Cest la vie...
So... Baccon is the chocolate of meats...
And life is never as easy as we imaigne it to be...
I try to be a good person, but every damn time I see that shining white light, the arrow that says "this is the right path:" something always gets in the way.
Or its like a bridge, and where you need to be is the other side, yet Gandalf is on the bridge, all pissed off, beard flying everywhere yellling "You shall not pass"
yeah, thats my life path.
Granted that'd totally be making me a giant demon of fire... which I guess sometimes I'm not exactly a saint... but demon of fire? Eh... I guess its about as close as anything else...
Anyway, yeah... So don't fall for women. Don't do it. It'll only leave you more jacked up than you know. Cut out the heart. The root of the problem, Nobody needs that shit anyone.
Thats what I'm doing.
I mean shit.
By the way, yeah thats like the first 3 things... still sick. (that sucks.)
Women drive me crazy (thats a given)
Nothing ever seems to go right (thats life)
What can I say? Sometimes I think I should have learned by now.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Blaaaaaaaaaaaaagh...
Reason I hate getting sick.
I get to my aparmtent, and lucky for me I have a daisy space heater, she climbed right up on top of my blankets and they isntantly felt warm... after that I was actually able to curl up and pass out for a while
Weird ass dreams to follow.
Anyway, after all that, I've got a date today... I'm feeling probably just as bad, maybe a TINY bit better, but I've not any cold meds in me just yet, so soon as I take some of those I'm sure to be much more like my normal loveable awesome self...
fucking colds.... blah
- it happens very rarely
- when it does happen it super super bad
- I hate taking cold meds
- it is always ALWAYS on an important day
- its weird feeling cold.
- I dunno...
I get to my aparmtent, and lucky for me I have a daisy space heater, she climbed right up on top of my blankets and they isntantly felt warm... after that I was actually able to curl up and pass out for a while
Weird ass dreams to follow.
Anyway, after all that, I've got a date today... I'm feeling probably just as bad, maybe a TINY bit better, but I've not any cold meds in me just yet, so soon as I take some of those I'm sure to be much more like my normal loveable awesome self...
fucking colds.... blah
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Frosty the Snow Zeus God of Underpants!
So, if trees screamed... would be be so offhanded about chopping the bastards down? I think we might, you know... if they say.. screamed all the damn time, for no blood reason? man that would make hunting easier... and probably a little bit more disturbing.
I mean, Deer and the likes would be a ton less skittish, but then BAMN outta no where you've got a giant grizly bear sodimizing your pray... Thats what they do right? they live off the pain and anguish of other animals?
or is that G.W. Bush?
I always get the two confused...
So, I got rid of the handlebar mustache in favor of going to just my normal angular beard cut again... Frankly I liked the waxxed mustache too much. I mean hoenstly, when you sit there twiddling your stash for 10-15 min on end snearing at people in the mall, caclking like snidly whiplash all while dressed in a top hat, monical, lepard print manthong bow-tie, walking cain and fancy shoes...
yeah, thats when its time to trim the stache.
So... I want to start a pirate school. Like you all remember that old movie, the princess bride? The Dread Pirate Roberts (played by Carey Ewles? ) was totally into swashbucling and what not...
that'd be one hell of an awsome school. teach people to fight with swords and all that good stuff, then eventually I think the final should be like a huge sword fight, follwed by laughing, then jumping off of something.
-Isntant A-
So the 80s apparently were pretty much cocaine infused technocolor kung-fu fighting.
Except John Cusack... he was sad depressed, standing out in the rain with a boombox.
Fuck, I fucking miss boomboxes... Used to be everyone walked around with their muisic on their shoulder, and everyone could hear and be like 'oh, that douche likes creed! haha! loser" but now its all secret with ipods and stuff... so you have to wait for the guy to get all into the music, like at the gym and throw open his hands and be all like "WITH ARMS WIDE OPEN-AH" and then be all like " oh man, look at that douche over there totally rocking the invisibal powerbalad to creed... fucking tool"
So, I've been cooped up for like 48 hours now, due to an assload of fucking snow.
I wanted to build a snowman army, but decided that my time would be better spent sleeping, especially considering they'd all be looking for Kyle.
