Abhoth the Unclean

Holy War

2009-12-14T20:29:30Z

War ofg holy principals I'm seeking God's help in your destruction.

abhoth @ 2009-11-26T11:57:00

2009-11-26T16:56:51Z

Happy Thanksgiving Day everybody!

The mechanics left one of the doors open at werk last night, so if anything is missing, tough toe nails!

Scrooge.

2009-11-10T14:24:07Z

People already have their Christmas lights out.

Sorry, sorry! Winter solstice celebration lights. Whatever. Freaks.

abhoth @ 2009-11-07T09:36:00

2009-11-07T14:40:16Z

Has anyone noticed this...

The Nazi's embraced, and in fact demanded, absolute government control over all energy resources, major industries and financial institutions, such as banks. This is the Obama administration! Hitler had what Obama wants. In all fifty seven states.

Retard.

2009-10-20T14:05:45Z

Obama is a retard.

Yelling.

2009-10-18T18:01:44Z

Parents drove me nuts this morning. It's my Mom's 66th birthday. They where just yelling and yelling. Not at each other, just yelling about teacher's unions, the goverment. Typical stuff. Yelling and stomping feet and hammering tables with their fists. Typical.

HA!

2009-10-14T15:45:34Z

Swine flu. Bring it on.

I do not fear the medias panic disease reports. Idiots. Gut the press with a meat cleaver.

And it's...

2009-10-12T22:00:01Z

...another Monday that feels like a Sunday.

What business keeps me coming back? The ones with the Asian babes!

Facebook

2009-10-08T15:30:01Z

By the way, if anybody wants to add me to Facebook, my bio-forms name is Ray Borden. Please do not worship me as an Outer God on Facebook.

Slow.

2009-10-07T14:52:41Z

God dammit this computer is slow!

Howie Sez...

2009-10-06T13:29:26Z

Howie, our Repo man, says the cops want us to get a new dog. a Rotty or a German Shepard...

Rest easy, Big Guy.

2009-10-05T16:02:03Z

Bruno was put to sleep this morning. He was'nt sick after all, but had been brought down by a stroke. Yes, dogs get strokes. Where a human can recover through physical therapy, with dogs there is no hope. Everybody here at work is a little heartbroken. He was 10 years old.

I've told this story before, and I'll tell it again now. I was walking Bruno one day only a few months ago, when he began pulling me into someones yard. It's kind of hard to keep an 85 pound Rotwieller under control sometimes, so I ended up in the yard as well.

There, laying next to a hedge, was an old woman. Semi-conscious, unable to rise or talk.

If Bruno had'nt pulled me into the yard, I never would've seen her.
Bruno wanted to stay and sniff at her, I dragged him back to the street. With no cell phone, I had to flag someone down. I found a guy driving a RTDE (Rhode Island Department of the Elderly) van, and he called for an ambulance. Just as Bruno and I got back to the station, the ambulance wizzed by. The next day, I got Bruno a cheeseburger or something.

On our way back after finding the old woman, we passed a pile of junk people where throwing out. There was an old sleeping bag that I grabbed. I stuck it in the rear closet with a note to save it for the winter for Bruno to sleep on when in the garage during cold winter nights. Last night as I left work I layed it on him to keep him warm (it was a little chilly out) and patted his head, and told him "Rest easy, big guy.".

So ends the life of a dog that saved a human life.

Death

2009-10-04T15:03:38Z

Bruno, our Junk Yard Dog at the Gas Station, has some kind of serious medical problem. I'm trying not to use the word "dying", but that is what it looks like.

Mom's yard sale is going on today.

People are outside making monkey noises.

Everything about this weekend sucks. I found a fucking spider in one of my sneakers, but I'm starting to think it was a stress induced hallucination.

Puddle sale.

2009-10-03T15:31:48Z

It's pouring rain. My mom's much anticipated yard sale is canceled. My parents are trapped in the house, yelling at each other. Not that they are angry with each other, they're just going deaf. Half of what they yell is "whut?" and "eh?".

I fear I am slowly going mad.

Fail

2009-10-02T14:25:57Z

And my Mom's computer bites the dust. So much for commitment. I am ass.

Commitment.

2009-09-27T13:51:09Z

Last night, as I pulled into the driveway. I made a commitment. Every morning, before going to facebook or anncoulter.com or uselessjunk or anything else, I'd get on live journal and spend a few minutes keeping in touch. I promise. It's a commitment.

abhoth @ 2009-09-20T08:36:00

2009-09-20T12:36:57Z

My inner Neanderthal wants me to eat more salty food. Winter approaches. I have a double Wopper from Burger King I picked up last night and threw in the fridge. Breakfast!

Have not seen the new Star Trek yet. Don't give a shit.

Hooked

2009-09-05T22:38:46Z

After a week, I'm back. Sorry, but I've gotten too hooked on Facebook. Kuiskaus posts naked pictures of her self on that shit. I'll try harder to check in here more often. Who wants to be in a snuff film!?!

What if I murder people?

2009-08-24T13:49:50Z

So the owners wife finally gets over some little insult from two fired cashiers, and...they lock down all the computers with access codes.

Nobody can get on the computers but the hotshots. These are the people who look at porn all the time. We're not being driven to work, work, WORK anymore. But, forget the computer. Only people with access codes. Which means managers, district managers. Owners...

