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Loyalties
12 October 2004
The preceding weekend was filled with joyous moments of triumph, glory and victory. Mountains were moved, empires crumbled and the rivers flowed amber with beer. Yes we're talking about sports fanaticism, and the weekend closing out september was one of the most fanatically drool-induced weekends i've had in quite some time. Then the week passed. And this past weekend came, and i found myself struggling to remember who i was rooting for. I like to think that my loyalties are deeply rooted indestructable beacons of honor. Then my teams lose, and i get angry. Dawgs lost to the weak and struggling vols, braves lost to the overrated astros, and falcons lost because they're the falcons. I have, however, discovered the root of these atrocities. Me. I am the tainted yang of the sports gods.
A few weeks back I had decided to go with P&B to the NC/gatech game. Ok I was at one point a yellowjacket. My companions seem to believe that this means i've established some superficially eternal binding loyalty to the yellowjackets. I laugh at ye! I am NOT so much of a yellowjacket fan as I am expected to be. However! During this occasion i suited up in full battle gear only to conquer chapel hill NC with my white and old gold glory. I got stomped. Maybe it was a bad omen before the game when i killed about 4-5 yellowjackets during the tailgating injustice(which will go unexplained for now). But I was devoted to the game and the game punched me in the jaw for it. Skipping over the rest of the north carolina weekend, we'll fast forward to the braves clinch. Alex and i went to the braves game when they clinched the division. How did they win when i was there? i dunno. Maybe cuz we got there in the 2nd inning and didnt pay attention till the 8th when the braves took the lead. I'd reference you back to the braves fanfotos again, but for some reason sept24th gallery 31 was never posted up, thus dispersing any evidence that we met 5 hot girls that night. hey, i saw you roll your eyes there bub, but we were on the jumbotron multiple times at the groovespot concert following!
And thus this weekend arrived. So excited my appendix almost burst, we went to athens to go to the game. Got there friday round 10:30'ish to kelly's party thing, which was cool apparantly if you're 19, an achievement we all have long since forgotten. Left and went downtown. So we're trying to figger out where the heck to go, and i can't say i really remember where we ended up but it was only 20 minutes before last call. I'd barely gotten my 2nd down when josh ordered 10 beers between us. geezus god. Had a beer in both hands, a couple more pinned to my torso from my forearms and another dangling off my left pinky finger somehow. Quickly disposing of these we floated out into the street and somehow ran into eric and glen who were both about as alert as a cow in hibernation. This is where it gets 'interesting'. Alex may disagree. We're all just pow-wowing around in the street trying to decide what the heck to do. Kari and i stroll to the corner in a foreshadowing gesture in the general direction of the car as we observe from a distance. And suddenly the curveball. They walked the other way! Whoa! where'd they go? So we go back in the general direction they were heading only to never see them again. Yea we only looked for a good 30 seconds or so, but uh, we tried, kinda. Then came a munchy strike and the two of us started the 2 hour snack at that 24hr diner. So we're just shooting the sh.. and having a good ole time. Procrastinating, neither really want to go to sleep. But eventually we leave and head back towards the car. Then, in the distance a silhouette emerges from the shadows ahead of us. All i heard was a supersonic slur of obsceneties and jibber jabber. Suddenly, we realized this raging bubble of tourettes was actually alex who had been impatiently camping out with the overnight tailgaters for the last 2-3 hours waiting on kari and i to return to the car. wow was he pissed. I'd almost say i don't blame him, but i do cuz he left his phone in my car. =) we tried calling but he never called back so we never knew he needed our help. So at 5am we went home.