Oh,and I've been talking to this WONDERFUL woman... she's pretty much the cats meow, bees knees, pretty pimp, won't lie...
I guess if you see my shit get all emo, and like 'fuck you in the mother fucking neck cupid' and crazy bullshit like that, it'd be safe to assume things did not go swimmingly.
I mean, Deer and the likes would be a ton less skittish, but then BAMN outta no where you've got a giant grizly bear sodimizing your pray... Thats what they do right? they live off the pain and anguish of other animals?
or is that G.W. Bush?
I always get the two confused...
So, I got rid of the handlebar mustache in favor of going to just my normal angular beard cut again... Frankly I liked the waxxed mustache too much. I mean hoenstly, when you sit there twiddling your stash for 10-15 min on end snearing at people in the mall, caclking like snidly whiplash all while dressed in a top hat, monical, lepard print manthong bow-tie, walking cain and fancy shoes...
yeah, thats when its time to trim the stache.
So... I want to start a pirate school. Like you all remember that old movie, the princess bride? The Dread Pirate Roberts (played by Carey Ewles? ) was totally into swashbucling and what not...
that'd be one hell of an awsome school. teach people to fight with swords and all that good stuff, then eventually I think the final should be like a huge sword fight, follwed by laughing, then jumping off of something.
-Isntant A-
So the 80s apparently were pretty much cocaine infused technocolor kung-fu fighting.
Except John Cusack... he was sad depressed, standing out in the rain with a boombox.
Fuck, I fucking miss boomboxes... Used to be everyone walked around with their muisic on their shoulder, and everyone could hear and be like 'oh, that douche likes creed! haha! loser" but now its all secret with ipods and stuff... so you have to wait for the guy to get all into the music, like at the gym and throw open his hands and be all like "WITH ARMS WIDE OPEN-AH" and then be all like " oh man, look at that douche over there totally rocking the invisibal powerbalad to creed... fucking tool"
So, I've been cooped up for like 48 hours now, due to an assload of fucking snow.
I wanted to build a snowman army, but decided that my time would be better spent sleeping, especially considering they'd all be looking for Kyle.
Oh,and I've been talking to this WONDERFUL woman... she's pretty much the cats meow, bees knees, pretty pimp, won't lie...
I guess if you see my shit get all emo, and like 'fuck you in the mother fucking neck cupid' and crazy bullshit like that, it'd be safe to assume things did not go swimmingly.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Holy sweet frozen nipples of a stripper!!
Its BEYOND cold...
like, 8 degrees... Holy shyte its cold...
I think thats the HIGH for today, wtf winter... wtf.
Here I was thinking 3 days ago that its finally warmed up, springs on its way, sat out in the sun at the park for like 4 hours, in a t-shirt and jeans enjoying 70 degree weather and reading a book...
Low and behold, it is now getting to -9 and we have OVER a foot of damn snow... wtf... seriouly wtf...
So I wanted to get something from the gas station, now I highly doubt they're open but on the off chance they are, do I really want to brave it for a giant sprite? let alone EVERYTHING else thats going on? I'd hate to be a mailman today, having to actually work (oh yeah, hell totally froze over, cause my job is CLOSED?!?! FOR THE DAY?!?! that shit NEVER happens, I mean in the last year its been... Christmas... that was it. Wasn't really expecting that...
Much the same way most people didn't expect VanHalen to be so awseome, up until they lost Roth....Not important though... Classes are closed, I'm pretty sure damn near everything is closed, I'm wondering wtf to do with all this new found free time, in which I cannot go anywhere or do anything...
At least if I get thirsty and the water runs out I can start melting snow, that'd be easy enough (not sure why everyone freaked out and bought bottled water at walmart yesterday, but now I'm kind of wishing I'd done the same hahaha... no.. not really, I am just bored and don't want to be here. Though lucky for me I slept most of the day away and now things are going splendid. I feel great actually...
All nighter + working over + 12 hours of sleep = happy medium.
Don't drink the frozen grogg...
like, 8 degrees... Holy shyte its cold...
I think thats the HIGH for today, wtf winter... wtf.
Here I was thinking 3 days ago that its finally warmed up, springs on its way, sat out in the sun at the park for like 4 hours, in a t-shirt and jeans enjoying 70 degree weather and reading a book...
