that would scare this coffee right out of the cup, and you should really be more careful with where you point that god forsaken weapon (her face) before someone ends up suing you, or worse, decides to fix it for you by punching you in the fucking neck... any other shitty questions hobgoblin?

Oh and let me also elaborate on this issue of 'property' that you have raised, I own anything and everything that I can and desire to place my hands upon trick. That means this coffee, and the next one that I am going to knock out of your hands and onto the floor for even mentioning to me that you had a wish or a care. Like I give a fuck...."

HER: "oh my god!!! I can't believe you said that to me!!! What is your name, I am going to report your conduct to my manager!!!???!"

ME: "did you forget? I'm the boss of you, fucking shitty bitch. Now drop and don't stand back up until I leave the room, I don't want to cry on the inside anymore then I have to today from seeing your buck wild, trick nasty face. Oh, and this replacement coffee you have now, let me show you how you should drink it (knock coffee on the floor), see... dogs lap shit up off of the floor, and you being a dog, should follow suit."

I must say, it feels great just to even type this shit out... very therapeutic...


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Labels: adventures in bothell, ass clowns, bitch killa, fresh to death, jackassery, stupid fuckers

SPAM. We all get it. We all hate it. In fact, the staff at eNemesis had to shut off our email notifications because some dumbass decided he was going to SPAM all of us with hundreds of Viagra, Valium, and mortgage offers. I think one of them even offered Link a bigger tit. Just one.

Well, we can rejoice because for once, our government decided to do something good. An arrest was made on Robert Alan Soloway, a well known "master spammer" who is considered to be in the top 20 spammers of the world.

Soloway was arrested on "charges of mail fraud, wire fraud, e-mail fraud, aggravated identity theft and money laundering. Prosecutors say Soloway has sent millions of junk e-mails since 2003 and continued even after Microsoft Corp. won a $7 million civil judgment against him in 2005 and the operator of a small Internet service provider in Oklahoma won a $10 million judgment."

Prosecuters haven't made a final decision on what kind of a sentence they are shooting for, but the consensus is Soloway could spend decades in prison.

This, my friends is a beautiful thing. DEATH TO SPAMMERS! While Soloway is only 1 of 135 people on the Spamhaus Project list that is reportedly responsible for 80% of the SPAM sent out, this should send a return SPAM to all these spammers around the world.

In my opinion, I think all these guys should be executed. Anyone disagree? I didn't think so.

Link - good luck on that tit.

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Labels: bitch killa, current events, email

That's right tricks, I said "gasm..." now get over it and move on with your life.

Check out the source link below for the review on a navigation unit that I will probably be picking up in the next few days for a screaming $155.

Between you and I... I am horrible with directions, and have wanted one of these for at least four years now. Now that I have a great opportunity in front of me, it's actually at the point where I would be an idiot not to pick this up.

Also like I said, with being horrible at directions, it will be really nice to just ask someone for an intersection or street address and be able to just throw that on the "navvy" and away I go.

My favorite part is that it's removable, so I can take it with me, and out of the car at night. Our neighborhood has had more and more foot traffic on it lately, and my roommate's car looks like someone tried to break the window with a screwdriver or something...

That said, I'm not super eager to leave anything of value in my car unattended. The idea of being able to take it into a friend's car if they are driving kicks ass too, I don't see that going down with a permanent in dash unit at all.


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Labels: a day in the life of, Big Boy Toys, bitch killa

I am really fucking tired today. I got 2 hours of sleep. That auto-magically means that I am in a "take no prisoners" kind of mood. In fact, to quote a favorite video game character of mine... "It's time to kick ass and chew bubble gum... but I'm all outta gum..."

That said, I ate a healthy breakfast at home of Kashi crunch followed by an apple. Needless to say, I was still hungry when I got to work.

I ventured down to the lunchroom to get my morning coffee and breakfast sandwich along with a nice vanilla yogurt. The breakfast sandwiches are setup a certain way. Nasty ass Ham on the left, Bacon in the middle and Nasty Ass Sausage on the right.

Today, some stupid mother fucker decided to play a little game and put the Bacon sandwiches on the left instead of the middle, but I caught that shit. I ALMOST grabbed the wrong type of sandwich, which I'm super glad didn't happen for my sake and the sake of everyone else here. Had I actually expected Bacon in my sandwich, and been surprised by the nasty taste of either other item, I would have immediately started punching everyone around me in the neck.

It wouldn't have been my fault though you see... it's because I have an allergy to all shit that is nasty or retarded. When I taste nasty food against my will it makes me want to hurt people around me who allow or contribute to it happening.


For instance, the smart ass mother fucker that decided to play some games this morning with my fucking breakfast would have instantly felt the wrath of my fist upon his trachea, followed by anyone else that tried to throw out a "hey that's not right!!!" or even "what are you doing???"


I'll show you first hand what I'm doing fuck face, and then I'll show your fairy ass over there just how right this really is. It's called "I don't fuck around, and that's why they call me 'trick nasty' now step mother fucker... step."


THEN I WILL SHOW EVERYONE HOW FUCKING WRONG IT IS TO PLAY GAMES WITH MY FUCKING FOOD, BECAUSE PLAYING WITH MY FOOD IS LIKE FUCKING WITH MY MONEY WHICH IS PARALLEL TO MESSING WITH MY EMOTIONS AND WILL SURELY GET YOU A PUNCH IN THE NECK AND/OR A CAP IN THE ASS.

You tricks know I have a blood sugar issue... fuck..........




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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in bothell, bitch killa, business is business

...now that I know you already have a boyfriend... maybe I'll just stop drinking coffee for another couple of months and see how you like me then... trick!!!

Totally kidding... the girl that I will mention later in this post is as sweet as apple pie. I'm speaking figuratively, but I'm sure if I had the chance, I could vouch for it literally as well.

So it's late/early... whatever. I still haven't been to sleep because I fell asleep a bunch at the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie earlier in the evening.

I decided to work on switching this laptop that I have over to Ubuntu, but I'm having no end of problems attempting to boot from a USB flash drive.... long story short, I'm probably going to need to pony up the dough and go get an external USB CD-ROM drive... which I will promptly return after I get what I need out of it...

So, because I'm up so late, I decided to go get a coffee at the local coffee hut. This one happens to be a "Big Foot Java" and there are a ton of cute - hot (to be read as "cute through hot" and understood as "the girls working at this coffee hut are at a minimum cute, and on more than a few occasions are actually hot") girls working at this location. There happens to be one girl there that I really enjoy chatting with, not to mention that she is pretty smart, going to medical school, and is pretty hot to boot. She shows some interest, and actually said she was worried that something had happened to me because she hadn't seen me for so long (referring to an approximately two month period where I had stopped drinking coffee).

