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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Thu, 11 Mar 2010 19:40:17 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Blog</title><subtitle>Blog</subtitle><id>http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/atom.xml"/><updated>2009-06-13T02:39:13Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>ANGRY AND PISSED OFF AT AIG</title><id>http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2009/3/17/angry-and-pissed-off-at-aig.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2009/3/17/angry-and-pissed-off-at-aig.html"/><author><name>diamondsblog</name></author><published>2009-03-17T10:46:17Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:46:17Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Calibri&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;"><span style="font-size: 110%; color: #000000;">Wa<span class="full-image-float-left ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 200px;" src="http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/storage/garrett-diamond-photos/IMG00181.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1244348118731" alt="" />w</span></span>shington would be spitting up blood at the site of this state of the union. Why in the hell is this GOVERMENT if we are even a government.. Taken 170 billion dollars do I need to say again 170 BILLION DOLLARS are we clear about this? I will never spend that in my life time. It&rsquo;s sick more than half of that went to other countries.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Calibri&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;"><span style="color: #000000;">What the F is going on here. I&rsquo;m sick that I&rsquo;m an American right now. Then my tax money is being taking from me we are being fucking robbed by our own government. Let&rsquo;s give your money to AIG and give to these guys 126 million dollars of it makes me mad. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: &quot;Calibri&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA;"><span style="color: #000000;">Why are we letting this happen its really upsetting. This country is sick wake up make phone calls today. I want someone to explain how this happened I want money if these lazy </span></span></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>94 year old smiling faced man has gone.</title><id>http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2009/3/12/94-year-old-smiling-faced-man-has-gone.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2009/3/12/94-year-old-smiling-faced-man-has-gone.html"/><author><name>diamondsblog</name></author><published>2009-03-12T04:53:37Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T04:53:37Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>The ice cold wind was blowing when we buried my grandfather. There was a&nbsp;nice pine coffin sitting&nbsp;in the dirt.&nbsp;That was fresh from where my mother was&nbsp;buried nine months before. &nbsp;I listen to the rabbi speak. I heard my uncle speak tears just started rolling down. I was waiting to be taking in with over walming feelings of loose.</p>
<p>My uncle said&nbsp;it was the end of an era.What my uncle ment was that there will be less&nbsp;family gatherings. My Grandfather and my mom held the&nbsp;whole show together when&nbsp;I was a&nbsp;child we would have&nbsp;tons of people over. By life was simple back then. Now when someone dies&nbsp;I&nbsp;find out 3 months later. So the story goes. &nbsp;</p>
<p>The rabbi had asked does anyone else have anything to say&nbsp;just then&nbsp;someone said</p>
<p>"I do."</p>
<p>I lost it &nbsp;I fell into my wifes arms in a fit of&nbsp;emotional sadness. This was a nightmare. There was no more real&nbsp;place to call home. &nbsp;Just memories that will stay fresh in my head. and the terrible silence that I feel.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Woman has attack at snack bar.</title><id>http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2009/3/7/woman-has-attack-at-snack-bar.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2009/3/7/woman-has-attack-at-snack-bar.html"/><author><name>diamondsblog</name></author><published>2009-03-07T05:43:37Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T05:43:37Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p style="font-size: 130%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: 100%; color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">My dad and I were setting at this snack bar. I just had my last day of sleep away camp I was 10 I had just bitten into my tuna fish sandwich. Across from corner of me eye was this woman she was dressed in a white sweater and black blouse and a black skirt. As she was eating she all of sudden she<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>started to jerk all over the place all I heard was her plate full of roast beef and mash fucking potatoes<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>crash to the floor. The women&rsquo;s black shoes went flying it was insane my father told me we must leave she was having a massive grand mole seizure he paid the bill and we left..</span></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Imax torture</title><id>http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2008/9/10/imax-torture.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2008/9/10/imax-torture.html"/><author><name>diamondsblog</name></author><published>2008-09-10T08:01:37Z</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:01:37Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Me and the wife were in our seats waiting for&nbsp;The Dark Knight&nbsp;movie to&nbsp;start. So we sat through the previews the lights go out. Then over the intercom the Projectionist says,</p>