Low and behold, it is now getting to -9 and we have OVER a foot of damn snow... wtf... seriouly wtf...
So I wanted to get something from the gas station, now I highly doubt they're open but on the off chance they are, do I really want to brave it for a giant sprite? let alone EVERYTHING else thats going on? I'd hate to be a mailman today, having to actually work (oh yeah, hell totally froze over, cause my job is CLOSED?!?! FOR THE DAY?!?! that shit NEVER happens, I mean in the last year its been... Christmas... that was it. Wasn't really expecting that...
Much the same way most people didn't expect VanHalen to be so awseome, up until they lost Roth....Not important though... Classes are closed, I'm pretty sure damn near everything is closed, I'm wondering wtf to do with all this new found free time, in which I cannot go anywhere or do anything...
At least if I get thirsty and the water runs out I can start melting snow, that'd be easy enough (not sure why everyone freaked out and bought bottled water at walmart yesterday, but now I'm kind of wishing I'd done the same hahaha... no.. not really, I am just bored and don't want to be here. Though lucky for me I slept most of the day away and now things are going splendid. I feel great actually...
All nighter + working over + 12 hours of sleep = happy medium.
Don't drink the frozen grogg...
Monday, January 31, 2011
PEPPERS!!!
So, I pulled an all nighter lastnight, but I was SUPER productive today instead of sleeping, from say when I got off work till, whenever.
Instead, went to campus, got everything taken care of smoothly for classes, books etc.
Then I filed my taxes (which, SURPRISE not a lot of money... blah)
Then went shopping for food (which walmart is epicly crazy busy due to the like 12-20 inches of snow we're supposed to get... Winterwonderlandfuckingbullshit
Anyway, cooked dinner for Mel, Nicole, Abby, and all the wee ones, was pretty much the best stuffed peppers I've ever made
Now, I've about 50 minutes till work, been up longer than I care to remember *guzzles more monster*
You know, I'm not really a fan of monster... but the B.F.C. was calling my name, I figure if that much pure energy cannot keep me awake, I might as well curl up into a ball now and die.
So with this crazy weather... this might TOTALLY be my last post for a while (depends on power/internet/surviving the night)
Anyway... Hopefully all ends well.
Drink up me hearties. Yo-ho.
Instead, went to campus, got everything taken care of smoothly for classes, books etc.
Then I filed my taxes (which, SURPRISE not a lot of money... blah)
Then went shopping for food (which walmart is epicly crazy busy due to the like 12-20 inches of snow we're supposed to get... Winterwonderlandfuckingbullshit
Anyway, cooked dinner for Mel, Nicole, Abby, and all the wee ones, was pretty much the best stuffed peppers I've ever made
Now, I've about 50 minutes till work, been up longer than I care to remember *guzzles more monster*
You know, I'm not really a fan of monster... but the B.F.C. was calling my name, I figure if that much pure energy cannot keep me awake, I might as well curl up into a ball now and die.
So with this crazy weather... this might TOTALLY be my last post for a while (depends on power/internet/surviving the night)
Anyway... Hopefully all ends well.
Drink up me hearties. Yo-ho.
Into the wee hours.
So, I've been watching living, the joys of newish BBC television. I just finished Robin Hood season 3, and I must say well written, acted and directed... It wasn't at all what I was expecting though all together I would say it was quite well undertaken.
Now, I'm starting the first season of Doctor Who, I'm not sure yet how I feel about a show that only into its 5th season has already changed main characters. (well, actors anyhow)
So far, its rather campy, hillarious, and perhaps even worth while. I never rarely sleep so catching up to the series might be alltogether enjoyable. (Netflix is pretty much consuming all of my sleep time.
Random note: after hunting down guitar picks... polishing up my Austin and re-fitting it with a brand new battery for the tuner. I can say it looks as polished and wonderful as the day I got it (random fact in the random note, one of THE BEST christmas presents I've ever gotten, and my pops has WONDERFUL taste in musical instruments.)
Also, I realized that I desperatnly need new Guitar strings... These are pretty much rusted to the point of them not really sounding quite right (though it is in tune) Might go with lighter ones this time... I do belive the heavy ones, while richer in sound, might be a bit difficult to play till I get back into it... perhaps a month or two from now when my hands are stronger again.
