two weeks in the making

That's what this entry is, I haven't had time to put much in here. Usually around the time of my birthday, things get a little hazy, and stay that way for a while. Not that I'm going to complain, rather I love it. Life is good, fuck!

My birthday was last weekend, and I was drunk Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights, as I had hoped for. The details are a bit sketchy, but after reviewing the camera footage pulled from the Saturday, I've figured out all the good times that went down. We didn't quite destroy the world, but we came pretty close. At least in terms of booze consumption.

Here's Trevor with squishy turtle on my top hat:



Silly emo boy, that one. Squishy turtle is an odd fellow, he was there to help me with my laser eye surgery a year and a half ago. That partiicular weblog entry can be found right here, in that wacky rolling archive. Man, things were different back then, and yet still the same.

Back on topic, my birthday gathering was all good, heavy alcohol consumption. Yes, Manj got me a present, but it was just him paying me back seven dollars that he owed me already. Plus an extra three, for whatever reason. I was promised a bottle of Sour Puss! Oh well. The ten dollar bill he gave me went through the wash anyway the next day, but it worked still for me getting Lee's Chicken today.

The footage from that night is rather amuising, some very classic moments. It'll probably be up on Youtube when its all put together, along with the rest of the Madness V film. Hmm, I got my birthday beats / beatdown, did twenty three shots in total, a bunch of beer, killed some homeless people, punched some penguins out, really just the usual.

Also got drawn on, somehow...



Yeah, it's bad. I let it happen though. There's a mustache, and on the left it says "Happy 23rd Bday." Right side says "Meow!" and has a heart next to it, my forehead says "I love" and then theres a pointy cock. The heart, I have no clue what it says. And there's a hindu dot on my forehead. Classy.

Alternate angle here:




So that's aboot it. I don't think I dry humped any stone figures, but I did sodomize Ben and Schaap at different points. It was good stuff, but there was some leftover booze at the end. As a result, it's time for...

"The Survivors of Mike's 23rd Birthday Gathering" Celebration. We aren't sure if Ben survived, but everyone else did, and they're all comingback for one more round. Let's see how many people die this time, huh?

so lazy

I've decided to make this a lazy entry, in the sense that all it does is point to other places of interest, applying to my thoughts today. It comes in two parts, each with its own paragraph, for convenience.

Part One: My birthday is coming up in ten days, and I was looking back last year at the weblog posts, and I did a twelve day countdown, new entry every day. I chose one of the twelve at random and added it to the latest site, michaelrolling.blogspot.com. That's where I'll be posting old entries from prior weblogs, as they relate to today. You'll also find there my entry from last years birthday, so go nuts.

Part Two: The latest round of videos are up on the Youtube account, the drunkenmadshit one. Direct links are here for The Worst Hangover Ever and the Madness V trailer. The hangover one is detailed in a prior entry right here,and it's all for your viewing pleasure.

Part Three: More light duty at work! I've been there five months, and been on light duty six times now. It's not the best thing, but at least they're still willing to accomodate recovery. I'm still enjoying graveyards, it works so much better for me. Hmm, as for a link... here's one detailing the last time I was on light duty. So enjoy all that.

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Addictions 1

One little pill to wash away the pain,
It ends the hurt so I take one again.
Tearing me from the cold reality,
Nothing left but the numb inside of me.
Happiness is all I feel today,
Wrapped inside a blanket of warmth my way.
The pills won't judge, they never say a word,
They leave my mind free, to soar like a bird.
And soon the real world is far behind,
Here inside my chemical-clouded mind.
I can't escape, not that I'd even try,
I'll live in happiness until I die.
So here's the bottle, I will take them all,
And float away, so that I'll never fall.
With death I'll never have to suffer pain,
The pills will always make me die again.

