“Some words when spoken…cant be taken back…” Nothingman – Pearl Jam

“Once divided…nothing left to subtract…
Some words when spoken…cant be taken back…
Walks on his own…with thoughts he cant help thinking…
Futures above…but in the past hes slow and sinking…
Caught a bolt a lightnin…cursed the day he let it go…” – Pearl Jam

When you’ve taken all you can take from someone, it’s wise not to put yourself in the position to take more from them.

Don’t give that person a chance to say those words, again (and again), that can’t be taken back.

“She once believed…in every story he had to tell…
One day she stiffened…took the other side…
Empty stares…from each corner of a shared prison cell…
One just escapes…ones left inside the well…
And he who forgets…will be destined to remember…”

Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone…

I’m mad. I’m mad, depressed, hungry, I need a shower, I need a job, I need money…

I don’t care. About anything. …including my well being.I guess she was right. My “give a damn” just don’t work right. I don’t want to be part of society. Not if I can’t be at the top. Nope. I’d rather never see another human being again in my whole life, than be at the bottom of society’s shit bag. 

I haven’t written anything in a long time. My “write a blog” is broken, too. What the hell am I going to write about? Everyday’s blog would be pretty much the same. “I got drunk last night, and feel like hell today.” …and then, I’d expound on the previously mentioned drinking binge. I’d probably spell a word or two wrong, and say something silly occasionally. But I refuse. I’m not going to do it. 

I drank about 10 beers last night, and a small bottle of Jack Daniels (old number 7). Now I feel like shit. I woke up really early this morning, because of previously mentioned shitty feeling. I then went to the bathroom, groaning all the way, on account of my stomach and head both feeling like they were going to explode. Well, my stomach did, but my head didn’t. The explosion sent a shotgun blast of gut rot into the toilet, from my bottom. I drank some water, and laid back down to slumber some more. And I did. I did it! I actually did something right. I had a HELL of a hangover.

About that job…if anyone knows of a company looking for a good sales guy (travel is ok) that drinks too much, but doesn’t let it interfere with his performance, please send that company’s info in Bean’s direction.

Bye Bye,

-Beans