"By the way, I'm a Doctor... Nice to meet you, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!" pretty much hillarious already.
I need to go to the gym also...
But not sleeping/eating + working out... I'll start looking like one of the crazy cast membors from Survior... Perhaps "Survivor FastFood" would end up with too many of them people following it up with "Biggest Loser"
Next time I'm in walmart followed by people, I'm totally going to use a Doctor Who quote for one of those tabloid magazines "Huh, that won't work... He's gay, and shes and Alien"
I'm pretty sure they'll look at me rather strangly.
but it is walmart, no chance that'll even be the oddest thing to have them see that day/week/month.
probably even in the hour they'll have someone dressed like Baby Spice..
fuck that was a longass time ago... I only liked Posh and Sporty... Couldn't stand the songs, but put that shit on mute and I was a happy 15 year old.
Drink up me hearties Yo-Ho
Now, I'm starting the first season of Doctor Who, I'm not sure yet how I feel about a show that only into its 5th season has already changed main characters. (well, actors anyhow)
So far, its rather campy, hillarious, and perhaps even worth while. I never rarely sleep so catching up to the series might be alltogether enjoyable. (Netflix is pretty much consuming all of my sleep time.
Random note: after hunting down guitar picks... polishing up my Austin and re-fitting it with a brand new battery for the tuner. I can say it looks as polished and wonderful as the day I got it (random fact in the random note, one of THE BEST christmas presents I've ever gotten, and my pops has WONDERFUL taste in musical instruments.)
Also, I realized that I desperatnly need new Guitar strings... These are pretty much rusted to the point of them not really sounding quite right (though it is in tune) Might go with lighter ones this time... I do belive the heavy ones, while richer in sound, might be a bit difficult to play till I get back into it... perhaps a month or two from now when my hands are stronger again.
"By the way, I'm a Doctor... Nice to meet you, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!" pretty much hillarious already.
I need to go to the gym also...
But not sleeping/eating + working out... I'll start looking like one of the crazy cast membors from Survior... Perhaps "Survivor FastFood" would end up with too many of them people following it up with "Biggest Loser"
Next time I'm in walmart followed by people, I'm totally going to use a Doctor Who quote for one of those tabloid magazines "Huh, that won't work... He's gay, and shes and Alien"
I'm pretty sure they'll look at me rather strangly.
but it is walmart, no chance that'll even be the oddest thing to have them see that day/week/month.
probably even in the hour they'll have someone dressed like Baby Spice..
fuck that was a longass time ago... I only liked Posh and Sporty... Couldn't stand the songs, but put that shit on mute and I was a happy 15 year old.
Drink up me hearties Yo-Ho
2 hours. 6 pages. 1000 thoughts. MT + Me = Insanity.
What's the deal with little Debbie?
I mean come-on … bitch has been here since my grandpa was young…
She's been here for like… fuckin ever...
And she's still little?
What the flying fuck?
Is it like that Gerry Colman shit? Cause… he looks like shit anyway
He made all that money, and now he is a security guard?
Seriously?
It's like what happened the MC hammer....fuckin dumb ass Hahaha
I wouldn't be scared of Gerry Colman... in fact I'd just kick him in the neck… be all like
FUCK YOU IN THE NECK… MOTHERFUCKER.
Ya never hear about all that many child stars…
Unless… ya know… it's like some kinda hott white jail bate…
Like…
Ehh…
That guy from the 90s… the one with the faggy hart song…
His daughter is like 14… or some shit… and…
I would so go to jail for that… seriously…
Like no joke…
And what is it with chicks and knowing they're hott, but then when you compliment or something, they get all pissy like 'omg… why did you just say that?'
And im like...
"what… since when is it wrong to say I want to cover you in baby oil and butter and make an odd polish sausage dish?"
When the hell did that become NOT POLITICALLY CORRECT?
I can't have my cultural differences? Granted im nether polish....nor a pedo…
And what's the big deal with binge drinking?
I mean... they drink till they can't feel feelings…
Because they don't like their feelings… since when is self destruction a crime?