<p>"There was a sudden rush of people came in they had to fill the theater."&nbsp;</p>
<p>We were thinking to ourselves what the hell was this. I wanted&nbsp;end my&nbsp;life right then. All I wanted was to have a nice calming time at the cinema. But know they were not going to let that happen. There was a troop of heavy fat bastards I thought they were from a eating club. I felt sorry for them. Because the General Manager bitch&nbsp;comes in and says.</p>
<p>"This is now a sold out show so if&nbsp;&nbsp;anyone that has a open seat next to them your just going to have to move down."</p>
<p>&nbsp;So now it turns into a night&nbsp;of musical chairs. I thought those fat fucks were going to catch a heart attack cause they could barely fit in there seat. The movie started for the love god but we still had to sit through 15&nbsp;minutes of hellish Previews. What a Dark Knight.</p><p></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Fidget Woman</title><id>http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2008/4/20/fidget-woman.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2008/4/20/fidget-woman.html"/><author><name>diamondsblog</name></author><published>2008-04-20T22:30:55Z</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:30:55Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>&nbsp;</p><p>My wife and I were waiting for Kids in the Hall to take the stage. Sitting next us was this woman she was sitting alone. She was this nerdish type with black framed plastic glasses and was wearing a black skirt and a white blouse. </p><p>As she seats down and puts her purse down and takes off her jacket. She was a complete mental case. This is where it&nbsp;starts to get madding. She takes her glasses put them on and takes them off again, like someone that was pushing you on a fucking swingset for all that is holy. </p><p>The nut job picks up her purse and puts it down over and over again. You get where I am going with this. She keeps adjusting her ass on this awful black folding chair from hell. Bouncing up and down like she had ants in her panties. I could not escape this bad case of O.C.D. I&rsquo;m just happy she didn&rsquo;t start calling me a motherfucker over and over or a bitch. So she stops just as the show started. </p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>A plane to Chicago with Cough Medicine.</title><category term="Dreams"/><id>http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2008/4/7/a-plane-to-chicago-with-cough-medicine.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2008/4/7/a-plane-to-chicago-with-cough-medicine.html"/><author><name>diamondsblog</name></author><published>2008-04-07T05:35:28Z</published><updated>2008-04-07T05:35:28Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I was on a airplane it was packed with a ton of people that were all seating in there seats. Then it happened everyone started to scream.</p><p>&quot;GOOD BYE MOM&quot; &quot;GOOD BYE GRANDMA&quot; &quot;BYE GRANDPA.&quot; &quot;BYE DAD&quot;</p><p>You get the idea. Then I drifted off to sleep. I'm just walking up and I saw those tall sears towers. The next moment I was at the bank in the hotel some how I won 850 dollars all these alarms and shit went off. Next moment passed my boss was selling alarm clocks. I go over to the hotel bar It had red walls and black table. My friend Gus was sitting there tossing them back. He was drinking wine my Aunt Helen came up to me and gave me hung. I said to my friend. </p><p>&quot;This my Aunt Helen.&quot; </p><p>&quot;Oh this is your Aunt.&quot;</p><p>&quot;Yes.&quot;</p><p>My uncle was sick he was at the bar sitting there bottles and boxes of different medicine He was rail thin What happen to him i said to my aunt. &quot;He said he had not been eating correctly it had taken a toll on his health.&quot; </p><p>Then I woke in a pool of my own reality.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>BaskinRobbins - No Buy one get one on Tuesday.</title><category term="Retail"/><id>http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2008/4/2/baskinrobbins-no-buy-one-get-one-on-tuesday.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2008/4/2/baskinrobbins-no-buy-one-get-one-on-tuesday.html"/><author><name>diamondsblog</name></author><published>2008-04-02T03:17:33Z</published><updated>2008-04-02T03:17:33Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<P><SPAN class=sizeGreater40><STRONG>You would think&nbsp;ordering&nbsp;these Sundaes would be easy right?<SPAN class=full-image-float-left><IMG style="WIDTH: 478px; HEIGHT: 170px" alt=middle_sudae_header.jpg src="http://diamondsblog.squarespace.com/storage/middle_sudae_header.jpg"></SPAN></STRONG></SPAN>&nbsp;My wife and I went for Ice Cream. They had a special buy one get one free on&nbsp;Tuesday. So she places her order I cant understand the Bangladesh Bitch sounded like she just landed here for the first time. My wife said,</P>
<P>"I would like a brownie sundae." "We don't have brownies." she said "Then give me the deeply chocolate and marshmallow." "We don't have chocolate." I was just about&nbsp;to slap a choke hold on this woman. So my wife&nbsp;got some type of Ice Cream.</P>
