This is just a test if this was a real post it might be more intresting ^,..,^

Posted by: Whatnowmike at 22:00 | link | comments (1)

I'v been thinking about the word intresting and how versatile it is as a response when some one asks you what you think of something it very rarely actully means your intrested . It usely is the only polite response to some thing you think at best unimpressive and at worst complete bull shit.  well whatever

It's kinda sad that I write like an 8th grader it's just so completly inarticulate and lacking in subtly. I'v been thinking about writeing a story or maybe just a collection of partial story's "I'l take what I can get"

Why do parent's knowingly start to fill your head full of bullshit even before your old enough to understand what the words mean don't swallow the seeds they''ll grow in your tummy, babys come from storks, tv rots your brain, you should consult a little yellow flower before you decide if you like butter maybe it's not a bad thing to have your imagination kick started by a little bit of bullshit . I think a kid "a kid mind you " who spends a lot of time dreaming is better than one who is slave to their parents day planner filled with activtes no kid could enjoy and play dates with little bastards that would never have interaction with other children unless they forced it upon them. One problem that parents can't seem to find the cause of is why children don't listen why do they talk back why don't they simply obey  well I think it has something to do with the fact  they keep trying to make kids grow up quicker and quicker well maybe it's a pakage deal maybe you can't only have the convinent things if you want them to be grow up at 10 and 11 don't be suprised when they respond like an adult no adult would ever acept being treated like a kid being told what to do. maybe kids should be able to be kids but what do I know

Well for the bad shit jesse has cancer and I might go to jail because heather is a lieing coward

I'd do drugs if feeling numb wasn't what I'm trying to escape

 

Oh I'm reading Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk  it pretty good so far it has a kind of dry sarcasam I can apreciate

this from the book page 21-22 (he's building a model House just you can have some type of context) Its purple so It gets noticed by the people I think might be intrested

       The truth is ,even if you read to your wife an child some night. You read them a lullaby. And the next morning , you wake up but your family doesn't. You lie in bed, still curled against your wife. She's still warm but not breathing. Your daughter's not crying. The house is already hectic with traffic and talk radio and steam pounding through pipes inside the wall. The truth is,you can forget even that day for the moment it takes to make a perfect knot in your tie.

       This I know.This Is my life.

       You might move away, but thats not enough. You'll take up a hobby. You'll bury yourself in work. Change your name. You'll cobblethings together. Make order out of chaos. You'll do this each time your foot is healed enough, and you have the money.

        Organize every detail.

       This isn't what a therapist will tell you to do , but it works.

        You glue the doors into the walls next.  You glue the walls into the foundation. You tweezer together the tiny bits of each chimney and let the glue dry while you build the roof. You hang the tiny gutters. Every detail exact. You set the tiny dormers. Hang the shutters. Frame the porch. Seed the lawn. Plant the tree  Inhale the taste of oranges and gasoline. The smell of hair spray. Lose yourself in each complication . Glue a thread of ivy up one side of the chimney. Your fingers webbed with threads of glue, your fingertips crusted and sticking together.

       You tell yourself that noise is what defines silence. Without noise silence would not be golden. Noise is the exception. Think of deep outer space, the incredible cold and quiet where your wife and kid wait. Silence, not heaven, would be reward enough.

       With tweezers, you plant flowers along the foundation.

        Your back and neck curve foward over the table. With your ass clenched, your spine's hunched, arching up to a headache at the base of your skull.

       You glue the tiny Welcome mat outside the front door. You hook up the tiny lights inside.  You glue the mailbox beside the front door. You glue the tiny,tiny milk bottles on the front porch. The tiny folded newspaper.

        With every thing perfect,exact,meticulous,it must be three or four in the morning, because by now it's quiet. The floor, the ceiling, the walls, are still. The compressor on the refrigerator shuts off, and you hear the filament buzzing in each lightbulb. You can hear my watch tick. A moth knocks against the kitchen window. You can see your breath, the room is that cold.

      You put the batteries in place and flip a little switch, and the tiny windows glow. You set the house on the floor and turn out the kitchen light.

        Stand over the house in the dark. From this far away it looks perfect. Perfect and safe and happy. A neat red-brick home. The tiny windows of light shine out on the lawn and trees. The curtains glow, yellow in the baby's room . Blue in your own bedroom.

       The trick to forgetting the big picture is to look a t everything close-up.

   The shortcut to closing a door is to bury yourself in the details.

   This is how we must look to God. As if everything's just fine.

      Now take off your shoe, and with your bare foot , stomp. Stomp and keep stomping. No matter how much it hurts, the brittle broken plastic and wood and glass, keep stomping until the down stairs neighbor pounds the ceiling with his fist.