And I'll tell ya… a wise man once wore a shirt…
Yeah…
And that shirt?
It so totally said "an awkward morning… beats a boring night" BAHAH
And it's so true…
"Uh… hi… I don't know you… but apparently we slept together… and… just for the record, I was totally amazing, and you will recommend me to all of your attractive female friends… now get the fuck out of my bed"
Umm umm… shit… who names those crème filled sugary delights…
Such as Twinkie?
Seriously… I thought Twinkie was some kinda of porn move involving a rolled up newspaper and a yard of bubble tape… Ya remember that shit?
And big league chew… seriously… Zebra Gum… though, to be honest
I never liked any of the zebra gum… it kinda tasted like Richard Gears career for the past 10 years…
Yeah… shit…
But hostess… look at the names
Ho hos…
Ding dongs…
Susie Q's..
Twinkie…
Moon pie…
Susie Q was a Ho Ho, she Twinkie My Ding Dong, and I left her with a big cream filled moon pie…
Anyone been to popeyes chicken lately?
I have....AHAHHAHAHAH BITCHES…
I found one of the few popeyies chicken that ISNT in the ghetto…
Ok so I lied… it is…
But I've got this weird hall pass or some shit
Like, ya know how there is always a house in a neighborhood that nobody fucks with? Yeah that's my house… because me and my room mate will yell scream and cuss at the top of our lungs, while in the front yard at midnight…
Fuckin grass needs to know when we are pissed off it should stop growing… bitch grass, no wonder …
Fucking hood…
Yeah, I live in the Springfield
This oddly enough is the soon to be released Little Debbie treat… Biznatch…
I'm a firm believer that the Mormons and telemarketers are in cahoots…
The teles come in the night… like ninja... only with loud trumpeting phones and weird questions and taunts about long-distance providers and sexual orientation...
Or am I the only one that keeps getting the Indian bastards that seem to have learned their English from homo-erotic films and bad Middle Eastern boy George covers?
And ring tones…
If you have a dumb ring tone… and you're in a public place…
You should be slapped, by every single person there...
And if you're phone goes off in a movie and you have something about Jesus or country music blasting up...
You might as well go kill yourself now… before I hunt you down and bludgeon you with a lead filled sock puppet named "prison pal Pete"
Pete doesn't like shit he don't understand.
This brings me to my next point…
Don't smoke crack…
No… seriously… doesn't fuckin do it…
Forget nice! Don't! Just say … macabre…
Back on track… Who do you think thought up the sock full of nickels thing? That's pretty fucking ingenious… I mean... soap and sock yeah… but nickels? That's… that's different...
That's using money in a whole new way… and I like it
Who names all these fuckin roads too…? I mean… if you got any city with a black man... there is a Martin Luther King Jr. Road… and trust me motherfucker… you DON'T EVER want to be there… you'll get more bullets in your ass and have more holes than the ass hole day parade…
And yes…
They have an asshole day parade…
It's in New Jersey
I think…
Something to off set the smell….
This reminds me of old tube socks… dirty locker rooms, prostitutes and failure at life…
Now then… truckers… who do they think they are?
I think they're over compensating…
I mean... 18 wheels…
Flannel…
Overweight…
And wearing something underneath that reminds me of that odd movie with that one guy…
Rocky Horror Picture show…
Fuck…
Sometimes in life…
You just have to take a moment…
Look around the preschool, nunnery, Wal-Mart… or church… look at the sky… give it the finger… and shout
Fuck you evil day ball! And stare at the sun till everyone around freaks out enough… because you're wearing goggles, a snorkel, and have 6lbs of spaghetti stuffed into your overcoat…
Which reminds me…
Yo baby… You ever had your asshole licked by a fat man in an overcoat?
Shit yeah…
Man… that nun was pissed…
Annnnyway…..
What is it with names for kids these days…?
Someone recently said they wanted to name their kid Mastodon…
I hope he has Down syndrome… and a really really big nose…
Now… Trajen... now that's a name…
TRANJEN MAN!
He doesn't need condoms! He is one!
Piney creek… odd place… odder people… some smell like New Jersey
And you already know how I feel about NJ…
Ya wanna know a cool animal?