There is always a dark side to drunk college apartment parties, and one of those is returning to the friend's apartment that you plan on sleeping at only to find that the living room (only inhabitable room for sleeping) is currently occupied by a couple 18 yr old indecencies having intercourse on the couch. The fact that they didnt stop for the following hour after we were home would have been enough, but the fact that they offered us the pillow they had been bracing on, just about made the 3 of us kill some folks. Well, two of us. alex was out after being on the floor a good 20 seconds. kari and i crafted a relatively luxurious and mattress-less bed in the corner of the dining room from the clean pillows and multiple blankets from kelly's secret closet. Eventually, we slept and woke prolly an hour after that to go to the tailgating. Apparantly arriving by 10am is late. We were hellishly late. Red and black as far as the eye could see as well as beer, burgers and babes. Where's my RCBB?! ...ok just spent last hour on the phone and don't feel like finishing the blog now, mebbe tomorrow. =) soon to come: the zaxby's dictatorship revealed, earthquake-inducing cadillacs and how to avoid their nauseating effects, the 8-legged invasion and why you should keep your children inside, and finally hooking up with that hot girl at the laundromat and how i actually pulled it off last night.
oh yeah, apparantly i've got some explaining to do with the content of my picture gallery. First off, I swear to god i'm not really an alcoholic, i can't be, i haven't been to any doctor to diagnose me as one. B. yes, a couple have noticed that there is absolutely nothing on the walls in our apartment. I'm much more comfortable in the asylum-like surroundings. III. No the contour doesn't look bad, but keep in mind it doesnt crank, the steering doesn't turn right and the brakes just straight up broke, apparantly i pushed it through the floorboard somehow, oh yea and those are the airbags that turned me into a raspberry for a few days for those of you who saw me. And firstly, the blurry picture of no recognizable features is the magic effects of the spider invasion i spoke of, just look how big it is next to those 2x4's!!
GO SOX!
hi! me? no he. shall i? i'd rather he. ok thanks. bye. goodbye.
14 September 2004
I think I'm the closest thing to schizophrenic that isn't clinically diagnosed. I've obtained this struggle of inner purpose regarding the existence and progression of this blog. I do it for entertainment. I do it for attention. I do it to vent. I do it to ask for help. I do it to write. I do it to share my excitement. I do it to share my pain. I do it to reflect all aspects of my many personalities into some loosely crafted blob of goopy syrup that people just might be vaguely understanding towards. I mean really, who talks like that last sentence just read? pffft!
First the entertainingly educational part: Jail is bad, umkay? Without disclosing the actual facts in order to protect the innocent, err, detained, err, to protect someone, i'll just say that its not someplace that i enjoy spending any time any more than making out with a guillotine. Although its not exactly like it is in the movies, apparantly there is no one tiny cell with upwards of eleventyfour-thousand people occupying it while wandering around zombie-lock style while evil-eyeing everyone else there. I've learned that detainment is simply "stay behind these doors and you're ok, here's some phones that you can make infinite calls on, just don't talk to the sleepy-looking mexican in the corner." Although despite the stereotypical "bad" feeling associated with government controlled freedom, it actually makes anyone remotely involved feel quite inspired about life outside the block. I tend to think that i choose the good crowds in general to hang out with. Simply approaching the jail, the sky darkened while orange and red shades on the clouds foretold doom ahead. I surely was entering the ghetto kingdom in hell. Stupid people, violent people, crazy people, people without teeth and eyebrows, people with tattoos on their eyes, people with motor skills that resemble a scene from a picasso painting, and worst of all, people with children who should never even own a chia pet because the government would have to take the chia away. Dear god these people are scum. "What a terribly unfair thing for him to say!" you may be thinking. Full credit given, now go spend 15 minutes sitting in, out or around the cobb co. adult detention facility first thing saturday morning while hell's leftovers vomit out into the daylight again. I'll personally give you your choice of my toes if you can convince me that you're not disturbed in at least some small way about the development of our culture. Theres something cinematic about seeing a man come out of jail to greet his waiting family only to be headbutted in the nuts intentionally by his 5 year old daughter while the mother hits the daughter then turns around and kicks the guy in the nuts again. Truly great moments in life. But alas, 9 hours and a bailbond later, my story ends. *sound of iron bars slamming shut*
Now to the sad part. I had to lay to rest a good friend of mine today. Almost 9 years old now, jethro3 was laid to rest today at barrows in smyrna. The ceremonies were concluded by the de-license-plating of the rear bumper after a final sweep of jethro3's interior. With a kiss and heartfelt touch to the remaining front quarterpanel, emotions raged as the unresponsive contour silently accepted its departing gestures of affection and memory. Oh the secrets it will take with it to the crusher, something only a truly good car would do. I can only pray that she didn't see my betrayal before the silencing moment. It was I that killed her, this whole time like best friends i took her with me everywhere we went. I took her on all my dates, on all my trips, to all my business and social events. She had a life worthy of living. And i greedily took that all away. And for what? A merge into blazing 285 traffic? No merge is worth this. No merge can replace the bond that we shared, and no merge will ever bring her back. Jethro3, I will remember you. Please forgive me.
