Tying Up Loose Ends...

NOTE: As I worte this I was in a hurry and had little time to really proof. Over and above that issue my typing sucks and as Mimi pointed out to me, there are some mistakes taht look like I have no clue in spelling... Well I missed those. So in general... My apologies for my crappy proofing today!

I got some good sleep today, but I think not nearly enough. However, I did wake up nicely refreshed around 5PM today. It is now almost four AM and I am ready to go to sleep. Why am I reporting this? For no other reason than I am tired.

Now a couple of things….

I think it was season three the trend really started, but I believe season four was truly bad about it… I just cannot remember right now. At any rate, The Sapranos… The writers pissed me off so much so, I almost stopped watching the show. The last season redeemed the series. My issue is that I fucking hate loose end like the mafia… so why then do the writers of this series leave so many loose ends they could make spaghetti? I cannot fucking stand loose ends, cause there are so many things in the Sapranos that are unresolved. Now in all honesty, I cannot think of any of those things at the moment, but those two middle seasons tried to get all artsy on us and that is not what I want. If I am watching a series, movie, or show about the Mafia, I wanna see some people getting fucking killed and have some shit happen. I am really not interested in the deep psychological meaning and analogous similes and metaphors that are artfully created to provide other meaning than what is actually being portrayed. I want some fucking dead people!

I am digressing, but while I am at it, I hate shows that start off funny and end up being some blatant symbolic homo-erotic operatic circus. Fucking “Six Feet Under” had so much potential and then I am not sure where it happened but the whole thing went fucked up and serious on me. I mean holy shit, a black comedy about a dysfunctional family who run a mortuary… That is a gold mine of humor and sick jokes and simply fucked up situations. But noooooooooooooooooooooooooo… We can’t have funny, we have to turn the show into yet another artsy commentary on society. You know if you wanna watch a show about Homosexuals or Lesbians that is serious, there is the “L Word,” or “Queer as Folk,” but for fucks sake… don’t try to suck me into a show on false pretenses, I feel like I met the hot woman of my dreams, reached up her skirt and found a package (I actually have a good story about a couple of buddies of mine that did just that, I will tell it sometime maybe)… WTF is that about?

I have truly digressed at this point… So back to the whole Soprano’s thing and their loose ends… I think I have established loose ends suck ass, royally. And I think there are some that I have left over the past few weeks, so I am going to tie up a couple here and create a couple of new ones, but not out of pretension, but that is what life has dealt me at the moment.

I wrote a post some time ago about insurance companies and how fucked up they are and how they really do not give a shit about you. If you didn’t know that, I am here to tell and promise you that they don’t. Its all about the money. And they aren’t like Cuba Gooding Jr., they aren’t asking you to “Show me the money.” They simply say give it to me or we will fuck you royally and ensure you have a billion dollar hospital bill when you get into an accident and sure as shit, the moment you drop insurance you will go to the hospital, cause Murphy will come kick your ass like that just for not maintaining your coverage.

So, if you can believe it, the issue I had about our premium that has forced Mimi or I to call them almost every month for the past four months still is not resolved. That is right folks, they said, “no problem, we will fix it this time for sure…” like hell. They told us whatever it took to get us off the phone and yesterday a bill came for the past due amount. Holy shit, what do they think, if we keep getting the bill, we will finally pay because we are tired of calling their sorry asses? I think that is it, I really do! So to add insult to injury, we also get another bill stating our premiums have gone up and now we pay yet another $50+ a month. I swear we just had rate increase recently, but what the fuck? My kids insurance went up by $14 bucks and Mimi’s by freaking $40… I swear if it weren’t for lawyers, people who run insurance companies would be the most sorry excuses for humans I could imagine, but alas, the lawyers have insurance folks beat, not by much, but still beat. So there you go, I have a rate increase and the company is still fucking up our premiums. Mimi worked on it today so maybe, finally, hopefully the issue will be resolved now. More on insurance later!

The other evening I ranted about my consulting firm and the issue with time and a half. Let me tell you, these firms are so very fucked up, but I did come out looking rosy with my situation. My buddies on the other hand got the Royal Treatment. I checked my pay stubs this morning, full well expecting I would have to call someone and ream some butt holes. My last couple of statements with a pittance of OT showed I got paid correctly. So as it turns out my buddies all got the shaft on this one. I am keeping things low key, ‘cause I do not want someone going, “Well Jay is still getting his…” and they check things out and try to fuck me too… So less is more in this situation.

Speaking of “Less is More…” That is one of my mantras these days. It is so true. For example, less clothes on a hot woman is definitely more. Less flash on a car with a tricked out engine is More for unsuspecting police and hot rodder kids who want to race you all the time. No tickets for having an obviously fast car and no bullshit from over indulged punk ass teenagers whose parents have no clue when they buy ultra fast cars for their dumb ass kids. The Less your kid knows about your daily agenda, the better cause they won’t bug the shit out of you about “when are we doing/getting this/that…” You get the point, right?

I dodged a couple of bullets this week by using my Less is More philosophy. You see Upper management are like children. If you tell them too much, then questions are asked and then a can of worms are opened and then people ask more questions and things get blown out of proportion. So tell them less, and make things go away. Less is More! Works every time, assuming you have a small audience like we have during this time of the year when people are on vacation. I still hate this place, but I have gotten over a couple of times this week, which makes things easy.

Ok, now my last thing since I have been ranting and all… Did you read Mimi’s last post? Holy shit my woman is HOT. I mean she is the best sex partner I have ever had, and she is my wife. I mean she makes love, she has sex, and fucks like crazy… She is fucking hot… So yeah, she gets on top of me and she started fingering her ass and came like crazy... And watching her rocking back and forth and up and down on me while she massaged her clit and fingered her ass, especially with that extra pressure against my cock was fantastic! Ladies, I highly recommend some self fingering of your ass while you ride your significant other, as does Mimi now.

Yes, I know I have not put up any pics of her. I have been planning on posting some but some technical difficulties have prevented me from doing so. However with Blogger’s new picture posting service, assuming I do not violate their TOS, I will just post them directly to our pages this weekend.

Well, that is a lot more than I planned on writing tonight since I have a lot of work to do that I actually volunteered for if you can believe that ‘cause I know I cannot. I do not know what got into me, I volunteered to excel, WTF am I thinking?