And so the crazy insanity bullshit that is life here continues.
Over the weekend, despite what some dipshit tells you, we got yet
another eight inches of fucking not needed rain and everything is under
water. I mean everything. I mean Iowa City/Coralville which is water
over the spillway since 1993, ya remember 1993, everybody does. Rained
every fucking day to the point that there was only one way getting
there, highway one. It's not only here, but the folks up at New
Hartford who had that goddamn F5 motherfucking tornado two weeks ago.
Now with 11 inches of rain and 85 percent of town is under water. Cedar
Falls is going have the highest crest of the Cedar, which means what
they get up there, will be down here end of the week.
And it's supposed to fucking rain some fucking more this week. When
will this motherfucking goddamn jetstream get the fuck off of us and go
somewhere where rain is needed. Too bad we don't have some fucking
system to which you can capture all this bullshit rain and truck it to
droughtsville georgia or California to where had they had a tenth of
what we have, they'd be greener than we are. We are fucking sick of
rain, I'll never ask for fucking GD rain ever again, even if i was stuck
out in the fucking desert with no water, just thinking bout this shit
will keep me from being dry.
I am sick of rain did I mention that? I know anybody around this
state is. Who sez that they aint don't have fucking water in the
basement, don't live in a flooded area and as dumb as owlshit. Every
fucking month since April, I had to move fucking fans into the wet spots
in the basement, used over half of my old Goldmine Magazines to sop up
the fucking water mess, and sick and fucking tired of trying to fucking
mow the grass and see the mower sink into a foot of mud.
If ther's a shred of a sliver lining, it's that I did paint the
shower area in a effort to stop the leaks and it seems to be holding
it's own. It's not as rampant as before but alas it still leaks.
Amazingly, this time the west walls didn't get watered in too bad but
once again the north slope of the basement didn't fare as well. Water
in that part. If it ever fucking stops raining, perhaps the landlord
will try to seal up the cracks and perhaps that might work but then
again you have to set dynamite to his ass to get things done here. But
it has to fucking dry up, I'm sure he didn't care much of the fact that I
did paint some of the area but this was a act of desperation to at
least save some newspapers. He don't have to worry, all his stuff is
upstairs while mine is all downstairs.
The bitchings continue. Governor Bush sez he feels your pain about
high energy prices. Bullshit. Bush doesn't have a fucking inking, nor
do any of the fucking fatcats in DC that suppoesly feels your pain.
Pain at the pump? More Pissed at the pump and fucking OPEC, i fucking
wish would have this goddamn jetstream on top of them and flood their
ass out. But then again, get that wish and gas prices would jump
another thirty five bucks. When you're riding a limo to work and back,
while the worthless fat fuck VP reaps haliburton profit, they don't have
no fucking clue of what goes on in our state. With four dollar a
gallon gas, there's no bargain hunts outside of town and since Iowa
City/Coralville is just about cut off from here, this leaves only Cedar
Rapids or the internet to seek out deals.
This fucking outbreak of fucking storms has made me decide to start
ridding of some not needed albums and cds anymore. Five thousand CDs is
too much, we all know I'm not going to play all of them at this point
so the decider is to see what to get rid of. When you're in a crisis,
you don't really realize how much shit you have until you're tripping
over it.
Nevertheless, we're tired of this shit year. Even if I win the
lottery, marry a model, have lots of sex and become rich, this would
still be the worst year ever and it's not even halfway done. The worst
year and that doesn't include the year my appendrix brust or 1989 when I
had pinkeye after a bad breakup. With high gas prices, a do nothing
congress, shit ass cable with shit ass reality shit and shit ass Viagra
bullshit commercial. (I am so fucking tired of seeing commerical of if
you have a limpdick, or COPD, take a pill and you can have a erection
again, back in the old days they did things different, a Playboy and
their hand) and mother nature trying to drown us or destroy us with
fucking F5 tornadoes, this year has been the fucking pits. But I do
thank myself, the taxpaper and not that Governor fuckup for the stimilus
check that might cover the gas for the final Arizona trip in August,
for the fifty dollar fillups, that should be about 12 trips to the
pumps.
I hope everybody else is having a better year. But of course you are
if you're not living in the fucking rain state of iowa you probaly are.