Now to the self-dissatisfaction part. Its 11pm on a tuesday night. I'm sittin here like it were exciting. I try to entertain myself by blogging but to no avail. The loneliness is setting in. The roommate is in alabama for business. "Neighbor" has moved away. No coke-head girl, no work-buddies, no nurse from atkins, no PV crew, and there's nothing but steven seigal on tv. Messes of johnny cash, brad paisley, tim mcgraw, keith urban, evanescence, coldplay, jessica simpson and dwight yoakam spills from my speakers as i polish off a longneck awaiting its sentence in the fridge. From here I take the music to the pool in the dark where i finish the bur and watch the fountains while this wind blows the overly lavish landscape periphenalia around. This is where i ponder my purpose and my progress. Then I will return thoroughly dissatisfied with any conclusion i've reached only to realize its later than i'd hoped and i cannot sleep again.
Its amazing how the things i want to mend from my past are so easily approachable, yet so blatently impossible. Not by obstacle, but by principle. It is not my place, nor my turn to make an attempt at mending, yet i don't because i cannot, and because i cannot, i am dissatisfied. If there were a chair sitting on your toe and it was in pain, imagine not being able to move the chair, simple as it may be, due to the principle surrounding the circumstances that put that chair on your toe to begin with. I love being right. I love it so much that i love disproving myself, yet as much as i love this, i'll let anyone prove me wrong if it makes them feel better. Back to my schizophrenia, i'm the only self-centered person who'd probably take a bullet for anyone he cared about. Thus the vortex of intrapersonal confusion turns direction to oatmeal and identity to blindness. And thus i'm stuck trying to selectively regurgitate parts of my past that i swallowed in the panic of trying to dispose of it all. I've created my own prison and despite all the pluses, my pressure points are all being pushed. Wow, it got hot in here while i was writing that. How it gets the blood flowing... aight, to the pool with a bur and some music while i dream of better times and my million goals in life being fulfilled as at this moment the ones i want the most are the farthest from me. remember me when you're out walking, when snow falls high outside your door, late at night when you're not sleeping, and moonlight crawls across your floor, i can't hurt you anymore. ...damnit jeff, you've lost half your alphabet.
MUFFINBUTTS!!!
10 September 2004
For the sheer technical innovations that no one reading this will understand, this entry was necessary to make the flow of the world continue. Have a good weekend!
tropically enjoyable misery
08 September 2004
A lazy tropical island, white heated sands lays quaintly near the wall of palm trees standing confidently away from the water. The waves lap gently onto the slowly declining shoreline as the birds call from the skies above. The winds blow strongly, yet caressingly over the scape as the serenity of peaceful bliss thrives in a world apart from our own. Yet an unusual break from the routine heaven arose near the line of sand venturing out to sea with the retreating waves. Unearthed from the plain of sand lay a small black rock, unorthodox to the setting. With each rinse the object grew more free.
Meanwhile far far away, i lay snuggly tangled amongst my sheets as the morning sun penetrates the darkness of my bedroom. It colors my cheeks and tightened eyelids until the silence is broken by the morning alarm clock. As i roll my face over the sheets towards the edge of the bed, a small black powder, almost like glass scratches my cheek. Brushing it away, i think nothing and proceed with my day.