Well needless to say, I thought this was all very cute and began to find myself very interested in this young lady. Today she fucking broke my fragile heart by mentioning that she already had a boyfriend. I almost asked her what his name was and where he lived so that I could make sure he was "safe and sound" because "we wouldn't want anything bad to happen to him and then possibly end their relationship..."

Yeah, that of course did not happen... but it would have been very "bitch killa" of me to do so.. Damn, I really need to work on my follow-through skills...

Something really funny that I noticed today though was the fact that she was talking a mile a minute, went out of her way to tell me that she had "allergies" cropping up, and then made some interesting comment about "well if you happen to snort something up your nose..." Ya, that reminds me of the good ol' days when I used to accidentally slip and fall into a line up my nose... or something like that...

Now, let me be very clear that I am not accusing her of actually doing drugs, just that what she was saying reminded me of a less than pleasant time in my life that I can never forget about but can always learn from.

Anyhow, I still think they have great coffee, and very nice eye candy... I recommend the Everett Mall Way location, which you can find by clicking on the link here. My favorite drink is the 20oz Peppermint Mocha with whipped c


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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in everett, bitch killa

So.. it's no big surprise to my friend's that I had to go to court again today.... and really, if you are an avid reader, it shouldn't be a big surprise to you either.

I went down to the King County District Court, East Division today, which is located in Redmond, WA (yes, the home of Microsoft). I sat in court for about two and a half hours, and then received a continuance at the end.

Now.. most people would see this as a waste of time, I however call it paying interest on a penalty that I don't ever want to see. The fact of the matter is that I still have a few obligations to take care of before the wonderful Judge reviews my case. Had I been seen today, I probably would not have been very happy with the outcome.

Being seen in the future... offers a better chance at an outcome which I may see as a bit more favorable when it comes to trite matters such as my freedom.

That said, today was a great day, and I think I'll end with this:

Party on Wayne... Party on Garth...

Oh and also... I love my new 8125 which I had to replace due to an "incident" over the weekend. It's pretty much "fresh to death," regardless of what any poser ass mother fuckers want to say. Oh also, I'm thinking about picking up the Aliph Jawbone bluetooth headset to replace my now broken H800. If anyone knows anything about this bad boy, let me know!


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Labels: adventures in redmond, bitch killa, business is business, fresh to death, the pain of getting well

I love good food, I love good music... and I really love watching movies on my phone.

So know that I will tell your ass right here and now, that being able to watch movies on my 8125 is the sickest shit that any one's sissy bitch ass will ever know and/or love.

Now, as I watch "Old School" on my phone, and laugh at everyone who can't watch movies on their phones... you can go fuck yourself with a recycled peanut butter jar... or not... totally your choice. I'm a no pressure sort of guy...


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Labels: adventures in everett, bitch killa, cool shit

Check out the source link below, a pretty damn interesting story about money making pioneers on the 'net...


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Labels: bitch killa, business is business, web development

...then that would be the cleverest trick!

I read that today in a book full of poems by "Rumi" who is a pretty damn good... thinker... I guess you could say.

All of that aside, if you want to know more about Rumi, click the link above and it will take you to the Wikipedia page about him.

I decided to write this post after I read that line in this book, from a poem entitled "Quatrains" which is basically a grouping of four-line stanzas into one large poem. Again, if you want to know more about that specific term, there is a link for you above.

Now down to the meat of this issue... I find it interesting that if you really look around you in life, at the things you see, read, experience... but not necessarily influence, you can find just a little deeper meaning that can serve as a guide. I read this, and I believe that I read this today because I need to concentrate on letting go of the situation just a bit more.

I've worked on this before, but need to continue to work on it again... today, tomorrow and apply yesterday's lessons to what I am doing currently... really to every step I decide to take.

This last weekend some shitty bullshit occurred that I am completely and 100% responsible for. Everyone tells me that I should go after "this person" or "that person" in order to rectify it... and while I might be able to place blame on someone else for the loss and/or damage of my personal items... and believe me, there was a time when I would have jumped at the chance to... I think that for right now, I need to concentrate on how and maybe why I chose to put myself into a situation where that sort of thing was able to happen.

This isn't to say that I don't value the opinions of my friend's, but moreover it is to say that I am moving closer to a place where I can consider such opinions and options in my life without having to run like a wild beast at every good idea I hear.

I think that in this instance, letting go of my need to be clever and tricky in order to get over on someone, or undo something that I am in the end, completely responsible for, is another great step on my road to recovery.

I guess nobody ever said this was going to be easy... and god knows it was a seriously horrendous amount of work to get me here... but I know that when I have thoughts like this, and I make the right decision, that I am treading water again at least, and not slowly drowning like I was before. Thank god for air... and the ability to take it in.


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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in bothell, bitch killa, the pain of getting well

...and I punch you in the neck ASAP?

What is it about lunch-ladies that just makes me want to projectile vomit every time I see them? Here is my list:

1. Most of them seem like they have some kind of brain damage
2. If they don't have brain damage, then they are on tweak
3. They are always mean
4. They are never NOT ugly

Food is supposed to spark some kind of appeal, but for some reason they like to pair food up with the fucking hunchback of Notre Dame... fucking Quasimodo shitty bitch ass tricks...

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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in bothell, bitch killa

Hello everyone, I just thought I would give a quick head's up to the fact that we are no longer supporting the email subscription.

Here is why:

1. I came up with the idea when I was high one day...
2. It's a shitty idea
3. Only the staff was actually using it
4. RSS is way better

Reasons I came up with for keeping it:

1. Rooster said it annoyed him

Well there you have it... It just wasn't worth keeping, even if I did get a tiny bit of pleasure out of it...

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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in bothell, bitch killa, stupid fuckers

...it's already too late for your ass.

There's actually a logical reason for that... it's because once my anger starts boiling... it usually takes the house going up in flames for it to return to normal levels. I don't generally have the "luxury" of simply taking the pan/pot off of the burner to cool it down.

That said, I don't like being pissed off in the morning. I don't really give a fuck what is going on in your life/day/moment or childhood to cause you to fuck up in my presence, I am a selfish prick mother fucker in the morning and that ISN'T changing.

I won't ever be "Mr. Nicey Nice" in the morning, and I would rather get in a fist fight then act all "happy go lucky" in the morning. Just ask my ex-girlfriend, in fact she hates that shit so much that I'm sure I drove her to the point of punching me more than once. She has a bit more self control however, so I don't think she actually followed through with it... that I can remember at least. Anyhow, that's another subject for another time...