One of the guys who can use the computers called me over one time.

I thought I was in trouble. Or up for a raise. Or I was going to be asked to relocate to another station. Vermont maybe.

He shows me a video of a black woman sucking a white man's cock. This guy flips if someone does'nt answer the phone right away, but wants me to look at a whore blowing some college kid.

Now I cannot look at Facebook. Because of this dewsh bag. And others like him. However...

One of the tow truck drivers and I have broken the code.

There were a few simple clues. After a day and a half, we got in.

Now we just have to be careful...very careful. Using the computer rarely and discreetly.

FB vs LJ

2009-08-16T02:05:33Z

I've been spending waaay too much time on facebook, having recently discovered it, and little time on Live Journal. This much change.

However;

I've learned you an join fan clubs on facebook and I've actually contacted one of my favourite authors! Kim Harrison, the author of the Hollows novels. I left her a cute little message and told her I was reading one of her latest books, "The Outlaw demon Wails", (which rocks), and told her I was loving it.

She wrote me back! That really made my night. She simply wrote that she was glad that i was enjoying it, but still...

Viva Old Ones.

2009-08-12T14:16:42Z

Attempts to repair the TV have proved partially successful. The sound is back, but with a humming noise in the background. Sort of like the Obama administration. Time for a new TV (time for a new fucking government), but I hate the idea of spending money on such an idiotic machine.

Speaking of idiots. "Bubble Head", one of the local druggies, threw a fit at the gas station last night. This is nothing new, but it was in front of a lot of other people. Bubble Head, (that's what his wife calls him) will suddenly start to shout about anything at any given time, if he's high on pills. Which is sometimes, not always. But the "sometimes" are spectacular.

The Red Sox; "CAN'T OTIZ GET HIS SHIT TOGETHER?!"

The weather; "IT'S FUCKING HOT OUT!"

The news; "FUCKING AY-RABS!"

Or whatever. Last night he wanted to cash a money order for forty dollars. This is in front of a young couple and some Russian guy. I told him we don't cash money orders.

Instant melt down, on the verge of tears, roaring.

Just looking up at the ceiling, arms stretched out. " WAAAAAAT!" Then again; "WAAAAAAT!"

"THE FUUUK?"

"Take it to a bank."

"THE FUUUK? WHAT IS THE PROBLEM?"

"Take it to a bank."

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE A FRIEND!"

"Take it to a bank."

"I CAN'T GO TO A FUCKING BAAAANK!" (yeah, cuz he'll get arrested as soon as he walks in...)

"FUUUK!"

"Take it to a bank."

Meanwhile the old Russian is heading for the door. The young couple are wide eyed. I'll give the boy credit, he got between Bubble Head and his girl. But then they kind of froze. Bubble Head realized he was losing it and split fast. Got back on his bike and took off.

Someday he's gonna get killed on that bike. You watch.

Anyway, the TV working again. Fucking thing.

Wisconsin

2009-08-10T13:59:18Z

I am taking apart my TV, in order to fix it. The sound no longer works, thanks to countless episodes of me being plugged into the headphone jack, and getting up to take a piss, microwave chicken, answer phone, or any of a dozen other reasons, and 'plick', the jack gets jerked out. So now, no sound. I'm taking the friggin tube apart. Wish me luck

By the way...the actor that portrays 'Rorschach' in "The Watchmen" should get an Oscar. If Hollywood had any soul at all, he would at least be a nominee.

August Moon.

2009-08-05T01:41:18Z

The full moon rises over Swan Point cemetary, which I can't quite see from the gas station because of the trees...

I have to force myself to come inside and not stare at it, force myself to perform my little tasks...

Switch over the phones to an answering service so they can take police calls for our fleet of bitching, whiney ass tow truck drivers. Clean out the coffee pot and double check to make sure the coffee maker is shut off. Count the cigarettes...count the change from the cash register...

See if anyone vandalized or shit all over the bathroom.

Almost closing time.

Then I can go out and walk beneath that full moon, all the way past Swan Point cemetary and back, letting the awful images and scenes dance through my mind. Embracing it all because some night, it may become real. What a night that would be.

Madness takes it's toll...

2009-08-02T18:15:58Z

I think I went slightly insane, but I made it. I am back from vacation and listening to the squawk and hiss of the tow truck scanner radio.

Music to my ears. The diet starts again. The heavy drinking ends. And I am NOT, EN OW TEE, NOT, spending ten to thirty dollars on stupid amusement parks again. At least not until I'm rich or something.

Absurd. I spent about three hundred dollars on pointless, boring crap.

Time to walk the dog. Boy, is he glad to see me! The tow truck drivers did walk him, but never very far. Up the street and back. I'm thankful, but he is a Rotty, and needs a mile or two a day.

On vacation.

2009-07-28T22:04:02Z

Third day of "vacation". In New Hampshire with my parents, brothers, sister in law and kids kids kids.

I've had it. I will not let my self be dragged through this insanity again. This sucks. I'm being told when to get up, where to go, what to eat. Others decide what we'll do, and I just have to trudge along with the rest of the family and act like I'm having fun. It's boring. It's stupid. I'm gaining weight like Oprah in an Italian restaurant. I'm exhausted and sun burnt. No more. Next vacation, if I go, will be on my term or I leave. I'll bring my own car, and do what I like.

But for the time being I'm stuck with this.

Shit.