What the heck does this tropical paradise have to do with me waking up in my apartment? only the moral of my story: hawaiian lava rock of course! Somehow, and i'm not sure how, i'd aquired some of this sacred substance and totally pissed of my buddy Pele. You see, apparantly she thinks I ganked some of her smoodgies, so she hath cursed me with the unbreakable, legendary, earth shattering curse, of bad luck!
I don't necessarily believe in things like bad luck, some things go well, some don't. Yet like i were speaking with jesus christ himself, i suddenly believed. Highlights only tonight. What are the most important things that most people care about in life? Family, romance, career, health, and probably more but that's me. It began with the unexpected migration of the girl i was dating to an undisclosed location in north carolina. No problem, i received a message that the reasons were out of her control and of no consequence of my own actions, yet regardless, to tarheel country she went. Romance hath been de-luckered. Not long ago I'd recieved a promotion to office manager for our atlanta branch. Promissed better pay, expecting more political involvement, etc. As the pay increase is about to take effect, i'm taken aside to recieve the news that the budget is not quite where it needs to be and the pay increase will be substantially reduced for an undertimined amount of time. Very substantial mind you, practically negated. Career unluckified. So I've been driving my family's car for a while now. Its paid for and kinda crappy, so it was reluctantly awarded to my eagerly frugal hands. It is executed and time passes while the idea settles into acceptance. That is until i slam it headlong into a stopped car at 50mph in the middle of 285 who apparantly was trying to figure out how to get the gas pedal out of their ass since it was obviously not important part of the commute home. Angry family, resulting in a disowned pot of luck. The next day, with only a few minor injuries, most of which resulted in my ass being whipped mercilessly by the airbag's single act in its .5 second lifespan. I hobble around most of the day while people say my arms looks like leprosy incarnate and my walk like frankenstein's backpain waggle. To mcdonald's i go for lunch, foolishly eating the filet 'o fish. The next 90 minutes varied between the ride back to work and rotating bathroom stalls while vomiting the mass of my own body. Health luck-extraction successful.
maybe now you understand. maybe now you'll respect. mebbe now, you won't take Pele's freakin lava rock and plant it on me like a chia pet. Even while typing this, my pibb-xtra found a way to lemming off the table and spill its gizzards all over my carpet. Wish i had more than a vacuum cleaner and some engine degreaser. However that will have to wait, as i've ordered some chains, a straight-jacket, a blindfold, half a gallon of superglue and two distinctly fragrant gentlemen by the name of mikey and billy-john to physically confine me to my bed so that no more wrath of Pele can be inflicted on my battered karma. I'm slightly worried though, the wind is picking up and my window, only 2 feet from my head is creaking and looks to be reaching for me right now. hope it doesn't shat...*BOOSH! ping ping ting ping shing ping ting*
you should prolly go back to thinking bout the tropical paradise now...
keep on comin back for more...
27 August 2004
Ok so maybe not. Riding home from the braves game last night while we all wailed verses of keith urban and dwight yoakam while the wind coming through the window nearly choked and suffocated me, the last thing i should have thought about was prolly this blog, but regardless of the continuity of all things logical in the universe, i thought of it anyway. Its like a pet you kick out of the bed, you always let it back on at some point. So mebbe this isnt so much a tool to communicate with my past but more of an outlet for my thoughts that others can gain enjoyment from. Two positives don't make a negative from what i understand, so i imagine sporting the blog is back in season. Feeling like wishy-washy ole charlie brown. aaaargh!
When thread called me at 2pm yesterday and asked me about going to the braves game, i immediately dismissed any possibility of arriving on time. After all, working for the sole purpose of losing your sanity doesn't leave much time for extra-curricular activities. But when i got home round 7:15 and thread was sprawled across the only piece of furniture we have, i realized there may have been a chance. Jen calls and says she's comin. Sum'n about her voice that carries over a cell phone like a PA or a megaphone, could hear her entire conversation even from the bedroom. Despite the 8pm departure, we still made it by the 3rd inning, thus ending any viewing of the game.