This morning I got up, just like I do at the same time every morning. I stepped out of my bedroom and into the bathroom when I heard someone ask me if I was going to take a shower...

Let's just stop right here... because really, it doesn't fucking matter what in the hell i was or wasn't going to do. I was going to do it, and I will continue doing it at the same fucking time every morning.

So next time you have a fucking variance in YOUR schedule, make sure you don't fuck up MY SCHEDULE by trying to muscle in and hawk eye the fucking bathroom that you like to dirty the fuck out of and then not clean like you are supposed to.

Oh also, if you happen to read this today, and feel like you might want to say something to me, I want you to think about a couple of things first... like for instance:

1. The cereal that I paid for but your daughter ate and then you left open to get it stale
2. My lotion and mouthwash that you clearly help yourself to without asking
3. Your fucking noisy kid that you don't discipline and let run down the fucking hall early in the morning
4. The free shit I gave you yesterday
5. Your shitty ass bullshit attitude about everything
6. The half empty cups/glasses that you leave literally EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE in the house
7. The fucking shitty ass toys that you let your kid leave in the bathtub, EVERY FUCKING DAY after she takes a bath
8. The hole you burned in the front living room carpet

I think that what bothers me the most is that you don't pay any rent to act like such a piece of shit, and you don't even do the chores that you are supposed to be do

Ok, I'm going to stop there... only because if you do read this, I don't want to feel guilty if you should decide to just end it all...

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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in everett, bitch killa, the pain of getting well

...you need to have your badge where everyone can see it.

So I am grabbing some lunch in the cafeteria here, and as I'm heading out the door to go eat my food, this clearly very bored, "fake-curity" guard stops me and tells me that I need to have my badge displayed in a location that is visible to everyone.

Well, the funny thing about this statement is that "everyone" clearly doesn't give a fuck where in the hell my badge is... the truth of the matter is that only the fake-curity guard cares where my badge is displayed.

The second item I want to bring up, is the well kept idea that you just shouldn't get between a dog and its bone, food or whatever the fuck he has his eyes set on, in this case the word "food" would be appropriate.

Now I understand that I don't look much like a dog... but I sure do act like one when I'm hungry and someone gets stupid with me. In fact I act like a rabid wolf going after a bloody heard of sheep when I'm hungry, and I really don't give a fuck what gets in my way.

Had this not been a new job, or maybe in another life, I think the conversation would have gone like this:

"Umm sir... you need to display your badge where everyone can see it."

"Oh, that's funny... see, I came down here to the LUNCHROOM for some lunch. I don't remember coming down here to ask what in the fuck your shitty ass thought about where I have my badge clipped. But you know, I think if I look a little harder in my pockets, I might be able to find you another helping of "shut your fat fucking mouth you wannabe cop" or at the very least a tasty "bird" for you to feast your eyes on."

"Uhhh, uhhh... sir, your language is inappropriate for the workplace."

"Uhhh, uhhh... I can't understand you when you have four donuts in your mouth, and quite frankly YOU are inappropriate for the workplace you fucking disgruntled parking Nazi."

"Uhh...."

"That's right, just chew on your hand a bit more until you find some other violation to ding me on. How in the fuck are you going to chase someone down when you can't fall out of the chair you sit in? Oh I see, you call this "running a race to point out everyone else's problems before you face your own..." shit, and this whole time I thought you were suffering from chronic obesity with type 2 diabetes not far behind in the marathon to end your pitiful existence. I guess you really do learn something new every day...."

So anyhow, obviously things didn't go down like that... and obviously it just isn't healthy for any human being in their right mind to go from calm to that angry in a matter of seconds...

It sure would have kicked some major ass if had gone down like that though, last I heard this person was trying to write a book called "Diary of a loser with nothing better to do."

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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in bothell, bitch killa, business is business

So, I'm just about to leave for the day and so I thought I would post a little "somethin, somethin" about my first day at work.

I overslept 30 minutes this morning, which was on purpose because I shorted myself on sleep by attending a group function last night at a very late time. This caused me to skip breakfast, and I must say that I was very thankful to find out that my new place of employment has a cafeteria very much like the one I had grown accustomed to as a contractor at Microsoft.

Score.

So after having the healthy version of the Egg McMuffin (sorry McDonald's), followed by some fresh fruit and a coffee (yes, I'm back on the "sauce" again...), I was ready to go!

Most of what I saw today was kind of a "refresher" or blast from the past as I've done similar work in the past. What I was super interested in is the fact that I get to learn a ton about large scale medical equipment now, so that's kick ass.

Other than that, I pissed some more people off this morning with my "Bitch Killa" stickers on my car, noticed a ton of people on the freeway that definitely weren't very excited to be on their way to work, and made a resolution to get to bed early from now on so that I can ensure a nice breakfast and less rush on my way to work.

I sound so adult now... it's almost sickening...


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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in bothell, bitch killa, business is business

Hey everyone, I have to apologize for keeping my thoughts and feelings to myself for so long... it's really killing every one's unproductive daily life at work I guess...

I'm at my grandparents house right now... looking out onto the canal between Magnolia and Ballard. I really miss living in Magnolia...


On my way here from Everett, I couldn't help but notice a lady behind me getting very angry about the bumper sticker in my window which reads "Bitch Killa." I swear she wrote down my license plate number, and also spent some time yelling at her steering wheel over the fact that she couldn't get around me in traffic. That's right trick, your Nissan Sentra is a piece of shit compared to my GTI, now recognize and bow down to the king.... trick...

Anyhow, that's all I have to say right now, get the fuck over it.



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Labels: a day in the life of, bitch killa

My friend IM'd me this link earlier (thanks Oshie!) and I about laughed my ass off.

Check out the source link below...


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Labels: ass clowns, bitch killa, stupid fuckers

When I wake up in the mornin' love,
And the sunlight hurts my eyes,
Then somethin' without warnin' love,
Bears heavy on my mind...

That's the opening verse from "Sunshine" by Twista which was released back in the early 2000's (I think 2002-2003 or something around there... I don't feel like looking it up).

In reality it was sampled from another song recorded in 1978 by Bill Withers and Skip Scarborough, the original writer/creators of the song.

Either way... I wanted to start out with that today because it reminds me of how I used to start each day.... with something bearing heavy on my mind each morning.