Addictions 2

Please let these pills take away my sad life,
My arms are too heavy to grab a knife.
I'd do it myself, I know that I would,
If only painkillers weren't so good.
I couldn't resist their sadistic charms.
Now I can't move my fucking legs or arms.
I'm stuck, I'm trapped, and worse I'm not yet dead,
I can't fucking move, my peace turns to dread.
And only now, at the end of it all,
Can I feel my desire to not fall.
I want to survive, and I want to live,
There's just so much more that I want to give.
Please let me go, break your warm, loving glow,
But you won't, I can see life start to slow.
All I wanted was to suffer no more,
And that's where I'm at, as I hit the floor.
I scream with my one final, dying breath,
THen welcome the nothing of tranquil death.

Addictions 3

I wake from my slumber, and look around,
And see that my body hasn't been found.
I pull away from my physical form,
To see my body is twisted and worn.
In death I can now reflect on my life,
My two grown kids and my hot-as-fuck wife.
The things I've accomplished, set out to do,
It's so incomplete, yet my life is through.
Now all that I have is pain and regret,
Something the pills never helped me forget.
I gave it all up, what a fool I am,
A suicide pussy, not even a man.
So here I stand, at the end of all things,
TO see what death has in store, what it brings.
And suddenly a tear falls from my eye...
Fuck, I wish that I didn't have to die.

drunkhappy

Last weekend was so good, I ended up getting able to do stuff with all the important parts of my life. Wednesday night was drunk with friends, Thursday was with the little lady, Friday was with family for Beerfest, and Saturday was for all me. Four nights off, took care of all obligations, made it quite enjoyable.

Then the bump and grind of work hit, my first four days in a row of graveyards, which I still love dearly. I really treasure it. I sleep so smoothly during the day and afternoon, and on my days off the nights are awesome. It works out so good for my body, so I'm fuckin happy yo!

An amusing thing occured during my last trip to the hospital, to visit Matt and Haylee. An older lady who worked there came up and said that she hadn't seen me in a while, and asked how I was doing and such. It was weird, because I sort of vaguely recall her from the New Year's gathering, somehow. It was a bit comfusing, but she did recognize me. And yes, they still have my own personalized reserved hospital bed just for me.

I'm in a somewhat existential mood these days, so don't be surprised if you see some weird shit popping up around here. That is all.

das ist ein beerfest!

Fuck, so much drunkenness this weekend, and it isn't over yet. The highlight of course seeing the very amusing movie Beerfest. Obviously it's to do with drinking, so being intoxicated on something is a prerequisite to getting in. Maybe it'll suck when I'm sober, but until then, it shall remain super-double-happy... as the japs would say.

Anyways, yes, drunking all weekend, Wednesday-Sunday, and I couldn't be happier. Not just for the drunking, but also I've just had really curious feelings of good aboot life in general. It's hard to describe, but it just feels like everything in my life is working out in a positive way. I know this isn't true, and that there are some disappointments, but it's still a good feeling to have. It's like the opposite of emo pussies, I suspect.

That being said, this is the latest e-mail I received from the company of Microsoft, regarding XBox Live, and my wacky antics on there. Actually I don't want to make an exact copy of it, but it read similar as follows:

Dear valued XBox Live subscriber,

It has come to our attention that your account, deathchicken9, has been used with potentially malicious intent. We have received numerous complaints from several sources that claim to have observed you making inappropriate and offensive remarks to other members of the XBox Live community. The XBox Live community is one of our most valued asset, and when a challenge arises, we feel the need to act swiftly and decisively.

As a result, we have taken the measure of temporarily blocking access to your account, for thirty days as of this notice. We understand that this is your second warning, and any such further behavior will not be tolerated. Please respect the members of the XBox Live community, so that we may all benefit from this exciting and safe service.

That's aboot it. I say it's a scam, that they'd be fucking with freedom of speech and what-not. It's retarded, sure, but shit happens. That's what the second and more important deathchickn6 account is for. It's still useable, so yaaaaaa! I've taken to getting back into Halo since I'm on graveyards, at least on my days off when I'm staying up until seven in the morning. Like right now. I gotta fill that time somehow, until the buzz wears off.

Finally, here's another shot from the zoo, of me preparing to lick some sort of mountain goat I think. I can't recall the name, but I had my hand on its fence and it licked me, scared the fuck out of me. I think there was some logic at the time...




And because Manj enjoyed my stone giraffe adventure, here's the alternate version:



How bizarre.