Pete Davoli

theres some saying, it goes … well im not exactly sure how it goes but the main idea behind it is that the people you surround yourself with says alot about you.

well, since i dont exactly surround myself with anyone very often i guess that says im sort of empty and lonely?

but when i do surround myself with people, they are wild, drunk, generally irresponsible, rude, just alot of other poor qualities. 

i used to think it didnt really matter to me and i was outside of this “curve” but in all actuality i dont like it much anymore.  and even though im usually a pretty descent person, i think it says that i am in fact guilty by association; a piece of shit.

now let me make sure you fully understand that i dont think my friends are pieces of shit. i think that they have the hobby of making poor decisions. they are good people. just poor deciders.

i guess what im trying to say here and not doing a good job of, im completely torn with my place in life.

i had a mediocre performance on the train last night. i havnt performed in a while. so it was good to stretch my muscles. i thought it was only the 6 people on the top level of the car but apparently the entire car was paying attention. i say it was mediocre cause i was a little too drunk and couldnt keep my composure very well… like ya know i wasnt staying focused in character i guess and i was just giggling and making side jokes to myself about myself but over all the people laughed and im sure they enjoyed themselves. i thanked them for their time and wished them a good night as i exited the train.

im not sure what i was eating but my hands smell like graham crackers. which is awesome.

one of the girls at work smells like cookies everyday and it really makes me wanna have sex with her.

i received my christmas present today. no not early, 9 months later and slightly used lol.

riot fest was a fucking , well im not sure i have adjectives for it. it was quite the experience this year. but i accomplished exactly what i wanted and that was to see Me First And The Gimme Gimmes . im not going to try and explain it but i will say that ive been covered in mud for the last three fucking days. yeah fucking total balls.

i think that people are shit. and whats even worse is when you sift through the shit youll find some fucking nuts.

people are fucking shitty.

ill ramble on n on for well im not sure how long

cause i much more prefer to not be heard.

if im lucky enough to be graced with your presence

then i might be inclined to drop a funny line

or to just simply bring a smile upon your face.

ive been called a creep and weirdo and for all intensive purposes ( i dont know what that means) i agree with you and i am. 

im not quite like anyone else and the more i try to be ” normal” the further i feel from everyone. 

its usually better that im a lone wolf. i may say the wrong thing or hold the door open for the wrong person one day.

honestly the honesty just docent seem to work for people. 

i like the idea of the strong silent type. so i have become just that.

i wont share a feeling with meaning or a thought of distraught ever again. 


why dont people ever get addicted to good stuff? why is addiction always associated with negativity ? oh yeah , cause too much of anything is never a good thing.

i want a truck . did i tell you? yeah im gonna buy a truck. im a winter monster and i like the winter and i need a vehicle to support that. i know everyones like why not a jeep dude… yeah jeeps are cool but im not gay and i dont have kids so i will not be buying a sport utility vehicle. im getting a fuckin truck and im gonna rip shit.

what about a house? yeah i wanna house. or just some sort of dwelling of my own. who knows. idk. i dont think . thinking sucks. im not good at it. so i dont.

i like bananas for breakfast. the healthiest thing i do all day is have a bottle of water and a banana for breakfast.

i beat off to a 50 year old broad gettin banged out on the internet today. she was ok.  

i didnt go out this weekend. i dont go out pretty often. i like it. 

a good way to not get addicted to pills is to dislike them

i didnt nap after work today. im not sore. im not even very hungry. 

im not very funny right now. 

its so weird how it just turns on n off. 

today i came up with a sex position for gay dudes right off the top of my head. out of no where. 

i guess i just used all my creative juice earlier today . plus i beat off 3 times in the last 5 hours so my brain is just blahhhhhh.

i wanna be funny right now. 

lol ill stop. if you are still reading this  im so sorry. 

just bla bla bla bla  bla 

its like a fucking diary.