Since I made the decision to clean up my life, I've noticed that each day I am just a bit more willing to get up and face the day, in fact today I think I was actually excited to get up and go for a walk early in the morning before most people are even awake. I plan to move up to a jog and then a jog with some bursts of running to push myself, but first things first.

Today I get the pleasure of going to have lunch with my aunt, and to see my grandparents again. I love my grandparents and my eldest aunt very much, they have been an unshakable influence in my life, and when I find that I have lost my way, or the swells in the water are too much to handle, I have always been able to depend on them for a safe harbor. For that I am eternally grateful.

That brings up another subject that I want to place some more focus on, my Grandmother. I love her so very much, and I cannot even begin to list the things she has done for me in my life without even mentioning word one about it, always letting someone else take the credit or just letting things go. I went to visit them on Easter weekend and I found out that she had been praying for me, and that she knew I was on something the entire time, but never said anything to me about it I felt like my heart broke in half.

This very strong woman has Parkinson's, can barely move, and still finds time to devote her energy to my well being... even now... even after I basically threw it back in her face and told her it didn't matter to me, even though it really does tremendously.

For that, I will always carry shame. I realize now that I have to carry this badge for the rest of my life, and that the only thing I can do to make it better is to not be that way ever again.

I remember a time when I kept saying "someday I'll go visit... someday I'll be sober and go spend time with her..." and now my friends I know, that someday never comes. It's not just a catchy tune in a song, it's not just some fancy thing to make you feel motivated for 30 seconds and then forget about your problems. It's the truth. We have only the here and now to work with, not tomorrow, and certainly not yesterday.

I heard something pretty cool in class the other day:

"You have one foot in yesterday and one foot in tomorrow and you are pissing all over today."

...and that's the way it is...

Music: Sunshine - Twista, Changes - 2pac, Same Direction - Hoobastank (I know... so just keep your opinions to yourself on my music taste)


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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in everett, bitch killa, the pain of getting well

...because it may not be there when you decide to turn back.

I was sitting in this very well known fellowship meeting yesterday... and we decided to talk about a subject entitled "blind trust."

It's something I'm having trouble with right now, that and an overwhelming presence of anger. The trust issue however is something that I have to tackle before the anger leaves. I feel this way for a few reasons... but I guess I don't really want to talk about those yet.

This post is more about what I heard at this meeting yesterday, what a certain someone in the meeting said that really caught me by the ear... and the heart.

This person talked about his experience with trust, and while I can't remember word for word what he said, I did write down a few points of interest that I thought I would share:

1. Truth without love is cruelty
2. Getting up in someones face over a matter or situation that you don't have an answer for is brutality
3. You've been trusting people like yourself your entire life, so why should that change now
4. There is no growth in things that are the same and comfortable
5. You have been assigning the role of friend to people you don't even like

Out of everything he said, I wrote those five things down because they really just took my mind away to another place.

I thought about elaborating on what each one means... but really, it doesn't matter what they mean to me. Everyone who reads these is going to have their own meaning, and their own past situations to which they can attribute the phrases.

Also, for my dear friends that I still definitely talk to and interact with, don't be alarmed by #5. That was more of a retrospective thing for me... just being able to look back and further justify why I had chosen to break certain relationships or bonds off.

So that's that... I guess I really don't have a ton to say this morning... mainly because I'm caught up in much of my own thought today.

This weekend was good times for the most part. There were little issues here and there, but really, who doesn't have those? I got to see quite a few people that I hadn't seen in awhile, and I got to do it looking more healthy, and feeling better about myself. For that, I am consistently and always grateful.

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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in everett, bitch killa, the pain of getting well

So this is really more about how I felt during the day yesterday... because some shit went down at treatment last night that didn't make me too happy. I can't dwell on it, I just have to move forward... but it's still upsetting.

So yesterday, I was listening to AC/DC's "Back in Black" and reading the lyrics. It's something that I've always enjoyed doing, but lately I seem to be gleaning all kinds of new information and thoughts from this music I am "re-listening" to....

I guess I can really relate to this:

Back in black, I hit the sack,
I've been too long, I'm glad to be back
Yes I'm let loose from the noose,That's kept me hangin' about
I been livin like a star 'cause it's gettin' me high,
Forget the hearse, 'cause I never die
I got nine lives, cat's eyes abusing every one of them and running wild

Deep... that's pretty much EXACTLY what I was doing. Who knew I was a rock-star in a past life. Speaking of past lives, I just met this lady that said when she drank she became a "LasVegas showgirl-therapist".... dancing all wild on the stage and trying to give anyone advice who would listen. I think we all know people like that, and I think we can all relate to the idea that it's sometimes easier to concentrate on fixing someone else rather than ourselves.

So yesterday, I shared my thoughts on this song with group, and then promptly in front of the entire group, my counselor accused me of relapsing. I told him he was full of shit, and that I really thought he had said that because I was making analogies with old rock music.

He then gave the entire class a lesson on urinalysis using my past three results. I then responded by ripping him a new asshole in front of everyone. He then took the high moral ground and told me that it's evident to everyone in the room how tight of a grip my addiction has on me. That made me furious, so I refused to participate in group for the next two hours by being silent.

I'm finding that it's hard for me to admit when I'm wrong, or even consider other possibilities when I feel like I am being attacked. That's something that I have to work on.

The fact of the matter is this, I did not relapse on purpose. I did not intentionally use (we are talking about marijuana here). I did however intentionally put myself in many trigger zones this past weekend, one of which happened to be a room filled with pot smoke. I didn't think it would show up on a test because 1) I didn't get high, and 2) I wasn't actually smoking or ingesting the pot. I was wrong.

That was early Sunday morning. Then Monday I went back down to my mom's house to get some things, took a look at a bag that my sister had purchased, and out of habit I licked the bag flap to hold it closed after I rolled it up. That probably also contributed to my "off the scale" results.

Some further details:

Two tests ago, I had a ratio of THC to urine strength of something around 180. I took another test on Monday evening, which came back with a ratio of 487. A very substantial increase (I'm approximating numbers now because I don't remember the exact values, this is because I was so angry about being accused of doing something that I knew I didn't do) which my counselor decided meant that I had smoked.

For me the argument was over use vs. no-use. To him the argument was about being honest vs. trying to cover up my activities for the weekend. I had another talk with him after group, and even though I didn't "intentionally relapse" he is now very concerned about all of these stupid little "trigger areas" that I revealed to him in hopes of clearing my good name. He considers this a relapse whether I used or not, and I now understand why. Now that I am calm.

