18 Months of Supervision

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Yes, that's the first half of my sentence. The second is a whopping $1,200 in fines that I don't have to pay untill my court date in 18 months. I also have to go to alcohol awareness classes and complete the course sometime between now and my court date. The date just so happens to be Christmas Eve of '07. I didn't even know they had court on that day. I guess this has been a real learning experience. So, the fat and skinny of this all is, if I'm a good boy between now and x-mas '07, I don't end up with this on my record at all. Further more, I have calculated the grand total of what this little mistake will cost me($4,000) and the amount of money I'm saving by not having a truck payment, gas expense and insurance payment to pay($14,400 over 18 months) and am amazed that this horrible thing I have done will save me over $10,000 in the course of the next 18 months. I never would have done the math or even started to think about ditching my vehicle, but since I was forced to, I see, I really can give the automotive industry, oil industry and the insurance companies all the one fingered salute with both hands high in the air. Sodding Vial Leaches!!!! You suck my blood no more!

Spring Fever- No, I mean I have a f-n fever and it happens to be spring.

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I've been up all night painting and decided to take a short break to check mail and, yes, to blog, cuz I know you hang on every word I type-not. Anyway, it's 10am and I think I'm already planning a double header- meaning a second all nighter back to back. What do I have to lose, but my health. Sure it's self destructive in some messed up way, but it beats drinking vodka and Red Bull all night and crashing my truck because at least I'm being productive. So, this fever, I venture to guess, is going to go away as soon as I get some sleep or the outside temp hits 90. But enough of this boring drivel. You want entertainment? Check out SassyL's blog= http://sassyl.blogspot.com

The last two posts are a hoot. Did I just type "hoot"? Yeah, I'm losing it. Back to work, SLAVE!!! Sorry, my authoritative personality is calling me back to work. Sophia's coming in tonight. I can't wait!

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What? We're on STRIKE?

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While walking the Magnificent Mile this morning I came across my fellow Union brothers from local 52 holding Strike signs. I asked when and was told as of Monday morning. Once upon a time having a job in the Union meant you had steady pay and good pay at that. Now it's good pay when there's work, but lately that's not too often. I don't know what knuckle heads in the hall decided to Strike and for that matter I don't know it wasn't the "right" thing to do. But the bottom line is that Unions are on the way out the door and a Strike during a period when there aren't many jobs available for Union workers in the Chicago area just seems plain stupid. The fuckers make roughly $45k+ a year for working 9 months. The other 3 months they collect unemployment and work side jobs. It's not a bad gig and they cry for more money? I'm in the Union and I have no sympathy for them. How can they expect anyone else to? That reminds me. I have to pay my dues.

Fun in the Sun, Tattoos and Verging on Anorexia

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Oak St. Beach and the 'Cock

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So yesterday was absolutely what the doc ordered- literally. I woke up and got on the scale and found I was a whopping 171.5 lbs/77.79K. I haven't weighed that little since I was a freshman or sophmore in Highschool. I have lost all fat and a fair amount of muscle mass to boot. So at the tail end of this crazy diet thing I'm doing and after a long work week I had a much needed day of R+R and it was terrific. We played paddle ball relentlessly and were actually some of the few to brave the cold pre-summer waters of Lake Chicago- After all who the hell said Michigan owned the damn thing!? Afterwhich I was completely exhausted. I have a new found respect for all those on "Survivor". I have been eating nothing but rice and water for seven days now. I didn't think that I would lose so much energy, especially while eating all the rice I can stuff into my body at each meal. But, yes, I can not stay awake for more than 12 hours at a time without feeling like a coke head comming off a weekend bender. -No, I don't know what that feels like, but it seemed to be a fitting analogy. I can't imagine what it must be like to be on a rice ration for weeks or months. But, if I were on that show, I tell you, I would capture and eat anything that moved on more or less than two legs. I have never liked rice without much seasoning and additional ingredients, but I actually learned to like it with just a touch of salt. After seven days I'm surprisingly not sick of it. But, I won't want it by itself for at least a couple weeks.

So, after my fun in the sun, I went to my appointment with my "Dr. Pain" AKA Katie at the Jade Dragon Tattoo parlor. No new tattoos. I just wanted her to touch my back up as there were a few "missing" spots, as red does fade and blotch in such a large area. Surprisingly, it was quick and yet more painful than I had anticipated. Thankfully not as bad as the first time though. I am now done with tattoos for at least another year and a half. That's the amount of time I decided that I would give myself before getting another, if I chose to do so. This tattoo was well thought about and I never will regret it, but it is an addiction and I want to make damn sure if I ever get another that I will think it out long and hard.

After the tat-touch up Jmi and I went out to see the new X-Men. It was rather entertaining, but hopefully this will be the last one they churn out. Hollywood came close to ruining it. They try to fit everything into these neat little packages that will produce the most amount of money instead of focusing on integrity. In any case I'd give the movie 3 out of 5 kudos.

Well it's late in the morning and I have a crap load to get accomplished today, so untill next time.