He's pleased to meet you underneath the horse

3-14-2011

things seem to get worse before they get better. sometimes i just wish people woudn't fuck with me. i can't wait til i am fully self-employed. on a daily basis i tell my boss to quit fucking with me. how much more blunt can i be?
this would be a great place to advertise for my business but who the fuck would purchase my service after reading this? the thought of being able to work for myself by myself sounds great. i guess the lines of work i choose are weird. my previous 3 co-workers: an ex crackhead, a current pothead and other rec drugs, a non english speaking man. my favorite of the 3 is the mexican.
the mexican and i are strangely on the same page. work and go home, do your job, do it well and go home. we both have pretty good work ethics, but our difference of age 20+ years and dramatic language barriers keeps us from being able to communicate with eachother.
i have a headache...

before anyone thinks i am some white power mother fucker, please keep in mind that i am half mexican. i in no way shape or form dislike hispanic people. just thought i would clarify that. ;)

on a totally different note please listen to elliot smith

He's pleased to meet you underneath the horse
In the cathedral with the glass stained black
Singing sweet high notes that echo back
To destroy their master
May be a long time 'til you get the call-up
But it's sure as fate and hard as your luck
No one'll know where you are

It's just a brief smile crossing your face
I'm running speed trials standing in place

When the socket's not a shock enough
You little child, what makes you think you're tough
When all the people you think you're above
They all know what's the matter
You're such a pinball, yeah you know it's true
There's always something you go back running to
To follow the path of no resistance

It's just a brief smile crossing your face
I'm running speed trials standing in place
It's just a brief smile crossing your face
Running speed trials all over the place