Now till Retirement

I like this song…. a lot

My mind is blank. Been putting together old computers for my father for god knows why. Don’t really feel like doing anything and when I do, I get bored within a few moments. Feeling sour over the girl I miss, but even that goes into nothingness like everything else seems to be. Have some niche sites I need to work on, but blah. Just blah.

Going to try and read some blogs I like but I have a feeling the content will be lacking since most of the authors are in Vegas for an affiliate summit.

Valentine’s Day is once again upon the American public. A lot will say its a made up holiday and why should anyone want to participate. Its designed to get you to spend more money. Yes it is. I do want to participate, but due to reasons not of my own This year I shant be and I am morose because of it. I miss her a great deal and wish things would not have turned out the way they did.
Now with the vent over, hopefully can stop being such a whiny baby, and go do something useful like work on some adwords for a new affiliate offer. YAY LIFE.

A change in jobs can’t come soon enough. I find myself dreading the daily trek to work now as I know I will most likely be bored to tears. No challenges whatsoever make for a very dreary day. The money is good and would be stupid to leave until something better comes along.

Hopefully my oral board went well, even if its less money I am sure being a police officer at least would challenge me more.

Things have been quite hectic the past few, have not had much time to put up decent content… or any at all for that matter. Trying to resolve some real life garbage, hopefully things will be back to normal shortly.

Still my motivation to do anything is lacking. I have started to think about the coulda woulda shouldas of the past and they wont leave my mind. Washed the car, then it started raining. Tried to play cs but I suck. Tried to call her, she wont answer.

Went to the pound to pick up Rex’s new friend, waited two and a half hours for god knows why… but he is here. Vladimir the Destroyer a 3 month old Keeshond Mix. Hes sweet as heck, but is probably going to take some time to train him. I still have more stuff to do but I feel like procrastinating.

Tired but not tired. Want to sleep but have slept over twelve hours already. Don’t want to play Counter-Strike, don’t want to watch a movie. Already caught up on various financial blogs I read (I liked this interview at IWillTeachYouToBeRich). Not feeling at all motivated to do much else. I have some stuff in the great wide world of the Internet I need to finish up including a new affiliate marketing blog but I just don’t want to.

Oh well. Once I hit post I am going to force myself to do one task then I will aloow myself to be useless for the day! That or maybe I will call Kevin to motivate me to be less worthless.

I must say I apologize for the lack of updates over the past few days, work and what little social life I have took up the time I sue to post(Which is quite a short amount of time). Never fear though, during my absenteeism I have managed to review a couple cigars and think of some other stuff to write about. You can expect to see those posts shortly.

When it comes to clothing myself, I like to dress well.. I always have. A good fitting, tailored three-piece suit is probably one of the larger joys in my life right next to older Porsches. Lately I have not had much chance to dress as I like due to the fact I wear a uniform these days. A suit and a gun do not go too well together in my current line of work, but possibly in my next career assuming I progress upwards maybe they will.

I derive a lot of happiness from the wearing of well fitted clothing and a lot of folks who know this think I am nuts for it… asking who am I trying to impress and there is no need to dress like that, they even go so far as to question my sexual preferences. I dress as I do because I derive joy from it and I have a sense of pride, not to make anyone else happy. Their sentiments are usually based on the current trends in society to dress like a slob. I think many of them would secretly like to dress better, they are just worried as to what their peers would think… which in all honesty would probably be better of them rather then the worse that they imagine.

T-Shirts and jeans have their place and I wear them as well, I however will not wear Ill-fitting clothing as most of the people I meet do. I do not know when it became the the norm to wear shirts and pants two to three sizes too large, but it looks flat out stupid. How hard is it honestly to pick out something that fits? Clothes should be worn as not to stand out on their own, but help the wearer stand out. When you wear things that do not fit, that is what is noticed and the impression about you is made.

People say do not judge a book by its cover, but I do and I am much more likely to talk to the guy or gal who seems to be taking care of themselves rather then the ones dressed in a baggy jersey with shorts down to their ankles and flip flops. When I see someone dressed in ridiculous clothing I make a judgment whether I want to or not about how I think that person takes care of themselves and I tend to not want to associate with people who cannot be bothered to take the slightest care of their person.

Where did peoples pride go?

This post was completely random, has very poor grammar, and was probably a waste of your time. I am not even sure what inspired this half ass-ed rant… time for bed.

Do not ignore the beeping on the atm machine while you try and fill out the atm deposit envelope it just dispensed for you. It is most likely about to keep your card, as it did mine. I know better then this, collecting these cards are part of my daily routine, thus this makes me an idiot. Also do not go asking anyone in the bank can you get it back, the answer is always NO. I hear people asking the tellers for their cards back far too often.

The armored car company who services whichever atm you are at will collect the card and destroy it either on the spot or later. Bitching about it to the bank employees will not help you, so don’t do it. Call the 800 number and report what happened asap and pray it wasn’t right before all of the banking holidays like my incident.

My girth is almost to the borderline of what my tailored suits shall allow, time to cut all the unnecessary junk I eat throughout the day. I have been meaning to eat healthier and now I have my motivation. A decent sum has been invested in my clothing throughout the year and I would be quite the fool to let it waste over something so silly.

I also need to start exercising regularly again. When I arrive home from work that will begin as well. Lets hope I can still run a mile without keeling over and perishing.

As I have stated before, I have very little in the way of free time. I have one day off this week, tomorrow to be exact… yet it is not really off. My preferred plan of action would be to sleep the day away, then put my efforts towards the little things I need to do. After that possibly inquiring as to whether my friend would like to accompany me to see a film, possibly “The Golden Compass” which I have been waiting an eternity for. After all that I would then fall in to a deep slumber yet again until the misery of reality hits that it is once again time to go slave away for my livelihood.

None of that is the case though as my father has once again requested my damned help for his projects around his house. I do not mind occasionally lending a hand but this is starting to affect me quite negatively. I am starting to resent being expected to provide my little bit of free time, especially after trying to discuss this matter the week prior. I am tired. I do not get to spend my time the way I wish due to family obligation. Anger is building within my soul and discussing calmly and rationally has not solved any of this problem.

I want to live my life and use or waste my time as I see fit at least half of the time, and if I can not get the message across that this is becoming a physiological burden on my person this go round I will likely end up exploding in verbal rage towards the culprit regardless if that’s what I want or not.

I am tired.