Unlimited 1-ups

I have a problem. (check that) I have a million problems. For one thing, I am a constant worrywart. I am always worrying about what people think of me. (obsessive) I worry about if someone is pissed at me, or thinks badly of me, for things I have done, haven’t done, or am thinking of doing. Like this for instance. And by this, I mean what you are currently reading. I also WANT to know the etiquette of blog comments. When someone writes a comment on your blog, and yes I mean you, are you supposed to reply back? Is it rude if you don’t reply? Or is it implied that you don’t have to reply? PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHOEVER IS READING THIS NOW. Please. It is bugging me because even though I try as hard as I can to outwardly display a WHO GIVES A FUCK attitude, the TRUTH is, I GIVE A FUCK. I care what others think of me, deep inside. I like to be liked. I will not, however, put up a front, or try to impress. If I don't like you, I will ignore you. If you don't like me, I think, "what's wrong with me, what did I do?". Man, I am fucked up. I like it when people think I am a good person, and not a bastard. I do not want to show it though. I don’t want to be rude, even though my actions say otherwise. I want to be nice to people that are nice to me. Especially when I am such a piece of shit as a person sometimes. In other words, tell me what YOU, I mean you damn it, do with your blog comments, and replies. Here is another thing. I have problems with things. Everything has to be a certain way. (compulsive) I am not as bad as some people, I mean, there is ALWAYS somebody worse or better than you, and by you I mean me, in everything. Take light switches. Light switches have to be in a certain position. Like if 2 switches control one light, one must be in one position, and the other one opposite. If they are in the wrong position, it will bug the shit out of me, and I will go out of my way to fix every switch in the house to the way I think it should be. At work, everything in my station goes in a certain spot. If someone moves it, I will put it back, making sure they notice that I am annoyed that they put it in a place that I did not like. My baseball cards and stuff must be in a certain order, whether it is by name, by year, by brand, or by the label I have assigned to that particular box. Everything goes in its place. (disorder) Certain pens and markers go in different spots on my computer desk. Certain socks go in this dresser drawer, while other types go in that drawer. I have work socks, work shoes, and work clothes. I have home socks, home shoes, and home clothes. The two shall NOT be mingled! I have different rows of things in the fridge. Diet Mt. Dew goes in this row. Diet this thing goes in this row, Diet that thing goes in that row. Pretty much with everything in my life, well most anyway, well a lot I think, is like that. And by the way, while I was typing this paragraph, I spelled checked it no less than 5 times.

(check that)
(obsessive)
(compulsive)
(disorder)


I also am wandering what you, the reader do as a writer of blogs. I mean do you think of something to write about, write it all down, and then work on it for a while and then post it? Or do you just sit at the keyboard like I do, just trying to think of something to say. My mind is a rolling and thundering tornado of thoughts of this and that and the other. THE PROBLEM HERE is that I do not know how to put things into words. I can go on and on and on in my mind about everything, but putting it down as a written line of words is something else entirely. Is that common, or am I just a pathetic moron dumbass in this world of blogs?


Well, enough of me. Okay I just lied by saying that. This past few weeks have been crazy! I went to the dentist AGAIN Tuesday the 11th, and that was just a big ball of fun. I went to Taco Bell about 3 a.m. last Saturday, and lets just say, the food I had has been “running for the border” ever since then. I will however, say that Pepto Bismal makes a VERY fine product, especially the pill form! The kids got some shots yesterday, (my dentist fun day), and they took it real well, considering. They whimpered some, but the sticker from the nurse lady made it all better. Work has been a MOTHERFUCKER because of the afore mentioned Taco Bell experience. The dentist fun certainly DID NOT improve anything! I was thisclose to not coming in to work today, but I dragged myself in, thank GOD. They were short of people today, and my ASS would have been GRASS, doctor’s note or not. PLUS, it is good money, and my kiddos are EXPENSIVE. But then again, so is me and my wife. OH YEAH, did I mention that my beloved Yankees season is over, they lost to the Angels Monday night, and the Angels play the White Sox to see who goes to the WORLD SERIES, for the American League, while the Yankees pretty much wait until next year. My fucking teeth fucking hurt. My lower portion of my torso (did not want to gross you out) fucking hurts. My Yankees fucking stink up the fucking place. I am hurting, but yet, I am still horny. Go figure.






P.S. Here is what the past few days have been like, and NEEDLESS TO SAY (but said anyway), I HAVE NOT BEEN MARIO LATELY BY ANY MEANS! Pink is sooooooooooo NOT my color. Did I just say that?????