Have I Mentioned This???

No. Not the Texas thing. The woman thing.

The fact that they always just say what you want to hear and put up with your shit, even when you're actually interested in what random thoughts are spewing out of their mouths.

Obviously, the girl I spent all night chatting with and getting my job threatened for was not in her room when I got done with work.

She went out with some (hmmm....what word to use? the RP terminology? Nah) Some fucking shit-holes. Just so she could hit the bars in Dallass.

But that's ok. Some other girl walked past me and gave the most beautiful smile and hello as she did. Later, I gave her shit at the front desk and (brace yourselves) accompanied her to fucking Wal-Mart. It was a shit-load of fun. Laughs a plenty.

And then I broke in my swim trunks. In the hot-tub. To the pool. Back to the tub. Back to the pool.

But she seemed to be pulling very far away from me. I just wanted some hand-holding, hugging and (most importantly) snuggling and talking.

Does every woman assume I want to fuck them? WTH? She couldn't even talk to me in an honest and straight-forward way. I really enjoyed the time I had with her. And I wanted to feel closer to her. When she was telling me about her life, I had to concentrate on what she was saying, not because I was looking at her breasts. But because I was lost in her eyes.

This is the difference between a human and a woman. One just humors you and lies to you and one wants to be open but is afraid of what "might" happen. I prefer a human. Someone who wants to share and enjoy the moment, but also can't seem to let go. Fuck. I just forgot which was which. But I do know this:

I prefer the woman who knew that she couldn't be with me without doing something she would regret. The bitch that just lied and fucked with me can go to fucking hell. You give humans a bad name. (And I'm wanted by ten thousand guys, cuz I'm slippery when wet. And if you have no idea what I'm talking about, you should get off your bad medicine)

Nix says: I'm lonlier tonight because I didn't get more time to talk with or be next to her. Not because I didn't get to fuck her. That was never my intention. But it's better safe than sorry, right?

Nix Does It, Again.

Well, we had to switch over to the Ameri(not so) Suites for our demos. We were told that we could do the cooking over there, so it seemed good. We did our first presentation and were then informed quite vehmenently that we were NOT allowed to do the stupid cooking.

Ok. That would be fine, if most of the demo DID NOT RELY ON THE COUPLES ACTUALLY SEEING THE SHIT WORK!!!

So, the Asian guy did our first three and (I think) only sold about $1,300. He was so discouraged and unhappy that he had me do the last one at 7pm, which had 9 couples. And, lo and behold, Nix sold over 4 Grand. (Here comes my new catch-phrase) Holy shit!

I love my job. I love sharing this great product with people. I love getting the pissed off guys to start having fun and be interested. It's so perfect for me.

And that night of sitting and talking with that girl for over 3 or 4 hours would have been even better if the bitch in charge at this hotel hadn't blabbed to Tommy that we both sat outside and had drinks together. Bitch.

But other than that, I felt great after I got done with my demo. Before I even knew if I had any sales or not.

So Nix saves the day, yet again. And won't see any profit, since this whole trip has been shit. I can't wait to be out on my own and not depending on that little asshole to make me money.

Anyway....Gonna go watch a movie, now.

Nix says: It's good to be good at what you do. Suck it.

That IS What I Get.

What I get is a date. Holy shit.

Yeah, so I asked this girl what she was reading and ended up talking with her for over 3 hours. She's from Alaska and, well, I just asked her if she'd like to do something tonight. Amazingly enough, she said yes. So, we'll see if she answers the phone tonight. That would be nice.

So, that's my story. I guess all you really have to do is take the step and say something. Woo hoo!!!

Nix says: Again, Holy shit!

The Amazing Bonus Post!!

That is what is happening here, all you bitches. I have more "words" to type by utilizing "letters" to form them and then use the "words" to form "sentences". It is an amazing way of communicating my "thoughts" and/or "feelings" to those who shall be translating the collection of "symbols" in order to try to understand me and my inner workings.

But what could I have to possibly convey to your fragile minds, that warrants a second post?

I fucking hate Texas. Have I ever mentioned that, before? Because I really mean it.

So, we were supposed to have a show at 7:30 tonight. That got all shot to hell because, not only is it fucking hot as hell, out here, but our A/C was not working in the demo room.

This is both a blessing and a curse. Having the day off is nice, but not making any money is a bitch.

So, tomorrow shall determine if we are able to do our shows or move hotels and not be able to cook. It just fucking sucks.