I'm curious, has this ever happened to anyone else, that when you actually go to a baseball game you only actually see about 3 or 4 plays, maybe 10 pitches the whole game? I'd have seen more with it on the tv while i was taking a nap on the couch. Oh well, apparantly we won as i could only guess from the cheering followed by a massive migration of fans towards the exits. Regardless, after finding our seats and all the girls watching their purses instead of the game due to the crowd directly behind us, we spent the rest of the game in the restaraunt overhanging the braves bullpen out in right center field. The fanphoto girl came around and got a couple pictures. One was of kathrine just after the act of persuading me into buying another $5.50 beer, and the other of the post vinings crew. I can't link directly to em so go to august 26th, gallery 27 and look from the bottom up, 3rd & 5th from the end. I think this is probably the 8th inning or so and they're about finished serving any alcohol so of course the group interest turned back to atkins park. This is where i began with the wailings-about of dwight yoakam at 80mph up 75 while being smothered by the very substance that is required by my lungs to maintain my own life. So then came atkins park, dan and jeff show up while jen and abby drag me to go dance by the live music. An rock-the-boat type of sensation followed for the next, oh... 12 hours until i went to lunch this morning. Thankfully something reacted with my allergies and people at work just thought i was reacting to something, especially with the raspy voice about 2 octaves below my par in a somewhat james earl jones manneresque.
ok so i walked away here for a minute because the domino's guy couldnt figgure out where our building was, and then popped in gothika to watch halle berry freak me out a bit, but hey thats aight. Romej will get a kick tho, just got an email from someone with the atlanta journal about the blog, interesting. Aight well emeril's smoked salmon is makin me hongry again, even after the half pizza a little while ago, so i'm going to go punish my slowing metabolism with a 2nd dinner tonight so i can pass out tonight at a reasonable hour without too much sabotage by the power nap.
Kickoff is about 180 hours away so i gotta prep all week. Dunno how we're gonna decide what to watch with one dawg and one bama fan fighting for the tube. mebbe i'll just go watch on kat's tv. woo! Oh and i'll be offline for the next week or 2, givin my puter to crak to see if he can fix this bucket of crud.
close curtain
16 August 2004
I'm retiring the blog. I've finally discovered the real reason i use it at all, as its just a tool to communicate with a past i don't want. So its time to break this. See ya.
i've regressed
11 July 2004
Not much to talk about tonight except everything that should and shouldnt be said. Since my relocation, i've converted maybe 40-50% of my lifestyle to something new and different. Blindly I've been going about enjoying these changes not realizing that i've really only fooled myself. Was speaking with an old friend the other day when they told me something that physically took the breath from my lungs, the last 6 months of my history and any semblence of revolutionary achievement i may have incurred since then.
I'm not a perfect person, theres a lot of things i probably should and shouldnt have done that i did the opposite. Such as going to the store friday to buy a 6-pack of bud light only to use them for the sole purpose of chasers for the vodka and jager in the freezer. I probably shouldn't have done that. Putting suntan lotion on saturday the 6 hours i was out by the pool, i probably should have done that. What happens when we're faced with an earthshattering event that you never would have expected and absolutely didn't want? The blink of an eye is all the time we have to react. Bred into inaction i've surpassed many opportunities that i may have been able to get a grasp on and authoritate some level of control. But i never did. I should have. And so in this blink of an eye i do what i must to at least satisfy my own temporary train of thought. But this was not expected, it was not planned nor rehearsed nor even forseen by any with any strength in predictions. It was sudden, it was real and it was scary. My equilibrium skewed 90/10%, its amazing i even survived the weekend. I did what i wanted, what seemed best at the time but the more its replayed and the more its analyzed the more i realize that this approach has been attempted millions of times before, and i've never heard a success story arise from it. How is it that 2 good seconds, the time it takes me to read a short sentence has the power to revoke any length of development that i've constructed? I would have laughed at thinking it was possible, but i didnt expect the unexpected and thus i'm at a stalemate, the ice is broken, the cat is far far away from the bag now. Am i horrible person for what i've done? Or was it necessary and better now than later? Only a couple know about this and only a couple more can guess and i think thats all of you that actually read this on nights when you're bored. But here i sit, feeling 20 again and years regressed from where i'm supposed to be, half-hoping for an impossible miracle while half-hoping for it to hurry up and crash down on me. I can imagine about 4 outcomes to my disguistingly timed hellish scenario i'd created and there are three that i don't want to know about that are by far the most likely. Please god let it crash down on me quickly. But its already begun, the slow decay of time to bring down this construct as i sit and wait and assume and ignore and pretend and remain inactive.
