Just Off Center

I was listening to “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” this morning on my Ipod. It’s one of the only country songs I have, with the exception of all the Johnny Cash I can fit. It occurred to me that there might have been some errors in judgment in the song. In my mind, the Devil clearly won the fiddle battle against Johnny. Johnny’s soul should be scorching in Hell right now. That lame assed arpeggio he kept throwing out was nowhere near as cool as the funky ditty that Satan and his demons orchestrated. But the Devil just gave up and tossed Johnny that golden fiddle. I think Satan should have called in an objective third party to judge this one.

Has anyone ever noticed how pretty yellow lights are? I mean usually I’m just trying to race through the intersection before it turns red. But every now and again I’ll get caught at a yellow knowing that I won’t be able to make it. I noticed the other month that the yellow hue that holds the middle position on a traffic signal is actually quite pleasing. Maybe I’m weird. No, I’m definitely weird. But I might also be right about this.

Arrowhead water tastes like shit! I used to be one of those guys who thought that drinking bottled water was absolutely retarded. Then I started receiving some for Nina to use in her cooking and to drink while she worked out. I got used to it. Now tap water makes me fucking ill. And among bottled waters, Arrowhead is the worst. It’s just like tap. It probably is tap. Fuckers. I actually bought a bottle of it at the snack bar down the hall, emptied it out in the drinking fountain, and filled up the bottle with the Sparkletts jug in my office. That would make a nice commercial, huh?

I’m so proud of myself. I have to be careful about bragging though, because I don’t want to come off as cocky…oh fuck it, who am I kidding? I crossed under 200 pounds the other day, my lowest weight since I was 22. Plus, I’m running now. I wait until it’s dark and go for a run around my community. It’s just getting too fucking hot here in Phoenix to exercise outdoors during the day. Plus I get to run with no shirt on. There’s something very liberating about that. Anyway, I have been running five kilometers each time I’ve went out this week. It’s getting easier and I’m feeling better. Yay me! Wait, was that over the top?

I’m feeling a little guilty this morning. I really chewed the shit out of Sam today. I mean, I know he deserved it, but still I hate that I was put into that position. He’s feeling homesick again. So he decided that he was too upset to work. So did he call in or go tell his boss that he’s not well? No. Instead he decided to tell his boss that his aunt had just died. Great idea, asshole. And when his employer contacted Sam’s parents to offer their condolences, his mom was forced to cover for his story. I’m working two jobs and about 84 hours of my week are spent working or commuting. I can’t explain how offended this move makes me. So I called and ripped him a new one. I think he’s probably crying now. Fuck it. I fucking hate this situation.

Enough for now. Back to work.

# posted by Mike @ 10:16 AM