I've had this LJ for awhile now and off and On I've been good or not so good about posting. I thought alot lately about what my life has been like in the past few years and looked back on some posts and for the most part its been pretty shitty. In fact its hard to remeber for any length of time when things were good. There have been a few bright spots and I've tried hard on occasion to shift things from the horrible place I've been thanks to our fucked up society to a world more of my own making with my rules and values. It hasn't worked very well, maybe I'll keep trying but lately it just doesn't seem worth it. If there is such a thing as Kharma I must have been the biggest bastard on the planet in my past lives 'cause I keep getting fucked in this one. I'm trying hard not to be negative but every time I feel alittle better tbings just manage to go to shit and everytime I think things can't get any worse they some how manage. My sense of humor and what little amusument I had at being the butt of every cosmic joke seems to have given out some time ago. I had this big plan to try to divorce myself from any negativity and try to start over, but I really just don't see it happening. So no matter what this wil be my last post here. I may end up somewhere else. Who knows.
Current Music
the hum of my computer and the silence of the abyss
tomorrow is the big day here at the shop. Authors, Editors and other monsters. Have heard from quite a few people who are coming to hang and then party after. Some people who made other plans again and won't be coming, I guess no matter how much warning some have...well anyway forget that. Also a couple people who promised to show won't be here because of new (versions of the same old) romantic developments, (we won't hold you to earlier statements or promises, what ever gets you through the night, and hopefully this true love will last longer than the last did). The cross post for COSH will be less sarcastic.
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had some fun at Chattacon (not much money made), hung with some people I missed, missed hanging with some others, got home in a relatively good mood, woke up at 6 fucking 15 in the AM and everything turned to SHIT. Not happy now; feeling stressed, fairly fucking unappreciated, un-respected(who cares if its not a word, its alliterate) and definately unloved!
we created a new community for the Coffee Shop of Horrors / user name CSoH so now when some of you slackers who haven't been to visit yet (even from as close as Athens or Atlanta -45 min) actually get off your asses and come see the coolest place ever (and since some of you I've known for a while should realize, we've been working for years to get a store open) you can log on and see what movies are playing upstairs or if there are any special events you may want to join in on or likewise avoid (young Democrats-barf).
come see the cool stuff have some great coffee, support your fucking friends and fellow con goers, so pry your fucking asses off your couches before they become permanently attached and come to scenic Gainesville. (we'll even give you directions so you can see the black cock statue, and you thought Gainesville was boring!)
...a short update after months of silence. Business is picking up quickly, still a way to go. A handful of people have come to visit Ozgolith, T-Rex, Mr Smut, FahkingNut and wife, MisstressBeauty and Dave; the rest of you suck. Speaking of suck, lets talk about my social life. Had a fun thing going with a friend, who's leaving town in a month, but she seems to be too busy lately and yes I also have a slight crush on a sweet, adorable and very sexy 19 year old. Oh well, could be worse, Could be raining. Oh yeah, it is raining.
okay, the year-long wait is almost over. The Coffee Shop of Horrors will be opening Monday or Tuesday pending final inspections. The phone number which will not be answered prior to Monday afternoon is 770-531-1666. We will still have a few things that will have to be done in the evenings and on weekends for a week or two, but for the most part everything is finished and pretty/creepy.
We could use some help with a few minor items, however. Anyone out there who enjoys painting and assembling models, and who is also really bored or just feeling helpful, we have about 10 or 12 model kits which need to be finished for the display cases. So anyone with this kind of experience, willing to help just drop me a line here or by e-mail.
We will have a grand opening party (for our people) the night of Saturday November 16 starting at around 9:00 pm once the normals are driven away. Costumes are encouraged, but keep in mind this is Gainesville, so let's not be too naughty (this means some clothes on... Vortex ;), or atleast a trench coat for outside. We will have booze and of course coffee, etc. I will post hotel info and directions soon.
It's 3:18 in the fucking morning, The plumber who I just had to pay $125 to, just fucking left, I have to be up in four fucking hours (after no sleep last night) for the floor finishers, and no I did not get to go meet Vanessa, because I had to fucking wait on the fucking plumber, plus I apparently left my phone in Sarahs car. All because of someone elses problems in the fucking bathroom.
The end is in sight...if I can get some backup for the "Moron Twins" and get my self motivated, I see no reason why we can't be open by the end of next week. Plus my flat is almost finished as well, then Kitty Mon can come home (yaaay!) Then perhaps a social life and a new chicky to play with (I hope), it has been too fucking long, for renovation and lack of female companionship (and feline too, in a completely platonic sense you fucking pervs. The electicians are downstairs working as I type (hopefully not fucking anything up...normally the plumbers job...or the moron twins'). Anyway I'll keep you guys posted on opening and as soon as I can figure out a good Sat night for a party for all our freaky tribe.
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