The fact of the matter is that I had no right to rip him a new one in front of class, and he probably should have at least prepared me for the situation before group rather than springing it on me. Unfortunately though, that's a desire not a need... the reality in life is that we are very seldom prepared for situations that we don't want to handle or acknowledge, and understanding that is living life on life's terms, not mine.

This entire situation upsets me. I feel like my credibility with my group is shot, and that everyone thinks I'm a liar because of this scientific test that they use and my loss of temper in front of everyone. I feel like no matter what I say, that they are all just excuses and that I need to just take this with a smile on my face and accept the reality that I'm not in charge of this situation, even though I want to be more than anything.

I don't feel sober now, I feel drunk on anger... I feel like this anger will consume me again if I let it, and I think that I can only displace this anger in my heart with love, understanding and a strong determination to get this right at any cost.

I didn't use, and I know in my heart and soul that I didn't. That means quite a bit to me simply because there was a time when I didn't care, and now is a time where I do care. I care deeply, and I know that's part of why it makes me so angry that I got called out for something I thought was harmless... simply being around it.

I started participating in group near the end, and I talked to my counselor after group and apologized for my actions during group. He told me the apology is the first step, and that I need to process this entire event with group today and tomorrow while he is out on vacation.

This means we have a "substitute" counselor for the next two days... she is the director of the treatment center and super critical. Super... I can't wait....

Music: Tool - 10,000 Days


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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in everett, bitch killa, the pain of getting well

Go figure, when you start eating right, sleeping right and become drug and alcohol free.... your body starts hitting up what I like to call the "farmer schedule" and tries to get you out of bed all early and shit....

bah....


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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in everett, bitch killa, the pain of getting well

...rather than percent?

Well here's why:

"The percentage of alcohol in distilled liquors is commonly expressed in degrees of "proof" rather than as a percentage of pure alcohol. This measure developed from the seventeenth-century English custom of "proving" that an alcoholic drink was of sufficient strength by mixing it with gunpowder and attempting to ignite it. If the drink contained 49 percent alcohol by weight or 57 percent by volume, it could be ignited. Proof is approximately double the percentage of pure alcohol. A 100 proof whiskey is therefore 50 percent pure alcohol; an 86 proof whiskey is 43 percent alcohol."

If you want to know where I got that info, you can ask, otherwise I will spare you the nasty details.


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Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in everett, bitch killa, the pain of getting well

I suppose that the most difficult part of coming back to reality is dealing with all of the broken pieces... the wreckage you left behind. Realizing that it's cleanup time, and understanding that not everyone wants to participate in that activity.

I went to visit my family this weekend. My mom and sister, aunt and uncle on Saturday, and then my grandparents and my other aunt on Sunday.

I can't really say which day went better, because they were both full of pain. But I can say that I feel better now that I have started to reach out and patch up these relationships that I have let crumble.

I think probably the hardest thing for me to hear is that my grandmother, someone who can't really walk or move around all that well anymore, has spent her days praying for me, praying that I would be taken care of and that I would find my way out of the dark cave that I had chosen to live in. Still, even when she can't move around or do hardly anything on her own, she still does things for me, she still cares and still wants to help. I'm not even sure what more to say about that....

My aunt that lives with my grandparents was ecstatic to see how much better I look. She also told me that she was proud of me because it takes a lot of courage to do what I am doing, to admit that you are wrong and fix it, to move forward even when everything in your mind is telling you that you don't have to change to get better.

Saturday was a much bigger roller coaster, I went to my mom's house, saw my sister and my mom, both of who are hurting pretty bad right now. My sister is addicted to Meth-Amphetamines and my mom has pretty much given up when it comes to life and the pursuit of happiness... in "this world" anyhow...

My mom is more concerned about how she is going to mow her lawn then how she is going to eat. My sister is lost in her drugs, in that dark cave that I just left. I can't help but feel partially responsible for that, just because I certainly didn't set a great example for her. Everything I have accomplished had some type of addiction tied into it, so I'm quite sure that she thought everything would be ok for her as well if she kept using. That's hard to swallow....

My aunt and uncle in Kent are doing very well on the other hand. My aunt has stopped drinking, the house is slowly but surely being repaired and coming out of the ruin it has been in for the past ten years... also due to another nasty addiction that affected that part of my family.

I think when I look around and I see these problems becoming less and less in my family, it makes me happy, and it gives me something to hold onto as I get better. I also know that I have to make a serious decision about how much I want to interact with my own mother, mainly because how she acts and manipulates others is a very big trigger for me to use again. It's hard to admit to yourself that your creator would do you harm if they could, even unconsciously, it's still harm. I can't stress enough how sad that makes me, and how hard it is for me to accept that and move on. I want to help her, fuck I want to fix the whole thing for her... but I can't keep jumping in the fire to do it, because sooner or later I will catch and burn.... and I won't be able to put myself out....

There is nothing more dangerous than a man on fire in his own mind. He will do anything to put out the flames.... until he can extinguish them on his own, he should be avoided at all costs.

I'll leave you all with the horoscope that I received on my phone this morning courtesy of MSN mobile alerts. I want to preface this by saying that I don't necessarily believe that an incoming sms will change my life, but I do like to take inspiration from things that I read, and that includes these silly little horoscope things:

"Leo - Go ahead and throw your plan out the window. Follow your bliss."

...maybe I'll do just that....

Still no cigarettes!! 100% sober for 13 days!!!

Music: Lynyrd Skynyrd - Sweet Home Alabama

Labels: a day in the life of, adventures in everett, bitch killa, the pain of getting well

I've heard of abusive boyfriends/husbands/girlfriends/wives, but this guy takes the cake.

This guy was obviously very, very upset with how the relationship ended. Whether his ex cut the tie because he was naturally a misplaced funny farm patient or she was a raging psychopath that caused him to be a freaking lunatic, it doesn't matter.

The fact is, nothing says "I love you" like a kitty head.

Labels: animals, bitch killa, current events

Well... the Rooster and I took a trip into Seattle yesterday to witness this controversy in action... this "High Maintenance Bitch."


Well, thanks to some help from my friend "Evil Z" over the phone with directions (no we were not smart enough to look up the address or directions before we left). I personally had convinced myself that "Wallingford isn't that big of a neighborhood..." and therefore wouldn't take long to completely search from top to bottom for this yuppie dog toy store.

On our way to the store Rooster found an awesome sign and took a picture, since he hasn't posted it yet I will post my camera phone quality version here:




Then we found the store, and I must say the sign actually does look very classy... I'm not sure how anyone could be offended by such a work of art:



...but suddenly... my new found zeal for the Wallingford neighborhood disappeared when I saw this couch, and a price tag of ... $999 all handmade by a designer down in LA:

Now I know what you are thinking... "Damnit, where in the fuck did your zeal go????!!!!??!??!?!" We'll I'll tell you where it went... it turned into a raging attraction for the creator of this store.