But fools only get what they deserve, and i'm sure somehow from somewhere i've done something that warrants this instantaneous and formerly-forgotten confusion. So here i type, just me and tonight. ...no wonder. The worst part is that this is the last time it'll ever be discussed between anyone, i can tell already, walking away from this blog i'll be walking away from the subject probably forever. Bleh, through my fingers.
pop fizzle bang
05 July 2004
So our birthday came and went without much of anything unusual. Except for the crowds of party-goers ingesting alcohol in order to dilute their motor skills while fiddling with incindiary exploding devices. 4th started out a bit unorthodox. Night before was of course another sobriety-challenged night and i awoke in pam's sister's bed (lacking her presence mind you) half naked with billy running around the house and the bedroom door unlocked. So after a thorough inspection and concluding that i'd likely not been violated, to my surprise, got dressed and went to watch him feed little Will.
See, i've been back to stockbridge probably every weekend for the last 2 months. Whether showing my face for the endless slur of holiday weekends (mothers/fatherday, pops b-day, 4th july and another that i can't seem to remember) or spending the weekend at Jill's, the trip is starting to seem like re-living the apocolypse once a week. Its not all that far and doesn't really take that long but every time my eyes see the words stockbridge or mcdonough, they flicker about uncontrollably and my toes go numb. I suspect this can only be a negative thing as i've never heard anyone praise jesus on the evangalist television miracles for such a reaction. *BOOYA!* So after an hour or so at the parent's den, they took me to feast as they always do, but this time at the world-class shoney's restaraunt off 155 by 75. I haven't been to shoneys in probably about 5-10 years. There's a reason for that of course. Shoneys is a pretty inexpensive tasty type of buffet schmorgesboard with everything from fried chicken to fried eggs, attracting all the locals in the area. Problem is the locals are from henry county. The place was filled with the alien extras cast of men in black. While you can only imagine the list of notable events i witnessed while i was there, the icing on the cake had to be the old woman who was at the buffet scooping some strawberries onto her plate when she dropped her drawers. Thank god for granny panties. Repulsion could not be more acutely experienced than watching this rather large buffet-friendly old woman bending over at the buffet in her panties while putting her plate on the floor while she attempts to find a good grip on her drawers that must have been putting up one hell of a fight to have been escaped for so long. Her husband makes the trek to help his dearly beloved only to end up on his knees between her legs attempting to wrestle the undersized garment back over her kneecaps. *check please* I think the only good thing about that was that i ran into a girl from the stockbridge middle school days who i must say is quite attractive albeit a bit anorexic.
From there to target to grab a $9.95 swimsuit so i could meet up with pam and mandy at the pool by pam's aptmt. Their goal was obviously not swimming but laying out to accel their contraction of cancerous skin polyps. Aside from changing in the womens bathroom because i'm oblivious, nothing exciting happened. Mandy and i went back to her apartment to get ready for centennial park and the fireworks show only to see a "Derecho" coming in from mississippi on the weather channel. So after postponing a good 2 hours for fear of this violent thunderstorm with damaging winds, we went back to P&B (pam & billys) and all went up to tucker & nikki's apartment. The trip was interesting, we had our daquiris while playing with our cameras. Mandy and i were in the back trying to teach Will how to dance to rap. Eventually we arrived after a vortex of circling the peachtree streets. Post biltmore off peachtree. It will be mine, oh yes, it will, be mine. From there we made the rather interesting trip walking through downtown to centennial park, only to be REJECTED at the gate because the park was too full. Thats aight, we pulled up some asphault in the middle of peachtree and sat down. Little did we know how close we were to the show. A cop came running by yelling at everyone to get off the grass near us. Apparantly they wouldnt start the show because they were afraid the firework giblets would fall to the ground in that grassy patch and ignite a fiery inferno engulfing everyone. Thoughtful at least. So then the show started.