An otter…
Floating down the river, with a rock on his chest…
And if I had an otter, I'd name him Kyle Mankowitze Ruler of the Moon.
And nick name him bawls.
Which brings me to my next point…
Otter pops…
That shit aint been around since I don't know when…
Fuck…
Yeah….
That's right… I fucking brought that shit up…
Otter pops…
Bitches…
Why in every teen movie is there a wise janitor … fuck… I can't spell janitor…
Oh well…
Fuck it…
Why and why does he give sage like advice… and the kids take it… and it somehow makes their lives, and the people around them have better lives…
I mean... if he is going around cleaning up shit and puke and god knows what else all day…
The only advice I would take from him is… what NOT to do with a career in medial science…
I mean come on Dr. McPlungerRaiderOveralls… living in a box cleaning up shit… just don't seem like the way to spend your life…
Unless you're Mexican…
Sure the zambonie buffer looks fun as all hell... and I'd so bang a chick in the boiler room…
But fuck… if he is so wise, and sage like… why is he cleaning up after those little bastards and not writing a self help book to… well… help those little bastards and make about 20,000,000$
My foot is numb…
CAKED FLAVORED ICECREAM AND ICECREAM CAKE…
What the fuck is the fuckin difference...
Clearly one is not cake
And the other sure as fuck isn't ice-cream…
Why do they lie to us?
What makes them so special that they can pretend to be something that they are not…
Somebody should just tell them its ook to be ice cream… or cake…
Like the wise janitor…
Where was he when the fucking genius marketing team of Bennie the super dog came up with those bright ass ideas…?
And is it just me or does anyone else ever put the hyphen in the wrong place…
Someone will say 'look at that sweet-ass car…'
Only… I hear… "Look at that sweet, Ass-car" and then I'm looking for something that looks like a bum…
I dunno… it's a confusing day. my foot is still numb
And damn it my back legs shoulder and butt hurt…
Stupid small ass crampt truck…
I'm a fuck its gas tank up… with drain-o bitches… hells yeah…
Now my car… is slow
I plan to rub cheetah blood on the engine…
That'll get her going
The burn means its working…
Unless it burns when you pee…
Then it just means you fucked up and she was dirty…
Even if she was hott and did that wild thing with her tongue…
Hahaha
Poor mike…
I want a motor cycle…
I road a woman like a bull once… it was the best 8 seconds of her life…
Though she did try to stab me afterwards…
Which made me think a lot of that one movie…
Urban cowboy…
Why John Travolta… Why?
I'll tell ya why… because playing Redneck, is a lot cooler than Being redneck…
I like a girl with caked on makeup,
In the sunshine, smoking cigarettes to pass the time away…
What's with the old people with no hair wearing night caps…
Or night caps in general…
I mean… I've seen some old peoples hair… that is safer than standard Nascar racing helmets…
And there is a fuckin pointless exercise of the human existence…
Nascar…
I refuse to watch that shit… I cant fucking stand that shit…
"It's a sport!?" FUCK THAT… if that's a sport, then so is my 2 hour commute from Springfield
He sits in a fucking car… and drives…
"you couldn't do it!" fuck that.. give me a car that goes that fast and I'll fuckin drive in circles… shit yeah… that's hard… left turn… left turn… left turn.. left turn… wait.. pit stop for gas, beer and chew…OH … and trucker hats…
Left turn… left turn… left turn… oh fuck this shit… right turn…
Shit… hit a wall and killed Dale Earnhart… whatever one is left….
My dog smells like doritos… and I am confused…
And my feet are still numb…
Left turn…
Bahahaha
Insert blaspheming comment…
I'm the new jesus…
Dying for sins?
He didn't die for mine… I'll make other people die for my sins…
Or maybe my sins are the other people dying…
I wanna see a knife fight in an orphanage…
Not even the orphans… like… the nuns or something
Or who ever it is watching the kids…
Killing each other cause the SUPER smelly kid just shit his pants… and nobody can even think about helping him
Hott sex…
Man… that'd be nice…
Haven't had that in a while haha…
But CJ… why an orphanage knife fight?
Why not…
Now… show me your boobs…
ONE MORE TIME!
What was that song about…
What are they celebrating about?