While I personally would never buy anything this expensive for any animal that I owned... I do know people who would.

Amazing... I think the girl running this store is a marketing genius and I think I might want to marry her.

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Labels: adventures in everett, adventures in seattle, bitch killa

Normally, when I hear the term "High Maintenance Bitch", I think of a self-serving, gold-digging, advantage taking woman or other-than-heterosexual man.

Not this time!

Now, "High Maintenance Bitch" is the name of a store in Wallingford, WA (this is in the Seattle area) who's targeted audience is pampered female dogs and sells products such as "Gel-ous Bitch Bath Gel" and "Street Walker Paw Cleanser".

In my opinion, this is a great idea! Brilliant, actually.

Of course, the laws of physics must always apply. "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction".

While the store owners, customers, and people like me think this is a great idea, there is always some stupid liberal who gets a bunch of sand in their vagina and throws a tantrum.

That sand-filled-vagina liberal goes by the name of Janet Stillman, Executive Director of the Wallingford Neighborhood Office. Quick sidebar question, a neighborhood needs an office? What the hell? Hey, my living room needs a political party too. Maybe I should run for office.

Anyway, I just wanted to get this out there. Janet Stillman, are you so stupid and ignorant that you somehow have been so disconnected from reality, that you have forgotten or refused to recall, that the true definition of "bitch" is "female dog"?!

Just once, I'd like to see a liberal come up with a solution, not just a problem.

Stillman said "the sign could wreck family photographs of the Wallingford Kiddie Parade", "having to explain to your 5-year old why there is a sign that says 'bitch' on it". Hey, I got an idea, tell them the truth: the definition, the different uses, and if they ever say it in a derogitory manner, you will stick a bar of soap, or better yet, "Gel-ous Bitch Bath Gel", in their mouth.

Personally, I think I'd make the trip down to Seattle so I could have a family photo taken with that sign in the background. That would be a great conversation starter when that pic is framed and posted in the living room!

P.S. For our international readers who might not be familiar with the American terminology of the word "Bitch", you can see the definition by clicking here.

Labels: ass clowns, bitch killa, dog, high maintenence

It's no big secret... I used to work for AT&T Wireless, which was purchased by Cingular Wireless which is now part of AT&T again.... weird...

I guess the owner of this car was really confused by the whole situation:

This took place behind the very call center that I started working for AT&T Wireless in, also known to employees and alumni as "Bothell 2" hence the pictures show the "Bothell 2 parking lot." Go figure....

Anyhow, many thanks to the owner/driver of this car for crashing it and allowing all of our readers to amuse themselves for a few minutes.

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Labels: adventures in bothell, bitch killa, car, stupid fuckers

...that's right... I love 'em. I love blonde girls. I can't get enough of them, and honestly looking back at my "track record" of dating I don't know why I haven't dated more of them.

...and no, I'm not including the "fake ass blondes" or the weak bitches that like to throw blonde highlights in their obviously jet black hair.

Now, back to the replacement.... hah, that's right... YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT... fucking scoot...

Anyhow, I was on my way home and decided to stop for some coffee at my favorite spot when low and behold, the girl that I mentioned in a previous post (you can look at it by clicking the "source" link at the bottom of the page), was working tonight all by herself. A very rare situation...

So, we had a nice discussion and just as I was about to ask her out, some Dilbert showed up at the other drive through window. So I left... and on my way home, I became overwhelmed with a severe feeling of regret. I thought about turning my car around and going back to the coffee stand to get this girl's number... but I didn't... I just went home.

...where I promptly looked up the phone number for the coffee stand, called her, and got her phone number and her interest in me taking her out on a date in the near future.

"Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout, Willis..." I got the number, and a date... and I didn't even have to waste more gas money and/or time to do it.

Eat your heart out...


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Labels: adventures in everett, bitch killa, business is business, changes, hot girls, thoughts

Today was pretty wild... I'm just not even sure where to start or what to say about what I start with... so I'll just tell you how it happened, in order:

My day started with some extreme back pain followed by my mom sending me an instant message over MSN messenger. She told me that she is definitely going to sell the house, followed by a bunch of other stuff about why... and then something that caught my attention more than the rest of what she was telling me. She said "If I sell the house then I can at least pay off the bills and not leave anyone with debts," which sounded very strange to me because my mom is only in her 50's, and with medical science the way it is, I can't see her not living until at least her late 70's.

I'm really not sure what that means, and since my mom has mentioned and well pretty much threatened suicide before, I am a bit worried. I think that's all that I will say about that subject... mainly because thinking about it too much makes me very upset.

I decided to go over to a friend's house today, rather than sit at home and look for jobs by myself, and on my way over there I received a call from the King County Regional Justice Center. They were calling to try and locate my kid sister.

My sister is unfortunately dating some idiot that is now being investigated/charged with the possession of stolen property and attempting to distribute narcotics, specifically meth-amphetamines. At first, they had only charged my sister's boyfriend and were merely "investigating" my sister. I bailed her out of jail over the matter and explained to her that it would be in her best interest to move back in with our mom and get away from her jackass boyfriend. She agreed, that is until they dropped the charges on him... at which point she decided that everything was fine and dandy, and that she would be staying with him.

This broke my heart. My sister is only 19, and really just beginning her adult life and she is already fucking it up by getting involved with this shit. I guess I wouldn't be so upset or scared if I hadn't been there myself. Maybe I worry too much about not being able to take back the things you do in life...

Anyhow, everything was fine and dandy.. until they decided that since they couldn't catch her boyfriend, they would instead put the squeeze on her. She is now being charged with everything that he had been charged for earlier, and all because the house was in her name... because she had the "good" (to be read as "new") credit.

So that leads me back to this call, where they kindly informed me that my sister has court this coming Monday and is being charged with possession of stolen property and intent to distribute narcotics. I thought it was pretty nice of King County Courts to call and remind her, in fact I couldn't believe it. I've dealt with King County on more than one occasion and I don't think that I have ever received a phone call before.

Let's move on...

I arrive at my friend's house, we shoot the shit for a while, discuss our mothers and our brothers with another mother and whatever else you want to throw in there. Then we depart to run some errands, during which I receive a phone call from my own house.

It's my old buddy that I have mentioned here before, the one I have stopped talking to... the one I haven't called back all week. He is in my house, talking to me on the house phone. I am a bit scared... I wasn't sure how he got in, if my roommate was OK, or what the situation was really. Don't get me wrong, he's not a horrible person, he's just lost... and I just don't trust his decision making abilities right now.

