I betcha thought I was dead, didn’t cha? Nah, it takes a bit more to beat me down. I’ve just been super busy these days taking apart shit, running in circles and losing my teeth.
None of that is true. I don’t take shit apart and I haven’t lost any teeth. I may run in circles, but that’s untreated ADD for ya.
A lot has happened, really. I’m not going to spill all of the beans, but I am a millionaire now. How’s that for Tweakasaurus Rex! And I got a raise at my job so am now making well over 6 figures. No, I’m not your typical tweaker.
I was thinking about disability today and how it pisses me off that some people are super capable of working a number of available jobs but yet spend most of their time figuring out how to get on disability. Can not fucking figure that shit out. Pisses me off because if I asked you to pay for me to live for the next several years, you’d look at me like I was bat-shit crazy. Yet that is what you are doing by trying to get on disability when you are perfectly able to work.
Now don’t get me wrong, there are scads of people in the world that should be on disability and do need help. I’m not against that. I’m not evil. But seeing part of my salary going to pay for some lazy asses to sit around and smoke crack all day long does not sit well with me. If you can, man up and get a job and pay for your own way. You are not special and you shouldn’t expect anything in life expect hard work.
I have a super weird roommate. The other day he called me a self-centered prick with a bunch of other not-so-nice names. The next day was my birthday and he hasn’t said a word. I got a new truck and he hasn’t acknowledged it. He wonders why I don’t want to spend any time with him. He doesn’t know how to say thank you or please, will not acknowledge any work that I’ve done, laughs at my ideas, and then gets upset when I won’t eat a meal with him. Severe issues. Loves to be the victim. Can’t take responsibility. Entitled. Yeah, he’s a self-centered prick.