Oh you all know the song
Daft punk…
Great song…
"ONE MORE TIME…
WE'RE GONNA CELEBRATE
OHH YEAH
ALL RIGHT
DON'T STOP THE DANCING
ONE MORE TIME
WE'RE GONNA CELEBRATE
OHH YEAH
ALL RIGHT
DON'T STOP THE DANCING
ONE MORE TIME…
OHH YEAH…
ONE MORE TIME"
Insert catchy disco background techno beat and you've got a hit…
Hell… re-mix it again and ya got 2…
Maybe even 2.5
Mmmmmmmmm
YA KNOW IM JUST FEELING
CELEBRATION… TONIGHT
CELBRATE
DON'T WAIT TOO LATE
MMMMMMMMMMM
Another one…
WE DON’T STOP AHHH
YOU CANT STOP AHH
WE'RE GONNA CELEBRATE
ONE MORE TIME…
ONE MORE TIME!
ONE MORE TIME…
A celebration
You know we're gonna do it right ahh
Tonight ahh
This feeling…
This music's got me feeling a beat
The beat
Yeahh..
Come on
All right…
WE'RE GONNA CELEBRATE
CELEBRATE AND DANCE FOR FREE
MUSICS GOT ME FEELIN SO FREE
WE'RE GONNA CELEBRATE
CELEBRATE AND DANCE FOR FREE
MUSICS GOT ME FEELINS SO FREE
CELEBRATE AND DANCE FOR FREE
MUSICS GOT ME FEELIN SO FREE
WE'RE GONNA CELEBRATE
ALL RIGHT
OHH YEAH…
ONE MORE TIME
WE'RE GONNA CELEBRATE
OHH YEAH
ALL RIGHT
DON'T STOP THE DANCING.
That's like…
A song for the ages…
They're from Paris
Daft punk…
Hells yeah…
On a side note… if you dance while driving,
And blare techno music
People will look at you funny
Sure… I swerved a bit…
But that's just all apart of the groove..
This has been the end all beat all blog of doom…
I mean.. I don't know exactly how long I've been doin this…
But…
1.75 hours…
Yeah… almost two hours of blog doom-age…
Its… pretty much amazing
I should get like…
A congressional medal of honor…
And it should mean free beer for life…
And I mean come on… if you get a medal of honor… that's basically like a big neon sign that says 'hey… blow me!!" to hott women..
Or at least that's what I hear…
Ya know... out on the street
H-town fool
You know how we do.
We haven't had that sprit here since 1969…
OPEN THE DOOR YOU FUCKIN WHORE… IT'S GOD DAMN BARNICAL BILL…
Odd night... oh god that was an odd night…
I'mma star drumming soon… and melt peoples face off with double bass from hell.
Hospital…
Next right
LEFT TURN…
Hahahahahah
Tricked your ass… It'd be funny if a NASCAR driver didn't have a driving license… that'd be the kind of things that real dreams are made of…
So… a waitress called me honey butter once… it was odd… but I enjoyed it… and my dog is sitting on my feet…
And she still smells like Doritos… ohm wells..
That's enough for now… I'm tired..
And I'm sure most of you are already done reading it… Hahaha
See... It works like this, because I fucking say so.
So every now and then we all reach this point, this point of proverbial no return. It's a dark and hollow feeling, like the pit of your soul is slowly becoming a collapsed star. The epitome of bright warm sunshiny feelings have died and turned into the void space of a black hole sucking up everything within light years slowly but surely. It's at this point that true freedom can be grasped. The freedom from the mortal restraints that bind most beings. The freedom from fear, hunger, pain and most importantly the freedom from love. Normally when we reach this point there is an epiphany manifestation which draws life into focus. With a purpose, even a false purpose, life becomes easier. The day to day seems less of a struggle when things have order, control, and direction. At this crossroads though you must make a choice, do you tread lightly on the line between salvation and seek redemption or should you forever cast your heart into the abyss which follows the sought after power and freedom... You see, it is this point which people see and fear. They take drugs, talk to councilors, undergo shock treatment, lock themselves up and self medicate. I however seem to draw on it as a form of inspiration, in this befuddled of moods do come my grandest ideas. Life is but a string of memories, one after another joined together by key points, much as a term paper is written. The key ideas are outlined and backed, the rest can be total bullshit yet in the end everything is roughly the same, it's over.