He started off with the usual bullshit.. something about breaking into my house, that I am a skeezer and I am pretty sure the "N" bomb was thrown in there a few times as well. I quickly interrupted him, told him that I was right in the middle of something, that I would have to talk to him later about why I hadn't called him back all week... but more specifically and to the point, that I wouldn't be home for a few hours, so he should leave.

He hung up before I told him to leave, and I think probably before I even got to the part about not being home for a few hours... My roommate had in fact been home, she was the one who let him in and let him use the phone to call me. She also informed me that when he showed up to the house, he was so high that he could barely open his eyes. He then started telling my roommate that I had been really distant, and hard to get a hold of lately... and therefore that I must be "back on the pills." Cute dude... fucking cute. I seriously cannot even fucking believe that you have the balls to come over to my house uninvited, high, and then try to tell my roommate that I am the one doing drugs... what in the fuck is your problem G? You don't ever do that again, and you don't ever cross my gaze again, lest we have a discussion absent of words.

I should probably move on or this will be 20 pages before I'm done...

More of the day went by, I had a good time hanging out with my buddy. Made plans to play with Lego's with another friend of mine (I know, super geeky, but I love Lego's... so fuck you), and got a bunch of other random shit taken care of like applying for jobs, moving forward on some other plans that I have in the works, etc, etc. Then I received a text message... it asked me whether or not I was still mad.

I don't want to mention who the sender was, but yes, I am still very mad. In fact I'm not sure quite when I will be "not mad" again. . To be frank, you chose to protect someone that you didn't even like until I introduced you. You betrayed your friend of around 5 years by witholding information that could have changed some things. Like maybe my dignity...

You threw that away when you chose to hold onto that information. I don't care why you thought it was a good idea not to get involved... in fact I'll tell you right off that I think that's bullshit. You only do that when you don't care about someone at all, when you don't really give a fuck if they get screwed over and don't even know that it's coming....

So yes... I am still mad, very mad.... and I will be until I do something about it.

Labels: a day in the life of, bitch killa, stupid fuckers

I love tool... they are the best mother fucking band ever!!! EVER BITCHES, EVER!!! DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?

Anyhow, so I'm listening to some music while I'm finishing up some web projects during my final days at work..... and I started thinking about life and stuff like that...

Then I thought about this hot girl at the local coffee stand that I think I"m going to ask out. Talk about a stick of TNT...

I think the coolest part is that she is into the same type of music that I am, and totally clued me in on the fact that Rage Against the Machine is getting back together for a limited time.

I'm fucking stoked...


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Labels: adventures in everett, bitch killa, changes, coffee, rock and roll, thoughts

Cingular... fuck you. I paid my bill, then you shut me off 2 days later for non-pay, and here's where it gets really awesome, you take your online site down for the evening so I can't even pay my bill or review the balance to see why you think I need to be shut off.

Thanks, I will be cancelling my service as soon as I find a wireless company worth porting my number to. Oh yes, I WILL BE TAKING MY NUMBER YOU FAGGOT SHITHEAD COCK LICKERS.

Washington Mutual... fuck you too. I really think it's keen that you decided to stop sending me back my original cancelled checks... and decided to offer a service online where I can view them. Now if you could just actually fucking fix my online account, folks this thing has been broken for over 3 years with no resolution, then that might work out for me. Thanks for signing me up for your new service without asking, and without making sure that I actually have access to the Internet. I hope all of your banks catch fire and you go out of business. I will be closing my accounts very soon and moving over to BECU... because for some god forsaken reason it seems that airplane manufacturers treat their banking customers better than you, a bank, treats theirs... May you die of a perforated colon, caused by getting overly kinky with a homeless transvestite and a rusty metal pipe. Go to hell.


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Labels: adventures in everett, bitch killa, business is business, changes, reviews, stupid fuckers

Yeah, we all know those fuckers.. that type in UPPERCASE all the time over IM...



Or those really special fucktards that tYPE lIkE tHIs oR something... fucking ass pirates.



Here's to you johnny fuck-nose:

...thanks for nothing.

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Labels: adventures in everett, bitch killa, stupid fuckers

I was doing some thinking earlier today (because that's my pastime... fuck sports) and I'm stuck wondering what life is going to be like once I start treatment.

That's right, treatment... I unfortunately got into a bit of trouble on Halloween evening and so today I got to go pee in a cup and answer a bunch of questions in the hopes that what this guy decides that I do with my life, is not the same as what he thinks a crack head or someone with a serious drug and/or alcohol problem does with theirs...

But alas... if you know me then you already read the joke. It's in the paragraph above... if you don't know me personally... then let me help you out a bit... it's the part where I elude to the opinion that I don't have a serious problem....

Heh, that might just be the best joke I've heard all week....

Ok door... you are open now, so I need for you to stay open until I walk through the threshold... then please shut yourself and hold me in with all of your might... it's going to be a rough ride...


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Labels: adventures in everett, bitch killa, growth, new years resolution, thoughts

I found a really cool blog by this person that likes to share information about web development. Check out the source link below, which links to one article about CSS techniques. You'll find other articles as well, such as the one that took me to the site about free fonts that you should definitely download.

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Labels: adventures in everett, bitch killa, web development

So this morning, I was woken up by a phone call from my friend with the hurt knee. I am at this time an hour late for being at her house. I hop out of bed to get ready and immediately stub my small toe on my right foot.

Man, that shit fucking hurt so bad that I almost punched myself in the neck to take my mind off of the pain. Needless to say I was very awake at this point from the intense throbbing in my foot.

I continue getting ready and hit the road. I arrive at my friend's house, help her get down to my car and right as she gets into the car and shuts the door the window on drivers side falls into the door about halfway. I pull the window out, prop it up and we head out to the doctor. On the way there, while driving, the window falls again... this time all the way into the door. I couldn't grab it while I was driving, and I couldn't really do shit about it once it happened.

This was followed by the other window falling into the door right before we arrived at the doctor.

What in the fuck is going on? Why is my life literally falling apart one piece at a time?

Oh just fuck it all I suppose....


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Labels: adventures in everett, bitch killa, car

...yes you heard me right. That was full blown sarcasm.

On my way to my friend's house today, I tried to roll down both of my windows. Since they were still frozen shut even though everything else had the snow melted off (back window, front window, moon roof...), they stuck in place.