just realized how late its getting, gotta get ready for work, finish this later.
loungin
22 June 2004
Not much goin on. Working and relaxing. Strangely these go well together in a conflicting kinda way. Work my butt off for 8-12 hours a day, usually without a lunch and come home and just lounge around all evening long. That was me right about now. I think maybe i'll go down to the pool while i take some food and some work to get done by the end of the night. Thats kinda my thing recently, relaxing poolside even after dark and doing whatever it is i need or want to do. I should get a picture of the pool up here soon, its gorgeous in ways only jessica simpson can understand.
so...hungry...
11 June 2004
Its a disturbing thing when you wake up, get home or just are hungry. At least around here. Don't ever come to visit us while hungry. There is no food, no beverage, and only minor consumables. Its a running epidemic behind our door. Thread and i get onto each other all the time for not having gone to the grocery store. Our survival depends on one or the other of us assuming that responsibility.
Lets illustrate. This is our fridge as of about 5 minutes ago. Lets do an analysis. Door: Condiments. Ketchups, cheeses, dressings, mayo's, spaghetti sauce, jelly, mustards, tabascos. Flipdoor on the door: taco bell fire sauce packets only. Top shelf: (the seemingly most plentiful part of the fridge) Take a close look. left to right: teryaki sauce, carrots, beer, butter, something i don't recognize, jar of tangerine slices, empty cheese box, tabasco. 2nd shelf: a pack of cooked sirloin tips donated by emily, 3 strawberries in a plastic box and 1/10th jug of expired milk. Bottom shelf: one apple. Drawer: 3 hotdogs left in the pack and some lettuce, or maybe its spinach. ask thread.
Ok, so here's what i proposed. Beef tips, with melted american chz, topped with diced hot dog in a butter sauce and tabasco with a side of green strawberries and tangerine smothered in grape jelly with a teryaki and spinach garnish and a natural light to drink. I think that represents almost every food group. Who says we don't eat well?!
goin to bed, the sooner i go to sleep, the sooner i can go get some fast food tomorrow morning. Oh what a sad reality.
something old, something new...
08 June 2004
There's something curiously odd about using the internet, like an illegal immigrant threatened with the thought of going home and not being able to return. Alas I emerge in familiar territory with a handful of uncertainty.
Even beginning to put my stories and thoughts up here over the last five months wouldn't do justice to the power they held at whatever times they occured. Let me start with last weekend. I let this speak for itself, a construction in development for nearly 9 days at that point. The glory of this wonder can only be appreciated in reality for this picture does it no justice. But then again many have come only to release their jaws in awe and echo the oh-so-repeating phrase of "oh my god" as we have come to expect and predict almost exactly upon the arrival of a new guest. Sadly, the picture does not reveal the double layered wall. Behind the viewable construct stands a second foundation nearly equal in complexity and glory.
I know what folks think. Usually along the lines of "thats not real" or "damn they're drunkards". Well... No comment. I blame the beer in the sun by the pool on saturday and sundays while we hang out and stare at lori all day long. oh yea, and come back sunburnt. I came back up medium-well saturday. The vinegar bath may be a myth as an herbal remedy because my body is still attempting to reject my skin as an accepted organ. Strangely, typing hurts my back skin. *shrug* ow. Thread told me that a friend recently voiced concern towards my accumulation of immunity towards alcohol. "i've never seen jeff drink so much" i think was the phrase. Hrm. I was actually going to try to come up with something to contest that, but the more i think about it, yea, i drink alot. nevermind.
ok family guy is over and i've got some recruiting and stuff to do in the morning so i'll be back to attempt to catch up a little better soon. And with pics. Lots of pics, that is unless brian kicks my butt for loading up his server. We'll see. Where's my aloe?
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