The muffle of the sound....

....of a life hidden underground.
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AWESOME!!

NOW WE CAN CELEBRATE SIBLINGS DAY IN APRIL, MOTHERS DAY IN MAY, AND FATHERS DAY IN JUNE!!!

A HOLIDAY TO CELEBRATE EACH FUCKED UP MEMBER OF MY FAMILY!!!’

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AWESOME!! NOW WE CAN CELEBRATE SIBLINGS DAY IN APRIL, MOTHERS DAY IN MAY, AND FATHERS DAY IN JUNE!!! A HOLIDAY TO CELEBRATE EACH FUCKED UP MEMBER OF MY FAMILY!!!’
So, earlier I was at Best Buy trying to figure out what kind of technology would be best for my work situation. A best buy rep asked, “Have you thought about a desktop?” and I thought, “BITCH PLEASE”.

So I got an iPad with a bluetooth keyboard.

So, earlier I was at Best Buy trying to figure out what kind of technology would be best for my work situation. A best buy rep asked, “Have you thought about a desktop?” and I thought, “BITCH PLEASE”.

So I got an iPad with a bluetooth keyboard.

Who remembers Baby Bottle Pops?

Remember?

You were about 10-12 years old.

They had the catchy jingle for their commercial on Nick….

Maybe it would play during One Saturday Morning.

You said, “I want one of those!”

You get it, and it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.

Makes your fingers all sticky.

Sugar everywhere.

It’s a huge fucking mess.

You throw it away.

Then, the next day, they disappear. The commercials, too.

They disappear off the face of the earth.

The next day, you’re like, “Whatever happened to those baby bottle pops” to your friends. Everyone jokes about it.

They sing the song. They laugh.

YOU LICK THE POP, DIP IT AND SHAKE IT….THEN LICK IT AGAIN….

Everyone jokes about how childish it was….how funny it is….


Then your one friend in the group says it’s still around.

That some grown people still get them.

You say, seriously?

They say yea. They brought them back. In fact, they never really left. They were always in stores.

Then you realize you’re a 25 year old man. You aren’t 10-12 anymore.

You don’t have time for such childish things.

You completely ignored it, too, because it didn’t fit into your adult life with the responsibilities that coincide.

You grew up.

Then you realize that other shows like Barney, Sesame Street etc are still airing.

You’re like, “Good for them. If they still want to be children and live in the past, they can.”.

But you don’t have time for that.

Because you’re an adult.

To each their own.

C’est la Vie

You were batting 100% until you started with “however”.


You almost had us over.

We coulda had brunch.

A nice slice of cantaloupe.

But no.

You decided to be you, again.


Maybe I should remind you that I called you in January to get together and talk. You told me you had to go and would get back to me with a date. You never did. That’s your problem.

Maybe I should remind you that you struck your brother twice (attempting three times) with a beer bottle in the head drawing blood….your own brother  who took you in twice and didn’t ask for anything in return…..that’s your problem.

( she claimed my head got in the way of the bottle, and that I have a soft head since blood was drawn….I have a snap of the text….quite comical.)


….yet you are telling me that I need to be the bigger person? 

I’m not so sure about that, sister.



None of this seems like it’s my problem or Kristen’s problem.



Which, speaking of Kristen, she is a grown ass woman. If she doesn’t want anything to do with you, that is entirely her decision. Not mine. 


You made that bed when you yelled at her for not helping you get a job. Just because she has been looking for a full time job the past 6 months and you were looking for one in a week, that is not her responsibility. 



What happened between you and her is between the two of you.

What happened between you and me is between us. 

It is up to Kristen, or you, to fix things.


Maybe I should remind you that you live 0.7 miles away from us? If you want to speak or talk to her THAT bad for you to get on social media AGAIN and bitch about it, get in your car and drive over here. Don’t know our address? Ask!


The problem here is that you seem to think all of this is just going to go away. You like to text me long, ridiculous paragraphs, but none of them have ever contained an apology. To me or to Kristen. Even when I called you, nothing.


It is not my job to come to you and apologize. I already have to your face before you struck me.



If you want a relationship with us, you need to prove it.

So far, you’re doing a miserable job.

You were batting 100% until you started with “however”.


You almost had us over.

We coulda had brunch.

A nice slice of cantaloupe.

But no.

You decided to be you, again.


Maybe I should remind you that I called you in January to get together and talk. You told me you had to go and would get back to me with a date. You never did. That’s your problem.

Maybe I should remind you that you struck your brother twice (attempting three times) with a beer bottle in the head drawing blood….your own brother who took you in twice and didn’t ask for anything in return…..that’s your problem.

( she claimed my head got in the way of the bottle, and that I have a soft head since blood was drawn….I have a snap of the text….quite comical.)


….yet you are telling me that I need to be the bigger person?

I’m not so sure about that, sister.

None of this seems like it’s my problem or Kristen’s problem.

Which, speaking of Kristen, she is a grown ass woman. If she doesn’t want anything to do with you, that is entirely her decision. Not mine.


You made that bed when you yelled at her for not helping you get a job. Just because she has been looking for a full time job the past 6 months and you were looking for one in a week, that is not her responsibility.

What happened between you and her is between the two of you.

What happened between you and me is between us.

It is up to Kristen, or you, to fix things.


Maybe I should remind you that you live 0.7 miles away from us? If you want to speak or talk to her THAT bad for you to get on social media AGAIN and bitch about it, get in your car and drive over here. Don’t know our address? Ask!


The problem here is that you seem to think all of this is just going to go away. You like to text me long, ridiculous paragraphs, but none of them have ever contained an apology. To me or to Kristen. Even when I called you, nothing.


It is not my job to come to you and apologize. I already have to your face before you struck me.

If you want a relationship with us, you need to prove it.

So far, you’re doing a miserable job.

I want something like this…. More awkward pic though.

I want something like this…. More awkward pic though.

This. #safeselfies

This. #safeselfies

Probably gonna start going bowling more often. It was a helluva good timeout Friday..

Saturday, though, was a great way to exercise my geek culture. Didn’t get to dig through a lot of comics (it was crazy in there, and probably would’ve been uber expensive anyways) wasn’t able to attend Arya’s panel, but we had a lot of fun people watching, attending Evan Peters panel, and looking at art.

Spring is right around the corner. Thank the old gods and the new. Fuck.

Kristen and I are very happy in our new place. Were happy with our new way of life. No nonsense. No BS.

This may be the first year we won’t host any party’s…or as I like to call them “small get-togethers”.

Just not enough room for Christmas parties and cooler parties.

Plus, let’s be forreal:

I want Chaz’s buffalo chicken dip all to muhselfs. All of you bastard hogged it last year and I don’t think I got a friggin sniff of it. Haha