The motors however, did not... in fact they kept trying to run long after the clips broke off of the window regulators. It's a great sound really, one that I will never forget. The clip breaks, the motor spins (pulling the part that holds the window, those clips, out of alignment), and the window stays in place (for now) until the snow melts and then the windows will probably fall down into the door.

Just like the passenger window did the first time the clips broke, during an all employee meeting for AT&T Wireless years ago...

Oh well.. at least this part is still covered on my Volkswagen warranty. I'll be contacting the dealership on Monday to have these fixed. Great.. like I have all the free time in the world to waste on this.

Yeah... well... have fun reading...


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Labels: adventures in bothell, bitch killa, car, thoughts, weather

Often I find that my friends ask me what it is that I am doing. Occasionally, if the situation and maybe even the magic in the air is right... I can respond with this catchy phrase:

"I'm Housin."

"Well what's that? I don't understand..."

"Well sweet child, housin' is by definition the best thing you can do with your life. Quick, read here before you waste another moment!!!"

Also, for those who are interested... the term was coined in this song: I'm Housin

Ahh yes, now let me tell you about how I was "housin" today.

It's no secret, I live in Everett, WA and we had a mild snow/wind storm last night. I say mild compared to the storms we had earlier this year as this storm was nowhere near the magnitude of the last occurrence.

Moving forward... I decided to leave the house to mail a bill and grab another coffee. Upon returning to my street, which was at the time covered in ice, I see a little child in his yard. I'm going to guess and say that by the kid's size that he was probably about four or so.

I decided to show off for this kid, so I start to play around with the e-brake to cause some sliding over the ice. Now normally this wouldn't have been an issue, but given that I had a coffee in one hand, a cigarette in the other, and I was driving the car with my penis... I lost control of the car. Long story short, I ended up in this poor kid's neighbor's front lawn.

As soon as I can subdue my laughter, I realize that I've probably caused some damage to the "previously lovely" plants in this person's front yard. I put my coffee in the holder, ditch the cigarette out the window (hell yeah teach by example mother fuckers!!!), stop exposing myself to my steering wheel and I back out of this person's lawn planter area in front of their lawn.

I continue laughing and driving home and arrive in a record 2 seconds as my house is only about 3 or 4 houses down from where this incident took place. I am welcomed by a group of older kids running around with air pellet guns and shooting each other all while managing to stay in the exact area that I have a strong desire to park my car in.

As I get closer to the driveway, the children scatter. I'm guessing one of two things happened here... the children were either taught by their parents to respect other people's property (which I'm thinking isn't likely in this day and age), or they saw my stunt up the street which left no doubt in their little minds that I could and would take them out in half a heartbeat if needed or maybe even for sport.

Either way they made the right choice and bloodshed was once avoided once more.


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Labels: adventures in everett, bitch killa, car, weather

Do you ever just sit and wonder where you would be right now had you made just one or maybe a series of decisions differently? Of course you have, everyone does. Everyone thinks about this kind of stuff at least up to the point where your mind starts to fill in the blanks... where you start thinking about how things would be now.

This is where I think there are two distinct differences in the way that people approach this subject:

• People who aren't afraid to think about this stuff and let their mind wander a bit
• Fucking poser bitches that like to cut you off and tell you shit like "well you can't change it now..."

..."right, how about you just run and go fuck yourself followed with a wonderfully prepared jig of get the fuck lost.. homo ass trick"

Note: If you would like to complain about my use of the word "homo" above, you can go fuck yourself. Nobody cares about what you think, and if they did you would have a website like me that you could go take out your shitty aggression on. The fact that you don't means that you suck on shitty anus for fun.

Anyhow, back to my daydreaming...

I have to begin a trek of bullshit ass change tomorrow... and I don't really mind saying that I'm not happy about it at all.

In fact I'm so fucking mad about it that I'm at the point where I would undo at least one major event in my recent past which is not directly related to my pain over this specific issue, but it definitely put me in the wrong place at the wrong time.

So, in short... fuck shitty bitches. But really even more than that, fuck people who can't make up their mind.

Labels: adventures in everett, bitch killa, thoughts

UHHHHHHHHH... the one with the nappy ass hair... UHHHHHHHHH....

So one of my very cool friends got me a couple of bad ass bumper stickers for Christmas that say no more than "Bitch Killa" in straight up Old English lettering. I LOVE THEM!!!

I promptly installed one in my back hatch window on the GTI, the other in the drivers side back seat window. Now everyone will know that I'm that scary ass "bitch killa" they need to make sure they don't get caught slippin around:

Well there you have it, and now for the story behind the phrase "bitch killa" for your holiday enjoyment (I like to tell this story to the children when it gets close to Christmas, I feel that it really demonstrates creative and moral family values):

So one day my buddy Adam and I are going to 3 Pigs Barbeque (click for the CitySearch.com review page) for lunch and he starts telling me about this awesome deal he got on a house he just purchased. The deal was in fact so awesome that he was able to pull a large amount of money out of the equity in order to get other things done around the house and in his family's personal lives.

So we start talking about buying one of those platinum grills that clip into your mouth (you know, the ones the gangstas have) and he starts saying "oh yeah, then I I'll also be rockin the tattoo on my neck, you know 'BITCH KILLA' and shit. Just go up to bitches and pull down the neck of my shirt, just all 'UHHHHHHH!!!! BITCH KILLA!!!!!"

Now I know from prior experience in telling this story, that it's kind of a "you had to be there" anecdote. If it isn't one it's definitely in the running, and well.... knowing that, I have found that the following information might help you understand why it would be hilarious for my buddy Adam to have "BITCH KILLA" tattooed on his neck (aside from all of the obvious reasons).

1. Adam has two children
2. Adam is happily married
3. Adam is from mostly rural Georgia (that's right, I said RURAL, which is almost as cool of a word as 'FERAL' which definitely has absolutely nothing to do with this story)
4. Adam is a really nice guy

So yeah, that shit made me laugh so hard that I told the story over and over again, and that resulted in me receiving these bad ass stickers (pictured above) for Christmas.

Feel free to let me know what you think about my new stickers by emailing me here....

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On another note, do you ever see other people's children and just want to put the fear of god in them when you see them misbehaving? Like for instance right now I'm watching MAD TV, and while I know it's not real, and that this character "Stuart" is also pretty far from any sort of valid reality, but I can't help but feel this desire to punch him right in his fucking neck and then watch his feeling of safety shatter, his confidence implode and cumble upon itself and fear completely consume him. Then he will be useful and responsive to direction. If you are reading this on the website, then you can clearly see that I am ten ninjas.

Labels: bitch killa, car, christmas