Nix says: But there's a cute chick reading a book next to me by the pool.

1 Potty-Break + 1 Dollar + Choctaw = I Hate You

Ah, yes. The draw of the "Native American" casino. Who can resist? Well, me, for one. Usually.

My bladder fills so quickly from all of the caffienated-carbonated beverages, H2O, Gatorade and Cranberry-Grape juice, that I often must empty it at times others do not. Such was the case on the ride to wonderful Irving, Texas.

Choctaw Casino, conveniently located at the gas station store I was about to urinate at. The little asian guy followed me in and for the hell of it took his only dollar and played a slot. As I finished my task and headed back for the "SUV" (not a truck, car or vehicle, mind you, a fucking "SUV") he came out smiling and calling my name.

THE LITTLE BASTARD HAD JUST WON 50 BUCKS! OFF A DOLLAR!

Thankfully, he spent it all playing more slots, the little shit.

So, I hate you, little asian guy who constantly makes my life miserable. Fuck off and die and do it in the most painful way possible, you...you...some foul and offensive string of obscenities I have yet to concoct.

Nix says: Perhaps I'll come up with a more amusing and light-hearted rant for my next post. Or not.

I Eat, Sleep and Crap Boxes.

Yes, I am moving into my own place. (Anybody getting rid of a couch? "Fuck your couch!)

Nice little apartment down in South County. Pool. Shade. An apartment. (that's the most important.)

There shall be a celebration once I have emptied all of those reproducing boxes and am actually in town. So I shall keep all posted.

Right now, I am filling what should be my final fucking boxes and getting ready for work. Gonna sell some pot(s). Sales have been incredibly shitty, so I hope things pick up.

That's about it, erbody.

Nix says: Smile on, mighty Jesus. Spinal Meningitus got me down.

Out Of The Crypt

So, I finally got Spawn out of his fucking apartment, for once.

I'm basically a hermit, myself, but sometimes you just need to get out and experience new surroundings. Hell, I needed to get out, as well. We headed down to the Loop. Had some beers at Fitz's, hit Vintage Vinyl (you can't do the Loop without going into VV) and then we met the Hizz for the showing of Undead at the Tivoli.

I had a great night. Talking, laughing, yelling obscenities in public....What more could you ask for?

BTW, Undead is a great little flick that blows away all of your preconceptions (if you have them) when you see it. Truly a great debut film by the Speirig brothers. I can't wait to see what they do next.

@ Dave: Dude. What the fuck happened? Why did you not call the Hizz after you called us?

@ Quill: Hope you found the perfect gift for your girl. And sorry about the mix-up and that you couldn't make it to the flick.

@ That old guy at Shoe Carnival: You are still a GODDAMN FUCK-NUT!!!

Nix says: I wish I could sleep.

The $20 Story....

...Just kidding.

You thought I was gonna tell a really great story that was worth twenty bucks, didn't you? Sorry.

Well, my sister is leaving for Minnesota, today. She just got in from Australia. We had a good time catching up with eachother last night (despite that insane lady that sang all through the night. guess you had to be there to understand.). And today we went out and walked her dog in the park, talked about stuff we remember, movies, etc. I love my sister so much.

She's crashed on Hizz' couch, right now. She'll be leaving in a few hours or so.

That's really all I had to say. I love my sister so fucking much, I don't know what I'd do without her.

Nix says: I'm becoming a karaoke addict and it's frightening.

The Hauntings

I'm (Steve pops up on the I.M. and I forget what the fuck I was going to say.)
Ah, yes. I'm exhausted. I can't fucking sleep. I have to wait until I can no longer physically operate. I'm having the most terrible nightmares. The hauntings in my head.

It started when I was once again physically threatened. It threw me into a weird head space. Now I can only sleep when I am so tired that my head cannot operate on auto-pilot. It's fucked.

I used to have these types of dreams in high school. So I was a blast to have at sleep-overs, 'cuz I wouldn't sleep. (Yes, I remember you, Kaminski.)

The dreams. I've talked about them with some close friends. And I understand where they might possibly be coming from. But I'd like to vent them, anyway.

My father isn't really dead. He shows up and becomes part of my life, again. And I am so fucking happy, you can't even understand. We do some stuff together and time passes. And then, for some reason, he is so fucking angry at me. Just very upset at me. And he's not yelling or being violent, but it's still very obvious that I have done something wrong.

And he leaves, again.

And I wake up.

Nix says: I think that's all I can handle, for now.