Good morning folks. It is the first of the month and pay day today. So there is a lot of shit I have to do. I am going to re-dye my hair black. It is starting to fade and it needs to be done I don't know whether I am losing interest in this blog or not. But writing doesn't flow like it used too. It is a lot more work to sit down and try and write about something. But I keep cracking away steadily at it. I like the consistency it brings to my life. This and my job are two consistent things in my life. I spelt "two" wrong. I had it spelt as "too". Haha. You can tell I just woke up. Quite frankly I am surprised I caught it. So how was everyone's halloween? I didn't dress up for it after all. But I saw shitloads of costumes at work yesterday. Two guys in the produce department were dressed like hookers. Luigi and I kept harassing them and saying they should come back to our place. We got a bottle of whiskey and lots of inhibitions to lose. Haha. Oh that reminds me!
This is fucking hilarious. Luigi kills me. Anyways, this cashier for Longo's, whenever she comes in to just shop, she is the sluttiest looking girl I see in there and me and Luigi always snicker about it quietly by our stations. But anyways, yesterday she walks in the store dressed how she always is. Luigi goes up to her and is like "Oh hey! You came as a hooker this year!" I was standing right there and I just exploded into laughter. I couldn't help it. It was one of the funnniest things I have witnessed in a while. She just smiled and laughed. Man. You should have seen me just giggling randomly like a school girl throughout the night whenever I thought of that moment. See the amazing thing about Luigi is that he voices what thinks would be funny so I can enjoy it too. A lot of people have things that they know people would laugh at flit through their head, but they don't say them to avoid the shit it could cause as well and then everyone around misses out on it. But Luigi sais the shit others won't say. Which is also the other part that is hilarious about him. He almost sais the funniest thing you think could be said but wouldn't in that situation. He is a damn good man.
I probably laugh more at work then I do at home thanks to that man. It makes work therapeutic. Two words that aren't usually beside each other. But I like my job more than most and I have Luigi. As I reminded him last night, if I was gay and he could fit a fist into his asshole, he would be the first one I marry. Last night was really fucking dead after the dinner time rush was done. I guess everyone was out on child rapist patrol. I think Halloween is the day of the year with the most crime and the day where more kiddies are touched where they pee then the average day. I guess costumes make people assume they can be something/someone else for a day and get away with it. I think the fact that everyone is in disguise helps. So if you want to be in disguise, you actually blend in. It would be the ideal time I am sure to break into a bank. I bet you New York would be a great place to be. There would be so much crime and the cops would be stretched so thin you just have to do something relatively minor and you will be fine. I was listening to music while at work the other day and John Mayer came on and I have heard people rave about how good and creative he is.
So since it was a slow night I actually payed attention to it and there was nothing very good or creative about it. He likes to use a lot of three or four chord progressions and express them the exact same way over and over again. Not a change whatsoever. Like I mean a creative musician(s) Like Behold... The Arctopus, they are a very technical band. But they will do a fairly simple three or four chord progression but make it interesting by expressing it in different timings, and then maybe in different octaves, or even the chords themselves in a different order, or do all three at once or seperately. But they express something that could be repetitive and boring in interesting ways, but also lets you get familiar with where they are going as far as song structure goes. I think a lot of people just don't know what creativity is when it comes to music. Well I think I done bitching about you foolish music listeners for now. But I will be back relatively soonish. Now to leave you with these words of wisdom by Cannibal Corpse.
Entrails Ripped From A Virgin's Cunt
Alive alone now that they've gone dead but unburied
I've seen it unfold, terrible scenes of agony
Eyes in the darkness
Echoing their madness
The sights that have passed before them
Watching as though it has never happened
Now I only listen to what is not spoken
Murder, hatred
Anger, Savage
Killings I have caused
more than can be counted
orgies of sadism
And sexual perversionVirgin
Tied to my mattress
Legs spread wide
Ruptured bowel, yanked
From her insides
Devirginized with my knife
Internally bleeding
Vagina, secreting
her blood-wet pussy
I am eating
on her guts I am feeding
Mutilated with a machete
I fucked her dead body
The first and last
Your life's only romance
My knife's jammed in your ass
As you die you orgasm
Pass on to the dead
Nerve trembling convulsions
No longer looking human
I never see them, but I know they're there
Locked in my subconcious
Obscene memories I thought I'd forgotten
Haunting unrealities
Tear at me
Hold her arms
Her mouth taped shut
Screams unheard
Out pour her guts
Layers of flesh peeling away
Languish in your own decay
descriptions of my killings
bone chilling
Terror, tear, her
Virgin cunt
Virgins are my victims
Their tight interiors I explore
Sharpened utensils of torture
Now inserted inside of her
Sex organs extracted for eating
On her liver I am gnawing
Forbidden lust for guts
Ripped from her cunt
Tears of blood cry down her thigh
I ram my fist inside her hole
From her crotch piss now flows
Rectum filled with shit
I fucked her emptied body
Until she became stiff
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