<P editor_id="mce_editor_0">Everyone there was getting pissed off. I placed my order. "I would like Reeses Peanut Butter sundae. I would like one scoop of Ice cream and No peanut better topping." So she goes to scoop the Ice cream she goes&nbsp;in for the&nbsp;second scoop."&nbsp;I said only one scoop." She asked me if I wanted Butter Scotch topping. " No butterscotch." I go to pay and have just about had a migraine at this point if it could not get any worse I go to pay I have given the woman a $10 dollar Bill. She says,</P>
<P>" 5.41 please."</P>
<P>" I said I gave you $10 dollars." </P>
<P>"Your right." </P>
<P>Very quickly she gave my change and me and my wife got the fuck out of there. </P>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Doing the laundry the fight for the Washer</title><id>http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2008/3/26/doing-the-laundry-the-fight-for-the-washer.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2008/3/26/doing-the-laundry-the-fight-for-the-washer.html"/><author><name>diamondsblog</name></author><published>2008-03-26T03:48:53Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T03:48:53Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Confess&nbsp;does anybody really like washing and drying there laundry. The thoughts of&nbsp;suicide just rushed in my had it just plainly depresses me to tears and I hardly ever do it. You know the stupid bastard that I am, I said hey give the my nice wife a break I went down to do it. I get into the elevator, it stops on the 3rd floor this women gets in I say to myself oh shit she has a nice bag over there. I'm sitting with a basket full of my own. We get down there my whole night goes to hell there were only like 5 machines empty she grabbed 3 I grabbed two this means.&nbsp;I had to wait for at least 30min to load the other 3. I need to finish my towels it was like she was going to draw first blood. if she could not get to use it. So 30min rolls around. The 3 are now empty I load the rest of the towels. Time rolls around I notice that 15min on the digital display&nbsp; gets stuck has been that way for the past 5 min I was about to beat the fuck out of the machine I started tapping it hopping that would fix my problem but no such luck the lady told me it had&nbsp;been stuck for months. Just&nbsp;as&nbsp;I say to myself fuck this shit so it starts to act normal&nbsp;until it gets stuck again. I screw it i went up stairs and chilled until I had to go back down again . Will doing laundry ever be the same again. </p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Stuck in the Bathroom</title><id>http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2008/3/23/stuck-in-the-bathroom.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2008/3/23/stuck-in-the-bathroom.html"/><author><name>diamondsblog</name></author><published>2008-03-23T12:25:42Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T12:25:42Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<font size="2"><p class="sizeGreater20">My&nbsp;wife and I were&nbsp;out with friends,&nbsp;I had urgent need to shit. This bathroom was worse&nbsp;then CBGBS . I&nbsp;enter the stall. I had to pass a waiter that&nbsp;was taking a piss&nbsp;in&nbsp;one of the urinals.&nbsp;I shut the Stall door, the walls were crusty with all sorts of&nbsp;dirt, and veil nastiness. By the grace of god they had toilet seat covers. I place two down on seat. I was doing my business. I hear the bathroom door open it all of sudden it got&nbsp;weird I was little worried it sounded like a collage locker room. People we're changing clothing the door was blocked all I saw were different pairs of shoes and someone's bag. I thought I was going to die on this toilet from hell. Then I heard men speaking Spanish oh fuck I said to myself I'm in a drug deal. Finally everyone left except this other man using the urinals. Goes to show you watch ass. </p></font>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Walking in the New York City Rain</title><id>http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2008/3/20/walking-in-the-new-york-city-rain.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.thediamondcityblog.com/blog/2008/3/20/walking-in-the-new-york-city-rain.html"/><author><name>diamondsblog</name></author><published>2008-03-20T03:05:33Z</published><updated>2008-03-20T03:05:33Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<font size="2"><p class="sizeGreater20">I was walking in the rain with all the rest of them. We were all walking in the dog slave morning. I get down to the platform it was packed with people I could barely squeeze in. The old bucket bolts&nbsp;arrived subway car doors opened. I eyed my seat&nbsp; just as I&nbsp;did the nasty bitch in front me got the nice side seat right close to the moving doors. I wanted it just in case there was some type attack at least I would maybe survived. But&nbsp;I digress and sit down. Then some old fucker wants so seat down as if he were a hunter stalking his prey. He can't find a seat on the beast and asked this Asian woman that was all focused in her term paper, that was&nbsp;also happened to be sitting next to me. To move down&nbsp;,like we were cattle grazing in&nbsp;the fucking pasture.&nbsp;The bastard had balls you would say. He didn't dare ask me cause I would have told where to put all of his ill satire. it would have&nbsp;gone strait to the gutter. &nbsp;</p></font>]]></content></entry></feed>