So with that inspirational thought out of the way, I'm going to begin something I had wished to do years ago, thought I may be crude, misguided and a bit selfish, I condone my self gratification for the sheer fact that it seems to be the only thing that's keeping me alive.
Oh how the moods do swing. Perhaps the changing of days, the loss of direction or general apathy granted to me out of a lack of conscious awareness or general care for well being have brought about some miraculous things. Although I use the word miraculous loosely and a bit askew from its preferable status, I find it amazing how my brain seems to jump from subject to subject never truly slowing, stopping or even pausing for the thoughts, ideas and general riff raff of information to settle. I lay here in the dark at 5:10 AM. With self loathing and general anesthetic setting in. Is this what I'm here for? To question my worth, to see the nights change to day over a skyline I know all too well? I used to sleep once, when I was younger I was care free, no fear of death, no fear of dying. Nothing held me back and nothing held me together, perhaps it was this upbringing which did such damage. I cannot seem to live as I see others do so frequently, something in life seems wrong; something in it seems misguided, mishandled and misrepresented. I hear too much of vacations, and not enough of adventure. My greatest dream has never been wealth, not even close, I dream of purpose, a quest, a calling, a call to greatness, nay a call at all. The day to day tedium draws out lifeblood into my palms, and with each drop I see fall I hear my soul cry out for more. I see not the ways of men, but the ways of honor, I hear not the call to riches but the call to glory and feel not for the coming of winter, but the coming of adventure. It is with these thoughts that I do stay up at night, the contemplations never ceasing to work and always forging a new breed.
It is with that, I would like to start my own adventure, I wish that I could do so actually, never the less I shall begin my adventure the only way I see fitting, in the recesses of my mind, produced and directed by yours truly and conducted on the big screen of the imagination.
A look back. Sometimes a lack of sleep works wonders.
We often delude ourselves, don't we?
Nothing is ever what it really seems, or if it is… we never believe it.
People are foolish. They either believe what you tell them, because they want it to be true.
Or because they fear it is…
There is one thing I know…
I know what I have control over,
And what I don't….
But none the less I find myself day in and day out slamming my head against the proverbial wall in countless failed attempts to break through
But the jokes on the wall… Every slam brings a fresh crack to the bindings that separate.
Water cuts a swath through earth given enough time. Boulders become pebbles to its madness, mountains wither and crumble from the wind and rain… All things are possible given enough time.
But time is kind of fickle… Everyone says 'it seems like only yesterday'… but what happens when you start losing grasp of when yesterday was…
I see three types of people… Those who look forward, Those who look backwards, and those who enjoy the moment… I'm still not sure which I am… Some days I look forward with hope, back with pride and around with joy… others I have trouble remembering, planning or thinking. Is that strange at all?
Anyway… I've been reading an exponential amount lately, mostly my same old kind of stories… You know, the dragons, swords, beautiful women being wooed by heroic deeds… I know its rather geeky, but hey… How many other people in this day and age really read because they enjoy it? I figure… why not… it's a calming escape….
And it slows down the random thoughts and replaces them with far off places that I'd never otherwise imagine or see, things I'd never get to do and feats I could never accomplish…
Nevertheless, I sometimes seem too find too much of myself in the characters, which is neither good nor bad I assume… but strange.
Have you ever gone back and re-read a book, maybe a month later, year later, 10 years… Was it the same book? Or did you notice new things, feel different from events, have any changes in opinion to what was happening? I know that it happens to me frequently…
You can never read the same book twice…
I was told that once
I didn't really understand at the time… but I think I get it now
Every book you read, you respond to it… they pull emotions and bits of your soul out, and lay them on the page for you to view them better… they change your mind dealing with experiences you've had, actions and things you've witnessed… but once you finish the book, time continues.
In a month, you've had new life experiences, new things have happened, new moods and emotions and new thoughts… if you were to go back and read the book again, it would be the same story viewed by different eyes…
Thus…
You can never read the same book twice…
It's a nice little thought about life as well… You can never be the same person twice, enjoy the same day twice, be who you are now… twice.
Drink up me hardies… Yo-Ho
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