SEPTA (South Eastern Public Transportation Authority) is on strike… again.
Story courtesy of Yahoo! News

“The last strike lasted 40 days (in 1998), so this union is not afraid of a long strike. They will stand up for what they believe,” Transport Workers Local 234 spokesman Bob Bedard said.

I remember the last strike which was during my senior year of high school. Imagine how I got from 52nd and Market to Olney & Ogontz Aves without being able to drive. The memories…

This was somehting that my fraternity brother wrote for me recently.

Abel by J.R. Rhodes (9/17/05)

He is a mystery man or at least he appears to be, because he takes the time to understand the circle of men he wants in his circle. Candid in mind yet expressionless to those he draws near, a catalyst which separates the best from the worst and pain from all our ears. He’s a man, friend, brother of worth who dares to achieve, dream and succeed. He sleeps and thinks with his head facing north. He is able and willing and the man we all want to be…

I miss my solitude, I miss my quiet, I miss being able to sleep without hearing people fuck. It’s like I’m 8 years old again. SIGH

 

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OK, maybe that was a little harsh and sensationalistic but every time I go through all the naked photostreams get half way into updating and layout changes on my Yahoo! 360 page I get this:

Well thanks for telling me comments weren’t working. Anyway I fixed the issue, it had something to do with my wp-comment.php file and probably from fucking around with this captcha hack a few weeks back.

Also at some point today, I’ll post a video entry. Since .mac is giving out more space I might as well utilize it.

My head hurts… I’ve been thinking and thinking and I really don’t know what to do. The Crush has been on my mind for a good while and the fact that I think about him so mush is starting to worry me. Is it some type of deep infatuation, do I just really like him or is it the big ‘L’?

I recently got new neighbors in the apartment downstairs, underneath me. Its some portly white or Latina definitely a non-Negro female, her unattractive black man-friend and a cat. I don’t think they’ve been here a full 31 days and I can’t stand these fuckers.

It irks me so badly that I’m breaking out in a rash or something or it could be that flea-ridden cat they have. First she has been taking my parking space, even though my name may not be on it but everybody and they’re blind, retarded grandmother knows that ‘Tony parks his piece of shit HERE.’ Not only has she been parking in my spot but her and he ugly man smoke weed, not only are they smoking weed but it’s the nastiest and foulest smelling shit ever and its seeps into my apartment through the floors and vents. I came home one night caught a whiff of it, immediately got a headache and almost passed the fuck out.

Even with all of that, what really gets me going is the fact that they are SO FUCKING LOUD. All the apartments are double insulated just for sound, but they way these fuckers carry on, it sounds like they’re right next to you. I hear their TV over mines, I hear ol’ boy taking a shit, I hear every fucking thing they do because they’re so loud so you know I hear them fucking. Dude moans and grunts so loud, you’d think he was getting dicked and it’s all the time. I’m in bed early for work and they’re fucking, I come home for lunch in the middle of the day they’re fucking. With all this noise these people make you know they had the balls to yell some shit about me closing my dresser drawers this morning while I was getting ready for work.

See they’re gonna make me do some shit like I did to that Nut sack with the CB radio.