shutttt up

i put on some skinny jeans yesterday cause i was listening to this thing on the radio or i read it or something and it said that if guys are wearing jeans with too much extra that it says they have no fashion sense and are compeltely clueless as to what is going on …. which i totally have more of an idea than most people . but i cant wear skinny jeans. i can wear like straight legged levis. those are as tight as i can go… my leg muscles and my d n bs  just do not fit. 

also speaking of that i was looking in the mirror the other day and i flexed my leg muscles… they are disgustingly ripped. like they are jacked up beast mode legs. 

oh well. 

youre still readin this? 

im so important. people are always like pete what do i ????????? where can i ?????????? who does????????? and im like woahhhhhhhhhhh i like tacos!!!!

i decided im gonna start refering to any girl i related with for any period of time with cool names. like theres cell phone girl who i was like “engaged” to . and nards girl who was the girl from work and prob my fav one. and theres highschool girl i saw her at the bar the other night, weird. and butt slut cause i did her in the ass a whole lot, wack town girl cause she was the only girl from wauconda i ever hung out with or liked… banana only cuase her name had all the same vowels in it. there was pyschic chick , and shity city, rin, E, i guess i cant really remember them all but thats ok.

i was gonna go somewhere with this but im kind of drunk and just like the relationships i just cant remember .

its weird being drunk now cuase it happens after like 3 beers and i dont like it.

but whatever.

im not sure what shaq movie is on tv right now but this elderly black dude thats like his accompliss just ripped off danny glover in lethal weapon… he said ” im getting to old for this” fuckin hack

this distillers album is really good

im gonna be 29 this year. a part of me kind of feels 29. i think i fully feel 29 when i live by myself. other parts of my feel 20 or younger. like eating cereal dry out of the box every day of my life. or getting really excited when girls show me their boobies

well after the end of a relationship i like to “get the stink out” and really rid myself of the remnants. not that this ended badly. but in order to move on there are things that need to happen for me to feel ” over it” …

first… i need to take the left over items and put them with the other leftovers ive collected over the years. i dont know how or why but girls always seem to leave me with some sort of keep sake. weather i want it or not. from hair pins to bras and shirts to lunch boxes. just all sorts of little reminders. so i keep them all together in a drawer. never to be looked at again. unless of course they wanted them back.

second… clean the sheets. gotta get the sex gone. i mean thats just gross.

third… delete all the dirty pictures from my cell phone. even though i wont share them with anyone, its still creepy and wrong i feel to keep them laying around. its not my pussy anymore.

fourth… i will not be doing. but fourth is deleting the phone number and text convos. i wont be doing that on this one cause we ended on a good note and we are above all else still good friends.

but yeah

what a productive day off. shit… its not even 11 yet. im gonna go get my D sucked !!!!

its hard to tell what gets me in trouble more.

actually its just my brain in general. people are always like oh everyone thinks fuct up shit they just dont say it.

i agree but i think that my brain comes up with wayyyyyy more fuct up shit than most other peoples… and i say it. almost with no hesitation. weather it be right to someones face or worse ( according to todays standards) on facebook.

me i think its funny. but then again i think almost everything is funny. especially me. i think im fucking hilarious. i have no problem being by myself all day cause im god damn funny. ill walk my brain around all day and put it infront of anything and find something humerous about it. and then ill be like oh brain youre so funny . then ill tell myself god im so funny.

if you were gonna say im crazy then you are probobly right. i agree with you. i wouldnt say im a full functioning member of society but i do enough to get by. alot by crazy person standards thats for damn sure. i mean i work 40-50 hours a week, pay my bills on time. thats pretty good for someone who has had ice cream for breakfast twice this week.

hey tumbleritos!!!! there is a huge hole in my boxer shorts and i havnt changed them in 3 days. id like to say i give a shit cause usually i do but im just so fucking soar and tired that i couldnt give any more fucks right now.

i smell like shit. im really dirty. like you can see the dirt on my skin. my hair is just 3 days caked with hair product, dirt, and probobly fireball whiskey. it feels pretty good. ive been laying on my stomach farting for a couple of hours now. chipotle.

