Fucking Updates

Yeah, I'm supposed to be at work right now, but the boss asked me to run an errand for him, and I stopped by the house to grab an early lunch.

Updates:
The job still rocks! For the most part the boss leaves me alone. Well, I have to get horses ready for him, and sometimes I have to run along behind him when he's going to show a client a horse. But he treats me like I know what the fuck I'm doing.

Edge and I are seeing each other pretty regular. The sex is fucking awesome. We get along great. Digger's been growling at the guy though, and I don't really know what to make of that.

We're playing fewer gigs these days. The guys are all bent on making money. Dont' know what for, but I get the feeling they're up to something. Just haven't bothered to ask them what.

Nobody's pissed me off in like three days. I think it's a record. I hope it's not a sign I'm getting old. I don't feel old. I don't ever want to act old.

So just for the hell of it, here's to all of you that deserve it: FUCK OFF!!!

Happy Party Day!!!

Hey, I'm Irish!!!
I'm getting ready to go out and celebrate the day. With Edge!!!

I'm pretty damn sure I'll be drunk and occupied later, so I thought I'd just wish you all a happy one now.

Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck him blind tonight!!!

FUCK THIS CUNT

What the fuck is up with this woman? This Ruth Fowler chick? She's a fucking blogger, just like the rest of us. I haven't read many of her posts, but a really good friend of mine told me she got her shot at fame because of her blog.

Then she's got the nuts to write today's post - Reluctant?

Here's a bit of what she had to say:

You see, I actually hate blogging. I hate blogs. I don't read them. I find the whole concept a bit tasteless. I think it's absolutely grotesque, desperate and sad to need the attention of a pile of strangers from the internet to give you a feeling of self worth. I find people who write those cutesy blogs about their husbands and yeast infections, peppering their websites with grainy pics of spawn and puppies, utterly repulsive. I find the whole comments phenomenon pointless and gratuitous. Oh beebo101 thank you so much for sharing, I never realized there were so many women out there who had similar problems with female ejaculation and an addiction to Banana Republic. Thank you for making me feel normal. Oh please. Pass me a fucking bucket. So I can stick it up your bucket fucking cunt.

The majority of my hatred is reserved for sex bloggers - I find it amusing that I sometimes get referred to as a 'sex blogger', despite the fact I rarely have sex, and I never write about it, and if I did get laid I certainly wouldn't write about it. I find people who do vaguely repulsive, particularly those who have delusions of grandeur about themselves.

Which brings me round to the very obvious question: Why do I write a blog?

I started writing this blog in January 2005 because I'd written a novel when I was 23 and my agent at the time told me to start a blog as it was the only way for new writers to break into publishing. I write a blog now because my publicity people make me in the run up to the book's publication in June.

Which is not to say I don't like y'all and don't appreciate the kind messages and emails you send, but frankly, I'd rather not be here. I'd rather be absolved from duty to cyberspace and wallowing in obscurity somewhere writing books and screenplays and articles on commission.

Where the fuck does she get off dissing the very thing that "made" it for her? And what makes her think she's any fucking better than any one of us?

Ruth Fowler, or Mimi in New York, or whatever the fuck you want to call your two faced ass ... FUCK OFF!!!

Damn

Didn't realize it'd been so long since my last post. Sorry guys.

Yeah, the horse place keeps me busy, but that's not the biggest news. Nope.

You remember Edge? Well... we're kind of dating now. And he's not fucking paying for it!!!!

YES, HE FUCKED MY BRAINS OUT!!!!!

And fuck if it wasn't the best sex I've ever had.

So, when I'm not shoveling shit, I'm spending a lot of my free time with him.

If you know what I mean.

Two More Days

Then I finally get a day off.

Not that I mind so much with this job. So far the only people I've had to deal with are the trainer (my boss) and his wife. Oh, and some of the people that own the horses here. They're almost all gay guys though.

I felt kinda bad for this one dude. He was this younger guy with one of the owners, and the owner just kind of left him hanging there. So I snagged him, and had him come along with me while I worked.

Gave me a pissy feeling towards this owner, and I'd liked the guy before.

So for all you rich pricks out there, here's a word of advice: You want the arm candy? You like fucking the young ones? Treat them like fucking human beings too. You'd be surprised how much more they'd do for you.

Either that, or you can just FUCK OFF!!!

Life in General

Yeah, I know I've been talking about this new job, and not much about the other shit in my life, but that's just it. There isn't a whole lot of other shit in my life right now.

I see Digger every day, the other guys a few times a week. More if we've got a gig.

We're not playing as much, since everyone is working now, and we're trying to settle into a new routine.

I rarely find strangers wandering around the house when I get up these days, and to be honest, I kind of miss that.

But what I miss most of all, and you all know this, is the sex.

Fuck, I need to get laid.

Some kind of Shit

Man, today I learned to do something I ain't all that thrilled about.

See these horses I'm working with are called Saddlebreds. They trot real fancy, holding their tails up while they do it.

I found out today how they get them to keep those tails up.

See, they've got this stuff that's a ginger salve. You dig a gob of it out of the jar, spit on it, then shove it up their ass. Yup. Up their ass.

I've had my fingers up a dude's ass, but this is a whole new ballgame.

Guess I don't really mind doing it, but damn it's something I'd never have imagined doing to a horse.