Posted by: Whatnowmike at 11:33 | link | comments (3)

I think I have a junk food adiction which goes against my goal to get healthy. and I'm really geting very sick of people on a whole, millions of people not listening just impaitently waiting for their chance to talk. I had a an embaressing acident today. It was about 10 at night and I was on my bed watching tv with the lights off , and I was on my back throwing a water bottle up and down. Just after I tossed the bottle up the show went to comercial faded to black well with my light source gone I could no longer see the bottle and it fell on the boys. I couldn't move for like 10 minutes.  So needless to say it wasn't the best part of my day. Some good news is I'm a third of the way to geting my A+ certification and my neice has brought happiness into all our lives it's still weird to be an uncle I'm happy nicky has kira so lilly has a cousin along with an aunt  and jesse as another uncle. It's not weird for jesse at all he loves having a part to play. and some shity  news heathers boyfriend in his infinite insanity thought just because he didn't like some I said it was ok to punch me in back of head while I was fucking driveing some of his other greatest hits are punching out heathers car window and throwing a bowl at his sister's head he's an apathetic self centered social retard but heather loves him and I feel sorry for her for that.  thats all for now oh and I'm learning how to put 16 digit binay into hexidecimal notation fun stuff..

Posted by: Whatnowmike at 08:14 | link | comments (1)

                                                                                                                                                        Baby Lilly Has Arived

 

        Today is the Birthday of Lilly Victoria Rice she was born at L&M Hospital at 10:13A.M. this morning weighing 9.2 Lbs and 18.5 inchs long she was delivered by a C-section and she has to be the hairiest new born I have ever seen it feels wonderfull and weird to be an uncle I am going to spoil the shit out of her I am just generally happy its just so cool several big things are happening this week Lilly being born (I love her already) me becomeing an uncle I start my computer classes tomarrow and my cousin beth is moveing to Korea with her husband.

         Lilly is the newest edition to the Chatterton/Rice clan and poor little thing she doesn't know what shes geting herself into were all kinda crazy some more than others. On top of every thing shes a Valentine Baby so shes love incarnet I think it's a good sign.

Posted by: Whatnowmike at 09:37 | link | comments (1)

I hate this fucking thing I have just lost a fucking page of typeing.

 

If I had a girl friend I wouldn't have time for this but I get frozen around girls lately whatever

 

 

Posted by: Whatnowmike at 09:40 | link | comments

I've recently relized that I have no self control well not enough anyways every job I've ever lost has been from the same dumb ass embarasing thing I can't ... well to say I can't is like saying I had no choice or its not my fault but I digress I've lost every job simply because I didn't get up in time and It was my fault If I went to bed on time I would of never got fired

Posted by: Whatnowmike at 16:57 | link | comments (1)

I watch alot of movies about people who go from weak to strong and I just want to be that person I want that story to be mine. Reading this makes me relize how simple I'v become as my life gets more and more and more complicated I defenitly geting dumber.  Oh by the way I might have got fired ok I'm bored. I need some one to love.

Posted by: Whatnowmike at 07:54 | link | comments

I don't really have time for this shit but I thought I would write something because I haven't in awhile ok the new stuff I'm out of retail YES!!!! and nik had her baby I lost $50 at foxwoods I tried to get my friends to go but but they either couldn't go didn't want to go or I couldn't get a hold of them but I went any ways its a travesty they changed all the slots entirely to paper I couldn't even enjoy myself I like the clinky clanky noise of the coins when you win I'm tired as hell I have to get some sleep this is why I don't do this any more between work and sleep I have nothing going on in my life

 

Posted by: Whatnowmike at 03:38 | link | comments (1)

I wonder if my mother knows just how unhappy she makes me how embaressed I am of her selfish ways of her inability to understand a point of view other than her own of her tendency to blame everything shes doesn't like or doesn't understand on me she acuses me for causeing every thing short of the rain my own mother treats me like a stepchild. I think its because I'm a man she treats all men like they're the willing cause of each and every problem she has the saddest part in she probaly wonders why she has guy problems why peter yells at her I would stop him if he said something that wasn't true she does treat him like shit she does absoluty insently nag him and me for that matter with what ever horendess nonsense that floats into her head even if she thinks your gonna do something. damn she is frustrateing its so hard to love some one who treats you like they hate you. I need to get out of this house.

Posted by: Whatnowmike at 11:30 | link | comments

Do you need matches

Good morning smurfs and smurfets I worked my first day at the gas station today and it sucked su su su sucked ok my outrage is unispired but I'm drained so what do you want from me?, shakespear I have a renewed and deepened hatetred for retail thanks to the gas station so much paper work so few reasons for it I wonder if I put in another drop form with "please oh god please for the love of  every thing green and holy please drop me from retail" in the part that you fill in for what  ( big sigh) skill you want to drop if that would expdite the process probly not but it sure would make me feel betterI think I'm gonna get my sister baby stuff for lilly for xmas I think it would be more usefull and maybe a video game for dave blah blah Jana and Carolyne came to see me after they got sloshed of coarse seeing them two ladys was the high point of my day/night what ever but it was cut short by an aparently urgent need to stock soda they have like 56 cokes in the fridge but they needed me to put in two more on the way home I was thinking about not giving a damn, not giving a shit , and not giving a fuck  and the difrence between them is a fuck even less than a damn or is a shit the least intrested does a combination of fucks and shits equal the level of intrest of a damn I think I need to do more research and how much is ass load and is it similer to a shit load it seems these two should be about the same

(D  o  u  b  l  e   s p a c e d   f o r   y o u r   p l e a s u r e)                                     

                            Enough stupid thoughts I have to move on to stupid dreams well I'm off like a promdress and out like disco laters my gaters.

Posted by: Whatnowmike at 17:04 | link | comments (4)