they asked me to join this group on facebook. ive been posting obnoxious stuff thinking theyd remove me right away. appearntly people love it cause ive been getting comments n likes about every 2 minutes er so for the last hour.

im funny. who knew? oh yeah

i got this sort of girlfriend. its sort of awesome. she feeds me. she picks me up when im drunk and lost. ( which dosent take much now a days cause i cant drink worth a shit and i get sleepy really early) ah i dont wanna go into details. shes pretty cool. but shes like not really my girlfriend cause like were not dating. its weird i dont get it.

so im always just like whatever!

if you thought i was obnoxious before, you aint seen nothin yet.

real hugs n kisses cuase i miss you bitches. ill try n post more tho for reals.

ive got this crazy thing with corndogs n roller blades i wanna do.

im just full of half assed or just half material. i cant put it together lately .

like i was gonna do this bit about painters n why they always wear those all white outfits. all like durrr look at me i suck at my job… or im really awesome at it.

yeah i cant get it together. well i can. ive just been putting my brain power into other things i guess. mostly anything having to do with work. like work. or working out. or working on beating zelda 64 and not getting stuck on that stupid water level again.

i think its cause im not frustrated. the anger really does it for me on many levels.

right now im just really content and blah. but its fun. i must say that. except saturday night … i should have just stayed the fuck in like i wanted to but of course i had a huge lapse in judgement and just hated myself for it. but whatever no regrets.

ok that got my blood pumping a bit. here we go…

lol actually im not gonna go off on this one. i just dont care. the dude is just a fucking bitch. lol

lol i just dont have it me. to be angry. or funny. or anything.

ok i got a raise at work today. i did my 6 month review. im fucking awesome and 2 bosses had only good things to say and just sat nodding their heads at eachother like ” yeah” .

it feels good to know in a year n half i just came in dropping my ball bag all over peoples faces and just trumping people that have been there years before me.

its even cooler that i went off and did something i never did before. and i fucking rocked it.  i volunteered for some training program bullshit. lol i dont know but the GM asked me and i like the guy and he needed people and im not scared so fuck it. ill sit in a room and clown around.

i accidently got a “healthy” item off the taco bell menu the other day. it was ok.

chunky peanut butter vs creamy.  idk. but …. its basically like they intended on creamy but then some mother fucker got lazy one day and looked at the guy next to him and was like ” hey whaddya think??”

oh these guys have english accents btw…

" i dont know if Jif is gonna go for it"

I remember… We were driving in Scotts grandpa’s 85 crown vic. It had a Jesus statue on the dashboard. There was 5 of us. I remember Scott n bird upfront I was back left and I can’t remember who else, maybe mark n Landon? Idk… We pull up to Spencers house, this crazy fuckin bar hag comes stumblin down the drive, her worn out t shirt said sperm on it. We were dying laughing. She comes around mine n Scotts side of the car and starts “oh you guys must be the basketball team”

Lol oh my god. It’s crazy all the stuff I dont remember until some strange commercial on TV reminds me.

Hey old dudes. Wash your Damn hands in public restrooms. No one wants to touch your dick by proxy. I heard what you were doing in there.

some cheap sippin whiskey on the rocks. couple newports. not a bite all night.

it dosent break my stride. i think. but then again who wants to think when all u get is trouble.

i might live in between but i stay within my means. i dont shoot for great but its all i can be

ill sit there and laf when i look it comes back

i was wrong

everyone knew all along

im a pig and i know it my appearance sure shows it but sometimes inside yeah it feels like a lie

no matter what i do its not enough for you

the shit that i drink and the grin when i wink

im up to no good but for u i sure would

give up on it all wont stay for last call

im all that is man and i do what i can

but when we get to the end im my only best friend

well im alone and i know it and these wrinkles they show it

but for now raise your gin and we’ll wince once again